Although she tried to hold a certain confidence that she could handle more than her fair share of wine and liquor, (Y/n) found herself laying on the floor, her head spinning. It was difficult for her to see straight and the sense of the person she usually was had seemed to have abandoned her. Instead, she lay on the floor without any reason in her mind. She couldn't put names to the people looking at her with concern or interest. They only seemed like blurs.

And of those people looking at her with great curiosity, Asuka poked at the young girl's cheek, watching as she lazily reacted with a hiccup or small stir of her hand. Though the state of the (h/c) haired girl's state was strangely unfamiliar to the older female, she found the sight to be comforting. It didn't seem that she had much fun with such things, and at times, she came off as a bit too serious. Yet, it was still concerning that she hadn't moved for quite some time, mumbling to herself random things.

Sora watched on as well, still drinking without suffering such effects (Y/n) experienced. It seemed he was far more immune to the liquid poison than she was. Seeing her in such a state made him want to laugh at how pitifully childish she was. To him, the sight seemed much the same as a child too tired to sleep, rolling around on the floor and recounting the events of the day. He didn't mind it too much. In fact, he found it rather endearing about her.

"Hey, Sora, I think we should head back now," Asuka chuckled, resting the younger girl's head on her lap and moving her hair out of her face with great care, "She's pretty much done for. And I don't think she'll take her hangover well either. Can you imagine her wittle face?"

"Yeah, alright," the ravenette said quietly, finishing off his whiskey, "Got nothin' else to do anyway."

Sora placed his finished glass onto a server's tray and meandered over to stand over the incapacitated girl with an amused grin on his face. She was still conscious, albeit extremely out of it, and that fact supplied him with endless entertainment. He gave a little chuckle as he began to pick her up, but was scolded by Asuka at the way he was holding her. He seemed to think it a reasonable way to hold her, having her slung over his shoulder in a position that did not appear comfortable in the slightest.

After the orange-haired girl told him to carry her in a more embracing manner that wouldn't hurt her, he settled for carrying her like a baby. While it was more of a princess hold, he seemed to view the subjects differently. The girl in his arms was no princess, yet it amused him to no end. She tried to keep up with what he was drinking, but, in the end, she only ended up barely able to move.

As the ravenette proceeded to carry the girl back to the limousine waiting in the front for them, the (h/c) haired girl began to stare at him intently. Every once in a while, she would let out a small, but determined hum and then poke at his chest, arms, or wherever else she could reach. Then she would look away, only to turn her sights back on the male and repeat the same actions all over again.

"What are you doin', girly?" he asked, almost impatiently, trying to avoid eye contact, "Have you fallen for my good looks already?"

The girl didn't answer, only sitting up in his arms to stare into his grey eyes, hints of magenta peeking out from behind them. He dodged looking into hers, staring off to the side, but she held her intense gaze and then put her hand on his cheek. Feeling himself relax at the care she was taking to touch him, he lowered his guard. Only at this did the girl pull at his cheeks, making him scoff out of pain. He grabbed onto her hand and pushed it away.

"What did you do that for?" he asked sharply, "That hurt!"

(Y/n) then lowered her eyes in a sense of guilt and buried herself in the male's neck, making him tense in surprise. At seeing he had upset her for some unknown reason, he felt strangely at fault and gave a small exhale, his eyes darting around for something to focus on, though his efforts were in vain. He couldn't find anything to take his interest off of her. Something about the way she was acting thoroughly entranced him. It was irritating, to say the least, but for the moment, he let it slide.

"I don't want to love you," the girl said, beginning to cry.

At this, the ravenette tensed again. Something about her made his entire state change simply by the emotions she conveyed. It was fascinating the way she kept him on his toes. Though, by hearing the girl begin to weep, he was unsure of what to do, racking his mind for any ideas to quell the situation.

"I-I never asked you to!" he snapped in confusion, only making the girl cry more, "S-Shit."

