Now, before you all come for me, do I, Hagakure Sorahiko, accept that I am an idiot and deserve to be smacked around for the foreseeable future? Is this entire thing my fault? Yes, will I own up to it? Yes, but will I share the blame alone? Hell no. Hoshino Sakura, stand before the jury with me. We should both be considered guilty. Guilty of what? The crime of absolute stupidity.
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"Lilac actually"
The tired-looking one seems to be choking. Like a cat on a hairball…oh no wait…that's laughter, he's laughing. Yikes. He must not do that very often, that looks painful. Wait a minute!…
"Speak clearly satan" I will not show fear before the devil. I might not be religious but I am drunk! My brain isn't working right and that itself is a superpower. The Tired One is choking…sorry…laughing again. He should stop doing that, there's nothing in this world that should warrant such a painful-looking action.
"I said, my eyes aren't pink". The devil says smiling lightly, it's a weird smile. His eyes curve closed and his mouth lifts lightly at the edges. It's a clear imitation of a smile, not an actual smile. Scary bastard. "They're lilac-colored, and I'm not the devil", he adds.
"Lilac looks like pink so it definitely is pink", the bastard thinks he can confuse me, I'm drunk, not stupid. Heh. I lean closer to assess his looks properly, he's really freaking pretty. The hell?!. I must not be cowed, I am correct! "Maybe you really aren't the devil, I mean even pretty faces like that must be common down there", I lean closer, " You're definitely some demon's henchman, aren't ya?".
There's a moment of silence and I have to wonder if there is a kind of punishment for outing a demon. Yikes!. The Tired One is choking again, it really is sad to listen to. I find myself worrying about his health.
"Henchman?" He pronounces the world slowly. Leaning this close to him, I can see him rolling the word in his mouth like he's tasting it. He must not quite like the taste because his eye-smile deepens. Scary. Very scary. Yikes. "I am not in any way related to anything hellish", he says again, eyes open, staring deep into my soul. Yup. I'm not giving in.
"Your eyes are purple, yes, I hear you", I think the Tired One just died. He makes this sad choking noise and slumps forward. The devil…sorry demon…pardon me, henchman's smile disappears and suddenly, I'm weightless.
When my head stops ringing and the room stops spinning, I realize the henchman has pulled me into his lap. Leaning in close like this, I can see his face in clear detail. Even with the dim lights in the room, I can tell his hair is a deep brown, not black but brown. Brown like fresh natural honey. His nose bridge is incredibly straight, I'm aware it's a weird thing to notice but hasn't he even had a broken nose before? And his eyes! They're so bright, a very pretty light purple…lilac he called it…he's beautiful. It's unnerving. Why the hell am I on his lap?
"Not purple, lilac", he says, or rather, whispers right in my face. "And I have nothing to do with hell" he adds, right as I open my mouth to…I don't know…to say something I guess. Then he smiles again, yes, exactly what you're thinking, that same fakeass eye-smile. "My name is Aronohai Miyamura, and you are...?".
Now you see, if I were in the right state of mind, if I wasn't drunk as hell, if I had just splashed water on my face in the fucking restroom, I would've never been in this situation. I would never have entered the wrong room, talk less of landing myself in a situation where I'm sitting in Aronohai Miyamura's lap about to introduce myself while counting the non-existent pores on his face.
"I'm Sora", I might have giggled when I said that. Please I am drunk, my sense of danger is broken. I refuse to be judged for this. Wow, the Tired One seems to have just revived himself.
"Just Sora?", he asks. He can say my name anytime. His voice has a nice lilt to it, and it makes something in my stomach squirm. Or that might just be the alcohol in my system threatening to escape by a not-so-conventional means. Depends on what you think though.
"My friends call me Sora", I whisper right back.
"I take it that means we're friends then?", Is that smile supposed to be charming or threatening?
"Of course not, I don't know you", I lift myself from his lap…there were muscles under my ass, actual muscled thighs! I could feel them!!…" So don't try calling me anything, Pinky".
Is it possible for a person to die twice? The Tired One seems to have died again, after making a sound that sounds like a cross between a cat coughing up a hairball and a husky crying. It was incredibly painful to witness. I'm not giving him CPR. I'm not going anywhere near that. Ew.
"Something funny Eiji?", He sounds pissed.
"Not exactly, define funny again will you?" Says The Tired One Eiji, while still choking laughing. It's the first time I've heard him speak all night. Pinky's smile completely drops, the air around him changes, and it sharpens. Yup, it's time to bail this joint. I start tiptoeing backwards. I'm not getting killed by this dude just cause he thinks he can't pull off pink.
"You, omega!" He smiles at me, and I stop moving. It's not a smile really, it's more the face that a carnivore would make at an herbivore before pouncing, a flash of teeth that signifies who is the predator and who is prey. I'm not the predator. I'm scared! I'm scared!!. "Hasn't anyone taught you how to speak in the presence of your betters?" The twist of his mouth is quite cruel. A flash of wickedness against such a beautiful face. Scary.
"Being a dominant alpha doesn't make you better Miyamura". Tired Eiji retorts, "Besides, you're scaring him", he says while glancing at me, I would look at him but I can't afford to take my eyes off the predator facing me.
"What, didn't he know I was dominant before he wandered in here?" I'd have to be incapable of hearing to miss the emphasis he put on 'wandered'. Does he think I came here intentionally?! Yes, he does, he really does.
Holy shit! He's a dominant alpha!! This is bad! Very bad! Abort mission! Abort! Abort! Disappear!. Is it too late for omegas to evolve again? I mean I could exchange my womb for some sort of disappearing power right now. Priorities, am I right?.
The tense air disappears as Pinky curves his eyes and mouth into that particular smile again. It feels like I can breathe again. "Well I'm not trying to scare him, if he feels so frightened, he can sign this", he picks up a sheet of paper and a pen from the briefcase lying on the floor beside him.
"What the hell Miyamura?" Eiji hisses. Sounding like an aggrieved tabby.
Pinky motions for me to come closer. I oblige, my eyes never leaving his, "I'm aware of how scary I might seem to you, this document is basically like a restraining order" he grabs me by the arm, faster than I can flinch. I gulp. He gently curls open my palm and drops the pen inside, "If you sign here, you'll never have to see me again".
Like hell I'd believe this shit, does he think i'm some kind of idiot. That's a demeaning stereotype, not all omegas are idiots. I hate when alphas do…
"If you sign here, you get ____ amount for all the damages whether physical or mental caused by me today"
I must have blacked out, because when I came to, I was at the door of my private room.