Intoxicating Love

Persuasion

Y/n's p.o.v

"You want me to go to a cafe this late at night?" I questioned. I couldn't believe what he was asking of me. It made me extremely skeptical and nervous and I kept studying him. What could he need so bad from there that it couldn't wait until morning?

"You have to trust me," Ayato said. It reminded me more of begging though. "Somebody will be there." 

I helped him to lay back down on the couch so he could rest. He winced and hissed in pain, but complied without arguement. "Just ask for Touka and mention me and what you know of that happened."

"But how will they know I'm not making something up? What will make them believe me?"

He smirked and ruffled my hair lethargically. He tried to act strong and energetic, but his movements and his eyes betrayed him and showed how he was truly feeling."You're a smart girl. You'll figure something out."

"Ok," I replied with hesitance. "But how am I supposed to even get there?"

"Do you know where it is?"

"Yes, I've been there before, but I have no form of transportation and it's too far to walk, especially at this time of night."

"Take a taxi," he replied like it was the easiest, most obvious thing in the world. Then he shifted some to get comfortable and almost whimpered. I bent over him to try and aid him, but he held up his hand and said, "Or an Uber."

"Do you realize how dangerous that could be for me? I have no way to defend myself! And there's ghouls out there that would love to eat me, or men that want to torture me," I said. Some of it was a lie or a stretch, but not all of it.

"Now you're just being a worry wart," he said, glaring some. "Look, Y/n, you have to trust me. And if you're truly so worried, give me your hand."

I hesitated, then held out my hand. He grasped it, then placed something in my palm.

I now held the hilt of a well-made dagger. I shrieked and dropped it and it clattered to the ground. When did he get this? I went through his pockets!

"Calm down!" Ayato snapped. He was impatient now and the effort seemed to hurt him, but he rolled off the couch to kneel beside the knife.

"You're crazy!" I said. "Where did you get that anyway?"

He sighed. "Maybe I am. And where I got it doesn't matter. Do you have any boots?"

"I do."

"Put those on. You're worried for your safety, and that's what the knife is for. We'll stash it there."

I didn't want to take the dagger, since I truly did have something that I didn't want him to know about in case things went south. But I groaned and started walking towards the stairs anyway. "Ok, fine. I'll be right back."

I now sat in a taxi with my purse in my lap and a knife tucked into each boot. One was the one Ayato gave me, and the other one was from my caregivers.  The daggers were there more to comfort me and I really didn't want to use them unless absolutely necessary. I sat in the back of this kind of sketchy taxi, stiff as a board and very uncomfortable. I just couldn't relax and the thoughts zooming through my head didn't help.

What was Touka to Ayato? Why go to her? What will she give me to help him? 

"Miss," the driver said.

I jumped in my seat. "Yes?" I questioned. My voice came out weak and quiet.

"You do know Anteiku is closed, right?"

"I'm aware," I replied. This time, my voice was steadier and stronger.

"Then if you don't mind me asking, what do you need there at this time of night?"

I froze for a moment. I didn't know what to say. "I... Um..." I stumbled over my words, then I figured something out. "I have a friend that lives there and she's having a... Uh..." I lost my train of thought for a moment, but then something came to me so I could complete it. "She's going through a lot of teenage drama right now. And I'm going to help her with it. I'm sure you understand," I finally finished.

I glimpsed something out of the corner of my eye like a dark figure running on the roofs. I searched them for more signs of the mysterious figure with no luck.

"Yes, I do, little Missy. I understand," the driver said with a nod. "But where are your parents?"

"I'm nineteen," I replied simply. I didn't even look at him when I said it, or look ahead again after that. He 'oh'ed in response, but I didn't care. I just stared out the window, sometimes listlessly as the buildings past me by.

Ayato's p.o.v

As soon as Y/n left the house, I grabbed my jacket and searched through my pockets. She did go through my them, but put everything back in their place. My mask was gone and I vaguely remember seeing her and then throwing it off when I stumbled out of the alleyway. It would have been too obvious what I was if I left it on.

I started searching through the kitchen drawers and cabinets to find anything I could fashion a new, temporary mask out of.

I found a pair of scissors, some markers, glue, and a paper plate and felt like a kindergartner as I cut, colored, and glued things together.

When I finished, I used a piece of string that I found and poked holes in the side of my mask. Then I stuck the string through and tied a knot to loosen and tighten the mask. Then I put it on and slipped into my jacket with a grimace and a groan.

Finally, I furtively went out the door to follow Y/n. I would defend her the best I could, even if that meant dying. Well, maybe. Living is sometimes pretty nice too. But, in any case, whatever happens, happens, and I'll do what I can for her.

A/n: Here is the first of my Friday updates! I may post another tonight, but I'm not sure yet. And once I write enough chapters that this story will qualify, I will enter it into the Wattys. Because why not? It's worth a shot at least. 

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