?Arius

I've seen all sorts of drunk people in my life, with all sorts of weird habits but this one just exceeds my expectations and experience. I stared at the drunk girl facing the lamp next to the window. "Why aren't you talking to me?!" She screamed at the lamp probably thinking it was me.

"..." I remained quiet as I observed her. Along with trying to suppress my laughter I took out my phone and started recording a video of her. "HUH!? How dare you give me the silent treatment?!!" She hit the head of the lamp with the glass in her hand, making it crash on the floor with a loud sound. After the act she panicked, "Oh no! Arius!" She crouched down and held the lamp in her arms as if it was a dying man, "Oh I'm so sorry!! I really am" But then she slapped the lamp's face, "You're still an asshole though." Wow. What a violent girl. I couldn't help but laugh. "AH!" She heard me, "Someone's laughing at me." She shot her head in my direction and scrunched up her nose at me. "I see you." She mumbled. Cute. "You!" She managed to stand up with wobbly steps and walked towards me, "I know you!"

"You do now?" I ended the video I was making of her and placed the phone on the table.

"I do!!" She somehow managed to walk all the way to where I was sitting and stood in front of me with her arms folded as she glared at me. She kept staring at me for a while and I had no idea what was going through her mind. I just looked back at her with a smile, "You're pretty." Her expressions softened after staring at me for a while.

"Pretty?" I raised my eyebrows at her as my smile faded. I'm not fond of that word, rather I hate it when someone calls me 'pretty' but now that she's saying it, it doesn't seem so bad. Maybe because the people who said it before her had entirely different intentions behind it.

"HmmMmm" She nodded her head innocently and drew her face closer to mine to look at my face, "Are you mine?" She sat on my lap facing me, "You have to be mine!!" She demanded but it also seemed like she was asking a question.

"No, sweetheart." I wrapped my arms around her lower back just in case, so that she doesn't fall down, "You, are mine."

"What~? Why?!"

"Because, you're my slave." I answered her question.

She gasped dramatically, "I'm a slave!???" The sudden realization left her dumbstruck and she seemed lost in thoughts of agony. She pouted her lips like a child whose mother didn't let her have her candy. In all honesty, it looked adorable. Then all of a sudden, another thought struck her, "I want melon bread." She looked at me, then at my cheeks and drooled.

Realization hit me and I stared at her in denial, "Don't you dare." I knew immediately what she was thinking and even though I warned her not to do it she still did. She bit my cheek, licked and sucked it. Then backed away licking her lips, "You taste bad." She scrunched her nose for a second and then pouted again.

"That's not where you are supposed to taste me." I touched my cheek with one hand as I kept the other behind her. This is the very first time someone has wanted to eat my cheeks. I rubbed my cheek gently while she looked at me with heavy eyes and then her gaze crawled down to my lower body. She stepped down and opened the button of my jeans, "Hey wait!" She began unzipping my pants when I grabbed her hands to stop her. "What are you doing!!??"

"Tasting you?" She answered so innocently I was a bit taken aback. Her eyelids were heavy. I could tell that she was going to shut down at any moment. I pulled her back up. Wait? Did my heart beat actually speed up? Because of her?

"You don't have to taste me." I wrapped my arms around her again, tight this time, making sure she would stay in place.

"Why?" She laid her head on my shoulder.

"I-uh, taste bad." Of all the things I could have said I chose this. Wow. Only after I said it I realized I could have said something way better but it worked so I guess that's fine.

"Oh.." She snuggled against me. This is the first time I've noticed her scent, like a cool water fragrance. I could tell the alcohol was doing its job and she was going to pass out soon enough but just before that part something hit her, "I remember who you are!"

"Really now, do you?" What does she remember now? I chuckled.

"You're the guy who did bad to a little boy and can't even give an explanation." She scrunched her nose and sniffed, looking at me with half open eyes. I stared back at her and sighed, "Oh! And!" She remembered something else, "You're the guy whose family killed mine."

"I see..Not very pleasant things to remember."

"Yeah." Her voice was fading, "I'm supposed to hate you." With her finals words she drifted into sleep.

Supposed to? I wonder what that was supposed to mean? Perhaps it was just some drunken words. Enemies are bound to hate each other.

I picked her up and took her to her room. I guess today was a bad idea.

Let's build up her alcohol tolerance slowly. Bit by bit. I can't do this everyday. As I laid her on her bed I took a seat beside her. Supposed to hate me huh? I removed some of her silky soft hair that were on her face and tucked them behind her ear. "You may hate me for what my clan did." I whispered, "But let's not forget who started that war."