A/N: hello everyone!

So this story will only span four chapters and will revolve around my OC, the Sakamaki's and the Mukami's.

Also, as my OC is derived from my main story, her relations to the brothers are mentioned (for clarification, she is the younger sister of the triplets and is unrelated to the other brothers). But as this is a side story and completely unrelated, this can be read on its own without any further knowledge.

Warning: this story does feature underage drinking (I'm British so it's younger to drink here than say in America, but the principle still applies) so just a warning in case you are offended by the topics mentioned. I'm hoping to portray the slightly humorous side to alcohol even though I'm aware that it's a dangerous and addictive substance if abused.

Disclaimer: I do not own Diabolik Lovers or any of it's characters.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy "Party Disasters"!

allyelle~

.:. Party Disasters .:.

.:. Chapter One .:.

"Let me get this straight," Reiji pushed up his glasses, narrowed eyes swirling with disapproval at the red-head stood before him. "You invited the whole school to this house. Further clarified as the whole school filled with humans to a house filled with vampires."

Ayato rubbed the back of his neck, eyes scurrying around the room in avoidance.

"…Yeah," he admitted, posture suddenly turning defensive. "But listen here! Yours Truly didn't mean to invite the whole school! It's Pancake's fault–"

Reiji sighed in exasperation. He idly paid mind to Ayato's slack, improper tie, and immediately he straightened his own. He wondered how on earth he could be related to a bunch of careless, fractious, ill-mannered individuals.

"Do not try and push the blame of your idiocy onto others, Ayato. You have done countless stupid things over the years, but let me tell you, this is by far the most witless. This event cannot take place," his tone admitted a sense of finality, "I forbid it."

The perpetrator of the event clenched his fists in outrage.

"Oi, tableware freak!" he inched closer to his brother's desk, pointing his finger accusingly. "Just listen, would you? Yours Truly didn't start this!"

Even though he was attempting to fight for his case, the mischievous grin plastered on his face already judged him guilty. "Though… a party would be awesome~"

"Sometimes I wonder if you listen to anything that comes out of my mouth," Reiji's voice was edged with defeat. Ayato opened his mouth to respond, but it snapped shut with the elder's stern glare. "Rhetorical, so your response is not needed. But I will clarify again. No. Party. However, as I know that you will not leave me in peace until you have rendered your case, I will listen to your foolish explanation. Go on."

Ayato slumped down into the leather-cushioned seat opposite the desk. He leaned his fist against his cheek, expression bored, like a troublesome child called into the principal's office.

"It started on Monday…"

.:.

It was a typical Monday morning at Ryoutei Academy, and the hallways were bustling with tired pupils making their journey to class. Through the blur of black, white and burgundy, Ayato and Mari could be seen pushing and shoving their way through the crowds, towards their usual Food Prep class.

"Oi, Pancake," at the sound of her demanding nickname, the girls head snapped towards him. "Wouldn't it be fun if we had a fancy dress party?"

Her nose crinkled in confusion. "That's a little random," she hummed with thought before continuing, "I doubt Reiji would allow it."

Ayato rolled his eyes and scoffed. His whole household was made up of the following attributes: lazy, hysterical, perverted, angry, and of course, do-gooders. Why couldn't everyone be fun-loving like Yours Truly? Ridiculous.

"Who cares about him?" He elbowed her, voice irritated at her unenthusiastic response. "Jeez, it would be fun! We could force the others into some stupid costumes... and, hey!" his green eyes brightened, "It'd give Yours Truly an excuse to eat shed loads of takayoki!"

Mari rolled her eyes at his idea; she wasn't convinced. That's not to say she didn't see the 'fun-factor' that a party would undoubtedly bring, but she didn't approve of Ayato's reasoning for the event. Takayoki and laughing at others embarrassment? Then there was Reiji. The very thought of his reaction made a shiver run up her spine.

"A fancy dress party, you say?" she humoured him, unwilling to be on the receiving end to anymore of his infantile protests. "At the house? It seems a little–"

But she was soon interrupted by the sudden silence that consumed the hall.

Did she say those words too loud?

Oh. No.

"HEY EVERYBODY! DID YOU HEAR THAT? A PARTY AT SAKAMAKI'S PLACE!"

"No! Wait–!"

Her protests went ignored as the whole corridor erupted into excited chatter.

Her stomach dropped, face paling. How would they cancel an event that isn't happening? The two siblings shared a glance; Mari's full of worry, Ayato's full of cheer.

