The Moon's Redamancy In Fall [Tsukishima x Yamaguchi]

thirteen.

Tsukishima

After a few shots of the liquor that Akihiro prepared for us, my mind started to feel muzzy, I didn't even notice Yamaguchi was beside me the entire time. My mom wanted to refuse Akihiro's offer to us but of course, this shit of a person that he is wouldn't back down.

The eerie and uncomfortable mood started to wear off as I could feel the alcohol's effect on my body and mind. I didn't know why but everything felt funny.

We drink in silence, hoping that the answer lies at the bottom of the glass and then the bottom of the glass and then the next glass and the next. And so the night drags on. Few words exchanged between us. And the words that are spoken are slurred and senseless.

The harsh scent of the strong booze can be smelt of my person. I know it, and so does everyone around me. Including Yamaguchi. They can see me struggling to keep my balance, and I know I'm struggling to keep it. It's like some sort of outer body experience. My legs don't work as I tell them. Neither do my hands. Or my fingers.

Somewhere, deep inside I know my brain is sending signals telling me what to do. Whether or not my body is listening is a different story. I can feel it moving. It can feel it doing what it wants. Can I stop it? We all know the answer to that. It's doing as it pleases.

Darting my eyes to each person in the dining room, my eyes peered over the man I expected to look up to when I was still a helpless child, Akihiro's hair was greasy. His eyes had a strange sunken look and were threaded with scarlet so densely that they appeared pink. His cheeks glowed under broken veins, his actions were slow, clumsy.

My wanting to confront him had drifted away as I could feel myself getting drunk every time I take a shot. I wanted to confront him so bad, ask him so many questions that he'd left us over the years. So many explanations left unsaid. Where was he all these times?

Where's the man that I once knew?

He was probably dead a long time ago.

"Oh come on, Kaori, honey! It's not that bad," Akihiro gave my mom a smirk before turning it into a grin, "Plus they're almost at legal age!" He added.

Fuck, if only I could punch his face right now, I really fucking would. With my every intake of the alcohol, the raging anger inside of me was starting to wear off.

Mom did not looked pleased but she just sighed, "Akihiro, they're sixteen," She suspired, frustrated.

As if she would be able to do something, it's pretty obvious that she loves this fucktard more than us. If she did care for our opinion, she would've even consider it.

Akihiro shrugged his shoulder as he poured another shot of liquor down my glass, "They'll be fine!" He pushed.

I didn't even notice but my lips had been quirked up into a smirk for god knows how long, "Yeah . . . Mom, why are you such a killjoy!" The words fell from my lips, dragging each of it, it felt like it was so hard to even speak, I started laughing.

I did not even plan on saying that. I wanted to stop whatever the fuck is happening and just go to bed but I couldn't feel anything but heaviness and it felt so fucking . . . fun.

Lazily peering over Yamaguchi, his cheeks were already stained with deep, dark red. His freckles seemed like they were dancing, like stars bursting on his stained cheeks, and his eyes . . . Oh, his eyes.

"Tsukki, are you okay?" Yamaguchi's voice felt like choirs of angels singing. It was echoing through my ears. He strangely sounded so good.

My train of thoughts would drown with obscenities of Yamaguchi, sometimes, I wouldn't even notice. Sober or not, he got me thinking of him all the damn time.

What would he sound like when I make him moan?

What would Tadashi's face look like with his lips wrapped around me, eyes staring up at me . . . just for me, through his hooded eyes?

"Uh . . . Um . . ." Yamaguchi stuttered, looking down to his fiddling fingers, his shoulder's hunched and he licked his lips, pursing it together.

He's so cute whenever he do this. Whenever I stare at him, he'll go all shy and caves in. Akiteru, Akihiro and my mom's talking started to drown down in my ears. I couldn't hear them, but Yamaguchi.

My head felt heavy, I started to bob it up and down, losing my balance from the heaviness of my head. Fuck, I want to lay down. I pulled my head back up, tilting it to the side and giving Yamaguchi the best smile I could ever give him.

Yamaguchi laughs from it, his deep chuckle lifting the spirit of the room. His face has a softness even when it comes to rest, as if he lacks the inner bitterness of the others gathered here tonight. He knows so damn well who he is and he's comfortable with himself. He's perhaps the only man in I've ever known that could look in a mirror of truth and only see his own reflection.

A few moments later, Akihiro started to become rough. He was laughing, yelling, smacking the table. It was so annoying. He definitely did not look like this ten years ago from now. I thought better.

My mom stood from her seat, "Okay, that's enough for tonight," She sighed, grabbing all the whiskey glass in front of us, walking towards Akihiro. He looked like he had passed out. Fucking finally.

Akiteru and Yamaguchi had been talking, laughing for I don't even know for how long, but I didn't even notice. I was too busy balancing myself from falling off the chair. God.

The sudden urge of sleeping suddenly hits me, I bowed my head and closed my eyes, my breath slowing down.

"Tadashi, sweetie, could you please bring Kei upstairs?" I hear my mom's blurry voice, still closing my eyes.

My eyes were closed, as I could feel Yamaguchi and Akiteru assisting me on both of my sides. Yamaguchi and Akiteru was laughing. I didn't even know what they were laughing at. My glasses was going to fall. I know, because I could feel it but my body was definitely not working the way I wanted to. Fuck. This is why I never like drinking. At all. It's fucking annoying.

It then became difficult for us to walk through the stairs since the three of us had been literally stumbling all over the floor, our legs were clearly not functioning well, especially mine, my legs refusing to carry me further. They were both laughing, and I was already getting annoyed. But I couldn't protest because my mouth refused to fucking move.

Not long, I didn't notice how or realize how I got to my bedroom, but I was already there. The room was dark and cold. My eyes squinted from the moonlight coming from the small space of the curtain provided by the window.

In my dark room there were shapes in monochrome, of course the daylight could bring brilliant fuchsia or deepest scarlet, but for now it could be a scene from a black and white movie.

The silhouettes were already more discernible than they were only a short while before. Yamaguchi gazed from the window; any moment the sun would kiss the sky orange, igniting a new dawn, bringing the chorus of the birds.

I didn't know if it was the alcohol rushing through my blood and veins, but my legs strode towards Yamaguchi, pulling him into a tight hug. His comforting warmth was enough to make me cry. I had been longing for this for so fucking long. It even felt like my hunger was already satisfied.

I could see wind-stirred waves in his eyes. If one were brave enough to enter their depths, all else would blur and you'd fall so deep in love that you'd choose to stay there, no matter what.

Of that, I'm completely sure.