Poor Ryu is totally drunk. W00t! Sorry, started saying that a lot recently… it sounds cool, no?

Lol… no. (Very funny)

Anyway. Short notes because I have nothing to say. Haven't played much Ninja Gaiden because I'm making a silent protest against the ghost fish things in chapter 15. Haha!

Well… actually, it's only me that suffers. Playing the game or not. Either way, I lose. Hang on… I'm sure I've been ripped off here…

Silence. Not a sound.

She didn't know what the hell she was expecting. Probably anger. If anybody had even mentioned that to her, she would have pounded their stupid faces in. But, no. No anger.

Just complete and utter shock.

Whatever she was going to say died away on her lips as he visibly blanched, taking a single step away from her.

Even if for no other reason then to keep her bitchy attitude and anger at his stupid actions going, a bitchy comment came to mind. However, she couldn't get it out. Every time she opened her mouth, the words wouldn't come. Not in the face of his pure shock.

Another step back. But this time, it was hers.

How? How does she know? Who has she spoken to? Who told her? Why?

Ryu's mind was in complete and utter turmoil. There was no way he could hide the shock that her statement had initiated.

I only just found out! How can she know? What's going on?

"You… how could you?"

The world was slowly spinning around him. He stumbled on nothing, falling to his knees as the dizziness, no doubt enhanced by his inebriation, engulfed him like a wave.

I don't understand… how could she find out? Who told her? How…?

He dropped his head in his hands. Why? She… I thought…

I was wrong. I'm always wrong.

Holy fuck. What the hell is up with him? What have I done?

"Umm… Hayabusa?" Ayane questioned tentatively. "Get up off the fucking ground. You don't know who's pissed there. Or been pissed on there,"

She didn't think twice. It was only until her hand was outstretched and he took it, standing up gingerly, that she realised what she had done.

"Okay. Hayabusa… Ryu. You can let go of me now. Fuck off, dammit,"

He was clinging to her like a child clung to their parents. So vulnerable, so… so unlike the Hayabusa she had grown to know and to some extent, become friends with, too. So damn inebriated, no doubt. There was no other possible explanation.

"Detach yourself from my arm, bitch. Before I detach something vital for you, instead,"

"Ayane…"

"Let go!" she pushed him away angrily. "I don't know who you think you are, but don't ever come near me when you're drunk again. No pissed wanker is allowed to touch me, no matter how perfect they are. You really are pissed. For fuck's sake, you're worse then me,"

"Hey, sweetie…" The girl that she had caught with him before was now standing in the doorway. "Want to come and… kick it along for a while?"

"What about I fucking well kick you!" Ayane yelled, picking up a can of beer and throwing it at the girl, who just ducked out of the way.

"Not my fault he likes me better then you…" the girl pouted prettily.

She glanced back at Hayabusa, who was sitting, hair dishevelled, head in hands on the closest bench, a drink of some description beside him.

"Fuck off, bitch, before I do something you will regret later,"

The girl did, not without a glare in her direction.

She turned back to him. Almost as though he could feel her eyes on him, he glanced up, emerald eyes boring into her very soul.

"You really do care. I'm surprised,"

"…Maybe a little. Just a little. Don't get a big head,"

Silence, as he stared somewhat reproachfully at her.

"Bull shit!" she exclaimed into the silence. "That's just fucking crap! Since when do I care about you, rear-end licker?"

"I don't know. But…"

"Shut your hole! And that's the one in your ugly face we're talking about!"

He is right. I think I do care. How did that happen? Oh well, as Hayate has always told me, nothing you can do but follow your heart. I guess.

How incredibly cliché. Trust Hayate to come out with that shit.

Sigh.