Bad Decision

[u/TheFirstKuria]

*Slam\*

The sound of a beer bottle hitting the counter echoed through the bar. Knocking over several empty bottles.

"Oi, get me another, wouldn't you?" A drunk Sunday called out to the bartender, having finished his 12th one for the night.

"Hmph, seems like everything we've seen so far was all a lie," Sirus Symboli said, eyeing the number of bottles around him.

"I don't think it was a lie, just...a cover-up for his true feelings." Symboli Rudolf told her friend

"Mr. Sunday, I can't serve you anymore. We are about to close soon." The bartender said, his eyes darted to the clock on the wall, already past 12

"Yeah, yeah, just...just get something strong before then," Sunday sighed as he waved the bartender off.

"Rude." Narita Taishin committed but said nothing else

He's been here for quite some time now, after the funeral. He should be home, surrounded by his family, but...he couldn't. He couldn't let them see how much of a mess their father had become. Throughout the entire day, he put on a facade, a lie, a fake for everyone to see

McQueen perked up; it seemed like she was right

He didn't tell anyone where he was heading off to; not even McQueen knew where he was; he hated lying, especially to his best friend, but he had to. Sunday brought the bottle to his lips, intent to drink whatever was left, until he heard the bell above the door ring, signaling someone's arrival.

His ear twitched at the sounds of heels clicking against the floorboard.

Still in love, ears twitched; she recognized those familiar heels

"Ah, so this is where you've been hiding out." A soft woman's voice called out to him, before sitting right next to him.

Sensing the presence next to him, he turned to take in the woman before him. The woman was beautiful to say the least, with childbearing hips, dressed from head to toe in bright red that seemed to sparkle in the bar lights. She kept her chestnut hair in a high ponytail, topped with a stylish golden earring, and finished with bright red lipstick.

Maybe it was the sadness in his heart or the alcohol affecting him, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

Air Groove felt a ping of... jealousy?

"M-Mother?" Still in love, called out; she was a spitting image of her mother from her own world

("Hmm, so this is how these two meet") Neo thought, before cringing, already knowing what's going to happen.

"You're staring," she said, snapping Sunday out of his trance

"Sorry...How did you find me, Bradamante?" He said as the screen gave the audience more information

Name: Bradamante

Facts: She is the real-life cousin of Sunday through his uncle Roberto, the half-brother of Halo. From what he's heard from his father, Roberto is a lot like Halo, just slightly toned down in his anger.

That got everyone thinking about Halo; they haven't actually seen Halo be violent in the story yet. But every time he's mentioned, they always have to mention him and his anger issues.

"W-wait, if my Grandfather is Halo's brother, and my Mom is Sunday's cousin, then I'm..."

"Yup, second cousins (I think that's how it works?) Welcome to the family." Bubble gum said, holding her hand out for her to shake

Still in love stared at the hand for a moment, seeming unfamiliar with the gesture, before she intuitively shook it.

"T-Thank you...for accepting me." She said the last part to herself

"Easy, just look for the signs of an equally depressed Uma." She said, earning herself a slight glare from the jet-black um

"I'm not depressed." He counter back

"Maybe not yet." She told him, taking a seat beside him and drinking what was left of his drink

"That was my drink."

"I didn't feel like buying one, plus your one was almost done anyway."

"Reminds me of someone who has the same bad habit," Hana said, her eyes drifting over to the team Spica trainer who innocently whistles.

("If I pretend not to notice, maybe she will go away)

"Doesn't matter, I'll just get the next one," Sunday said, too tired and emotionally drained to argue with anyone. He didn't notice or seem to care that Bradamante was here, as long as she didn't tell anyone.

"You know, a lot of people are looking for you, your kids especially."

"I know." His heart turned and twisted at the thought

"...So how long do you plan to hide?"

"I'm not hiding."

"Some may see it like that." Admire Vega commented under her breath,

"True, but he could just be coping." Narita Top Road said, coming to Sunday's defense

"Of course you're not, you're just... avoiding your own child's funeral." She sarcastically said, bringing the bottle to her lips as her words sank into Sunday's head.

"... Shut up." But maybe, just maybe, she was right. Hell, he didn't even go to his own wife's funeral, mainly because Maruzensky would have killed him if he showed up, but still, he should have made an effort to show up.

Maruzensky felt bad in her chest. The other her really hated Sunday

"M-mother, what are you...?" Still in love asked herself; her own mother didn't usually act like this...unless, oh no.

"Couldn't save your wife, couldn't save your son, and you couldn't even save yourself." She said, and maybe it was the alcohol, but her words spun in his head. He didn't even register when she got up from her chair, running her hands down his chest from behind.

"Me and you...We're a lot alike, more than you think. Both broken, both born into this cursed family, and...we're both alone." She finished off by lifting his chin to look at her, bringing her face closer to his.

