Nitsu No Sekai

Chapter 7: Mitsuko's Chance, Part Two.

Later on in the evening. "Yay! I finally did it! I mean, that was surprisingly easy." Mitsuko changed her attitude, trying to act more "sophisticated" and mature. Mitsuko finally opened the right door, knowing Fellusaifu's advice helped. Hideaki chuckled, wondering why the white haired girl was acting so weird. "Please, you go first." Mitsuko offered, holding the door open for Hideaki. The orange haired kid felt like he was going to burst out in laughter, not knowing what to say to Mitsuko's pokerface and straight posture. To be honest though, it was strange for Hideaki not to see the golden eyed girl jumping up and down with excitement or skipping everywhere, it also kind of worried him. Hideaki walked through the door with a smile on his face, still finding it amusing that Mitsuko was acting like the gentleman instead of him. The restaurant type of room was crazy. It had dark stained wood floors, leather seats, glasses stacked into cupboards, a marble counter, and the scent of lacquered wood. The room seemed so dark, only having orange-y colored lights to brighten it up. "Woah..." Hideaki mused, having his breathe taken away as he looked around. The orange haired boy was awestruck, not believing they had this whole place to themselves. "Geez, Mitsuko... Good job." He complimented, actually impressed by his white haired partner. "Yeah, I tried at the very least." Mitsuko said with a shrug, acting like she could care less or that it wasn't impressive whatsoever. Hideaki shot her a weirded out look, knowing for sure now that something was going on. Mitsuko shifted her eyes, feeling Hideaki's gaze pierce through her hidden emotions. The white haired girl just wanted to jump around, give Hideaki lots of hugs, and be her normal self. But, to her at least, she thought she had to act like Yuuki and Marilyn in a way... Cool and chill. "Mitsuko? Is everything okay?" Hideaki asked, still staring at the golden eyed girl. "Yes! You're here with me! I love how this place looks! And I did a great job opening that door! Kudos to me for doing something as awesome as that! Woo-hoo! Ooh ooh! Let's start eating already!" Is all the things Mitsuko wanted to say, but only for Marilyn's words to block her own voice. "Be calm and assertive, make sure they are okay with your plans, and if not... Change them to their likings but also yours, because if you're not having fun, they're probably feeling uncomfortable. And Mitsuko, DON'T freak out and start getting all huggy and touchy." An imaginary Marilyn would repeat inside Mitsuko's head, practically restraining her. "Mitsuko, you haven't answered my question. Are you feeling alright?" Hideaki asked again, closer to the white haired girl this time. "Huh? Oh! Yeah! I'm fine, just, you know, hangin' out with you." Mitsuko answered with another "I don't care" kind of attitude. As those words came out of her mouth, she avoided eye contact and stared to the side, paying no attention to Hideaki. The orange haired boy was practically so close she could smell the scent of his deodorant, or well, what was left of it. The fight was a bit gruesome for him and it made him sweat and bleed quite a lot. But his smell of deodorant still lingered on him like Velcro. "Yeah, okay." Hideaki tried to hold back a chuckle, starting to figure out why the white haired girl was acting so weird. If he had to guess, the golden eyed girl was being "cool", trying to impress Hideaki. This strategy has many flaws though. The lack of caring and boredom made it seem impolite and controversial, leading to one to find themselves not liking the person acting like this. "You just be chillin'?" Hideaki asked as a joke, trying to see if Mitsuko was really playing that card. "You could say that." Mitsuko responded as she took a seat at the grey and black counter. She could feel how cushioned the bar stools were, it felt like she was sitting on a leathered cloud. "Cool, cool. What are you getting?" Hideaki asked, playing along with Mitsuko's act before he started trying to break that IDC attitude and look of hers. "Oh, I'll get a drink of Sake." Mitsuko stated, once again, suppressing her emotions to make a good impression. Hideaki's eyebrows raised, his eyes ever so widening at the words that came from Mitsuko's mouth. "Sake? Mitsuko, you're not old enough to drink." Hideaki told his white haired partner, wondering what she was thinking. "I'll be fine, it's not my first time having alcohol." Mitsuko stated. Every single bit of that sentence was a lie. Mitsuko barely even knew what alcohol looked like and she did not want to drink it. Her mother always reeked of the smell of alcohol and blood, it smelled like urine and skunks. "Is it yours?" She curiously asked. Hideaki didn't want to answer that, he used