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Chapter 06: Not remembering you hurts...maybe

"It was a mistake... it must be," 

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His head was killing him.

Fuck it.

Last night was weird and abnormal– relative to his daily routine. He had gone for a walk to clear his mind, which he managed to do until he came across Feira, and the furball had lead him to the park where she was, the last thing he expected yesterday, was that he would end up drinking with a girl he know not more than for a few days– the team's manager, but a stranger nonetheless.

She had stopped after two cans, probably feeling tipsy but he had to go and drink a third one too, for which he was now paying for– with the head splitting headache.

Damn the hangover.

"Calm your expression, Captain, you look like you are going to kill someone, and that would not be appreciated in the PR debriefing," she said without looking up from her tab. He looked at the blue bottle that she had shifted toward him, narrowing his eyes in subtle suspicion before she sighed, "I wouldn't poison something I would directly give you– that would be too inconvenient, if I wanted to, I would have just asked the chef of the restaurant you all regularly go to, give them money, erase the CCTV– and that would be convenient,"

And here was the second reason for his headache.

She was back to her all, no-nonsense talk and sardonic remarks, like she was dealing with a bunch of kids rather than a world champion team.

This behavior is something that Kai generally prefers, it saves him energy to stop himself from busting the other person's head due to their stupidity, and saves his brain from working overtime to not think of the ways he could kill the person in front of him.

That was what he usually preferred.

And yet, when she had acted like this today, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance and a subtle ache in the whirring machine called heart. Disappointment. After the late night talk, and her mentioning her bey and mother, and an apology (that he very thoroughly enjoyed), he was expecting them to be...well, civil?

But no, of course not.

She was probably under the influence of alcohol last night when she was talking with him.

He grabbed the bottle from the table with a tight grip when he realized where his thoughts were going.

No.

Absolute no.

He was Kai Hiwatari, he didn't do emotions or friendships or even civil talks or... whatever the hell this was.

The alcohol was probably still in his system, or the headache was making him hallucinate thoughts.

Yes, definitely.

Because no way in hell would he feel annoyed because someone wasn't ato him.

Did she put drugs in the wine?

"Such a reassuring response," he said, rolling his eyes, before he twisted off the cap– through which the fresh smell of lemons wafted through the air, lemon water.