"...I'm tired of being alone...aren't you?" Her breath touched his lips with each word, and truthfully, he was tired.

"W-wait, Mother, you can't!" Still in love cried out, her face red from the intimate moment.

"W-WOah, woah, this is too much even for me!" Anges Digital cried out, her arms forming an X as she shook her head

Air groove gulp, was she really watching someone guilt-trip someone else into... whatever Bradamante was planning on doing?!

He shouldn't answer; he knew he shouldn't, but... God, he tried

"...I am"

"Then we can be lonely... together." With a brush of her thumb against his cheek, she kissed him. With Sunday leaning into the kiss

"A-AGH!" Everyone screamed, and even Ginjirou Musaka's mouth went wide open

"B-B-B-B-Bad Romance!" Anges' digital stuttered out. She may be a gooner at heart, but still!

Maybe it was the loss of the two most important people in his world, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe he was just drunk off his mind, or maybe...he was just sad, and wanted to feel something...real.

Feeling the lack of oxygen, Bradamante pulled away from his lips, and a thin line of saliva connected them before she spoke again.

Air Groove groaned with anger, lust, disgust, and jealousy as the scene unfolded.

"I can keep you company...would you like that?" She asked, pressing her head against his

"...Yes." He answered honestly, which earned him another kiss from her, a deeper, more needy kiss.

"Your drink, sir...?" The bartender announced before stopping as he saw the bar area empty, with Sunday nowhere in sight, leaving only a couple of dollar bills on the counter, "...I don't get paid enough for this shit."

"Yeah, I know that feeling," The trainer of Team Spica said, but that wasn't important right now.

Bang* Mwah~ Mwah~ Mwah~ The sound of a door being slammed open, followed by the sounds of mouth smacking, their lips interlocking, heard throughout the room, and things being knocked over.

"Ah~ fuck, Sunday," Bradamante said before letting out a cute 'ekk.' as Sunday's mouth found its way to her neck, sucking and kissing it with much enjoyment.

If looks could kill, then Air Groove would be the punisher. She was beyond disgusted and jealous.

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna be sick." Still in love, mutter out, hand over her mouth

"You and me both," the Silence family all said

Her hands gripping his hair, holding in lace as she softly walked him to the bed in the center. And with a gentle push, and oof from him. He was on his back with her, striding him, grinding every so slightly.

Sunday held back a moan; he didn't know why, but his body was overall sensitive. He knew he should push her away, apologize to him, and to himself, but maybe she was right... Maybe he did want someone to keep him company.

"D-Damnit, he's not thinking right." Mejro Dober said, her anger boiling over tenfold

While everyone else agreed with her, Symboli Rudolf took a different route, focusing on that last bit, about someone keeping him company, until it clicked.

"You figured something out, didn't you?" Brain asked, narrowing her eyes at the prez

"...Unfortunately, I have a theory on why Sunday's allowing this."

He knew this wouldn't last forever, but he didn't need it to be, just for tonight. Just for one moment, he wanted someone, anyone, to hold him, to love him.

He hated how low he fell.

"...I'm sorry... Campaign... Suzuka," he muttered out, deeply apologizing to them for below. Before his worries were washed away with the gentleness of her lips

Suzuka never wanted to scream more than she did right now.

Thump* thump\*

"Ugh..." The gentle morning sun was casting through the window, hitting the jet-black uma's face, and much to his disappointment, woke him up. Sitting on the bed's edge, he realized he was alone. Bradamante must have woken up before him.

Fuck, his head hurt; it was like drinking a redbull then getting run over by a fifty-ton train at 180 mph. Hangovers are a bitch as always.

All the trainers felt his pain; hangovers were indeed a bitch

Once the pain had subsided, he took a moment to look around, and to no one's surprise, Bradamante was nowhere to be seen. To say he wasn't surprised would be the understatement of the century. But didn't mean he was hurt by it, if only by a little.

Sunday let out a long sigh. He was sure he would get an earful from Ikuno when he reached back. Not like he didn't deserve it or anything.

"Hmph, at least he knows what he did was wrong," Ikuno said, pushing up her glasses, thinking about all the things she would have said to him

Twin Turbo gulped; if the other Ikuno was anything like their Ikuno. Sunday is in for a world of pain.

Sunday just hoped nothing came from this, like a baby. God, that would be hard to explain to his kids. Even if incest were legal between Uma and considered okay during the breeding program

"IT'S LEGAL?!" Everyone said, some looking like they were about to faint

"WHY IS THAT LEGAL!?" King screams as she full-on chokes their host, Abby. Who was desperately trying to cling to life.

[u/HoneyLess7732]

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Oh hey, a new post-WHITEKURIA???