And while Riza had locked herself in her office with tea, the moment after he had managed to get away from her that previous weekend, Hatori had told Joy to take care of things--it had been a slow and quiet day, thankfully--and locked himself in his office, bottle of sake in hand. Normally, he didn't drink alcohol in that sort of quantity, but the whole matter had confused the man in ways he wasn't ready to face yet.
He had kissed her back when she had latched herself on to him.
Why?
Part of him felt dirty for it. Confused. For the first time, thoughts of Kana had been erased from his mind only to crash back with full force the moment the alcohol's effects had worn off. No wonder Ayame and Shigure were always so worried about him. It was unhealthy. But he definitely knew that whatever had passed between him and Riza, he had actually enjoyed it. Liked it. Though he couldn't stop thinking about Kana...
Emotions could be so pointless.
At the sound of the knock, Hatori glanced up at the door. "Come in."
Riza opened the door firmly when Hatori called out, and was immediately hit with the strong smell of alcohol. It was clear to her that Hatori had chosen more effective methods of memory erasure, although the reason for this wasn't exactly clear to her. Had he really been so affected by one kiss
( ... )
It wasn't so much the kiss that affected him as what the kiss meant. And Kana. It always came back to Kana, in the end, and his curse. Akito.
Granted, some of the bottles around the world had been shared with him by Shigure. As much as he did drink, he was more responsible than that, and he had an infirmary to help run.
Hatori stood up, shaking his head at the apology. "Please, Professor Hawkeye," he said, finally remembering to use the correct form of her name. Hawkeye. Not Riza. "I should apologize." And he really should have. Letting her make a fool of herself hadn't been his intentions at all, considering that he knew she had been under the effects of a love potion.
Hatori had no answer to that question. Nothing that was plausible or would sound truthful to him. He stared at her in silence, shoving his hands into his pockets, not sure what to say. This was not something he was used to. With a sigh, he said the first thing that came to mind. "I don't know."
Riza nodded. "Perhaps we were both at fault, but I accept your apology," she wasn't going to deny that he had been a willing and un-love-potion'd participant. But she did feel partially responsible for his current seclusion, even if he spent most of his time in the infirmary anyway.
I don't know. That answer surprised Riza herself into silence. She stared back at him for a long moment; couldn't help but notice how piercing his one eye could be. "That makes two of us," she muttered, rubbing her forehead absently. She was, however, determined to deal with it
( ... )
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He had kissed her back when she had latched herself on to him.
Why?
Part of him felt dirty for it. Confused. For the first time, thoughts of Kana had been erased from his mind only to crash back with full force the moment the alcohol's effects had worn off. No wonder Ayame and Shigure were always so worried about him. It was unhealthy. But he definitely knew that whatever had passed between him and Riza, he had actually enjoyed it. Liked it. Though he couldn't stop thinking about Kana...
Emotions could be so pointless.
At the sound of the knock, Hatori glanced up at the door. "Come in."
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Granted, some of the bottles around the world had been shared with him by Shigure. As much as he did drink, he was more responsible than that, and he had an infirmary to help run.
Hatori stood up, shaking his head at the apology. "Please, Professor Hawkeye," he said, finally remembering to use the correct form of her name. Hawkeye. Not Riza. "I should apologize." And he really should have. Letting her make a fool of herself hadn't been his intentions at all, considering that he knew she had been under the effects of a love potion.
Hatori had no answer to that question. Nothing that was plausible or would sound truthful to him. He stared at her in silence, shoving his hands into his pockets, not sure what to say. This was not something he was used to. With a sigh, he said the first thing that came to mind. "I don't know."
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I don't know. That answer surprised Riza herself into silence. She stared back at him for a long moment; couldn't help but notice how piercing his one eye could be. "That makes two of us," she muttered, rubbing her forehead absently. She was, however, determined to deal with it ( ... )
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