45 The Secret of the Saké of Courage (1/2)

After downing three bottles of saké, to which she herself insisted, Chalice has lost to the clutches of alcohol. Hikari merely listened to her amusedly as she nibbled at the roasted meat and pickles mumbling incoherently to herself.

The priestess shook her head as she recalled Chalice's reaction to her explanation about the bracelet. She actually disregarded it and instead asked how they were able to make the bracelet that way. Sigh. It seemed like the lady hasn't realized the implication that Akai Ito bracelets held. That or she was completely not paying attention.

Unmei no Akai Ito, the red string of fate. The Amaterasu people believed that two people connected by the red string are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. The Akai Ito bracelets were made based on this unbreakable belief. The owners of a pair are only meant for each other.

The bracelets were usually given during weddings to the husband and wife. They serve pretty much as wedding rings to them. But then again, it wouldn't be interesting if Hikari told Chalice that. She already had an inkling as to who Chalice will give the bracelet to. She mentioned him quite often the whole day. And quite unaware of it too.

Hikari smiled fondly at the drunken enchantress in front her. Sometimes, even if only meeting for such a brief moment, an undeniable affinity can be formed. That was exactly what she felt towards Chalice. Hikari didn't mind the darkness engulfing her nor the mystery of her origins. All she saw was a girl seeking a friend.

Fate truly was a strange one. The two people she had ever let in her life were entangled with each other unbreakably. However, Hikari's eyes darkened when she recalled her vision. She wanted to let them know. She wanted to spare them both such a misery. These two should have had enough of that to last them a life time. But Hikari cannot go against the heavens. She cannot divulge the secrets of fate. An observer, that was her role. Meddling will only inflict more damage in this case. She sighed helplessly.

'I've done all I could to help. The rest is up to them.'

Hikari thought as she silently savored the sweetness of the wine along with the soft, fragrant breeze of the night. That was until silent but hurried footsteps broke the tranquility that blanketed the two women. Hikari turned at the source and smiled nostalgically.

”You're here. Right on time as ever.” Hikari uttered softly as she turned to the man who arrived. An urgent and anxious look was plastered in his face as he rushed to her.

”Luuuuke! My dearest, hic, sweetest Luke is, hic, here.”

Chalice drawled while she stood up and walked to him swaying. Luke automatically held his hands out and caught her as she stumbled on the last step. Her unique fragrance coupled with the scent of alcohol attacked Luke's nose. Usually, he would stiffen at this but now all it gave him was a sense of assurance.

He found her! He finally found her!

His beloved was finally back in his arms. Luke couldn't contain himself and didn't bother to. He engulfed Chalice in a tight, warm hug.

”Aww. Hikariii, my Luke, hic, missed me so much. Hic. See. He's hugging me so tight. Hic. He should've done so, hic, long ago.”

Chalice patted his head indulgingly. Hikari merely listened on them, suppressing the bubbling laughter in her throat. She turned her attention to her cup and leisurely drank.

”You made her drink so much?” Luke turned to the priestess relaxing under the moonlight, Chalice still in his arms. Hikari smirked with concealed mischief.

”Now, now. This isn't my fault. She was the one who wanted to drink till she dropped. I tried to stop her after our first bottle. She wouldn't listen, however.”