Asuka turned her head when she heard the male curse very loudly, however unintentional it was. And as she saw that (Y/n) was crying, she found herself becoming very agitated with the male, figuring he had done something to make her feel somber. The orange-haired girl began to stomp towards the male, fully prepared to beat his ass to teach him a lesson, but she suddenly stopped. Sora appeared to be filled with remorse and panic as he struggled to find out the cause for the (h/c) haired girl's sadness.

"I don't want to love you," (Y/n) cried again, clutching onto the male's shirt.

"W-What? Then don't! Wh-What's the problem here?!" Sora said, his hand awkwardly in the air, reluctant to touch the girl, lest she crumble due to his touch.

And though his efforts to not touch her didn't go unnoticed, she didn't seem to feel the same when it came to him. Her misty eyes and the streaks of tears that ran down her cheeks made the ravenette's heart skip a beat. He'd never seen her so fragile, so open, so vulnerable and he didn't know how to react. In a way, it was terrifying to him. The way that she was making him feel. It wasn't something he felt fondly about. Not yet at least.

Without a word, without a peep, without a single indication of what she was going to do, (Y/n) leaned forward and pressed her lips softly onto the ravenette's. His eyes went wide and he struggled to understand what had made her do such a thing, but as soon as she touched his lips, she left them, and they became cold. So unbearably cold. She then proceeded to cry and hold onto him tightly as she said something that made him go still.

"Yamato," she whimpered, her hold on him tightening when she said the brunette's name.

If Sora's mind before was racing, it was now flying at a million miles an hour, unable to fully comprehend why she had done or said such a thing afterward. In her drunken state, did she confuse him with Yamato? Or did she simply miss the brunette? Or maybe she was scared and did that in order to convince him to help keep her safe from him? He didn't know, he really didn't, and it angered him.

He clutched protectively onto the younger female and stepped into the car, laying her down in his lap and putting his hand on her head in an attempt to comfort her. Asuka, seeing the male was clearly inexperienced with such situations, offered her hand, gently stroking the girl to calm her worked-up state. It was because of the orange-haired girl that the younger female was able to drift into a peaceful slumber, holding desperately onto Asuka's hand.

And in the morning when she woke, the same orange-haired girl was tending carefully to her. Though (Y/n) had a splitting headache, nausea, and a spinning mind, it seemed Asuka was doing all in her power to help the girl recover. The (h/c) haired girl put her hand on her forehead, attempting to rub the effects of her alcohol consumption out of her system. There was a soothing fragrance in the air that seemed to ease her pain.

"Doing any better?" Asuka asked quietly, propping up (Y/n) to tilt a cup to her lips.

The taste was bitter and wasn't at all a comfort to the suffering girl, but the orange-haired girl insisted she drink every last drop. It was something that kept her symptoms at ease, almost erasing them completely, but it took time to kick in. In the meantime, Asuka gave the girl some ice-cold water, making sure not to give her too much at a time. Then she fed the girl a bagel, trying to fill her belly.

"Just take it easy," Asuka assured her, putting the girl down to close her eyes and rest, "You have the whole day to sleep, so do whatever you'd like. I'll be here to look after you, little duckling."

And that was how it was. Any groan that (Y/n) made, any complaint, any little hint of discomfort she displayed, Asuka was there to take care of it all. She didn't seem to have any annoyance with the younger girl. In fact, whenever there was another thing for her to tend to, she seemed to relish it. There was only happiness in her step as she frolicked to the next thing that (Y/n) needed of her.

Though she was glad to see the (h/c) haired girl's recovery, she was only saddened that she couldn't help the girl any further. As (Y/n) sat up and her headache vanished, she let out a yawn and rubbed her head. It was then that Asuka skipped and sat down behind her, carrying a small brush in her hands. She began to brush out the knots in the younger female's hair, a strange calmness washing over her that she hadn't had in quite some time.

