Tsukiyomi makes his way down an alley to get to the saloon. He has to climb into a window to get in. and if he gets seen, he'll get kicked out. The saloon had all sorts of alcohol. Sake, baijiu, wine, all sorts of liquors. Tsukiyomi, even at his young age, had gotten used to alcohol and had a high tolerance for it depending on the type. If it was a heavy drink, he'd be out of it after four but he could handle more. He just didn't care.
So he snuck into the back and took four flasks of heavy sake. He sat in the alleyway and drank. After two flasks he started to feel drowsy but didn't care. He had gotten drunk all the time. And soon enough, he finished all four. He suddenly heard laughing from the end of the alley. Through his blurry eyesight he made out the silhouettes of three yokai. They were also drunk and stumbled over each other as they laughed and joked about dirty things. It disturbed Tsukiyomi. But before he knew it, the three yokai came over to Tsukiyomi's boneless, drunk body. "Well, what's a little lady like you doing out here so late?" The yokai in the middle said with a hiccup. Tsukiyomi could barely speak. One of the men bent down to stroke Tsukiyomi's hair. He flinched as the yokai joked, "I don't know, she might be a tough one. Four flasks of sake. I'll pass out after two!" Tsukiyomi's mind was the only sober thing. And he was afraid of what the yokai were going to do. The only thing he could say was, "Piss…off, fatso!" The yokai on the left chuckled. "Oh she can talk?" He said,
The yokai in the middle then snapped, the three came close and closed in. Two of them clasped Tsukiyomi's wrists against the wall he sat up against. He struggled around trying to escape their grip. But as he struggled the dagger slipped out of his pocket. The yokai still standing alone took the dagger and looked at it, touching the edges of it. "I wonder..what treasure do you hold?" The yokai said, cutting off the buttons one by one on Tsukoyomi's shirt. But the expression on the two other men's faces changed as they began to see Tsukiyomi's chest. "Wait, this is a male." one of the yokai said.
"And what's the problem? I take what I can get! Just hold her still!" Tsukiyomi began to struggle around "STOP, PLEASE!" Tsukiyomi yelled. The yokai slapped Tsuki across his face, a burning sensation sprung across his cheek. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" The yokai said,
The yokai bent down and started to unbuckle his belt. Tsuki was confused. Surely, someone inside the saloon should have heard him. The yokai put his hands on Tsukiyomi's chest and slowly moved his hand up and down. Tsukiyomi continued to squirm, trying to break the mens' grip around his wrists. But eventually, Tsukiyomi gave up. There was no use. He tried to hold back tears but they pushed through anyway, he gave up. The yokai touching him chuckled drunkenly. "That's right, good girl..just give in. Don't worry about anything now!" The yokai's hands then worked quickly, unbuckling Tsuki's own belt. He was shocked. He then began squirming again. The dagger that Tsuki had bought slipped out of his pocket, into the view of the yokai. The yokai took the dagger and yelled, "I TOLD YOU TO STOP!!" He then proceeds to stab the dagger into Tsukiyomi's leg. The other yokai covered Tsuki's mouth to muffle the bloodcurdling scream he let out. More tears streamed down his face. He never wanted to end it all more than now. But it never ended.
Tsukiyomi closes his eyes, pretending nothing was happening and that everything was fine. When suddenly, a sword poked through the yokai's chest. It was pulled out quickly and the yokai, all of them ran away. Through Tsukiyomi's blurred vision, the sword was connected to a darker skinned hand. It was a human by the look of their ears. The figure bent down and tried to grab Tsukiyomi's hand "Are you alright?" The figure said. But Tsukyomi slapped the figures hand away with all the strength he could muster. "Don't…touch me..you bastard!" He didn't like people seeing him cry, especially strangers. But he was drunk, almost undressed, assaulted, and was sitting with a dagger sticking out of his calf. What more could possibly go wrong, he thought. He then passed out but was caught by this mysterious stranger who he would soon learn to know…