to drink with Mizun... Each taking shots... And always ending up watching some cheesy movie or a kids show. Aiko, of course, would always get pissed off at him, hating how he would do such things with Mizun... And not with her. The blonde haired girl thought that would be the best way to get closer to Hideaki without him even knowing. She wouldn't drink of course, she would just let Hideaki, so the orange haired boy was open and vulnerable. Most of the time though, Hideaki drank to get rid of traumatizing flashbacks of his parents and sister dying. Over all, Hideaki had only probably drank nine times in his whole life. "Here, I'll serve you up." Mitsuko offered as she spotted a bottle of Sake in a barrel of ice. "Umm, how about, no." Hideaki declined, not wanting to partake in having alcohol ever again. Mitsuko was about to argue before remembering another thing Marilyn said. "DON'T, FORCE, THINGS." The black haired man firmly ordered Mitsuko. "Suit yourself." The white haired girl sighed as she casually walked over to the ice barrel, picked up the Sake, looked at the label, then brought it back to the counter. Hideaki's eyes widened even more then before, awestruck that Mitsuko had the capability of not complaining about things like this anymore. "Well, all that told me, is that I want my old Mitsuko back... No matter what." Hideaki thought as he grabbed the Sake bottle and poured Mitsuko a drink. The white haired girl looked down at her pre-laid glass cup, then back up at Hideaki. It looked like water, pure, distilled water. The clear, dull look of it was very trusting, like it couldn't do anything wrong to her or her body, yetz she had a feeling it might. Hideaki had poured an absurd amount, filling the cup to the brim with Sake. "Eh? That's a lot, isn't it?" She asked, unsure if she should have that certain amount. "That much? Mitsuko, I thought you were cool and chill..." Hideaki sighed, pretending to be disappointed. He could see it in Mitsuko's eyes, all the desperation for his love and acceptance, he didn't know why exactly he could see it, but it was there, and that was for sure. "Well, that's a sha-" "Done!" Hideaki was saying till he got interrupted by the white haired girl and the sound of a glass cup hitting the counter. Hideaki's eyes went from the cup, up to the serious faced Mitsuko, then down to the cup again. It was gone, the Sake was was gulped down like it was from the fountain of youth. "Wow... You drank it all..." The orange haired kid mused, looking down at the already empty cup. "And, here you go." Mitsuko stated as she grabbed the Sake bottle from Hideaki's hands and poured him a decently bigger amount into his pre-laid glass. "Mitsuko, I said I was-" "Ala? I thought you were cool and chill?" Mitsuko used Hideaki's own line against him. Hideaki couldn't fight back, he had to partake of a little alcohol if he was going to get his cheerful Fairy partner back. If he didn't, that meant he was stating defeat, but at the same time, giving into peer pressure and losing. "Okay, you got me." Hideaki agreed as he started to take small sips of his drink while pouring Mitsuko another shot. "You drank that first glass pretty fast, I bet you can't do it even faster." Hideaki taunted, basically setting up a trap for Mitsuko to prance into. He wanted the white haired girl to loosen up. He thought if Mitsuko could be more relaxed and less focussed at the task at hand, she would be able go back to being her silly, crazy self. "Huh? Of course I can drink more! I mean, I could try." Mitsuko stated before she drank the whole glass of Sake in no time at all. The liquids slathered down her throat like poison. It was painful and felt like liquidized fire was being forced down her throat. It's acidic taste and texture made Mitsuko's tongue burn and her throat itch. Mitsuko hated it. It was the worst. "Pretty impressive, but..." Hideaki was saying till he lightning fast drank the rest of his glass, beating Mitsuko by a long shot. "I wanna die! Ack! I can't take Sake!" Hideaki thought, hating the taste of any kind of alcohol. "O-Oh yeah?" Mitsuko nervously stuttered, not knowing if she could beat Hideaki in drinking faster. "Here... Three glasses, just for you." Hideaki guaranteed with a "you can do it" smile. The white haired girl gulped, not used to having so much Sake in her system. She wanted to impress Hideaki, but at what cost? The cost of maybe her terrible first hangover and morning sickness? Without second guessing herself Mitsuko impulsively any quickly drank all of the shots... And fell to the ground, only to shoot back up. The white haired girl blinked a couple times, trying to process what just happened. She felt in the short amount of time she had consumed all that Sake, her mind was turning to jelly, melting into a goopy mess if