Sandstorm

Dog Ch.9

"The fuck..." I grumbled slowly awakening from my slumber. I felt something underneath me, or more like someone. I rolled off and hopped up, seeing the noble slowly get to his feet himself. I rubbed my eyes groggily not believing what I saw. Haruki was here. With Me.

"Haruki? What the HELL!?" I cried out in confusion, not remembering any of the previous events that could have occurred the night before. Haruki just stared off, seemingly lost.

"Haruki! The hell are we doing up here?!" I then exclaimed trying to snap him back into reality.

"Well, you fell asleep while you were drunk. I didn't feel like taking you back with me to the base like I should've. I didn't really know what to do," Haruki finally replied. I sat there staring at him blankly before he then commented, "You look awful, by the way."

"Shut up, I know that..." I grumbled putting my face in my hands irritated. Gurifin...? No Gurifin... I eventually sighed and let it go looking back up at Haruki.

"I suppose you're just going to take me back to the base and arrest me," I groaned, assuming the worst as I was clearly in no position to be able to fight back.

"I should but I don't feel like it," Haruki replied, I looked at him a bit surprised at his response. "Maybe we could meet up at a bar somewhere. Just chat as friends. I'm sorry for abandoning you, back at the academy. I want to be friends again. Fight invisible monsters with my best friend."

I stared at him in shock, not expecting him to ever say that to me. It took me a moment to recollect myself before I replied, "Yeah alright, I'll probably be in the bar over there. Just as friends though, and don't come in that uniform. Wear something more like what I am wearing." He takes a look at what I'm wearing, probably taking in the spiked collar, leather jacket, gray tank top, worn jeans and my worn leather boots. If you really pay attention I do stick out like a sore thumb.

"Sounds good. I'll probably stop by some time tomorrow evening. I'll see you around," Haruki replied. He got up and left. Not much left to see as I stared at the empty spot on the concrete where the noble was merely seconds ago. I felt a small bit of excitement, just to be able to meet up with someone. Even if I hated that person for all my life, Haruki is a way better to talk to then those lame drunk looser at the bar. Though what makes me any different than them... At least I get to really talk to someone who looks nice. Wait what. What the fuck was that thought?!

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I sat at the bar waiting patiently, it should be evening around now. My bar buddies were hanging around me but I specifically made sure a spot would stay open next to me for Haruki. I ordered a drink for myself as it didn't feel right to not have one while sitting at the counter. It wasn't long before a familiar black haired figure stepped into the bar, I could tell he picked me out of the crowd easily as he strolled over and took the seat open next to me.

"Hey Hinaka, long time no see," Haruki greeted, a small lie probably just to keep our cover cool. Good thing because if not my bar buddies would probably get all over my back about him.

"Oh hey Haruki. What's up in your life?" I asked before turning to the bar tender, "Hey get him one." The bartender moved to get Haruki a drink and he brings it over and sets it down in front of him. Haruki opened the drink and took a small sip, I could tell he was slightly hesitant.

"Not much, I'm supposed to be 'undercover' but that's not really fun so I decided to hang around here. How's the free life been treating you?" He then said with a small grin.

"Eh, it's been fine, but a bit of the same ol' stuff everyday. Somewhat repetitive but I ain't complainin'. It's better than working at that old dump," I replied taking another swig of my beer.

"I guess so," Haruki replied with a shrug taking a swig of his own beer, this time he seemed more comfortable drinking it. Me and Haruki chatted for a bit, I could tell he wasn't used to being drunk as his mood slightly shifted. I continued to drink none the less feeling it was pretty usual for a guy to get a bit tipsy. Though, I couldn't help myself. I drank a bit more and more and started to flirt with the other guys, my posture getting a bit more open and less composed. They didn't seem to mind though as they just joked around with me as I blabbered on about things. I glanced over at Haruki, he seemed... was it offended?!

"Hey Haru..." I start a small smirk forming on my face. "Nice shirt, it makes you look good." I sat there the smirk still clearly on my face, my typical compliment.

"Thanks, your tank op shows off your muscles nicely," he then replied with a small grin. PFFFFFF DID HE JUST SAY THAT?! HAHAHAHAHAHA. I couldn't contain the now extremely large smirk to cross my features. I examine his sudden tense features, though I could tell he was still trying to play it cool. Though I couldn't help staring back at him as he stared at me. I watched his eyes look at the bone griffin tattoo on my arm and how my shirt hugged my muscles almost as if I really wasn't wearing a shirt at all. Though, I couldn't help but stare at his long smooth black hair, as it looked so sharp and crisp. His facial features striking and sharp that can captivate any wandering eye. I just couldn't help myself...

"Thanks, your hair looks nice... even better out of your face..." I said, straight out of my thoughts. THE FUCK HINAKA WHAT ARE YOU DOING...?!....... HOLD UP IS HE BLUSHING?! He was adorable when his face grew a small shade of pink. I couldn't help it, I really couldn't as the lonely demon inside of myself starting to scratch on my insides making me spew and think things I shouldn't. Though... They didn't really bother me as they should. WHAT IS GOING ON PLEASE STOP THINKING THIS... but... but...

"I don't know why bu you look kinda cute with your cheeks all pink like that..." I grinned. HOLY FUCK HINAKA! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING WHY. It's true though. My internal struggle continued as I couldn't contain myself. Though it was cut off as I overheard Haruki mumble,

"Well I bet you probably look cuter when you're blushing." I dared to look at him turn his head to look away, though this time I didn't hesitate to recoil with, "I doubt this ugly mug would ever look as good as you do. Not to mention those muscles of yours... Plus you're the sweetest person to practically everyone."

He looked back down at me, his features showing some sort of internal struggle. I sat staring at him, I couldn't keep this lonely demon contained within myself. Why do I want to hold him in my arms so badly? I hate the guy's guts for forcing me into this lowly state and now here I am like a lost dog preforming tricks hoping he'll pick me right up and love me again. It struck me like a chord as these thoughts shattered my brain. Do I really want to do this to myself? Will I really steep so low just for attention from a guy I hated so much to then admire him with every ounce I got just from this deep feeling of loneliness?