#drunkgeisha

(WTH KAREN HAHAAH)

❤ male: Hua Ze Lei❤ female: Dao Ming Zhuang✖ least favorite: Ye Sha❤ couple: Dao Ming Si & Shan Cai✔ who resembles me: They say Shan Cai….❤ most attractive: Mei Zuo❤ three more characters that i like: Xiao Yu, He Yuan Zi and the grandma (I am so sorry IDK her Taiwanese name)

Waking up from a deep sleep, Kojiro sat up from the bed with only his briefs on. He wore his navy-blue bathrobe without even tying the ribbons then walked towards the bathroom, turned the knob and--

"Fuck, it's locked." He calmed himself so as to not spout curses on the hotel, thinking that it was a well-known 5-star one and such. He continued twisting the tight knob, his fingers gripping the metal. There were clinking sounds mixed with the "ngghs" in the back of his throat as he pressed his lips firmly, and he continued, now pulling the knob up and down, the metal sound and the "ngghing" and "ahh-ing" from aggravation, kicking the door with his barefeet, making banging noises and--

He didn't notice the person who went inside the room, and the guy asked, "...Stanfield?" It was a co-model. "What are you doing with the door?"

Kojiro faced the other model with that very much pushed smile, his other eye twitching. "I'M FUCKIN' SEXING THE DOORKNOB, YOU KNOW." He said through gritted teeth, and continued with the process.

"...I didn't know you have that kind of--"

"FUCK IT!" He shouted after releasing the knob. The friction made hurt the palms of his hands. His shoulders slumped, then he looked over his shoulder with that rehearsed grin and said, "Can you just get the fucking key?"

The other knew this kind of moody-Kojiro, so he went out of the room with a sigh as he scratched the back of his head.

-

i.

She sees him fetching his brother after school, with that soft smile on his face. He will carry his brother on his back, asking him on how the younger one did at school.

By that time, Sakura knew how much Sasuke's brother loved him.

ii.

She starts liking--and loving Sasuke.

When she knew how much Sasuke hates his brother, she felt sad while questions swarm in her head: why did his brother do such a thing if he loved his brother?

More questions about the older Uchiha bothered her, but she doesn't dare ask a single question to the younger one.

She didn't know that she's starting to have feelings for the older one, too. Feelings that go along with curiosity.

iii.

Sasuke leaves Konoha because of his hatred, and she blames him for that.

The feelings that she felt turned into... hatred? No. It's...

Sadness.

iv.

When she sees him one day, far from Konoha, just she and the older Uchiha, she floods him with the questions she has been harboring ever since.

"Why did you do that?" She questions him with that shout, her hands balled into fists. "Didn't you love your brother?"

He doesn't answer back, and instead, he stares at her with his gleaming, red eyes.

She thinks about Sharingan and its powers, so she turns her eyes on the ground and leaps a few more feet before him.

When she raised her head, he's gone.

v.

She dreams of the first day she saw him--that same smile he wore when he fetched his brother, that gentle aura glowing around him.

The only questions that surrounded her head are questions of "why", and nothing more.

vi.

She sees him again. Her heart starts to swell.

He smiles at her, and before she can start her inquiry, he disappeared. Immediately.

vii.

The next day, she knew he died in the hands of his very brother.

She thinks about Sasuke coming back to Konoha after that, and she felt a temporary happiness.

She walks home, repeating in her head the questions she never managed to clear.

The sadness when Sasuke left still resides in her.

viii.

She dreams about the time he smiled at her.

Her chest feels heavy, and she sits up from the bed, thinking of the same questions.

ix.

She asks herself why she wanted to see someone who's already dead.

She answers herself with, "Because I want to know."

x.

She asks herself again after Sasuke finally comes back to Konoha.

She answers herself, for the last time, "Because I want to see that gentle smile again."

Grell stared in front of the mirror, his thick, long, red hair resting on his right shoulder.