"Ha!" Ayato laughed, patting her on the back. She nearly toppled over due to the weakness in her knees at the thought of the upcoming, irreversible disaster. "Way to go, Pancake! Looks like the party is on, huh? Yours Truly is innocent this time!"

She ran her fingers through her hair, face frozen in horror. "Reiji's going to be… he's going to be–"

"Mad, I know!" Ayato finished.

It seemed that the more upbeat he became, the more her despondency grew. It was like he was draining every last drop of hope, freedom and happiness from her.

Perhaps he was.

After all, Reiji was going to kill them.

Numb, she hardly registered Ayato dragging her by the arm into the classroom, rattling on about all of his ridiculous, over-the-top and possibly fatal ideas for the party.

She knew that this was going to be a disaster.

.:.

"See?" Ayato rose from the chair, hands on his hips and a devilish grin locked on his lips. "This ain't Yours Truly's fault!"

"You are both to blame for your complete and utter misconduct," Reiji hummed with thought, fingers tapping against the mahogany. "However, given the opportunity, I am sure that she would have cancelled the event. You, meanwhile… would not have. It is easy to see whom is more at fault. You, Ayato, suggested such a foolish event in the beginning."

Ayato scowled, folding his arms. "Whatever. There's no way that this party is being cancelled. Have fun trying, tableware freak!" With a challenging smirk, he spun on his heel and vanished from the room.

Reiji stood abruptly, palms pressed down against the desk. "Ayato! You were not dismissed–!"

Once he realised that the red-head would make no such return to be scolded on the importance of manners and propriety, he sat back down and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What on earth am I going to do about this?"

.:.

It was just past twelve on a Friday night when Subaru and Mari returned from school. They had been studying for the upcoming exams – well, Mari had been; Subaru had spent the night complaining and sleeping, mostly. Nevertheless, they were glad to be home for the weekend.

Or so they thought.

They pushed open the heavy, metal gates, but the usually quiet house was humming with noise. All of the windows were illuminated with light, the front door ajar with the odd person stumbling out into the night. The duo exchanged a glance; Subaru's face was marled with irritation and confusion, Mari's once again, was worried.

Quickening their pace towards the house and bursting through the doors, their eyes widened at the sight before them.

Not an inch of space was vacant in the foyer. Hundreds upon hundreds of students could be seen in their choice of fancy dress costumes: the boys varying from vampires to mummies, whereas the girls were mostly half dressed, in disguises of nurses or... well, Mari couldn't tell what some of them were.

But clearly it was an excuse to show some skin.

Apart from the bustling, rowdy atmosphere, the house was a mess. Empty cups, half-filled bottles, broken glasses and mass amounts of spillages were evident on the tables and on the floor. Balloons in multitudes of rainbow colours bobbed afloat among the crowds, with the odd person whacking them so they wouldn't drift to the ground. The stairway was adorned in a disarray of party poppers, while on the landing there was deafening music drummed out from obnoxiously clunky speakers.

"Who… who the fuck is responsible for this?!" Subaru's fist collided with the wall, causing several girls nearby to shriek and jump at the outburst.

Usually, Mari would also have flinched at the youngest's temper, but she was too preoccupied. "I… I cannot believe this actually happened…" her eyes scanned the room, filtering the vast amount of people in search for a scarlet head. "I need to find Ayato… and fast."

The youngest directed his anger onto the dark-haired girl in front of him. "…You're telling me that you fucking know about this?"

She gave him a sheepish smile. "We kind of… accidentally…"

But she was saved from answering when the hatted triplet bounded up to the duo, wearing his usual cheerful expression. However, what he was actually wearing made a smile creep up onto her face.

A vampire.

Could he be any more cliché?

"Whoa! Bitch-chan~" without warning, he thrusted a bundle of folded black clothes into her arms. Mari eyed them skeptically. "Go and get changed!" Laito ordered. "You can't be at a costume party with no costume! Also, if you fail to come down with it on… Fufu, well~ I'll have to take extreme measures! Go! You two are already late!"

Laito turned his attention to Subaru. "Ah, Subaru-kun! You too! Your clothes are on your coffin…"

Subaru narrowed his eyes, expression souring. "Fuck that. Like I'm even getting involved in something as worthless as this." Giving them both one last disapproving look, he stalked off in the direction of his bedroom. Mari sighed, turning her attention towards her brother.

