The Moments Shared

I have been up for the past hour now, trying to fall back asleep. Masako never came back to give me my drink. I thought it strange, but then that thought was replaced by the feeling of nausea over-whelming me. When was the last time I had a drink?

I sat up and bolted for my door, not caring how loud I was at the time of night. Making it to the bathroom, I kneeled and vomited my heart out, my gags echoing in the empty room. After a few minutes, I stood up slowly, my legs shaking. Turning on the faucet, I let the cold water run freely while soaking my hands in the chilling liquid. My face had become flushed, a light blush painted on my cheeks. I cupped my now cold hands under the stream and gathered some water, immediately splashing it on my face.

Glancing up at the bathroom mirror, I stared intently at my own reflection. My hazy, chocolate-colored eyes. My shoulder length mahogany hair. My pale skin and thin lips. Every curve that defined my repulsive existence. Softly sighing, my eyes trailed down to the bandage wrapped around my wrist, the usual white color stained with blotches of blood. "I better have this changed in the morning," I mumbled to myself before wiping off my damp face with a hand towel.

Soon, I turned off the lights and exited the room, closing the door quietly. Then, a faint light shined at the end of the hallway near the stairs. Curiosity got the best of me and I tip-toed down the dark corridor. When peering through the slightly ajar door frame, I laid eyes on the only man in the room.

Oliver Davis.

Damn, just my luck, I thought miserably. "I know you're out there, Mai. You don't have to admire me from a far," said Oliver, mocking me.

"Oh shut up, you prick," I spat as I slipped into the brightly lit room, seething a bit.

All of the usual electronic equipment was set up as if there was an actual case in progress. It brought back a few fond memories, but my remembrance was soon diminished when Oliver spoke. "Isn't it too late for you to be up? You should go back to your room and rest more."

"Like I need sleep. It's more painful for me to sleep than to be awake," I replied while yawning gently.

While looking around, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted one of the many bottles of whiskey that I generally store in the kitchen placed right next to Oliver. "Why do you have one of my Jack Daniel's bottles?" I questioned raising my eyebrow.

"Well, it's not like you have tea in this household. All you have is liquor, so I thought, why not?" he answered calmly.

I said, monotonously, "Fine, whatever. At least I don't have to run downstairs and get it. Hand it over."

"You have legs. Get it yourself, unless your brain rotted so much that you forgot you had legs," Oliver rebutted smugly.

"I swear, Oliver Davis, if I hadn't just puked my guts out right before this, I would beat the shit out of you," I growled angrily as I stomped over. I snatched away the glass bottle, chugging away the smoky, amber liquid in frustration and delight. Once finished, I put the almost empty container where it was originally placed and wiped my mouth with my arm. "I have to say, though, I'm a bit surprised. I thought you would be discouraging me from drinking," I commented.

Oliver explained in a sluggish manor, "To be honest, I actually might be a bit drunk. I don't remember the last time I've had a drink, being in Japan so long."

Getting a closer look, I noticed a very, almost transparent blush doting his cheeks. I thought for a second and then began to smirk, a devious plan coming to mind. Time for some payback.

I positioned myself on the table as close as possible to the keyboard, right in front of the man, crossing my legs. More of my thigh was revealed while straightening my back, pushing out my chest. I grabbed the bottle again and drank the remains of the alcohol, some slipping down my chin in a thin stream. After quickly finishing, I slowly put the bottle next to my side, licking my lips. "You barely had any. I guess the amazing psychic, Mr. Oliver Davis, can't even handle a simple drink," I stated in a husky tone, leaning closer to the man.

All he did was stare right into my brown orbs, seeming to defy me. I could tell that he was struggling. Oliver is a man, after all. He swallowed hard, his dark, azure eyes never leave mine. Little did I know, that I was falling victim to his gaze as well. My nose picked up the smell of cologne and whiskey, relishing in the scent. It was so calming. So enticing.

So intoxicating.

My breathing stopped as I realized where this was heading. I quickly placed my hand on his mouth, the soft lips kissing my hand. A shiver went up my spine and my blush deepened. I let my bangs cover my eyes while I slid off the table and stood up straight.

Dammit.

God dammit, not again.

Why does this have to happen?

"Goodnight, Oliver. I guess I'll be seeing your ugly mug in the morning," I said softly, as those were to be the last words I spoke to him that night before I exited the room and entered the darkness. Leaning against the door, I brought my hand up to my face. My mouth found its way to the same place where his lips had met the palm, giving it a soft kiss. Then, I slowly made my way back to my room, never finding out what happened to Masako.

Oliver just sat there, speechless as he began to type on the keyboard to calm his racing mind. In the shadows, lurked the same creature that haunted the house. The grotesque, black monster bored holes into the back of his head.

"Oh no... He is too close... too close... must... get him away... too powerful... need help... collect others... ahahahahaha..." the figure whispered maniacally while disappearing into the darkness without another sound.


Thank you so much for reading this chapter. It has been awhile, has it not? I really appreciate all the support you guys have been giving me. So far, life has been pretty hectic. I had given up on this story for a long time since I could not find any inspiration, but now, after reading some of the later reviews, I have been inspired once more. Hopefully, I can get some more writing down this weekend to help not loose my inspiration again. I love you all and it really makes me happy to see that you guys are all still reading this crappy work.

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