Okay guys, I promise I'm not dead but I've had zero inspiration to end Pieces. I really want to give y'all a really good last chapter and I need time (my finals start next week lol pray for me) and motivation to do so, so I'm asking you to be patient! In the meantime, I've decided to update this because it's easier to write, since they're just drabbles, and see if I'm somehow able to get into the mood to finish Pieces.

I've been reading A LOT this last year so I hope I've managed to improve at least a tiny bit, event though I may be a bit rusty since I haven't written anything at all while I was away that wasn't school related T^T. I also apologise in advance for any possible mistakes. With all this said, hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

French kiss

Kagura would be lying is she said she hadn't been expecting this. She wasn't sure when it would be, or how, but it was bound to happen sooner or later and she couldn't be more grateful it was finally over. Or just starting, depending on how one looked at it. But she wasn't one to mull over things too much, not when Okita Sougo was kissing the daylights out of her in some random club downtown.

It had started as simply as a Friday night could start when you were a university student who had just finished finals, with Soyo barging in her room dragging a completely unfazed Nobume and shouting something about that one brand new place where absolutely everyone was going to be that night to have fun, socialise and (who were they kidding, honestly) get completely wasted. And because Kagura had had nothing better to do and it wasn't like she didn't enjoy the nightlife Tokyo had to offer, she had found herself being hauled out of her place by her overexcited best friend.

Now, Kagura wasn't stupid by any means and she was more than aware that the real reason why Soyo was so adamant on sticking to the plan for the night was because of her brother. It wasn't like they were subtle, what with all the glances the girl threw right and left to Kamui in the hallways or the way she looked sometimes when Kagura visited her penthouse (rich kids privileges) without prior notice. Read– thoroughly fucked. So yes, Kagura had long accepted the fact that her best friend was probably end up exchanging saliva with his delinquent of an older brother tonight, at the very least.

They hailed a taxi right as they exited her building and they're soon enough in line inside some dim, narrow hall waiting to be lead to the main room of the club. Kagura looked at herself in the mirrors placed in the walls– tight, black jeans, a white tank top and a pair of sandals. Soyo had taken it upon herself to cake her face with makeup but Kagura had somehow managed to convince her to keep it simple, just some eyeliner and lipstick. She had to say she looked good and for the first time since she had left home she smiled. As they were finally let inside and she took a glance at the place –two floors, high ceiling and deafening music– she decided she was going to have fun tonight and maybe, if she was lucky and felt like it, she would also be taking someone home tonight with her.

About an hour, two drinks and some shots later, Kagura found herself in the middle of the dance floor swaying to whatever music the dj had decided to play. Soyo had "mysteriously" disappeared after receiving a text, with the excuse that she was going to look for some friends that had decided to come, too, while Nobume had reluctantly accepted to dance with the redhead and now was– Well, she didn't know where Nobume was nor what she was doing, but she was more than capable of taking care of herself. All this led to Kagura alone in the middle of the partygoers, losing herself to the beat of the music and paying no attention to her surroundings, except to those guys that got a little too close for comfort and left with aching feet or shins, so when a pair of hands landed on her waist and spun her around, she was more than ready to kick yet another pain in the ass. And oh, how right she was, because there was indeed a pain in the ass right in front of her, just not the kind she could injure without repercussions. Because a normal guy caught her drift after being punched or whatever, but Okita Sougo was no normal guy and wouldn't hesitate to get back to her one way or another. He was already smirking down at her with that stupid glint in his eyes, and Kagura narrowed her eyes to let him know he was anything but welcome within 15 meters of her as she gripped his wrists to try to pull him away. Of course, he decided to ignore her and only tightened his grip, now dancing to the rhythm of the music, too, and someone save her because she was not ready to dance with him, really.

"My, my China, what a fancy meeting." His tone was slightly slurred but it dripped sarcasm and Kagura reeled.

"Let me go, you ass" she answered right back, but she was starting to see where this was going.

"What, are you afraid you won't be able to keep up?" And that had been it. Because the day Kagura refused one of his stupid challenges would be the day Kagura would probably– that big was her pride.

So one thing led to another, the hands on her waist moving to her hips and pulling her towards him as her own reached to tangle in his hair and yank, hard, and one moment they were dancing but the next they were kissing. The tension had always been there, the heated stares had always been there, the want had always been there and, this time, the closeness and the wrong –or right– atmosphere were there, too. So yes, she had known they would end up like this sooner or later.

The people around them didn't help their cause either, not with the way they had kept pushing them closer, closer, closer and Kagura had found her breath mingling with Okita's and their lips were suddenly almost touching and well, it hadn't taken much more after that.

What had started as simple, quick pecks and soft presses of lips, soon turned into heavy breathing and lots of tongue and teeth and Kagura didn't know how but she found herself being guided towards one of the sides of the dance floor where the guy proceeded to cage her between his arms against a wall. And from here onwards she couldn't be held responsible for her actions because she was kinda drunk and Okita Sougo –heartthrob and prodigy of their university, an absolute asshole but absolutely hot as hell, too, and of course her sworn nemesis– had her pressed against his very muscled chest and she couldn't help herself when she run her hands down his torso, fisting in his shirt and pulling him flushed towards her body.

That telling warm sensation that always started in the pit of her stomach was starting to spread through her body and she was positive she was starting to grind down on Okita's thigh, conveniently placed between her legs, as he rolled his hips in retaliation. And she may be anything but sober but she was now sure she had no shame nor pride left. To hell with all that, though. This felt good.

Kagura was about to suggest going somewhere more private when he was suddenly yanked out of her arms. She had not exactly kind words in the tip of her tongue when she spotted Nobume reaching out for her arm and pulling her towards… the exit, maybe? She wasn't too sure with the way her surroundings kept spinning and she was only able to look back to see a dazed Okita staring straight back at her. Just then, Nobume yanked her forward and he disappeared in the middle of the crowd. When Kagura turned her head back with a confused look, Nobume just clicked her tongue and shook her head a little

"Believe me, you'll thank me tomorrow. I'm taking you home" she said, making her way towards the taxis waiting outside the club when they exited the place.

"Okay" was the only thing Kagura was able to answer.

Hello again! I also wanted to thank you guys for all the love and the patience so thank you so much! Your comments make my day so yay! 33 love you lots :*