Disclaimer and such: all right, it's 4 in the morning and I was listening to a Papa Roach song-Binge I believe-any my muse Sachiko stabbed me with a fork until I wrote a fic. So...here it is! It sucks please review anyway.
FY is not mine. Don't sue, I spent it all at AX (on a shirtless Tasuki cel and a hurt Tasuki cel (Yuu Watase signed it!)and some yaoi DJ's)
PLEASE REVIEW!
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Tasuki stared into the half-empty glass of steaming sake. How many had he had? Four? Five? Did it matter? No, not really. Nothing mattered anymore, assuming it ever had. The bandit let out a tired sigh and ordered another drink. A few more and he could forget everything. All his fucked emotions...and over a GUY nonetheless! Shit....
"What can I get for you miss?"
"...I'm a guy."
"Aa, gomen nasai! What would you like sir?"
"Ano...one part paichu, three parts laochu, and four parts shoukouohu kudasai."
"That's some pretty strong liquor-"
"I know."
The bartender shrugged and started mixing the drink. Tasuki allowed himself a small glance at his fellow seishi, just to confirm his suspicions. Nuriko apparently hadn't noticed him and was looking blankly down at the counter top, shaking lightly.
"Bad day?"
Nuriko's voice was quiet.
"Please don't talk to me."
Tasuki smirked and swallowed the remainder of his sake with a grimace. He was starting to feel a little better about, well, everything.
"One part paichu, three parts laochu, and four parts shoukouohu. Can I get you anything else?"
"Iie, I'm fine. Arigato."
The ex-cross dresser picked up the glass delicately and downed its contents without taking a breath.
"May I have another?"
"Of course."
By this time, everyone's favorite redhead was more then a little tipsy and had begun to hum to the music in his head. Such a pretty song...if only he could remember where he had heard it....
Much to Tasuki's surprise, Nuriko started humming along with him. Encouraged and grinning, the seishi began to sing the words under his breath.
Nuriko laughed softly and gave him a gentle punch on the arm that would eventually turn into a bruise.
"Baka ne...I'm in a bad mood, stop cheering me up." The smile melted off his face and he turned back to the Nuriko Special in front of him.
"Well are y'gonna fuckin' tell me what's wrong?"
"...Iie."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasssssseeeeeeee?"
"Not only a baka but a drunk one at that...go back to the palace Tasuki-kun."
"But..." A cute fanged pout formed on his face. "Aho!"
Nuriko was on his third Special.
"Insulting me? Che. Everyone else does why not you too..."
Tasuki smirked again. So THAT was what it was about! It was more then a little satisfying to know what the problem was, even if it pained him to see Nuriko upset in the smallest way. The mentioned seishi flipped his long purple braid over his shoulder and rested his chin on his palm as he took another drink.
"What am I even talking about, you insult me all the damn time...kuso...y'probably do it the most. The irony, my life is run on irony. And then the Hokkan trip-yeah that'll be a load of fun. I won't even get time to myself, and with my luck I'll end up sharing a room or something with Miaka and Tama-chan. Then they'll make me feel worse by getting all...sweet and stuff with no regard to the fact that I don't have anyone and...." Nuriko rambled on. Tasuki listened, hanging on every word the intoxicated object of his secrete affection said. He was so beautiful when he ranted and got all flushed.
Nuriko had stopped talking and was currently fishing mon and ryu out of his pockets.
Tasuki frowned. "Are y'leavin' me?"
"Hai I...I shouldn't stay here anymore. Besides, I'm out of money." His voice was quivering as he put half the coins on the counter and the rest back in his coat.
"Oh...alright...oyasumi Nuriko...."
"Jaa."
Tasuki watched the older boy walk out before he turned around and ordered a Nuriko Special for himself.
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To be continued? It depends on what you want.
-Bamboo
FY is not mine. Don't sue, I spent it all at AX (on a shirtless Tasuki cel and a hurt Tasuki cel (Yuu Watase signed it!)and some yaoi DJ's)
PLEASE REVIEW!
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Tasuki stared into the half-empty glass of steaming sake. How many had he had? Four? Five? Did it matter? No, not really. Nothing mattered anymore, assuming it ever had. The bandit let out a tired sigh and ordered another drink. A few more and he could forget everything. All his fucked emotions...and over a GUY nonetheless! Shit....
"What can I get for you miss?"
"...I'm a guy."
"Aa, gomen nasai! What would you like sir?"
"Ano...one part paichu, three parts laochu, and four parts shoukouohu kudasai."
"That's some pretty strong liquor-"
"I know."
The bartender shrugged and started mixing the drink. Tasuki allowed himself a small glance at his fellow seishi, just to confirm his suspicions. Nuriko apparently hadn't noticed him and was looking blankly down at the counter top, shaking lightly.
"Bad day?"
Nuriko's voice was quiet.
"Please don't talk to me."
Tasuki smirked and swallowed the remainder of his sake with a grimace. He was starting to feel a little better about, well, everything.
"One part paichu, three parts laochu, and four parts shoukouohu. Can I get you anything else?"
"Iie, I'm fine. Arigato."
The ex-cross dresser picked up the glass delicately and downed its contents without taking a breath.
"May I have another?"
"Of course."
By this time, everyone's favorite redhead was more then a little tipsy and had begun to hum to the music in his head. Such a pretty song...if only he could remember where he had heard it....
Much to Tasuki's surprise, Nuriko started humming along with him. Encouraged and grinning, the seishi began to sing the words under his breath.
Nuriko laughed softly and gave him a gentle punch on the arm that would eventually turn into a bruise.
"Baka ne...I'm in a bad mood, stop cheering me up." The smile melted off his face and he turned back to the Nuriko Special in front of him.
"Well are y'gonna fuckin' tell me what's wrong?"
"...Iie."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasssssseeeeeeee?"
"Not only a baka but a drunk one at that...go back to the palace Tasuki-kun."
"But..." A cute fanged pout formed on his face. "Aho!"
Nuriko was on his third Special.
"Insulting me? Che. Everyone else does why not you too..."
Tasuki smirked again. So THAT was what it was about! It was more then a little satisfying to know what the problem was, even if it pained him to see Nuriko upset in the smallest way. The mentioned seishi flipped his long purple braid over his shoulder and rested his chin on his palm as he took another drink.
"What am I even talking about, you insult me all the damn time...kuso...y'probably do it the most. The irony, my life is run on irony. And then the Hokkan trip-yeah that'll be a load of fun. I won't even get time to myself, and with my luck I'll end up sharing a room or something with Miaka and Tama-chan. Then they'll make me feel worse by getting all...sweet and stuff with no regard to the fact that I don't have anyone and...." Nuriko rambled on. Tasuki listened, hanging on every word the intoxicated object of his secrete affection said. He was so beautiful when he ranted and got all flushed.
Nuriko had stopped talking and was currently fishing mon and ryu out of his pockets.
Tasuki frowned. "Are y'leavin' me?"
"Hai I...I shouldn't stay here anymore. Besides, I'm out of money." His voice was quivering as he put half the coins on the counter and the rest back in his coat.
"Oh...alright...oyasumi Nuriko...."
"Jaa."
Tasuki watched the older boy walk out before he turned around and ordered a Nuriko Special for himself.
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To be continued? It depends on what you want.
-Bamboo