K Project Yata Misaki and Oc One-Shots

Love is Like a Wine

She stared out the window of her apartment. Her roommate and childhood friend was out, probably trying to start up a fight with their other friend. Well, he wasn't much of a friend anymore. He wasn't much of anything to her anymore. She thought he loved her. It was a bittersweet feeling when he finally told her why he dated her. It was the best way to anger him was what she was told.

Blank eyes stared at the wine bottle in front of her. It wasn't a good wine but wasn't cheap either. She took a drink, ignoring both the time and any etiquette she'd learn in her life. They dated for two years and he broke up with her on their two-year anniversary. All purely because he wasn't mad anymore so what was the point of keeping up this act. Those two men would be the end of her, the fire and ice of her heart. She fell for the ice and now she was left frozen over, trying to use this wine to thaw out her poor heart.

She probably always knew how ice longed for the fire to notice him. She wasn't sure what his feelings were, friendship or more. It was clear now that fire was far more important than her though. Even though she dated ice she lived with fire. He made sure she was taken care of, she was family after all. They were part of the same clan. The wildfire that was left in his wake after he found out about her and ice was terrifying. She was sure she'd be consumed by his rage, then he asked such an important question.

"Does that stupid Monkey make you happy?" Hazel eyes glared into cherry ones.

She smiled, her cherry eyes softening at the thought of him, "Very much."

She'd always been fond of both boys but ice made a move, fire was always too scared. So when ice beat him to it, fire excepted it as long as their sky was clear. She was the sun when she was dating ice, a clear summer day, now there was a fog and mist in the air. Fire was livid when he saw her, all dressed up in a stunning blue halter, hair, and makeup was done specially for their two-year anniversary, all ruined by the rivers of tears falling from her eyes.

Fire didn't even say a word as he stomped out the door. Now she was here with the bottle of wine she had bought to celebrate their day with. She took another long drink, she relished the emotions flooding through her. Allowed the tears to flow without making a sound. The pain felt good for the time being. It reminded her what she felt was real.

Fire must have been gone for a while she mused. The wine bottle was empty. She got up, stumbled a little seeing if they had another. She opened the fridge and stared, she vaguely remembered that Mr.Kusanagi had given them random cheap wines he was given by some companies trying to get him to stock their alcohol. She grabbed the cheapest, no point in getting drunk on anything worth enjoying. She settled back in her seat and fumbled with the cork. This was easier sober, was her only thought as she found the corkscrew and got to work. Around five minutes of anger and frustration, she got it open. Her hands red and sore from the annoying task. Sweat beading her forehead and it was wrinkled from how stressful it was to open a stupid wine bottle. She huffed at it and took a well-deserved sip.

Trash, just like she thought. It tasted awful, it was like someone took moldy rotten grapes and decided this was the answer for a drink. They could have easily done better. She scoffed but took another sip. It didn't matter if it was good, what mattered is that it got the job done. Her tears had run dry during the taxing event of opening this stupid bottle. Now she was left with quiet thoughts and small reminders of what she just lost. Well, she guessed it was never really hers after all.

Halfway through another bottle now, what time was it? She looked at the clock but the numbers kept spinning and swirling around. She mused that she was drunk as she quietly decided now was a good time to finish the other half of the bottle. It couldn't have been long if she was drunk off two bottles of wine. Maybe an hour, maybe a little more. Would he come home already, she knew drinking alone wasn't healthy.