When she finished with the younger girl's hair, pinning it up comfortably, but, regrettably, not perfectly, she clapped her hands together. The orange-haired girl then presented the girl with a new set of clothes, far more comfortable than anything the younger female had worn before. Asuka showed delight over the feeling (Y/n) expressed, the comfortable clothes overjoying her even if it wasn't the clothes themselves that made her feel such a way.

Feeling that some fresh air would do the girl good, the older female led her to the vast backyard, allowing her some time to take it in. Though Toma was not amused by the appearance of the two girls, he only swished his tail and began pacing back and forth. However, he stopped when he noticed a lone girl entering the scene, her navy hair swaying as she walked. And when she stood still, putting more pressure on one of her feet so her hip popped. She had her arms crossed over her chest as she scanned the area.

Toma let out another huff as he saw the new intruder on his territory, and it only aggravated him further that he hoped it was Sora. Instead, he was met with a snooty, haughty female that thought she owned everything she looked at. No, he wasn't fond of Asuka, of (Y/n), of Seraphina, of any girl that he came across that didn't give him food. Even if they did, he still found them repulsive. They weren't enough for the tiger.

"What is it with you, you sulky cat?" the navy-haired girl scoffed, "And you."

(Y/n) turned her head to the clearly irritated older female to see her scowling with a burning rage in her eyes. Though she didn't feel any intimidation from the number one ranked girl in the yakuza group, the (h/c) haired girl didn't have the energy to argue with her. So she just listened to what the annoyed girl had to say, although she used selective hearing to ignore most of it. Asuka just observed what the older female was doing in case she needed to interfere.

"I've just heard you were taken to Helix Casino just last night!" Seraphina huffed, "Do you even understand how luxurious it is or how privileged you have to be to go there? I've been begging Sora to take me there for weeks!"

"You're like a child," Asuka sighed, rolling her eyes, "I swear all you do is bitch and moan. Oh, wait. Let me rephrase that. You're a bitch and you moan. For men. Next time I'll use nouns, not verbs. So sorry."

"I didn't come here to complain," the navy-haired girl snapped, turning to (Y/n) and ignoring the orange-haired girl, "I came here to bribe you. I won't lose my position with Sora to someone who doesn't even sleep with him. Two million dollars for you to leave here. I'll provide the way out for you."

The (h/c) haired girl listening to the conversation perked her ears up at the sound of the offer. She would have loved to take her up on her offer, but she took note of Sora's threat to her. While she wasn't entirely sure that he meant what he said or that he had something to back it up, the girl couldn't completely pass the offer away unless she knew for sure. That being said, she turned to look at the navy haired girl and gave a blank expression.

"I'll think on that," (Y/n) replied, "but I'll need some time."

While Seraphina rolled her eyes, she seemed to accept the girl's reluctance and hesitance, walking away as her work was done for the time being. She focused intently on how she was going to get the girl out rather than if she would. And Asuka narrowed her eyes as she did so, tapping her foot in impatience, watching her leave with frustration in her. That offer was dangerous, especially if it succeeded, and Sora would not be happy. His tool against Yamato would be gone.

After some time, (Y/n) felt much better and made her way back inside, away from the envious tiger. Asuka followed her as well, skipping along after her before stopping suddenly and hugging the (h/c) haired girl tightly, letting out a deep exhale. It seemed that she was comforted by the younger girl's presence and relaxed, but she never let her smile vanish from her face. Instead, she backed up and began to take off her shoes in a hurry.

"Come on, you too," she giggled, "Let's have some fun."

Not wanting to miss out on the fun that Asuka promised, (Y/n) began to take off her shoes as well, following after the older female as she bolted down the halls. The two of them were given odd looks, as would be normal, considering they were frolicking among as a child would, but they couldn't have cared less about the looks. They were engaging in a fun game of tag, but considering that their socks kept ensuring they were slipping, it made it all the more challenging to them both.

