Day & Night

Ch. 3 - The Accident Pt. 1

Tsukie's POV

Warning: Drinking, Blood, Trauma, Injuries.

I slammed the shot glass down, wishing the warm liquid would numb the pain.

"Tsukie, you should slow down. You have a mission in a few hours," Mitsuri said, worried.

"What did I do?" I said, laying my head on the bar. "Why does he hate me so much?"

"Tsukie..." Mitsuri placed a hand on my back. She sighed, thinking about what she was going to say. "He doesn't hate you. He's just scared; just give him one more chance."

"One more chance?" I slurred out a little. "I walked in on him trying to get laid three times. Three! When I want to talk, I just get silence from him. Scared? Please that... that man-child isn't scared of anything!" I may have been a little too loud because I was getting side glances from other consumers in the bar.

Just as I was feeling buzzed, my tracker on my wrist shocked me.

"Fuck!" I said, holding my wrist. One of my family members, probably my mother, saw my vitals and decided to give me a shock to let them know that they were watching.

Just then, I felt a slap that turned my head with a sting. I looked at Mitsuri, shocked that she had just hit me.

"Tsukie, stop! You need to get ahold of yourself. You and Rengoku need to talk this out because it's starting to affect the rest of the team," she started not breaking eye contact. "You two are the leaders, and everyone is either fed up or annoyed. These last few months have been hell dealing with the two of you. Tengen and I are even more fed up because we're stuck between the two of you. Either fuck each other or go your separate ways because this is getting ridiculous."

I was just staring at her, letting her words sink in. Then, finally, she covered her mouth in horror.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped as a small smile crept upon my lips.

I sighed out, "you're right."

I rubbed my temples. She was right; I wasn't just saying that. We are the leaders of the Hashira and our own clans, and we were acting like children. I mean, we still were, in a way. Kyojuro and I were 20 with so many responsibilities and duties that the word marriage broke us. It was too much to think about without being drunk.

"Thank you Mitsuri, seriously, I needed that," I said as I placed our forehead together.

We leaned back, and she smiled brightly as my small smile crept back up.

"What are friends for? But seriously, you need to call out of this mission," she said as I waved her off.

"The shock and the slap sobered me up a little," I said, chugging some water.

"Isn't Rengoku going to be there?" She asked, her smile falling to worry.

I just shrugged my shoulders and hopped off the barstool, making my way towards the door.

"Tsukie, this is unsafe," she said, grabbing my arm.

"Keiji will be my eyes and ears as always. I'll have my father as extra eyes if needed," I said as she released me, making my way out the bar.

I made it to the warehouse before sunset. Getting out of my car I walked to the trunk to get ready. I put my hair up, gloves on, and the rest of my equipment on like it was second nature. At this point, it was. Putting on the communication collar and earpiece, I tapped on my tracker, calling my younger brother.

"Tsukie, seriously? Call this off," were the first words out of his mouth.

"I'm fine," I said, starting to climb a nearby ladder to the roof.