He took the scissors from the drawer, slid his index and middle fingers in the right hole and his thumb in the left, then hovered it on his sleek, crimson colored hair.

They said that in order to move on or if you want to change, you have to cut your hair. He remembered some of his glimpses through the cinematic records of those ladies and women who did the same thing.

He took a strand, yes, a single strand in the tips of his left index and thumb fingers, and cut it. With that as a start, the strand became strands, from thin to thick portions, until everything was done.

He stood up and shoved the thin red fibers from his shoulders and arms, and left the room with the most of his red hair lying on the floor.

-

He went outside, and the first person he saw was him.

He felt those usual urges within him whenever he saw William, but no, he decided to stop being a person like that, and his short hair is the proof.

William eyed him with that similar face--cold eyes, the frown, everything.

Grell passed by him, but he paused when William said, "You cut your hair, Mr. Sutcliff."

"Ah," there was a slur in his tone. He didn't know how to respond back, so he simply answered him the way he always did--support his weight with one of his feet, a wrist on his waist, that hand pose with his pinky and index fingers stuck out in front of his face. "Hn, hn~ This is better than the long hair. Ne, Will~?"

William fixed the middle part of his eyeglasses, then said, "Hair length does not matter in carrying out a job. What's important is the glasses." Then he started walking away from him.

Hearing that, Grell's eyes fell on the ground.

Maybe I should dye my hair, too.

Namie Yagiri peeked up from her book to say something at Izaya. But whatever she wanted to say was forgotten when she saw Izaya brushing the Dulhallan's hair.

She raised a brow as she observed the tresses of Celty's hair, and how the locks got untangled with every stroke of Izaya's brush.

"Say, Namie," Izaya noticed the stare of the green-clothed woman, and smiled, "Her hair's really smooth, no? And it smells..." he snuffled its hair, "...great~"

She let out a small 'huh', then resumed on her book.

After a few seconds, she already remembered what she was about to say a while ago.

"Your shampoos has run out." She peeked up from her book again, that blank face pasted on her features. "I didn't know you're spending bottles of shampoo just for that thing."

Izaya looked at Namie for a second with that crooked smile, then chuckled.

It was one of the very rare times where Shizuo would be using the Vending Machine as a vending machine, not as any kind of object that he'd throw at someone named Orihara Izaya.

He took his leather wallet (oh, who knew he even has that), took the remaining bill, and inserted it in the large horizontal slot. 

He was about to press the appropriate button for the can of coffee that he wanted but his money was...

"...fucking rejected." Shizuo took his bill and smoothed the bill. He put it in again, but just like before, it was rejected. "Tsk," He tried the same thing again, and after almost three attempts the vending machine finally accepted the bill. Shizuo smirked, then pressed the button.

But the can didn't make any noise on the metallic retrieval unit. He crouched down to check for his can but it wasn't there. He knocked--slammed the money slot, then the glass, but it still wasn't there.

"Tss!" Shizuo spat his cigarette, then stepped on it with the heel of his right shoe. He embraced the machine, lifted it for a bit then released it, making a loud bumping sound on the concrete. He peeked once more at the dispenser, but his coffee wasn't there.

He repeated the lift-drop-peek process until the dark-haired man that Shizuo despised the most spoke from behind with that sly smile on his face, "I knew it. You have a fetish on vending machines." Izaya placed his hands in his pockets and said, "Dry humping the poor machine now, Shizu-chan?"

His patience snapped in less than a second...

"I--za--ya--kuuun--!"

...and the lift-drop-peek became lift-shout-throw.

With just a single leap, Izaya was able to evade the flying machine. Shizuo glared at him through his glasses, his teeth gritting against each other.

There was a crashing sound on the concrete, and a certain can came out.

Izaya bent down to catch the rolling can, and said, "Thank you, Shizu-chan~" He opened the can in front of him, sipped from it, and left skipping.