Blue

[Nene]

Drowning, the immediate response to her body’s exhaustion struck an immediate pleasure in her mind. This dewy haze surrounded her body like a fluffy yet poisonous cloud, completely masking her ability to think. Saturated blue raindrops seemed to hover above her head, individually falling, sinking deep into the cracks of her skin. Dozens of little eyeballs lovingly watched her as they rolled around in puddles of mud, singing happy songs of joy. And with light feet she spun around merrily in circles, welcoming this band of creatures.

This was not reality.

In reality a lone woman sat grudgingly in a small pub, her head resting on the cold wooden table, arms spread wide apart. An attractive drop of drool rolled down her lips while she heavily snored, beautiful sounds thundering throughout the room causing some unwanted attention. Happily enjoying this colorful dream of hers had she not realized how long she was knocked out for. Was it an hour? Maybe two? What she did recognize was the chilly air being engulfed by the ferocious black hole of her mouth, and the cute little drops of water dancing in the crevices of her mind. Suddenly interrupted from this imagination, her steady breaths broke its cycle, turning into a shaky tremble and building up to an aggressive heave. –COUGH COUGH COUGH FUCK COUGH- With a couple more grandpa hacks, Nene cleared her throat with a repugnant sound. -COUGH FUCKING SHIT- Unwillingly her hand crawled to the empty saucer of sake she carelessly downed moments ago, and rose it up to touch her chapped lips, trying to heal her burning throat with the remains alcohol.

Nothing. Not even a single drop. With a disgruntled expression she pushed the useless bowl to the side of the table with a slight grunt, lowering her head down to the table once more. In a record time she instantly fell back to sleep, the same violent noise as disturbing as before.

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I've got a secret,
Please don't repeat it.
I took the chemicals we took to make our chemistry,
And I remixed it,
It didn't fix it.
All it did was make our memories apart of me
This emergency brought, brought you to me.

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The bartender obliged, though he had never seen Yukinko in his bar before, he paid for his drinks and he was quiet on top of having something bothering him heavily. It was a bartenders’ calling to drown the woes of the world in liquor and if possible give some good guidance to a few wayward souls in the process. It seemed the young man was in need of some guidance too but since the bartender made great effort not to involve himself in Shinigami affairs he did what he could to help the guy with the former. He'd had a bit to drink already and he didn't get any louder or unruly. So he could handle his liquor well, that was sign of maturity. He watched as the Shinigami’s eyes seemed to glaze over as if he were in a trance. He’d seen such an expression on many a man and knew that a kind word or two or perhaps just an open ear could get this guy out of his funk, but still, those from the Seireitei were a powerful sort and shots of Earth Liquors by the round could make someone as sensible as this Shinigami go berserk in no time. He didn’t need the damages or the enemies. He’d seen it happen before and he simply wasn’t interested. So again he resolved to help by serving the drinks with a smile and secretly wishing the young man the best of luck and courage to deal with whatever dilemma he had.

“There we are, Chocolate Milk, on the house.”

Yukinko looked up slowly from his full glass.

“…Thanks.”

The evils men did when they lost sight of what was important. Yukinko wanted to be better than that. He was better than that. He knew all too well where the path of despair and anger would lead to, and he became a Shinigami to keep from going back to that. It wasn't a big deal. He was just having a rough spot. Everything would be back to normal soon enough. The moment he got back to work this whole thing would just disappear. But Sen mused and pushed away the creeping thoughts of disbelief though one surfaced still, if he really believed all the he was telling himself, why was he here drinking?

The right hand tattooed “Tonakai” grasped a glass and lightly slammed it back on the table a mere second later, only to repeat the process with the other two shots. The coolness flowing down his throat settled in the pool of more fluid like it and Yukinko rested his head on the bar. The only thing that ever came out of these bad moments was a chance to get some thinking in and possibly some intense night training too, but that was only if he didn’t leave here with his breakfast on the floor.

“Another round please.”

He said finally noticing a young girl a few stools down, he looked to his right and raised his glass.

“Cheers?”[/font][/ul]