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Perched high within the branches of the tree growing from the guild building Akatsuki could see the majority of the roadways surrounding her home. Scanning the surrounding area, she saw no imposing threats. Not like she ever really expected any when she made her duty rounds, but it was better to be safe than sorry. She wasn't sure she would be able to forgive herself if a potential threat walked through the front door.

"Threats aren't always physical." The assassin reminded herself. Distractions to her lords work were her main concern. "Marielle's visits at night to ask about the children always seemed to set him back. A lost child wandering its way into the guild hall." While it didn't happen often, she was sure her lord would put down his quill to help it find its way home. "And lets not forget Master Nyanta returning home with a bag of groceries. Yes, a threat disguised as a blessing. All that wonderful food..." Her mouth began to water at the thought of Chief's cooking. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Yes, the most horrible threat. Eating all that wonderful food could send my lord into a food coma. He wont be able to get anything accomplished in that state."

As Akatsuki kept a watchful eye over the surrounding area she caught a glimpse of something shiny. Rolling her eyes in disgust she watched as a very drunk Naotsugu stumbled his way to the front door.

"He is too drunk to be a problem." She thought to herself. She laughed internally as he kept missing the first step to the doorway. Deciding to make sure nothing was going to happen she used sneak and silent step to follow him inside. After following him through the entryway which to her seemed to take forever, she watched him study the stairs hard. Her amusement turned to disapproval as she watched him clutch something rectangular to his chest as he crawled up the stairs on all fours like a dog.

"Milk?" She thought to herself. With how long it took him to get up the large stairway she concluded that there was no way he would make it to Shiroe's study. If he even had the thought capacity in that state to deduce that was where the enchanter was. Displeased with the condition of her guild-mate she returned to her post in the tree to resume her nightly watch.

After yet another uneventful night Akatsuki decided her work was done. She had had enough watching adventurers pass under her watchful gaze. Enough of the late night couples strolling and singles catcalling attractive women. Enough birds trying to poop on her shoulder. Collecting the shuriken she threw at one such night bird from the tree bark she made her way indoors. It had been hours since her drunken compatriot had made his way inside and no serious commotion had been made. Stopping short she realized the lack of commotion unnerved her a little so she scanned each floor as she made her way upstairs, looking for anything unusual. After a full pass she noticed something chilling. The only light on was within her lords study, on the second floor, and Naotsugu was no where to be found. A sinking feeling filled her as she made her way full speed.

Quietly pushing open the door her heart sank even further. There sprawled out of the floor before the desk were two figures and six bottles of which she had assumed were milk. Silently entering the room she approached a stray bottle that had rolled towards the door. Kneeling down she didn't have to pick it up to deduce what the contents had truly been.

"Sake!" She exclaimed mentally. Her eyes immediately found their way to her prostrated lord. "He got my lord drunk! This is all my fault. If only I had confiscated the bottles..." Silently berating herself for her incompetence she crept closer to the apparently passed out Shiroe. Kneeling beside his head she righted his glasses while promising herself a thorough punting of the pantie warrior.

The subtle shift of something on his face caused Shiroe to stir. His eyes slowly drifted open to reveal a female face glaring death at something.

"A..katsuki?" he murmured. The heavy alcohol consumption had made his voice rougher, and a little deeper as he kept it low. The face looked down at him, changing drastically from murderous intent to instant concern. He tried to sit up and felt the soft pressure of tiny hands on his shoulders assisting him.

"Are you alright mi-lord?" Akatsuki asked, her voice quiet in case he had a headache.

"Mmm." Was the reply she got. "How many of these did you drink mi-lord?" she asked after getting a lackluster response.

"Um...Maybe two? Three?" Shiroe drawled. He wasn't so drunk that his speech slurred but he definitely felt the heat from that alcohol. And he felt every movement of his body. His lips tingling. His clothing too rough for his skin. His lungs exhaling, and inhaling. His analytical mind focused on the breathing part for a moment. He smelled the overpowering cherry from the sake, his pungent friend in armor, and...tea leaves?

"I'm sorry my lord. I allowed him to enter in that state. I should have kept him away from you." The tiny woman murmured. Bowing her head she felt a hand slide across the top of her head. The fingers going underneath her ponytail and tilting her head upright again.

"It's alright, I needed a break anyway." The half-alv consoled. He marveled at how soft her hair was. He always enjoyed patting her head as a show of praise. Their height difference and general shyness tended to get in the way of any other physical forms of gratitude. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't like her normal hair style tonight. Maybe it was the frequency of which he saw it. Continuing to slide his hand along the curve of her skull he pulled the tiny leather band from its place, allowing the raven colored silk to fall freely around her. Upon seeing her startled face, Shiroe smiled and offered a simple, " I like it better this way." as means of explanation.

Surprised by the action Akatsuki's face gradually adopted a slight pink along her cheekbone.

"Mi-lord?" Chuckling at her single word question, Shiroe removed his hand from her personal space and leaned his head back against the solid wood of his desk. "Perhaps I had a bit too much, I apologize. Will you help me to my room?"