compressed consciences and bursting emotion, like a rainbow flare of thoughts and opinions. Suddenly, Marilyn's words started to fade and twist, like a drunk cartoon. "Mitsuko, listen, the cheeseburger ran across the field with a monkey named Joshua, who, coincidentally, is related to Ferdinand the Pelican with the machine gun." Imaginary Marilyn dizzily stated, seeming to be wasted too. "PELICAN WITH THE MACHINE GUN!" Mitsuko yelled at the top of her lungs, feeling lightheaded and just a tiny, little, incy wincy bit, by the smallest amount... drunk. The clear liquid looking substance had tricked her. The Sake looked so innocent and healthy, yet it broke her Mitsuko's trust and deceived her with it's trickery and watery looks. "Woah, Mitsuko... I think we have to be done with the drinks... Me at the very least." Hideaki told his half drunk partner. The orange haired boy didn't want to end up like that. Even if they were both drunk, Hideaki would rather prefer to have control over his mind and bowels more than to join Mitsuko and get slushed up brain. "Just a little more?" Mitsuko asked, holding the cup of Sake up to the orange haired kid's face. The smell singed his nose hairs with the abrupt, thick, sharp stink of Sake. "I refuse." Hideaki stated, nudging the beverage away from his personal space. "Not a lot, I promise!" The white haired girl insisted, putting the cup back up to Hideaki's face. "I'm starting to lose it, I can't take Hide refusing stuff I want him to have or do." Mitsuko thought as she grunted. "Pelican with the machine gun." Imaginary Marilyn said again. "PELICAN WITH THE MACHINE GUN!" Mitsuko repeated, screaming at the air like a complete and utter insane person. "She's getting drunker by the second." Hideaki thought, pushing the Sake out of his face again. "Come on, please please please please please please." Mitsuko went on, her cheeks red from the alcohol. "Just drink the damn Sake!" Mitsuko yelled as she tackled the orange haired boy to the ground, trying to get him to drink. "Tch! I regret my choices!" Hideaki thought with frustration towards himself. He couldn't get mad at Mitsuko, she's only acting like an insane person because of him. "Mitsuko! Please get off me!" Hideaki asked as he jumped up with Mitsuko still having a hold of him. "Come on! The drunk side is so much fun!" The white haired girl tried to persuade Hideaki, trying to put the drink into his mouth, only to get held back by the orange haired male's hand. "Please!" Mitsuko begged, the side of her face smooshed against Hideaki's palm. "No! I don't want to get drunk, especially with you..." Hideaki worriedly stated as Mitsuko started whining. "Please please please please please please!" Mitsuko quickly repeated, desperate to get her partner drunk. "I promise I won't do anything! Like pry secrets from you... Maybe." Mitsuko offered, not very assuringly. "No, I'm weird when I'm drunk." The orange haired kid admitted, shoving Mitsuko's face farther away. "Well, I've only been drunk seven times... Once on cough medicine." Hideaki thought as the memory of him with a nasty cold appeared in his mind. "I'm always weird! Who cares!?" Mitsuko tried persuading him again as she bit Hideaki's hand. "Ow! You bit me!" Hideaki exclaimed, looking down at his surprisingly bloody hand. The orange haired boy was confused, it looked like a hound bit him more than a human did. Red liquids seeped out of the open skin and onto the ground. Hideaki slowly looked up at Mitsuko, who looked mortified. She was even paler than usual, and her eyes looked guilty and traumatized. The white haired girl absolutely did not want to hurt Hideaki, especially the way she did. "S-Sake?" Mitsuko asked again, still not getting the message. "If you promise never to bite me again." Hideaki offered, grabbing the Sake from Mitsuko's hand. "I promise..." Mitsuko half lied as she raised her right hand and crossed two fingers on her left, hiding it behind her back. She couldn't stop biting Hideaki, she loved doing too much, it's also another reason why she liked eating so much. Biting was pretty much an addiction to her, like it was a part of her DNA and biological inheritance. "Mitsuko, I'm sorry if I say anything stupid or insanely weird." The orange haired minor warned Mitsuko, shuddering at the fact he was like Mitsuko when he was drunk. "The only people who have seen me drunk are two classmates and Aiko..." Hideaki thought with another shiver. "Come on, I wanna see you when your drunk!" Mitsuko huffed. "I'm gonna regret this." Hideaki thought as he started drinking the alcohol. The orange haired kid drank enough to make anyone drunk, especially someone like himself. Mitsuko stared at him for a minute, wondering when he was going to say something. Hideaki just stood there though, unmoving and unmotivated.