"Laito, I swear… if I come down those stairs looking like a prostitute," she gestured to the bundle of clothes in her arms, "I won't hesitate to rip your throat out. Got it?"

She smiled sweetly, but his face was devoid of expression, until it suddenly stretched into a goofy grin.

"Somebody's been spending too much time with Subaru-kun, hm~ Bitch-chan? Ah, well," Laito hummed in mock defeat, "I will be waiting for your attack, little sister~" he winked and vanished into the crowd. Shaking her head, she climbed up the stairs, dodging and weaving her way through the swarms of people.

Pushing open her bedroom door, she gasped at the two strangers occupying her bed.

Mari was horrified.

But they were lucky that it was her who caught them. She couldn't imagine Subaru, Kanato or Reiji doing anything less than murdering them for soiling their sheets. Covering her eyes, she cleared her throat to make her presence known.

"Not to be rude, but please stop copulating and GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

The two of them stumbled and giggled their way out of the room. She hastily slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it to prevent any more unwelcoming visitors while she was changing. But taking a glance at her attire, she may as well have been going downstairs in her underwear.

She inspected the thin piece of black material, which at first she presumed was a halter necked top.

"So this must be the top," she mused to herself, "a little tight but, ah… where are the bottoms?" her eyes widened as she held the garment up against her body. "This… this is a dress?"

Cursing, she studied the other two items that Laito had given her: a pair of black knee high boots and cat ears. So much for not looking like a prostitute.

"This has to be a joke," she raked her fingers though her hair. "I… I can't go down in this!"

Just as Mari was about to storm downstairs and follow through with her earlier promise of ripping his throat out, she remembered his words.

'If you fail to come down with it on, I'll have to take extreme measures!'

She laughed humourlessly.

What would he do? Pin her down and force the dress – or should she say, sock – over her body?

Who was she kidding?

Of course he would.

Sighing, she decided to try the dress on. Perhaps she did look a little odd without a costume. Laito's vampire costume was realistic, which made her question whether the blood running down his chin was real or not.

After she managed to squeeze the tightly fitted dress over her body, she looked in the mirror and self-consciously tugged it down.

God help her if she dropped anything.

Running a brush through her tangled black strands, she fixed the cat ears behind her fringe. Due to her shameless appearance, she decided that she didn't want to be recognised and applied heavy amounts of black eye-shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Her green eyes, at least, looked more striking, and she hoped that it would drag people's eyes away from her attire. As a finishing touch, she applied red lipstick.

Hopefully, no one would recognise her.

She was in the middle of tugging the boots on when her bedroom door swung open.

Didn't she lock it?

Puzzled, she faced the visitor in the doorway and her eyes were met with a flustered Subaru. She wondered if he had witnessed a couple in his room, too.

"Oi, Mari!" he called, ruffling his hair, cheeks stained a lollipop red. "Can… can you believe what I've just fucking seen? Two people, in my coffin–"

His speech was cut abruptly when he met her eyes, face, if possible, redder than before. "U-Uh… I…" he stuttered something incomprehensible before finally uttering a coherent sentence. "I… shit… I… I have to go!" Before Mari could offer a reply, the door slammed shut behind him.

She really wanted to murder Laito for forcing her into this ridiculously obscene get up.

After she made some final tweaks to her appearance – she didn't unexpectedly transform into a nun, for which she was disappointed – she built up the courage to leave the safety of her bedroom. She double checked the locks this time and attempted to put the key into her pocket when she realised that, of course, the dress didn't have any pockets.

Just as she was about to forgive it for its obscenity, it wasn't even practical.

Sighing in frustration, she dropped the key discreetly into the nearest plant pot. She would have to remember where she put them later on or she would have to say hello to the comfort of sleeping in the corridor.

.:.

Her face reddened to the eyes that followed her.

She wanted to disappear. Or for the floor to cave from underneath her, which was another alternative. But she had to find Ayato; it was imperative. Pushing her way through the crowds, whistles and crude comments graced her ears. It took everything within her not to transform into the cat she was supposed to be and claw those lecherous smirks right off of their slimy faces.

But instead, she held her head higher; all she could do was ignore them.

'Is that Mari? Wow, who knew, right?'

'Dude, 'who knew'? Have you seen her? She's hot.'

'Don't worry, she only looks that good because she has money.'

'Hey, wait until her brother's see her! Wait… what? Her brother got her that outfit?!'

