Day 3/ Prompt: Alcohol/Poison

Summary: "Drink me, shrink me, fill me to sink me."

Tingling sweetness invaded the tip of her tongue as she chugged more of the crimson-red liquid from the long thin glass bottle she held with both of her hands. In the corners of her mouth, she could feel the liquid rolling down and dripping from her chin. Each gulp from the glass bottle brought a wave of warmth, comfort, and home through her entire body; these were things she craved in her life and she vowed not to stop lapping them up from the bottle until it was completely empty.

All of a sudden, the warmth and comfort was immediately snatched away from her along with the wine bottle. She growled and turned towards the one who had stolen it away from her.

The raven-haired man with a detective's badge pinned to his suit clucked disagreeably as he set the half-empty wine bottle on the counter and pushed it towards the bartender.

She could only watch in utter horror as the bartender grabbed it and walked away with it.

"Fuck you, Kudo. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.", she spat angrily at the raven-haired man as she got off her chair and walked towards a couch near the entrance of the bar.

He followed after her. "Hey, I just stopped you from getting more wasted than you already are!"

"It's my motherfucking birthday! I'm supposed to get wasted tonight! I don't give a single fuck if the hungover lands me in the hospital!" She screamed.

"I know it's your birthday! But that doesn't mean you should chug down 5 full wine bottles like some sort of beast! God, if I knew you were going to end up like this I wouldn't have bothered bringing you here for your birthday. Watching movies would've been better, but no I'm going to be with you when you vomit at 5 in the morning."

"Awww go to hell, Kudo!" She grumbled as she stood up and made a getaway for the bar once more, ignoring his frantic calls.

There was no way she was going to let him ruin her birthday like this. She was done of him ruining everything for her. Tonight was going to be her night and she'll do whatever pleased her. She had lost full control of her senses and body as she snatched a wine bottle from a blurry-faced bartender. After pulling off the cork, she raised it to her lips and began to chug it down.

And there it was again…..

Home and comfort; the two things she lacked in her godforsaken life.

The burning desire to drink up and fill herself with these sensations rose up inside her once more and she tightened her hold on the bottle, unwilling to let go of it. She felt his familiar touch on her shoulder as he attempted to pry the bottle out of her hand, but each pull he made, she gripped it tighter. His shouts filled her ears, but she couldn't make out what he was saying; it sounded muffled, as if something was blocking the sound from going fully through her ear.

In their struggle, she backed away from him and tripped on someone's bag. The wine bottle shattered into million pieces, spilling it's dark red liquid all over the wooden floor. She groaned in pain as she laid on the hard floor, tiny pieces of glass cutting the palm of her hands and a huge throbbing pain inside her skull.

" Shiho! Oh my god, someone call a damn ambulance! Now!!!

Kudo?

Shiho attempted to stand up, show him she was okay, but she couldn't find control of her body, everything felt numb. Her turquoise-painted eyes looked up at the ceiling where she was able to see people looking down at her. The white light was too bright, making her squint her eyes and the people were all blurred, she couldn't make out their faces or even see if Shinichi was part of the crowd.

She silently watched as the white light was slowly stained with a deep crimson color and the faces of blurry merged into weird shapes and–

Her vision went black.

Kudo Shinichi shuddered as he looked down at the dry blood stained on his palm, which he had failed to yet wash off. What caused him to shudder wasn't the sight of the blood, but rather who it belonged to.

It belonged to her …..

This was her blood on his palms.

He closed his eyes so he wouldn't look at it, but even as he did so, he could still recollect what happened at the bar tonight; how she fell onto the broken glass of the wine she was drinking from, shards of glass pierced into her hands, and her unconscious body. Groaning, he reached over and grabbed for a wet wipe from a nearby waiting table and began to scrub the blood away.

This was supposed to be fun, but instead he let his guard down and let her get intoxicated with an alcoholic poison and now she's here at the hospital. She could definitely marked this off as the worst birthday ever and it's all thanks to him.

"Kudo-san?"

He looked up to see a solemn-faced nurse looking down at him.

"Your friend's awake and waiting to see you."

Shiho Miyano was leaning against the headboard of the bed in the dark hospital room, looking at her bandage-covered hands and tears slowly rolling down her cheeks.

White light from the hallway suddenly flooded her room as the door burst open. Quickly, she wiped away the tears, hid her hands under the blankets, and looked up to see who had wasted their time to come to see her.