"Well, this was a-" "M-I-T-S-U-K-O spells Mitsuko!" Hideaki yelled as he drank some more Sake. "Ooh! H-I-D-E spells Hide!" The white haired girl yelled back. "Wow, I forgot how smart you were, Mitsuko, you're awesome!" Hideaki complimented with a hiccup. The golden eyed girl squeaked with excitement as Hideaki pat her head. "And you're really pretty too, your hair is super long and messy, but in a cute way, you know what I mean?" Hideaki asked, clearly drunk now. Mitsuko didn't even reply, she was too stricken and delighted with her partner's compliments. "And you like to read, not a lot of people like to read, I mean Aiko likes to read but she's all strict and bossy." The orange haired boy stated, Mitsuko absorbing every word he said. "Anything else? PELICAN WITH A MACHINE GUN!" Mitsuko absurdly yelled out again. Even though Mitsuko got drunk really easily, it wore off in no time, mostly because of her weird body and the weird perks it had. "Ya see, the reason I like you is because you're playful, a reader, very smart, cute, unique, and very entertaining..." Hideaki named off, making the white haired girl turn completely red. "Then again, you're also immature, lazy, incompetent, clingy, a cry baby, fragile, bad karma, a trouble maker, mysterious, deceiving, a Fairy Princess, embarrassing, distracting, and a lot more." The drunk teenager finally finished off his list. "Wh-What? I'm not... I'm not..." Mitsuko tried to argue before crying like a child. "Say... I have a lot more imperfections than you do. I mean, I'm not attractive, I'm an introvert who spends most of his time reading and trying to run a dead end book store. Everyone is jealous of me because I have someone like you, a perfect, sweet, pretty... Girlfriend." The drunk minor hiccupped. "What did you just say!?" Mitsuko yelped, awestruck that Hideaki would ever say something like that. "Eh? Are we not? I mean, I think you're gorgeous, smart, and the opposite of me, and you know what they say, opposite magnets attract!" Hideaki laughed as he stumbled to the ground. "If you don't want to, you don't have to. I'll just get really lonely without someone at the house with me... Before, I almost killed myself out of depression and loneliness!" The orange haired kid chuckled, remembering when Aiko started living with him. "You... Want... Me to live with you?" Mitsuko asked with a hiccup. "Huh? Of course I do, you can be a real pain in the ass sometimes... But then again, you're Titania! The Fairy Princess!" Hideaki dramatically exclaimed. "I think I'm misunderstanding, I can stay with you?" Mitsuko asked again, getting her hopes up. Hideaki fell asleep for a second and smacked his head against the bar, trying to wake up. "I said yeah, didn't I? You can stay in Aiko's room, then you can stay in the guest room when she gets back." The drunk minor offered, trying to stand up. "I'm gonna head to... Uh... Be-" Hideaki was saying before he blacked out. Mitsuko yelped with joy as she pranced around the room. "I get to live with Hide! I get to live with Hide! I get to live with Hide!" The white haired girl sung, continuing to celebrate. "Ala? You out already, Hide?" Mitsuko looked down and kicked the orange haired male's leg. "More for me." She said with a shrug, drinking more Sake. The golden eyed girl looked down at Hideaki again, smiling at the passed out boy. "I love you, Satou Hideaki." Mitsuko giggled as she lied next to him. "Love... You... Too..." Hideaki mumbled in his sleep.