'Ayato… isn't that…?'

At the sound of his name, she whipped her body around and spotted the red-headed culprit surrounded by gaggles of girls. She attempted to stifle her laughter at his costume, but it was hopeless.

A king.

But what did she expect?

He was Yours Truly, after all.

Ayato's eyes widened at the sight her and he instantly detached himself from the females, bounding his way over, expression marled with indignation.

"What the hell, Pancake!" he jammed his finger into her collarbone, voice filled with accusation. "Damn it, I'm gonna kill that perverted creep! LAITO!"

Mari waved her hands in an attempt to shush him. "No, don't, be quiet! Where's Reiji?" she twirled her fingers around tresses of hair, anxious eyes darting around the room. "How… how is this party happening?"

Ayato gave her a euphoric grin. "Isn't it great?"

She placed her hands onto her hips and settled her eyes into a warning glare. "No!"

He rolled his eyes, grin faltering at her downbeat attitude. He thought that Reiji was a buzzkill, but maybe she was even worse. "Stop worrying about the stupid things. You need a drink! C'mon, Pancake. Don't be such a bore."

Before she had anytime to protest, she found herself getting dragged towards the kitchen. When she entered the room, the free space was sparse and all of the seats were taken. Awkwardly, she was forced to lean against the counter while Ayato rooted through the fridge.

Mari fiddled with her hands, avoiding everyone's stares. All of a sudden, a dark green bottle was waved in front of her face. Looking up, her eyes were met with Ayato, stood in front of her with several more bottles tucked underneath his arm.

"Drink this," she took the drink from him and sipped it hesitantly. It was bitter, but it wasn't so bad.

After all, she needed a distraction from the inevitable disaster of this party.

"What d'ya think?" Ayato asked her, guzzling down the contents of the bottle. Mari's face twisted. He was going to make himself sick. "We started this after all!" he grinned.

"So this is your party too, now is it? I hope you explain that to Reiji when he's back," she pursed her lips, swirling the contents of the bottle. "Firstly, the noise is ridiculous. Secondly, the mess… don't even get me started on the mess of the house, Ayato."

"Who cares?" he shrugged. "It's great! Anyway… Yours Truly has gotta go and hand these out," his eyes directed downwards to the bottles under his arm. "Ring me or that albino creep if anyone comes near you… that damn outfit… tch." He shook his head, giving the outfit once last disapproving glare before turning away. Mari leapt forwards, grabbing his wrist.

"Ayato! Wait!" he craned his neck. "Where… where's Reiji? How can he not know about this?"

"Hah? Him?" Ayato rolled his eyes. "Quit worrying about stupid things, would you? I told him that the old man wanted to see him, but he's up north somewhere, so we shouldn't be expecting him anytime soon."

Suddenly, Ayato was dragged from the kitchen.

"Stay outta trouble, Pancake!"

Then he was gone.

Mari sighed, wondering what on earth she was going to do now. She felt a rush of reassurance that Reiji wasn't going to burst into the mansion at any moment. However; how long would it take for him to realise that the meeting with his father was fake?

She didn't want to think about the consequences.

Deciding that she would explore the house in the pursuit of a familiar face, she wandered into the living room, instantly spotting a gaggle of girls hoarding around the sofa, giggling and whispering between themselves. Taking a swig of her beer, she walked over to the scene.

"Excuse me, sorry," when she finally squeezed past the crowd, not to her surprise did her eyes meet the lethargic blonde sound asleep. Poking his side, she called his name, urging him to wake.

He didn't stir.

"You won't be able to wake him," one girl from the group chirped, "we've all tried. But he looks so much cuter when he's asleep~!"

Mari tilted her head and pulled his ear phones out. He groaned and flopped his hand over his eyes. "What is it…?" his voice was heavy with sleep, "leave me alone."

"It's only me," he cracked open his eyes, sitting up while the group of girls squealed. A crooked grin latched onto the eldest's face as his eyes raked her frame.

"Heh. How shameless," his tone was suggestive, "you really are a pervert, aren't you?"

Mari's cheeks warmed as she tugged the dress down. "N-No!" she stuttered. "If anyone's the pervert, it's Laito for making me wear it!"

"Still," Shu pondered, "why did you seek me out? Could it be… that you're trying to seduce me? Heh. I can't say that it isn't working…"

The red lipstick was starting to colour-match her cheeks. "D-Don't start assuming such perverse things! It's just that… Ayato is being reckless…" she sighed with defeat. "Yeah, I don't know why I'm here. You're certainly not going to do anything."

