CHAPTER 6: Currently at a lOvE hOtEl

"Huff, huff, huff..." Yuki panted, Rey look around, looks like no one decided to chase onto them, great.

"T-thank you." Yuki smiled, still trying to catch her breath from all that running.

"Told you that the location isn't the greatest." Rey spoke. "Next time we should head to a café or something. If you are hurt, I don't know what I could excuse to the higher ranks."

"B-but you are injured!" She suddenly realised the cut on his face. "That is fine." He touch the wound with his fingers. It is a little wet, through the moonlight he could see the red substances stained on his finger tip, looks like it is bleeding.

"Let me check it for you." She suggested." I can mind it myself." He waved his hand. "J-just let me see!" She reach her hand and grabbed his collar, forcefully pulling his face towards her.

"Be quick, it is getting late." Rey couldn't hold her request and decided to just go along with his.

He bowed his body, lowering his head slightly for her to take a close look on the side of his face, where the wound is. He could feel her soft breath on his cheek, warm and a little tickling.

"You done?" He ask out, but then, he felt a weird sensation on the cut.

"What." It felt like a worm, a wet squirming worm, squiggling on his wound.

"The." He immediately turn his head towards her, just to see her mouth slightly open, her tongue dangling out, red, with his blood.

"Fuck" He stare at Yuki, that moment, thousands of self-questionings filled his mind.

The hell is going on right now?

"Your blood taste nice~" She smiled; her eyes close into a slit. Her cheeks were red, her body wobbled unsteadily as she breathed heavily.

"You are..." He lean closer for better inspection. "Drunk?" "I am not!" She shook her head like a little child, speaking things that drunk people often spoke. "I-I am not, drunk. Not-not at all."

Before she could finish mumbling, she fell to the ground. Rey tried to search for the source, only to realize he was drenched in alcohol from all those fights.

"Just drunk from a mere sniff?" Rey stare at her in disbelief. "Just how shallow is your drinking level?"

"I am not drunk! Give me more, give me more..."

Yuki shouted as she rolled on the fluffy bed like a bratty nine-year old. "Ha, wiggly pudding..." She play around the lubrication cube with her hand, poking it with her fingers before laughing out.

"Why am I here in the first place?" Rey stare at the reflection of himself in the gigantic mirror wall of the love hotel.

He needed a depression chair, not a gigantic mirror to reflect his fucked up situation even more.

"Plot convenience?" He couldn't believe someone as pure and as discipline as him would step in such sinful and disgusting lust filled land, but it doesn't seem like he had a choice, though.

After searching her bag, he found only a bunch of keys, a phone that he couldn't unlock as well as a purse. Nothing that suggests the address of her home, so he is forced to dump her at a local accommodation.

And since they are still near the redlight district, so the main choices are all love hotels. He couldn't carry her around for too long, since it would only make her symptoms even worse, because he currently is like a walking, sentient, breathing living alcoholic machine.

"Beer, whiskey, wine, cola...." She continue to sing a lullaby she just made up herself, waving the condom balloons he'd just blown in the air like a flag.

"Drink it up, drink it up..." She continue her actions as Rey took a wet towel from the washroom and damp it on her body. "Don't, touch me!" She pushed his hand away, pestering his good deeds.

"I feel hot, really, really hot..."

Due to the alcohol, her body temperature shoots up faster than Musk's fancy self colliding rockets. She began to took off her jacket, luckily Rey manage to stop all these nonsenses by tying her on the bed with some addition towels.

Simple, rough, but amazingly effective. Then, he continue to focus on his one and only goddamn job: trying to cool her off.

"Damn, alcohol is a bitch." As Rey finish cleaning her radish like small short legs, he proceed to work up and on her chest.

And that's when the dirty though of last night make a comeback once again. He could hear the two voices, arguing in his mind. One out of curiosity, and one out of his sanity.

"Yuki is asleep, just take a peek!"

"No, that's not right. We couldn't take advantage on a helpless girl like her."

"We are not doing anything wrong; we are just making sure."

"But we are still doing it without her permission. Remember the teaching and rules of an SA?"

"It is not like we are going to do anything. Just a little peek, it won't do any harm..."

"It won't do any harm..." In the end, curiosity took the spot. He slowly reach his hand out towards Yuki's shirt collar and began pulling it down.

She isn't even wearing anything beneath the jacket, no bras? What is this, erotic or a trend, or just she didn't need one? As he pulls, his heartbeat race faster than ever.

He could feel heat gaining on his cheek, something he hadn't feel for quite some time. Blook gushing through the veins and up his head, his heart thumping like a drum, his ears humming as if it was swarmed by bees. When it was about to reach that spot, with sudden determination, he pull it down hard.

She let out a soft grunt before falling back to sleep, while Rey's eyes widen is disbelief, his mind goes blank.

"T-the scar…"

He stammered, reaching her hand out and poke the canine jaw shaped brown scar encircling her chest. Out of reflex, she let out a soft groan, he immediately pull his finger back, as if he was electrocuted.

"I-if he really had the scar, t-then!" he reach for the zip behind her and pull it down, taking off the jacket completely. He couldn't believe his eyes, he could've died right on the spot, he will and he would.

"R-Ryuki?"

He gasped those words out of his breath. With trembling hands, he grab onto her hair and closed his eyes, praying for every single religious god he'd knew.

He ripped the wig off her head.