She mentally cursed when she saw who it was.

Shinichi smiled as he ran towards her. "Oh, Shiho. Shiho, Shiho! I swear to god, I'm sorry for what happened tonight and I'll never–", he began.

"What are you apologizing for? I should be the one apologizing. I acted like a total fool out there.", she whispered.

His eyes widened.

"A fool? No Shiho, it's all my fault. I should've been watching over you."

She winced.

"I take full responsibility for the events that have transpired and–"

"I don't need someone to look over me like I'm a child. I'm 20 years old! I'm a goddamn adult woman, Kudo!!" She shouted.

Her outburst caught him by surprise and he sat there, staring at her. After a few minutes, he reached out for her hand under her blanket.

She tried to move away, prevent him from seeing the damage she had inflicted on herself, but he was much stronger and faster than her. He held her bandaged left hand in his own hand, looking down at it. Silently, he gripped her hand before setting it back beside her.

He took a deep breath.

"Shiho, I just want to save you from not only the syndicate but also from yourself. I know your mind and I know what'd you try to do. Do you think I want to see you getting buried six-feet under ground?"

The young woman scoffed. "Save myself? From death? I'm not afraid to die. Times I've welcomed death! I want the poison to wash away all these terrible memories."

"And that poison is drugging yourself and drinking fucking alcohol!? Don't look surprise, I know about your overdosing of sleeping pills each day! I should give up and let you die! That's exactly what the fuck I should do since you don't want my help! Would that make you happy, Shiho? Would it!?"

She looked at him, in shock and tears running down her her face.

"Well? Answer me!"

"Shut up! Please, just shut up!!!!" The woman screeched, covering her head with her hands as she began to sob, letting the teardrops drip onto her blanket.

Shinichi sighed, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in and draped his arms over his head. He thought that they had finally sought happiness together and that the events of 2 years ago was now in the past as they should be, but he was wrong. It was still the same fucking banter between the two of them, no matter what.

She would always be fill with self guilt and the belief that the only way to solve their problems would be if she was executed. He'd try to help, but she would still be persistent nevertheless.

He hated to admit it, but there were times he just felt like giving her up, nothing was coming out of this. The only thing that actually kept him going and making sure she wouldn't drown into the sinking sand was the love he had for her and the fact she depended on him. Deep inside, he could still feel they had a chance to solve all of this. If only she could know how much he was getting affected by her lack of fixing the problem.

"I-I want to stop, Shinichi. ", he heard her stuttered, letting out a small hiccup. "B-b-believe me I do. I like to forget what they did to me, the abuse they inflicted on me and many others, I tried but I can't. My past is a disgusting memory to me and I can't help but remember it everyday. Your efforts to heal me and comfort me are highly appreciated, but they barely help, it's still there. How can I ever be a good partner or bear my own children if I'm imprisoned in a cell of broken twisted memories?"

Her voice faded to a whimper and she silently sobbed.

Even with his arms covering his eyes, Shinichi imagined how she must look like: tightly hugging her petite frame, her disheveled strawberry-blonde hair hiding her teary face, and more teardrops flowing down her puffy eyes.

A young, smart, and ravishing woman, who any bystander would believe was the product of a perfect family. No one would ever know the harsh cruel truth, that behind that strong demeanor, she was actually just a broken soul whose childhood was mercilessly robbed the instant she was born. It really pained him, seeing her like that and knowing what she had to go through in her time with the crime syndicate.

Shiho wiped away the tears, mad at herself for easily breaking down in front him and only adding more to his problems. What ever made her think they could make this work? She was only a burden to hi–

His soft hand caressed her cheek, pushing back a handful of her hair away from her face. She could feel as he carefully held her face in his hands, moving it so she would make eye contact with him.

Her turquoise-colored eyes, with tears at the corners, looked deep into his dark cobalt ones.

At that instant, she could see it–love, promising, and a blessed future with him , awaiting for her.

She broke down, sobbing and clinging onto him. She then looked up at him and slowly brought her lips to his.

"Drink me. Drink this poison out of my body and fill me with enough love to sink me.", she whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear.

Froody's Afternote: Summary of this story is actually a lyric from the song "Alice" or "Her Name is Alice" by Shinedown, which I kinda used for inspiration along with Birthday Massacre's song, "Kill the Lights", which I vaguely a lyric added into the story.