Worst Day Ever

--My Honey Vanity—

Upon hearing the familiar voice his body surged with adrenaline as he rushed over to the source. His adrenal glands were put into use for no apparent reason, for when he found the troubled voice; he noted that the damsel in distress had solved her own problem. There sat Mimi on the ground, with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels clutched tightly in her hands, and on the floor lie a motionless Kyle. Half of Kyle's body was in the Jacuzzi while the other half was sprawled on the wooden floor.

Yamato looked at Mimi who seemed slightly confused, "Are you ok?" he asked her as he knelt down beside her.

"I-I am…I-I Think he wanted to, I'm pretty s-sure he wanted to—"

"Yeah, I get it," He interjected as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

He looked around and took a moment to analyze the situation. He really couldn't think of anything to do. He turned his attention back to Mimi who was struggling to get off the ground. He held his hand out for her, because of her very loose grip, she nearly stumbled to the floor; luckily he caught her.

"Y-Yamato…" she muttered, "C-can you get him out of here?" She requested as she put her arm around him.

He gazed at her questioningly for a moment, before he set her down. He looked over at Kyle, they were roughly about the same size, yet he still couldn't fathom of anything to do. Grabbing him by the ankles he settled for dragging him to the beach. He stopped abruptly when he noted that he would have to travel down a small flight of stairs. As if Kyle's head needed any further injuries, he didn't want to risk six more head injuries despite the fact he wasn't a very big fan of the guy.

Kneeling down beside the motionless body, he lifted the teen with minimal difficulty; he looked over the small ledge and stepped away. He began down the stairs, as he stepped off the second, he must've lost his footing because Kyle flew out of his arms, and Yamato's hand tightly gripped the wooden railing. He heard a moan come from the ground; at least he had gotten rid of him.

He turned his attention back to Mimi who was stumbling around her living room. He walked up to her just in time to keep her from stumbling to the floor. He noticed that they were the only ones left—well more like he was the only one left since it was after all her party.

"Do you think you can make it upstairs," he inquired as he kindly moved her hair away from her face to see what kind of condition she was in.

She looked up at him and it almost broke his heart. Her eyes were glazed with unshed tears. "I think he was going to-I think he wanted to-" He felt her shudder in his grasp, the only thing he could think of doing was to give her a reassuring hug.

"He did, want to but he didn't because you don't need to be protected—or at least not when you have a bottle of JD with you." He stated with a smirk.

"Why are guys such assholes?" she questioned him.

"…I wish I knew," was his reply.

"Of course you don't know…that's because you aren't an asshole," she told him half way up the stairs. "You may think you are, but you aren't. You're just a jackass who thinks girls throw themselves all over you." She responded.

"…Gee thanks, I'll just take that as the alcohol talking," he stated as they neared. "Let's get you to bed," he mumbled.

"You wish," she snorted in a very un-lady like manner.

"Only you could make me feel like crap at a moment like this, not to mention when you're near passing out at any second." He smirked; thankfully they had reached the 2nd story.

"What can I say, it's a gift," she teetered and quickly grabbed hold of Yamato's hand to keep from falling back. "Ugh, the room is spinning,"

"So which one is your room?" he asked scanning the drafty hallway.

"…None, my room is downstairs," she explained breaking into a fit of laughter as though it was the funniest thing in the world. He simply looked down at her in disbelief.

"You're kidding, right?" He asked in disbelief. "Why?"

She shrugged, which was difficult considered how heavily she was leaning against him. "I like it better. It's actually cozy down there."

"Stay here for a moment," he told her as he proceeded to check for a suitable room. "Why are all these doors locked?" He turned to see that she had dozed off.

Her eyes were closed and he was fairly certain that she had fallen asleep if her steady breathing was any sort of indication. He crouched down and scooped her into a fireman's lift and headed for the staircase once again.

Half way down the stairs her eyes spring open, "Oh, for the love of god put me down," she demanded

"Go back to sleep," he told her

"Please, put me down,"

"I can't right now, we're almost down anyway,"

She grabbed hold of his belt buckle in order to get a response out of him, but that only caused him to sway a bit. He set her on the floor once he stepped off the last step. She crawled over to the restroom where she could be heard retching.

He kneeled down beside Mimi and carefully moved her hair out of her way.

When she flushed the toilet, he reached over and handed her a roll of toilet paper. She wiped her mouth, but refused to meet his eyes. Realizing he was still touching her, he pulled his hand back and sat up, leaning over the counter and filling a Dixie cup with water. He handed her the cup and she drank greedily and handed it back. He filled it again, but when he went to hand it back, she doubled over the toilet again and he set it on the sink as he took up his previous position.

"I'mamess," a mess she slurred unintelligibly. "You're the last person I wanted to see me like this," she said as she covered her eyes with her forearm.

"Everyone gets a bit drunk every now and then," he reassured her.

"I am not drunk," she told him.

"Of course you aren't," he joked. "Let's get you to bed," he said offering his hand to her.

"Can't you carry me again?" She whined.

"I'm sorry, but I think not," he replied.

As he waited for her to get settled he sat in her large room, it wasn't as bright as he expected, then again she had refused to turn on the lights saying it bothered her eyes.

"You okay?"

"Fine," she answered, crawling onto the bed and arranging herself in a fetal position, clutching her stomach.

"All right," he said, casually. "I'm going to go now. You should take some aspirin so you won't feel as bad tomorrow, at least that's what I've heard."

She sat up in panic, "you're leaving?"

"Yeah, that's what I was planning on seeing as how—Sober Mimi and I aren't on speaking terms." He explained as he set her back in her bed.

"You can't go," she said climbing out of bed once again. "Sora left, and now I'm home alone…and we are on speaking terms, you're just thinking of excuses." She pleaded with him.

"Mimi, you know that normally I wouldn't decline an offer from a girl to spend the night, especially if it's you, but because it's you I kind of have to go. This is all due to your particular state of being." He attempted to reason with her.

"Please," she pouted as she held onto his arm tightly. "I don't like being alone,"

"…I guess it wouldn't be too much of a bother," he stated as he once again put her to bed. He was walking over to a large whicker chair when she called out to him.

"Where are you going?"

"…To the chair…?"

"You can't sleep there…come over here,"

"Mimi…I don't think that'll be a very good idea,"

"I may be a bit drunk, but that doesn't make me stupid enough to have sex with you. And don't say that's not what you meant."

"…I thought you said you weren't drunk?"

"I'm not,"

"You just said yo-…. forget it. And thank-you so much by the way, I wasn't aware people had to be stupid to have sex with me…Don't believe me if you don't want to, but that was not what I meant."

"What did you mean then…What else could that possibly mean?" She inquired with a hint of sadness, avoiding his gaze at all cost.

"…I don't want you to hate me when you wake up and find me in bed next to you," he explained looking her directly in the eye.

"I won't hate you I promise, just get in here…this is giving me a headache," she told him. "As if having a horrible hang-over tomorrow isn't bad enough," she muttered as she pulled him into her bed.
She felt something rough rub against her leg and her eyes reluctantly opened after only having been shut for several seconds. She looked down at Yamato and told him, "take off your jeans,"

"Isn't this a bit—" He was about to protest when he gave him a pout.

"I promised I wouldn't hate you in the morning, at least let me sleep peacefully without having your rough jeans rub against my legs."

"Fine,"

A/N: The 2nd chapter…I really didn't know what to write, hopefully it came out well.
How was it? I really don't know why I originally put this under romance/humor seeing as how it's not particularly funny…

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