With a nod, and a slight insecurity about taking a drunk man to his room, even if he was her lord, she assisted Shiroe rise from the floor. He was only slightly unsteady on his feet but he knew as soon as her hands were on him again that his judgment was seriously impaired. The slow steps taken to the adjoining room increased the sensation to his lower extremities. ALL of them. Allowing himself to be guided by his other most trusted friend to his bedroom his mind began focusing on other, more pressing matters. That scent of tea leaves. The warmth her hands brought to his over stimulated body. Looking down for a moment he frowned. While he liked her under his arm like that her being off to the side a little bothered him. He wanted her closer. And why was the collar of her shirt so high?! And with so many damn buttons. When they stopped moving he looked forward again and was greeted by the pale wood door leading to his sleeping chambers. He lifted his hand to turn the nob, hoping her arms wouldn't leave his waste.

Going through the doorway was tough. Not due to Shiroe's intoxication, but the fact that he wouldn't turn sideways to allow her to guide him through. Puzzled by this odd action Akatsuki had no choice but to press herself flush against him. She was so focused on getting him into the other room she didn't bother looking up, so she missed the dark smile spreading across her lord's face, or the sheen his glasses adopted. Once through the entryway she noticed, when she tried to re-open the little bit of space between them, that the arm holding onto her was not allowing any of it. Brushing off the growing unease she maintained course, leading him to his bed.

Easing down onto the soft mattress Shiroe took a moment to gather his alcohol riddled logic for a moment. He looked up to Akatsuki and took stock of not only her very long hair, but also the large eyes looking back at him, her slight blush from earlier remained, staining her porcelain complexion. The soft coloring of her skin in contrast to her dark garb. With deliberate slowness he removed his glasses.

"Are you alright Mi-lord?" The ninja asked, worried when the bespectacled man removed his eye ware. He never took his glasses off.

"No, Akatsuki. I'm afraid I've mad some very poor decisions tonight." He tilted his head down, shielding his face from view.

"Shu-Kun?" Her voice filled with worry.

Shiroe reached out and took hold of the extra fabric of her pants. Ignoring the purple eyes growing wide before him he gently pulled her to stand at the edge of the bed, between his knees, and slowly drug his gaze up her slender frame to settle on her now rose colored face. With the words of his old comrades ringing through his mind , "You hold back too much!" he raised his other hand and traced her jaw from the corner of her eye, down her cheek to under her nose, across her lips, down her neck shrouded by her high collar, between her small breasts to rest his palm on her stomach. Feeling her abdomen shudder under his touch invigorated him, but reminded him that she probably had as much experience in this department as he did. And that was none. Resting his forehead against her stomach he took a deep breath, pulling her scent deep inside his body. It seemed to reach his soul, re-affirming that this was a bad decision, and he was probably going to regret it in the morning, but he decided to push forward anyway...

Looking up from his vantage point he made eye contact with her. Marveling at the many colors of red she was turning he moved the previously traveling hand to her waist. She bit her lip but did not move away. She made no objection, no sound of any kind and simply stared at him. Taking this silent que he released her pants, moving his hand down her thigh to hook behind her knee and drug it over his into a partial straddling position.

At this movement Akatsuki closed her eyes but again she made no attempt to remove herself. She barely noticed when he did the same motion to her other leg, his hand straying from her hip across her butt to hook behind her other knee, putting her squarely in his lap. All that went through her head, was the memory of all her years of yearning for someone to recognize her as a woman. Not a child. And here was a man she respected, an attractive intelligent man, a man she swore to follow to the edges of the earth, pulling her into his lap. While he was drunk she couldn't help but hope she would be able to follow through with his desires. They were pretty obvious after all. And the only previous experience she had was a middle school boy confessing to her and having to break the news to him that she was much older despite her height and it wouldn't work out. In order to show her willingness she opened her mouth slightly. Words seemed to escape her like they usually do so she settled for resting her hands against his chest.

Pleased with the action Shiroe smiled. It wasn't his normal understanding kind smile, nor was it the smile he wore when plotting some grand scheme. It was a lustful smile. A victorious smile that his chosen target had accepted him. Placing his hands again on her waist he tilted his head forward to take Akatsuki's pale pink lips into his own. She responded slowly as they gradually learned each others rhythm to kissing.

As soon as they had built a good pace a disgruntled moan came from the study. Startled Akatsuki whipped around from her seated position to look through the door. Naotsugu had begun to wake up. Cursing his friend, and in the minds of the intimate couple the cause of the situation, Shiroe was filled with a temporary rage at being interrupted. With him mind on more, fulfilling tasks, he grabbed the closest substantial thing within arms reach to throw at the door. Akatsuki ignored the fact that one of her shoes had been confiscated for such a menial task. She was relieved to see a solid hit cause the door to slowly drift shut. Returning her gaze to her lord he wasted no time in pulling her back into another kiss. This one more intent on the exploration of her mouth than the texture of her lips.

Authors Note:

Ok so this is the first time I'm actually publishing anything. I'm sorry if I get hung up in the details. Its a fault of mine and I know I started with a lame, man gets drunk thing but really its gonna take something like an act of god for those two to get anywhere.

And I know she seems more insecure here than in the anime. I'm working with the layout they gave her in the LN where shes filled with more insecurities than you can stick a shake at. If you can make it through the useless detailing the fun part will be posted soon I promise. I'm big on quality and after 4 am things start to get shoddy.

Ally.