"It's so noisy…" he groaned, eyes roaming around the room.

Mari tilted her head. "Why don't you just go to your room, then?"

"Are you offering to join me?" he drawled another one of his lecherous comments and she placed her hands on her hips. She was unwilling to be the subject of anymore perverse torment tonight. "Joking," Shu chuckled, "people are in there anyways… it's troublesome."

She cursed everyone's stupid-rampaging-teenage-hormones and flopped down onto the sofa beside him. The question still remained on how they would ever manage to clean up the mess, and how many invaluable items would be broken.

"This is all my fault," she mumbled. Shu gave her a sideward glance and placed one ear-bud into her ear, popping the other into his own.

Startled, she was about to question his actions, but she found him already in the process of sleep. Suddenly, a loud, shrieking voice echoed around the entrance hall, disrupting the entire party.

"WHO ARE ALL OF YOU FILTHY PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE?! TEDDY, LOOK AT THIS! I WILL KILL THEM ALL!" Without a second thought, she removed the ear-bud and dashed into the hall.

Kanato was making quite the scene, and students were beginning to separate themselves from him; not that Mari blamed them. If she didn't intervene soon, the chances of an actual murder at the event was growing.

"Kanato?" she hesitantly approached and he spun on his heel to face her, eyes narrowed in disgust, fingers turning white from the taut grasp he had on his bear.

"AND YOU!" he started, voice hysterical. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE WEARING? HOW DISGUSTING! YOU LOOK… YOU LOOK…"

But Mari would never know what she looked like as the sound of his cries and sobs suddenly filled the room. She twisted her hands awkwardly, unsure how to deal with the situation.

Luckily, she didn't have to.

"Oi, Pipsqueak!" her head snapped towards Subaru's voice, striding towards her. "Shut up! You're so fucking annoying. Here," he tossed him an abundance of sweets, which Kanato caught with ease, crying subsided. Giggling happily, he left the room while Mari stared at Subaru with a mixture of confusion and gratitude.

"D-Don't think anything of it!" Subaru piped. "It's not like I was being kind! Tch. It was just to shut him up, alright? I didn't fucking do it for you. I did it for the greater good." Without warning, he grabbed her hand and pulled her away. "C'mon, you've been pissing me off all night."

Mari found her voice, eyes glued at the back of his head as she stumbled along in her heels behind him. "What? I haven't spoken to you all night!"

But her reply consisted of silence.

His firm grip tightened around her hand as they reached the back-section of the gardens. She scanned her surroundings; was it possible that outside was messier and more crowded than the inside of the house? Just how many people actually attended the academy?

"Do you know what people are fucking saying about you, hah?" She stared at him blankly, not particularly enthusiastic to hear any of the surrounding salacious gossip. "Idiot, that's what I fucking thought," he shrugged off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. Mari noticed that his cheeks were the same shade as her lipstick.

"It pisses me off!" he growled in frustration, crushing one of the glass bottles underneath his feet, glass shards splayed everywhere. "I knew I should've punched one of those bastards back then… and he was just looking at you!"

"If you are considering punching anyone – not that I'm encouraging violence – you should aim it at Ayato or Laito. Ayato, as it may knock some sense into him, and Laito," she waved a hand over her attire, "as this, is all on him. But, you know," she shrugged, "it doesn't really bother me anymore. I just ignore it."

"You have no fucking self-awareness. It's fucking irritating… shit… have you… have you fucking seen yourself?!"

The harshness of his words affected her, and she lowered her eyes self-consciously to the ground – wait, was that silly string knotted in her heels? "I know it's a little – well, a lot revealing – but I didn't think it was that bad… maybe I'm just used to it."

"Bad?" Subaru frowned, "you look that fucking good that I–" his eyes widened once he realised his slip up, his shocked and mortified expression mirroring the girls who he unwillingly complimented. "Shit. I… I didn't mean to say that! You… you're really pissing me off. Fucking idiot."

Mari smiled bashfully, tugging his jacket to meet her chin. "More importantly," she began, tone anxious, "what are we going to do about this? Shu isn't going to be much help unless he is more active sleep walking… Ayato and Laito… well, let's just say that it will be a miracle if this party ever ends," she sighed, giving the youngest a hopeful look. "Basically, I'm counting on you and Kanato to murder everyone before Reiji gets back."

