Drunk on life, drunk on soda

Amaya shudder-giggled as he tried to push her away. Awww... he's trying to help me. Cute... Amaya let go of his pants and went up to kiss him on the lips. Aren't I supposed to... Before she could finish the thought, her tongue, seemingly of its own volition, tried forcing its way into Malek's mouth as Amaya felt herself trying to push him against a desk, or maybe the wall, or maybe just straight to the floor. Anything works if he stops wiggling. It's harder when he's wiggling.

Then her backpack started vibrating again, and it caused Amaya to jump a little. Phone... vibrate... important... something....Yuki? her head was warm and swimming full of fuzzies, and shy was dizzy; for some reason balance was not an easy thing. Why can't... remember... what... Amaya remembered earlier she'd felt like crying. Everything was so strange and confusing. She couldn't remember why she'd tried so hard not to cry earlier. It seemed like a good idea now. So, she sat down on her legs, let her arms support her on the floor, and after a couple shakes, and a silent sniff or two, the tears began to flow like a river as she straight-up bawled.

Before Yuki got a chance to speak, he heard Malek on the other line, and as soon as he heard the word "Soda" he slapped his forehead, shook his head. "Ohhhh, fuck's sake...." He sighed and sat straight up at his desk and took a lighthearted and jovial tune. "Well, well, good evening, Malek. Strange, you say? Perhaps she's even been intoxicated by your presence, you sly devil, you. Now, now, before you go seducing young fair maiden, one must remember, she can have quite a vicious temper, and if hell fumes not like a woman scorned, well, I suppose when she sobers up from whatever might have struck her ale, well, I suspect you may have bigger problems. Perhaps a concoction of bribery and a touch of overindulgence are in order? I have three shots of advice for you: sometimes, going so deep down the rabbit hole what one sees there they think to be a dream serves as a better shield for the sake of the mind than having one return and know the truth of what happened. Second, Miss Bear hates to wear skirts. She really does. Third, but most important, whatever you do, and I do mean this, do not, I mean this absolutely, do not take out your wings. I give you an hour and a half time limit to return Miss Amaya to me at Seven Points, or I shall likely lose my temper. Consider this an impromptu test of your wit." With that, Yuki hung up the phone, smirking to himself.

Meanwhile, Amaya had stopped crying. Somewhere during her bawling, she'd remembered she wasn't supposed to cry for some reason. Her sleeve, however, was already soaking wet. Now she was just sitting on the ground, staring off into space at Malek as she was trying to remember something, and her scowl was starting to form. A rather violent urge was forming in her when she spotted Malek, but she didn't know why yet.

(OOC: XD He's basically saying, bribe her with soda to get her dressed, including the pants in her backpack, and then get her more drunk on the way to Seven Points so she doesn't remember she kissed him. It's meant to be confusing; sorry)

Distraction is easy when one is drunk. When Amaya heard the words "Cherry Fizz" and saw the can, the register of how good it tasted went into her mind. Though she stumbled and wobbled, using the desks to steady herself, since her mind was a bit clearer, she managed to get to her backpack and pull out her pants; she had to take off her boots to get them on over her tights, which she re-tied rather sloppily, and then it took her a couple minutes to get her skirt and shirt and get them in her backpack. Something in the back of her mind was warning her not to take the drink, that something bad would happen, but as soon as she had it in hand and started drinking, all those worries went away. Once again, part of it slopped onto her turtleneck, which this time the fabric around the neck fell a little under the weight of being soaked, which revealed (for the first time Malek would be able to see it, anyways) the two twin scar lines around her neck connected in front and back by an "x"- the "vocal cord" problems the teacher had mentioned in her introduction, though nowhere near so specifically.

Meanwhile, Yuki was about halfway to the school. He figured he'd go and meet Amaya at the entrance. True, he fully expected Malek to be capable, but there was always the offchance of error, and if so he met them at the entrance he could make sure they were both safe. More importantly, if Malek had laid a hand on Amaya, Yuki would show him no mercy. There were a few things that no father was quite willing to leave to chance, after all, and while Yuki may not have been her real father, certainly, he felt responsible for her.

Following Malek out of the classroom, Amaya could swear the ground was moving as she walked. Certainly, she wasn't able to walk in a straight line. When all of a sudden he stopped, it took her just a moment to long to register this and, slipping on the stairs, she grabbed at whatever she could as she slid down the staircase on her butt gaining a few bruises along the way. When she stopped, she was just a mite bit too dazed to realize what happened, and the new soreness all over her body convinced her that just lying there might not be such a bad thing at the moment, or at least until the world stopped spinning and the people in her head with hammers went to sleep for the night.

Yuki smirked and moved from where he'd stood when he'd seen them coming. "Ah, isn't this quite the romantic scene? It's as if the inebriated fairy and the youthful dragon are off to their own little honeymoon, wouldn't you say?" Yuki gestured to a twelve-pack of citrus-flavored soda against a nearby wall. "I don't think Miss Bear will be in tomorrow. I believe she will be quite ill, actually. Oh, and to think, how unfortunate, tomorrow is the very day I have suddenly realized I'm going to test out my new audio system. No, I don't think tomorrow will be very pleasant for little fey girls who act so very, very naughty and do things they know they shouldn't."

Amaya, on hearing Yuki's voice in one of his monologues, worked to try and struggle to her feet. She managed only to land on the ground in a pile at first, and then as she struggled to her feet, Yuki stood there and watched, without offering to help. "You said before I'm not very fatherly. I disagree. I seek to raise a childlike mind to fit into society as best as it might, and I truly do love little Bear as I would a child of my own, though in truth, I suspect she is actually older than I. For certain, she is full grown; her height stands at four foot seven, and the average adult of her species is only four foot four. Were she not an amnesiac, I wonder which of the three stereotypical personalities she would have had originally- immature and playful, vicious and cruel, both of which amounted to a fey creature who toyed with humans before slaughtering them in ghastly ways, albeit for entirely different reasons, or perhaps lustful. Have you seen the scars of her neck? They lead me to believe she's one of the more vicious and cruel variety, very prone to seeking a violent revenge."

Amaya had managed to get to her feet and stumble over to Yuki, who she was steadying herself against. He pulled a can of Mountain Dew out of his pocket and opened it, then handed it to her saying, "Here. This will make you feel better." As she took and drank it, trusting Yuki completely, he looked at Malek with the same smirk. "If you're worried about what I might do, think nothing of it. What you've witnessed, which I strongly suspect to be her lustful side, as your head is still attached, is something that is likely to stay with you. Do you think you will see it in your dreams tonight? How about in your thoughts tomorrow? As she attends your school, as she passes by you every day, do you think your mind will let you forget what you've experienced? I wouldn't have blamed you in the slightest, because Miss Bear knew full well she was not supposed to have that particular variety of drink, and I very much doubt you might have tricked her into willingly drinking an unknown substance. However, I think your memories for today will stick with you, and thus a punishment beyond my control has been dealt to you. She may see it as a dream, she may not, but either way, do you think it will be so easy to woo her given today's events?"