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"Don't dwell on that." Shiori scolded him gently. "You've been drinking... you must be an awfully depressive drunk."
She didn't know why, but she was a bit back to normal. She didn't know how else to say it.
She hugged him again, sighing softly. "There are plenty of other things to think about, much happier things."

"Me...?" Shiori offered. "I'm here..."

Shiori sighed, gently moving up from him and moving to her bed. "Fine then."
She seemed a bit dented by this suggestion, giving him a bit of the cold shoulder.
"If all you want to do is drink and be miserable, I won't stop you."

Shiori paused, looking at the wine before biting her lip. "I'm afraid I could hardly keep up with you...."
She took her glass, taking a long, deep sip.
She could already feel her intake mixing with her first glass, her cheeks starting to flush again. She leaned on Aled's shoulder, contemplating her cup quietly. "I just think misery likes company." she teased him quietly, kissing his shoulder.

"You're drinking an awful lot, anata..." Shiori murmured, close to finishing only her second glass. "But perhaps, yes... but that's almost an entire bottle by yourself, if not more than that!"
But she was blushing, almost too close for comfort.
"Although I won't deny I enjoy your company as well."
She wasn't quite timid, although she wasn't forward either.
She wasn't the type to take big steps unless she was sure the ground was stable ahead of her. She was waiting for Aled's big move; she knew that most women he enjoyed pursued him.
Instead, she'd let him do the hunting. He'd have a thrill with that.

Shiori was blushing furiously; to make matters worse, she had started to hiccup.
"I'm not that *hic*, that *hic*, that drunk..." she hiccuped a third time, hiding her face in his chest. The poor thing, for all her talk she was really more meek than he thought.
It was cute, though.
"I... I feel a bit dizzy." she whispered, peeking up at him. "Ma-*HIC*-ybe I'm just a, just a *hic* little drunk..."
But she paused, eyes locked with in complete silence...
Except for the occasional hiccup.
Awwwww.

Kazuhiko on the otherhand was getting utterly impatient, literally doing barrel rolls over the floor and through the air.
He didn't know what else to do with himself; he had already trained a bit, explored Watari's lab, bugged Yuki...
Bugged Dad...
"When can we go???" he whined, utterly exasperated. "I'm tired of this Da!!"

Shiori's breath caught, her cheeks red-hot to the touch. She didn't, couldn't deny him; she was so caught up in the rush of things she couldn't even think.
She returned his kisses with as much passion as she could, feeling like she could drown beneath the man's affection. She couldn't speak; what was there to say?
She let her fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer. The surprise---although she shouldn't have been shocked by his actions at all---scared the hiccups out of her, thank goodness.
Like Aled, she was having second thoughts, but unlike Aled she had no choice.
She had to get those cuffs on him somehow; it was either that or risk being killed by Aoki. If Aoki had nearly killed Aled, she knew there was no way she could even imagine going against him.
But to do that would mean to betray perhaps the only man who had ever truly loved her.
It was heartbreaking, but there was no other way.

Kazuhiko huffed and sighed, hanging upside down. "I'm bored!" he complained again, "Bored bored bored bored bored! They're probably starting to hurt Mom again because we're taking too long!" he protested, "C'MooooooooOOOOOOOONN! We're LATE!"
Kid did have a point.
"DAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Iie....nothing... just.... just..." Shiori paused, nuzzling his shoulder slightly.
The pause dragged out for a few moments more, the woman peeking up at him with shy and uncertain eyes.
But she had made a decision.
"Watashi wa aishiteru.... Aled-kun..." she whispered. "Aishiteru..."

Kazuhiko sighed, feeling like a ball stuck between bouncers in pinball.
He couldn't contain all the energy of his; it was almost unbearable.
After all of this, he wouldn't be surprised if Kitaria came back from the dead and dragged him to Tir Na Nog herself. For starters, he had given away his Hunter responsibilities twice, had killed and resurrected people, the whole nine yards.
He had basically broken every rule there WAS to be broken.
"If you think that we're in trouble now, just wait until all this is over." he muttered. "You're not going to see me for a while whether I like it or not."
In fact, somewhere in the back of his head, he could almost feel Kitaria's cold and glowering eyes boring into him.
"I'm breaking a lot of rules, I hope you know... We can't do this for too too long. Not too long at all. Once I come back I'll take what's mine back and pray to sweet Cernunnos that the Tuatha de Danann don't drag me to the Otherworld to learn..."
And learn he would.
Sweet gods, they would be the hardest learned lessons in his life.