He grinned wryly. "Great plan, stupid. I wonder what would be more fucking suspicious; a party, or on Monday when there is only seven students."

"Oh, shut up," she rolled her eyes, laughing lightly. "You know I was joking… but I just don't know what to do!" she made a noise of frustration. "Sure, Ayato is taking the blame for the party now, but there is no doubt once Reiji crashes his fun, it will all be my doing."

He scoffed. "I'd say play innocent, but…"

She narrowed her eyes. Yes, she was showing skin. Yes, she closely resembled a prostitute. No, she didn't particularly have a choice in the matter, considering she valued her life over dignity. Besides, she was on par with the other girls' dress-code. Some were that skimpy, she questioned the purpose in clothes at all.

"You're really annoying–" but before she could finish her sentence, one of the leering boys whom took great pleasure in his lecherous comments and catcalling, strode over and kissed her.

Completely caught off guard, she stumbled backwards, back knocking against a table which resulted in more spillages from the plastic cups. As soon as she regained sense, she pushed him backwards, palm readied to slap – but he had already ran away to his cheering friends.

Her eyes searched for Subaru, but then she noticed a white-head in the distance.

There would be at least one confirmed murder tonight.

Draining the beer in her hand, she tossed it over her shoulder, grabbing another half-full one from the table. Why was she behaving so recklessly? Perhaps the tightness of the dress was restricting the blood circulation to her head.

It was doubtful.

But what could she do?

She couldn't drag the whole school out of the house.

.:.

Drink after drink Mari emptied until she eventually lost count.

It had arisen to the point where she couldn't decipher her whereabouts in the house anymore. The staircase was beginning to look suspiciously similar to the steps to the garden and the sofa uncanny to the rug. Her vision was blurry and spinning; mind clouded, undisciplined and strangely carefree. Her limbs were the next to alter; legs heavy and wobbly, while arms were numb and tingling.

Even in her disorientated state, she knew it.

She was drunk.

Just as she was about to collide with the nearest wall – for the countless time, she may add – she felt an arm snake around her waist, steering her away from face-planting the hard surface. Her saviour appeared to her in hazy strokes of yellow – blonde, she deduced, but the curve of their features told her that this wasn't Shu.

"Neko-chan~! Hehe, you nearly walked into the wall!"

"Kou?" she slurred, hands patting his face to confirm his identity. "What are you… doing here…?"

The idol laughed, snatching the almost empty bottle from her grasp. He inspected the drink with raised eyebrows, eyeing the drunken girl with alien curiosity. Mari huffed with impatience, attempting several misjudged swings with her arms to pry the bottle back.

Kou found the situation hilarious and continued to move the bottle just out of reach every time her fingers almost brushed against the glass. Eventually, he handed the drink back to her and she drained it instantly, tossing it away without hesitance, eyes already searching for another.

"Someone's developing an addiction! You're in pretty bad shape, wouldn't you say? Hehe~ but you do look awfully cute tonight – like a kitten!" he straightened her lopsided cat ears. "We've been here all night," he informed her, "I'm glad I finally ran into you!"

She tilted her head, eyeing him like he was some strange, foreign creature. "All… night…?"

"Yes, Livestock," Ruki's voice answered, "we have been here all night. I have to say, this is impressive. I expected worse from you and that Sakamaki." He wasn't looking at her; instead, his gaze concentrated on critically assessing the party.

Mari stumbled over to him, attempting to prod her finger into his chest, but she nearly poked his eye out instead. Ruki latched onto her wrist, raising one slender eyebrow. "Maybe it would… be better if it wasn't so… 'Impressive'," she got out between hiccups, "Ayato is being reckless–"

"–and stupid–"

"–as usual… and I… I don't know what to do!" she continued to poke his chest and he lowered his eyelids in displeasure. Why was he the subject of such drunken lunacy? It was beneath him. "Reiji… Reiji is going to be so mad!" she pulled at her hair in exasperation, resulting in the crooked placement of her cat ears. "You know what will make this better…? A drink."

But before she ventured two strides away, she came face-to-face with the youngest Mukami.

"Hello… Eve…" Azusa gave her a polite smile. He extended out two different kinds of beer bottles, looking at each one for a moment before turning his gaze back to her. "I didn't know… which one… you wanted, so… I got you… both…"

"Y'know," she slurred, grinning. "That was so kind of you, Azusa. I really… really might cry at how sweet that was. Can you two believe it?" her head darted from Kou to Ruki, "he got me two different kinds of beer!"

