Butterflies [Marine x Rushia]

11: Internal death

Having knowledge about social doings is one a nerd like her wished she has, even the slightest of.
Going earlier than it was scheduled seemed like common sense but in occasions like these seemed like it's better if you were to come on a later time.

At the corner Rushia stood, a cup of beer on her hand, regretting the fact she didn't took mere minutes to wait for Marine and go with her instead.
The party was just as she expected, crowds she knows nothing of were already tipsy.

The more she watch in the distance, the more the mess piles up.
It indeed disappointed her. However, what caught her eyes was the savior from heavens who walked through the open doors.

Behind said savior, walked Marine. From a far, Rushia watched them banter on with smiles.
Leaving her a silent ache. Taking the last sip of beer, she approached them, letting the cup slip through her fingers.

"Hey Shion! Marine." The white haired's face lit up, excitement flaming behind glossed eyes.
The latter, Marine, was surprised however. Yes she might have mentioned the event but got no information whether Rushia was coming or not.

A waiter with cups on his tray came by, offering them drinks.
Once the girls took theirs, he left. It was one thing Rushia didn't expected.
The place they gathered at was fancy with it being a mansion, but the vibe it gave was nothing near an elegant place.

Rushia noticed the guys in suits circle around the area earlier on, but paid no attention to the fact they actually circle around to serve guests.
After chugging down almost the whole drink, Marine raised an eyebrow, "What do you think so far?"

"About what?" Rushia took her own sip. Shion's eyes absentmindedly wandered around the lit place.
"The party." Flatly, Marine responded.
"It's ok i guess. Just haven't took on to join others." Marine was clearly bewildered by Rushia's response.

Too fast for Rushia to react on, Marine took her arm, not really bothered by it, she let the red-haired drag her across the room.
Slithering down the flooded halls of people, they made eye contact.

In that instant Rushia forgot about the crowd, the halls lit with LED lights, the unpleasant scent of alcohol lingering around the air they breathe.
All she laid her eyes on was Marine.
The one who proved Rushia doesn't hate accidents as much as she claims to.

Does Rushia hate it whenever she gets in trouble by surprise inconveniences? Yes. Is being caused by a sudden harm a huge pain for her? Literally. She hated it whenever she gets caught up in one, but accidentally being paired with Marine to share a place and befriending her?

Does she hate it? Heck no, instead, it was the absolute opposite of hate. Was it love? No. She was just grateful to be with her. Be with her, a weird way to put it but it works for Rushia.

For a second she was swallowed up by her thoughts until Marine called out. "Hey!" Near the stairs they stood.
Rushia's cheeks were cupped by Marine's palms, both became aware of the heat emanating from Rushia's cheeks.

"You're hot.. Are you sick? Do you need me to take you back?"
Worry shown by her brows, Marine's hand went up to Rushia's forehead then down to her neck.
She took Marine's palm, feeling even more hot, she placed it down.

She did too to the other. "I'm alright, probably just from the hot air."
A decent excuse it was. Even with the chill air of fall and the open air conditioners, it made no change with the doors and windows being open and others lighting up fire for whatever reason Rushia knows nothing of.

A couple approached, Rushia just noticed that she was in the way to the stairs. Moving to Marine's side, she let the two move up.
The red-haired once again took her arm then dragged her up the stairs, just behind the two.