Aya & Koyasu: Angry Cats [PG-13]
Stretched out and buried in the covers he dozed peacefully. He didn’t like the cold much and was sleeping more than he really needed to be. Yawning he moved opening one eye and peeking at the time. It was late already, making a sullen noise he pulled him self up to work on something for Koyasu to eat. Aya wasn’t very hungry him self, but he needed to eat a little. Waddling in a droopy way towards the kitchen he looked around. Nope no tiger yet, pouting even more he made his way to the kitchen.
After having finished his 'play time' with Rie Fu, Koyasu made his way back to his room. He smelled strongly of woman since he had yet to shower and planned to do so when he got in. He vaguely wondered if Aya was awake but decided he didn't care as he was angry that Aya had told him he wouldn't be getting any that night or for awhile at that. He frowned more, stopping just outside of his room to take out his key and unlock the door. Once the door was open, he slipped in with ease and locked it back up - not wanting any unexpected visitors. He rubbed his nose, idly licking his fingers as he could smell Rie Fu's juices on him there the strongest at that moment. He paused briefly when he saw Aya in the kitchen out of the corner of his eye. "Nn... you're awake," he said, walking past and disappearing into the bathroom where he started to undress for his second shower of the day.
“Yeah.” His tail twitched and he couldn’t help his ears flattening a bit. He glared at the fish he was cooking so much for this, he didn’t even feel like cooking it or eating any for that matter. Taking the skillet he dumped the salmon into the trash and dropped the pan into the sink. So much for a nice dinner, moving he looked in the fridge to see if there was anything. Nothing seemed very yummy to him, frowning even more he got out some bland soup that was enough for one person and started working on that. Oh he was not happy and he could smell the woman on Koyasu. What did he care Koyasu didn’t love him or anything; he was just another bump in the bed. He hissed cursing him self for starting to think that way, it would only get him depressed.
The tiger took a quick shower and came out from the shower with the towel around his waist, going through his ritual of cleaning up after having had sex. He worked on brushing his teeth, wandering through to the kitchen. He could smell the salmon in the trash but wasn't about to open it to see or ask Aya about it. He opened the freezer, pulling out a bottle of chilled vodka as he continued to brush his teeth and let his hair air dry. He planned on drinking tonight because he could and get some more work done on his laptop. Leaving the bottle on the counter, he went back into the bathroom to finish with brushing his teeth and washing his mouth out.
He watched out of the corner of his eye looking at the bottle being set down. He looked around the corner for Koyasu, then moving he opened the bottle and started drinking right from it. This would make the cold go away at lest and get him wonderfully plastered. Besides it had been a while since he had vodka. He continued to drink, more like gulp, when Koyasu was done. He wasn’t about to stop at all, though getting drunk when one was upset was never a good thing. Anyone awake that night will have a sobbing sick panther to handle but he really didn’t care right then.
Once he finished in the bathroom, he pulled on a pair of silk briefs and a loose pair of cotton pajama bottoms just before running his brush through his hair. He shook his head a little, tossing the towel in the dirty clothes basket before taking his laptop out to the sitting room. He set the device down on the coffee table before turning to go into the kitchen and found the panther with his lips wrapped tightly around his bottle of imported, French vodka. He stared at him in disbelief as he watched the last drop of expensive liquor go disappear into the half-breed's mouth. "... You do realize that you're going to buy me a new bottle," he growled out softly.
He set the bottle down looking at Koyasu with a raised brow. “Pffth take it out of my fucking pay check.” He hissed slightly back, his eyes a lovely red color from the liquor. His ears where still pressed back on his head, not giving a rats ass if Koyasu beat him up right there and then for that last move. It was better than pouring it down the drain. Oh yes the liquor was taking an effect on him, the cat who could drink anything. Then again his body was still weak.
The hiss and the hateful tone Aya used with him made his tail bristle and his own ears slant backward. His eyes narrowed, staying where he was as he knew that if he started to move then that he would possibly kill the young half-breed. "Get. Out. Now."
“Screw you Koyasu!” He growled and headed towards the bedroom to at lest put something on before he was booted out by Koyasu. He could already feel his eyes starting to sting; this was supposed to be a good evening when the entire make up sex and stuff. That wasn’t happening now and now he wanted to cry because all he had been planning totally went down the drain. Not only that but Koyasu was pissed at him for drinking the liquor and telling him off. Oh yes the kitten wanted to cry a lot. He moved about the bedroom trying to find clothing, but he didn’t even know where his was.
The tiger stood where he was, still angry as he watched the half-breed disappear into his bedroom. He growled softly, tail staying still as it remained bristled. Koyasu still refused to move from where he was, still more than angry at that kitten for how he kept speaking to him. His strong arms went up, folding over his chest as he continued to wait for Aya to come out from his bedroom. 'One, two, three...' he counted in his head, working on calming himself and giving Aya time to leave his bedroom before he went to fetch him.
He couldn’t find his clothing so instead he grabbed a blanket and wrapped around him self. It wasn’t clothing but it would too. He knew it was mostly his fault and he was the one that screwed up but he couldn’t help it he was just so mad. Shuffling out of the bedroom and seeing the tiger unmoving he looked down at the floor. Damn it he never felt this emotional in his life, reaching up he rubbed his eyes hard. Shuffling over to the door he looked at the tiger again before slipping out, he needed a shoulder to cry on. He stood in the hall trying not to sniffle at all and rubbing his eyes. Without thinking he shuffled him self a few doors down and thunked his head against the wood.
Takehito watched Aya leave, remaining motionless until the door was closed and once it was, he finally moved toward the door and locked it behind the half-breed shifter. He turned, staring at his empty living room before going to the large pantry and opened it. It seemed now that he only had bourbon to drink. He pulled the glass container out and poured himself a glass, wearing a frown all the while before he planted himself in front of his laptop and turned it on.