Asuka seemed carefree in the moment, struggling to keep her balance with her slippery socks on the smooth floor, but kept ensuring she would get (Y/n), and as she insisted, "her little dog, too". It would become nervewracking whenever the orange-haired girl got a little too close for (Y/n)'s comfort, and she would squeal loudly, and attempt to escape from Asuka's grasp. Of course, the majority of times there were people around, she did not fall. However, the one time there were people there, she fell straight on her face.

"Oh boy," Enmei chuckled, looking down at the sight before him, "I assume Asuka's not too far behind? In that case, come with me! Quickly! She'll tickle you to death if she gets you."

The men and women that had been walking with the grey-haired boy had a folder of important papers shoved into their arms by the young male. They watched as he ran away with the younger female, attempting to escape from her silly threats. And while the two of them tried to keep their giggles or chuckles to a minimum, Asuka wouldn't let them. She said more ridiculous things in an attempt to spark laughs and joy, something she had a habit of doing, even when the situation didn't call for it.

It wasn't long before Enmei and (Y/n) ran out of stamina, though it appeared that Asuka was much more fit than the both of them. She didn't even appear out of breath, just excited to play. With joy, she put her hands on the two's heads and began to tease them gently about winning the game. She would never have intentionally harmed them with her words, so she ensured she didn't appear berating or cruel in the slightest bit.

"I caught you, my little ducklings," the orange-haired girl giggled, rubbing their hair to mess it up sufficiently, "But why is it that every time I get (Y/n) to myself, either you or Sora always interrupt our quality time together?"

"I'm sure it was just a coincidence," Enmei stated, giving a small chuckle as he rubbed his hair back into place.

(Y/n) froze up at the thought. It couldn't have been a coincidence, it was far too incriminating. She turned her (e/c) colored pupils to look at the grey-haired boy who possessed a wide smile. There were plenty of other times that she had witnessed such a happy look when something sinister had just happened. She was indeed curious why Enmei and Sora kept showing up whenever she was with Asuka.

Poisonous jealousy never ended without blood being spilled. At least, not in her situation. It was terrifying that she was confronted with the possibility that the same murderous intent was displayed as she was shown by multiple others. And still that someone like Enmei, with such a deceiving appearance and personality, would be such a person. (Y/n) gripped onto Asuka's arm tightly and turned to her, hiding behind her with a worried expression. The orange-haired girl seemed to understand the situation, and gave a friendly smile.

"I don't think (Y/n)'s feeling too well," Asuka said quietly to the grey-haired boy, "I'll take her to her room."

"Oh, can I help?" Enmei said eagerly.

"No," the orange-haired girl replied, "It's...lady problems."

It appeared that the boy turned a bright shade of red and looked the other way, nodding his head. Asuka then helped (Y/n) and took her back to her room, all while noticing the worried expression she had on her face. But she knew one thing for sure: she would help (Y/n), no matter what it cost her. Because she had much more to gain. It had been quite some time for her to find another with the heart she had loved with all of hers.

And in another part of the mansion, on the top floor, behind locked doors, laid a ravenette, completely out of it since the morning. Even when he had woken up, he felt shocked to his core, and he turned over to rest on his back, looking up at the ceiling, the chandelier dazzling with a raging beauty. It sparkled in a light he'd never seen it in, and he, himself, felt elated, but the pride that lingered in him refused to let him know why.

But his body remembered it. The gentle touch he so longed to possess. Perhaps long ago he would have been able to reciprocate such feelings and such soft actions towards another, but that was long gone, taken from him for his own survival. He refused to go back to being who he cast off, his pride the only thing that kept him from slipping, from falling from his father's acceptance, and the only thing protecting him and Asuka.

And yet, he couldn't stop thinking about the soft part of a human heart that he wasn't able to have himself. Instead, he placed his hand to his mouth and began to touch his lips, remembering a brief moment he'd had with (Y/n). When had he last kissed someone? He didn't know. But it seemed different to him. So different it caused fear and suspicion to develop in his heart, blocking him from feeling anything he didn't need to survive.

"But it was so fucking...gentle."