A night at home

Adrian kicked his door shut as he entered, happy that he still had his keys. He tossed them and his money clip into a bowl that probably once had wax fruit in it, though was empty now. He tossed his coat onto the coat rack and winced as he sat on his couch. Lifting his shirt he sucked in air, through clenched teeth. He glanced down finding a piece of glass lodged in his left shoulder. It was probably just from a bottle littered by some random kid. He sighed and got his first aid kit out and got his bandages ready. Had he been bleeding this whole time?

His arm was stained with a thin line of blood, but it wasn't much. It was probably because the glass was slowing down the flow. He sighed as he grabbed a wooden practice sword and put the handle in his mouth. He gripped it hard in his teeth as he grabbed the small exposed bit of glass. He groaned and bit harder as he pulled the glass free slowly, his arm shaking lightly. Dropping it on the coffee table he sighed, letting the practice sword fall away before he put a small gauze patch on the wound. He taped it into place with the medical tape before he relaxed on the couch.

"Jesus... Dammit, I'm gonna have to get some fucking stitches!" he muttered to himself.
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He sat there, frowning when he saw a fox run past him and toward his kitchen. He blinked a few times, very much confused. He felt like a character in a bad drug movie. He rubbed his eyes for a moment before leaning over. Yep, still there. He sighed as he stood and went to the bathroom. He stared at the mirror, studying his face, looking for any sign of something wrong. He stuck his tongue out. No, nothing wrong there. He splashed himself with cold water before he went back to the kitchen.

"Okay either that glass was coated in something, I'm sleeping and this is a crazy dream, or there's a fox in my apartment. Why is there a fox in my apartment?" he wondered, staring at it.
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Did that thing just talk?! Oh shit. Yeah that's it.

He stared at the fox feeling his knees go weak. He felt light headed, and trembled for a moment. His eyes went back in his head, his body going with it. He hit the carpet covered floor with a loud thud, out like a light.

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He woke up a bit later, frowning as he slowly got ot his feet, blinking as he rubbed at his head.

"Ow... I swear, I have to quit drinking. Whatever the hell was on that glass, I hope it's gone. Why would a fox ask for weed? Jesus I had to have been drugged..." he muttered. "What the... Why are my pants wet?"

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"The lady from the park? What the hell? Did you see a fox in here?" he wondered, looking around, frowning as he tried to figure out where it went.

He stood and rubbed his eyes lightly before he made his way to the kitchen. He took a beer bottle from the fridge and smiled as he opened it. He took a long swig from it, before looking to her once again.

"How the hell did you find me?"
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"Uh.. Okay. But that doesn't tell me how you found me." he said shrugging as he watched her.

His stomach growled lightly causing him to sigh. He shook his head, waving his hand as if waving the question off before he began rummaging through the fridge.

"Are you hungry?" he asked, looking at the options he had in front of him.

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"Green stuff... The weed? I'm sorry I don't keep any." he said, tossing a banana to her from the kitchen as he leaned on the counter a bar-like opening between the living room and the kitchen. "Munch on that. I'll have some other stuff ready here in a bit."

He took out a skillet and sighed as he began chopping a few carrots, onions, and a bit of lettuce. He poured oil in the skillit before tossing the chopped veggies in before he took some meat out. Cutting it into thin strips he tossed it in with the rest before adding a little more oil.

"Stir fry sound okay to you?" he asked, glancing at her.

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"What, you mean money? What kind of person hasn't heard of money?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow as he glanced at her as he shifted his grip and tossed the food into the air before catching it in the skillet again. "Are you a spirit? Are you of the Onikonjou? Or the Kamikonjou?"

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"I don't judge people for what they are. I judge them by their actions." he said tossing the stir fry once more.

He took a beer bottle out of the fridge, watching her as he took a long swig from it. He licked his lips lightly, and poured a bit into the skillet, flames erupting up into the air before he smiled and slipped it into a bowl before he grabbed a pair of plates.

"Dinner's ready!" he said, smiling.

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"Here. Let me help." he said, smiling at her as he took a spatchela out.

He used the large wooden spoon and slid half the food onto each plate, before smirking at her. He smiled, taking the food to the near by table in the living room only to return and grab his beer and another one for her. He put it on the table beside their plates.


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"It's fine. As long as nobody knows where we're coming from, I don't care. But I have my own things I have to take care of." he said, staring at the table in front of him. "This world is lost to the corruption of power and evil. I will clense it. I will unite mankind and I will bring peace to the people. I will crush them all between my fingers, with my own hands, and sword!"

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"People that abuse the power given to them are evil. I live myself by a knight's code. All those that break that code purposfully are evil! A knight is sworn to Valor! His heart knows only virtue! His blade defends the helpless! His might upholds the weak! His word speaks only truth! His wrath undoes the wicked! Those that hold only evil in their heart, that seek to purge virtue from the world in all it's forms. Those that defeat the helpless, those that attack the weak, and those who's lies harm others, will fall to my blade. My wrath will undo the wicked!" he said, looking at her.

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That caught him off guard. He wasn't ready for anyone, let alone a girl in his apartment, to ask him if he'd met someone attractive. He tapped his chin, nodding lightly as his face changed from the look of fierce determination to that of someone just asked a form of paradox. He was truely thinking on it!

"Hmm. Well I have met many people I find attractive. It all depends on what you're looking for, I guess. Why?" he asked.

He had already decided that subtlety wasn't Grunty's strong point. He'd have to get used to blunt and to the point questions.

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"You're kidding, me right? I mean how... Is sex forbidden in the spirit world or something? I mean, come on. No, you're probably serious. Okay... Let's see. When you feel like that, you um..." he trailed off, blushing. "How do I put this... Um... When a man and a woman- what the fuck am I saying!? Sex is sex. When you find someone attractive in the way you're talking, you have sex."

He sat on the couch, looking at her, concerned and confused. He didn't want to explain everything but he didn't know how to continue. He had no idea how to explain it to a child, and felt like a father explaining it to his little girl.

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"Um... Well... I'm not sure how to say it. So... I guess it would be easier to do so you get the idea." he said, shrugging as he stepped over to her.

He lifted her chin and licked his suddenly dry lips lightly. He stared into her eyes before he leaned down and kissed her gently. His eyes slid shut as his lips pressed to her own, his hand moving from her chin to caress her cheek.

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He held her gently to him as he kissed her, his tongue stroking against her lips lightly before he slid his arms under hers. He pulled her to her feet, not breaking the kiss as he did. When he did finally pull away from her, he grinned, and lead her to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind them as he pushed her toward the bed in the corner.

-Fade to black-

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