Matters of the Heart pt. 3 Drunken Confessions

Megumi blushed and bowed before the others.

"Nagakura-sama, Harada-sama, Todou-sama, Okita-sama do enjoy yourselves here as you all usually do," she greeted humbly slowly rising and casting a glance at Okita through the corner of her eye.

Okita locked eyes with her his blush turning darker. He's not drunk enough! She thought panicked. She turned away and lowered her eyes.

"MEGUMI!" Nagakura slurred suddenly bursting out into a laugh. "HAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S FUNNY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, MEGUMI!"

"Nah.. Couldn't be!" Todou slurred back. "She'd never hang out in a place like this!"

"True," Nagakura replied. "But it is a good look-a-like!"

"What's your name?" Harada slurred grinning.

"M-megumi desu.." she replied in a shy tone.

"Whoa!" Nagakura cried. "She's got the same name too!"

Quickly, Okita gulped down his cup of sake.

"Wow!" Nagakura grinned. "Go Okita! Chug! Chug! Chug!"

Okita downed another and another as the others watched fascinated with his behavior. Dizzy, he grabbed the bottle and drank straight from it. The Jokers watched intently. Mustn't remember.. Mustn't know that it's her.. He thought downing another cup grinning. His grin grew as his hindrances slipped away with the sake in his throat.

"Now," he purred. "Why don't a beautiful woman like yourself just spend some time with little old me?"

He wrapped his arms around her grinning and purring his inhibitions and fears washed away with the sake. Her blush grew brighter. She pulled away smiling nervously. She blushed again.

"Now why don't you come over here with a big man?" Harada slurred temptingly as he could.

She backed away slowly.

"H-how may I serve you all?" she stuttered humbly her voice trembling with nervousness. "Should I play song? Should I dance? Shall I sing for you?"

Nagakura grinned. Todou smiled.

"Dance!" the short redhead grinned.

"I wanna see some skin..." Harada purred grinning madly.

Megumi gripped onto her already shut kimono tightly. She smiled and picked up a shamisen and bachi lying near the instruments of the other girls. A soft pretty tune wafted through the room as she began to play. (Author's note: a shamisen is a guitar-ish instrument that's played with a pic called a bachi.) Smiling drunkenly with a lusting look in his eyes, Nagakura walked to her and pulled part of her kimono open and pulled out a cream colored leg and wrapped his arms around it.

"So pretty.." he cooed to it.

"HEY!" Harada bellowed. "Quit hogging her!"

"You don't have to worry, Harada-sama," she cooed hating herself inwardly for it. "You can all share me if you so wished it."

A light blush stained her face. Okita watched continuing to down sake turning an even brighter shade of red with every sip and every cup.

"Okita-sama," A geisha said sitting beside him entwining an arm around his as she did so. "Don't you want to join in?"

Megumi blushed finding Todou's arms wrap around her as he laced drunken kisses on her neck. Her blushed turned darker when Harada shoved his face into crevasse of her kimono. She continued playing as best she could.

"Hmm," Nagakura sighed. "Such pretty little legs.."

"Hey," Harada hiccupped pulling his face out from the cleft of her breasts. "These are really nice.."

Todou smiled a cute smile. Okita turned back to the girl smiling.

"Nah," he replied. "I wouldn't want to molest her like they're about to do."

"Oh believe me, Okita-sama," she grinned. "She wouldn't mind. After all, she's used to this sort of treatment."

She blushed. Standing and dropping the other woman's arm gently, Okita stood and walked over to her a very different smile on his face than his normal smile. He bent beside her and leaned in as close as he could to her ear. The sweet smell of sake and the soft coo of his voice made her shiver.

"Would you be insulted.. If I said I wanted you?" he whispered huskily into her ear nipping at an earring adorned lobe.

She blushed letting out a quiet gasp.

"Iie..." she replied. "Demo.. I don't have any experience when it comes to that.."

Okita smiled a drunken blush on his face turning darker.

"Neither do I," he replied grinning.

Nagakura burst out laughing.

"HAHAHAHA!" he laughed. "Okita's a virgin!"

"Whoa," Harada replied chuckling.

"What do you say?" Okita smiled drunkenly.

Blushing, she nodded and stood eagerly pulling away from Nagakura and the others. She took his hand and led him to a room shutting the door slowly behind her.

"Aw.." Nagakura whined.

Todou nodded in agreement.

"Daijoubu desu," a girl said walking up to them. "I can entertain you for a while."

"Really now..." Harada replied grinning eagerly.

"Of course," the girl replied a seductive smile gracing her lips. "It's my job after all."

Harada grinned. The girl took his hand and started leading him off to a room. He followed eagerly like a puppy. Nagakura shrugged and grabbed more sake and sake cups. Todou joined in smiling.

Megumi turned away from the door watching Okita plopped down on a futon.

"Okita-san.." she began. "How drunk are you?"

Okita grinned and opened up his arms as wide as he could.

"TTTHHIISS DRUNK!" he replied his large grin seemingly growing larger.

She sighed walking over to him and placing a hand on his forehead as though looking for a fever. She sat down beside him.

"Well.." she said. "At least you don't have a fever or anything."

"Of course not!" he grinned. "I'm not sick! I'm in love!"

She stared at him strangely taken back by his remark. She shook her head trying to force her blush away.

"No you're not," she replied. "You're drunk, and you don't realize what you're saying."

Okita turned to her with a worried look on his bright red face.

"Nah," he began smiling making her turn toward him. "I may be drunk, but I know what I'm saying. And I'm saying I love you!"

She blushed again lowering her eyes ashamedly.

"I.. I lov-like you too, Okita.. But.. Why?" she asked as her eyes began tearing. "I'm nothing but a whore who 'entertains' men for a living."

"So?" he smiled turning her head gently towards him. "I don't care! You're nice, you're beautiful.."

He trailed off staring deep into her dark brown eyes. He leaned in close inches away from her face. He moved again placing his mouth close to her ear as he sniffed the air lightly picking up on the sweet scent of jasmine and roses. He purred his inhibitions still banished with the all the sake.

".. And you smell good.." he whispered huskily into her ear slowly pulling away from her.

She felt her heart pounding in her ears and fiery shivers run through her skin. Okita smiled. Knowing yet unknowing, her hand reached up and undid the obi that held her kimono shut.

Okita looked on with the curiosity and glee of a young boy let loose in a candy shop.

(Author's Note: eh.. There was a lemon scene here in the r.p.. But I don't know.. If you want let me know otherwise.. Hope you liked it! Sorry for it's shortness...)