Violets are Red- Yuri X Male reader- DDLC Yuri Fanfiction-Novella

Chapter 19: Tipsy

After my help relieved Yuri in her breakfast mission by obtaining milk I set to assigning myself more jobs. I primed Yuri's induction elements, extracted a loaf from the newly built pantry and grated many blocks of cheese, all by Yuri's instruction. We really were the epitome of a "Ragtag team". Despite having an organised aspect about us we defiantly looked the part, me in Pyjamas and dusted with dirt and flour from the pantry and Yuri with only one sock, the other displaced to another location unknown to me, due to being soaked in apple vinegar. 

Eventually my help was unneeded as Yuri set to cooking, the morning had begun to get colder, possibly because of my heart rate slowing, something that had been accelerated by recent events. With a sense of much needed charity I travelled to my room to retrieve a pair of socks and some proper dress. By the time I had pulled my collar over my head and arrived back down to where I was but a minute before Yuri was serving something on two plates. I didn't even look as I took my routine seat, eager to be served one of her, now famous meals, at least to me.

Yuri had an easier time transporting the two dishes as it was but two plates, her little muscles still tensing under the minimal strain. As barbaric as it is, it was almost adorable in a way. I had my plate served before me before Yuri sat down with hers, next to me. As I stared downwards I was met with a yellowed omelette, filled with capsicum, celery, sweet corn and a few other cheeses and spices. The dish was completed with a slice of toasted ciabatta and a large jug of orange juice. That and its glasses I never saw Yuri place.

Saying my thank you's I proceed to raise a forkful of eggy goodness to my mouth before a hand intercepted my own in a gentle placement upon my knuckles. Slowly I lowered my mouthful. Glancing over Yuri had laid her own hand over mine. "Thank You" she said with a small quaver but strong motive, my pride in my helpfulness swelled. Despite only having collected a few condiments and chopped a handful of produce.

After breakfast we set about the day. Yuri tried the telephone again but to no avail. We talked a lot more and I even got a few unapologetic statements out of her. Afterwards of course she realised and apologised for. Lunch was a tray of sandwiches namely chutney and luncheon, cheese and onion and a lettuce, tomato and mayonnaise combination. This was most certainly a highlight and served as a great catalyst for socialisation when combined with tea and talk. After lunch things dimmed down between us as we gravitated towards our rooms.

Checking the chat again it had jumped from several hundred to over 2000+ messages. From what I could read the snow wasn't proving a problem for anyone and should be over in "a few days btw" according to a text by Monika. Sayori and Monika had been the only ones posting messages and had also been trying to get a hold of Natsuki for some time from the sounds of it. She hadn't posted in a while but I could swear that she's fine. Something else told me otherwise. Other than that it seemed to just be repetitive nonsense between the two active girls. Sayori kept bringing up me and Yuri's visit in the most objectifying way. It would seem that Monika was ignoring her.

After this the day dwindled to a close, dinner was served and we both finally met in the living area afterwards, rather that in front of the TV. With a cup of tea in hand we continued to talk and sip until dusk came, the sky darkened. At several instances I almost asked about the study or scars, the courage for such I could not muster. Eventually it became fully dark outside, the temperature dropped and room became silent besides our quiet chat. Yuri retrieved the bottle of Juice from her fridge after we had finished our tea, so that we could each have something to drink while conversating. 

The bottle was almost empty yet had already poured the remaining half for herself. Assuring me not to worry (despite the fact that it was only juice) she both informed and instructed me to retrieve the second bottle of juice from the fridge. In a rush I gathered a bottle which look sort of similar, next to where the juice was. It was bulbous in size with a red hue, a gold foil top and small inscribed logo, in hind sight that should have been a major red flag.

On my return Yuri popped off the cap before tasting the liquid, in the low light environment I could not see the colour of the drink. Yuri sipped with apprehension before savouring the taste and downing the cup. "You alright there?" I asked comically as Yuri finished her second cup with vicious speed. "Yes I'm-" Yuri took time to cover her mouth with the back of her hand before speaking "I'm fine" she finished in a yawn. Throughout our entire conversation which lasted for two hours Yuri seemed to become less and less focused. At one stage she started giggling uncontrollably to herself, before ascertaining a sense of self control

"So what do you think?" I reiterated my statement for Yuri to hear as she seemed to be becoming very distracted. "I'm... Eh?..." Yuri stared at me, both eyes drooping and mouth slack before giggling inwards, head collapsing into her lap. I took one good look at Yuri and the seventh glass she was drinking before pouring one myself "Be careful, its, its really good" Yuri droned sleepily before laughing unexpectedly. Lapping at my cup it smelt like fermented grapes and barley before the taste of strong alcohol flooded by mouth. 

-Wine.

I knew it the second it spilt over my lips. As the wine dripped down into my stomach a warm feeling engulfed my throat. Seconds later, the façade of warmth faded, it was strong. "Yuri how much of this did you drink?" I asked her and yet so myself, the large bottle easily more than two litres, about one third full. "I don't-I don't know" Yuri whispered dreamily before seemingly face palming, laughing as she did so. "You know this is wine right?" I asked, slightly concerned but rather amused. "Yeah hi, oh it's my, he-he, it's, it's wine." Yuri clearly very drunk, clumsily fondled the bottle, failing entirely to make coherent speech and failing further to keep a straight face.

"Yuri tell me, are you drunk?" I asked. I knew it was an odd question to ask an undoubtable intoxicated person. But to be honest I almost liked seeing her like this, in a strange, apathetic sort of way. "No, I'm not-" was as far as she got before erupting into another laugh, apologising and then giggling yet again, a sweet sound which I never tired of hearing, though I knew the mind behind it was not as coherent with its origins as it should have been. Something genuinely precious, jumbled at best with but one familiar trait. Always adorable.