"Wow, Neko-chan," Kou shook his head, steadying her. "Azusa-kun got you a drink, not a winning lottery ticket! This stuff makes you act strange, huh?"

"What are you talking about? I feel great~!"

She waved the bottles over her head, debating which one to open first. It's not like it mattered. Her good-girl-reputation was out of the window.

With that thought, she popped the lid on them both.

"Say… Eve…" Azusa tilted his head with confusion, picking idly at the blood-stained bandage on his forearm. "You're… acting pretty… strange…"

"Of course she is," Ruki voiced with an irritated sigh. "This is typically the effect of alcohol, Azusa," he gave her girl a once over, unimpressed. "You shouldn't have gotten her anymore… though, Livestock," a crooked, sly grin played on his lips. "It is amusing to see you in such an embarrassing state."

Mari huffed, starting her dramatized finger pointing again. "I'd like to see you like this… Ruki! You'd soon lose… that pretentious smirk!"

"Me?" a beat of laughter left his lips, "No. I would never degrade myself into such a state. Something to do with dignity, I believe."

"We'll see," Mari giggled.

All of a sudden, the heel of her shoe toppled over; taking her along with it. She yelped, sending one of the bottles crashing to the floor.

As Ruki was the closest, he caught her, steadying her back onto her feet. Mari noted that he looked surprised with himself. "I hope you see the outcome of your intoxication now, Livestock. Perhaps this should be an indication to stop. It would be annoying if anything worse happened."

Mari nodded her head, even though she had no inclination to cease drinking. Even though she was still worried about Reiji, the alcohol eased her worries to resemble a dream. Nothing felt real.

"Aw, look!" Kou chuckled, shrugging an arm around her shoulders. "Neko-chan can't even stand! But… nobody said that she can't dance! Let's go~!"

Without waiting for a response, he tugged her away, leaving the drunken girl with full concentration on her out-of-sync feet.

"No…!" she complained, tone whiny and childish, "I don't want to… I don't want to dance… I can't dance!"

"I never knew you could do such a great impression of Kanato-kun, Neko-chan! You're really funny when you're drunk, y'know? Hehe, c'mon! It will be fun~"

As the duo neared closer to the obviously-homemade-stage-and-dance-floor, they come to an abrupt stop at the angered white-haired vampire blocking their path.

"Oi, Mukami!" Subaru's hands were curled into fists, "what the fuck do you think you're doing with her?!"

"Ah~ Subaru-kun," Kou shrugged his arm loosely around her shoulders again, smile challenging. "Here to destroy some more walls?"

"Shut up, bastard!"

"Always so… angry," Mari stepped closer and ruffled his hair. Her actions resulted in Subaru's strands resembling the after-math of an electrocution. "Hehe~" she tilted her head, grinning. "Your hair is so white and fluffy~! Like a polar bear!"

Subaru gave her a look of bemusement. He grabbed her wrist to cease her hair-musing and settled an irritated glare at the blonde vampire in front of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" His gaze switched from Mari to Kou, "have you drugged her or somethin'? I swear, if you–"

"Whoa! Don't go blaming me, polar bear," Kou taunted. "We found her like that. She's drunk, isn't it hilarious?"

"You're drunk? Are you fucking kidding me?" He wasn't sure whether to believe Kou's explanation concerning her strange behaviour, but his doubts were soon discarded when he noticed her defocused eyes and swaying limbs. "Shit, Mari. I fucking leave you for half-an-hour. Tch. What an idiot. C'mon, you need water or something."

"No!" she protested, tugging her arm free. "I wanna dance!"

"But Neko-chan, you were just saying that–"

"I. Want. To. Dance!" she threw her hands into the air, craning her neck to look back at Kou with an enthused grin. "Let's go~! You can sing one of your songs! It's like karaoke, y'know?"

The idol was surprised by the girl's sudden change-of-heart and sudden interest in his songs. Nevertheless, he laughed and complied, giving Subaru a wink. "Later, polar bear~!"

Subaru was beyond irritated.

"Agh! Come back here, you bastard!" He reached out to grab Mari's wrist; but it was too late. The duo had already vanished among the crowds. The youngest cursed, running his fingers through his disgruntled strands. "Damn it… I do not look like a polar bear!"