Dedicated to Yuki Minamoto, even though this isn't what she requested. This is the apology fic I wrote for her. Her requested fic will be coming shortly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy Type-0. And this was written before the actual game came out. If I owned the said game, part of the game would be a dating sim and the fic I'm about to write would probably happen game-wise.

Prelude

Saturday Afternoon – The Day After –

Kurasame stared down each one of his students, who were lined up in front of his desk. Each one fidgeted in their respective spots, their gazes to the floor.

Ace was scratching the back of his neck, his hair disheveled. His expression was tired as if he had a lack of sleep. Beside him, Deuce was clinging to his arm, her head resting on his shoulder and sound asleep.

Trey looked uncomfortable as if he was going to run to the bathroom anytime soon; he looked quite sick. Then, Cater was glaring at Trey, her expression saying something along the lines of 'if you puke on me, you'd dead'.

Cinque was just a hot mess, her makeup running and her cheeks tear-stained as if she had been crying hysterically. And next to her, Sice was…SMILING. What the hell was the world coming to?

Seven yawned and rubbed her tired eyes, before leaning on Eight, who shrugged her off. Seven proceeded to pass out on the floor. No one dared to move to help her up as she began snoring.

And then, Kurasame's eyes fell on Nine. Of course, it would be him.

This particular blonde, at first glance, looked the same as always – unkempt hair, uniform blazer open and un-buckled, but Kurasame noticed the stupid aviator glasses covering his eyes and bite marks all over the base of his neck. Their instructor cocked an eyebrow and glanced over to his pet Tonberry, who pretty much shrugged.

Returning to his students, Kurasame stared at Jack, who was more nervous than usual. He was jumpy. And then beside the usually cheery swordsman, the Class President stood in a slight daze with reddened cheeks and similar bite marks on her neck. He could put two and two together.

Next to Queen was…King.

Wait, what? Where was-? Kurasame glanced to the floor, where King was kneeling and mumbling to himself that he was failure, how he was trash. Curiously, the Icy Blade of Death, Instructor Kurasame, folded his arms and asked the dread questions to his students.

"What do you all do last night?"

The students who were relatively conscious blinked and lifted a finger to point at Nine. "IT WAS ALL HIS IDEA."

Kurasame chuckled. Of course, it would be the class idiot.

"Guys, shut up! I have a massive headache from this morning." Nine complained.

"Liar!" cried Ace. "You were giving us a massive headache earlier, kicking us out of the guy's room to have happy time with-"

"ACE, YOU ARE NOT HELPING WITH THE HEADACHES." Cater shouted.

And people who ere asleep did not stir. Everyone else winced at shot-gun girl's volume – which was completely unnecessary.

"What?" Kurasame asked, knowing full well what that could have meant.

"Okay, this is what happened this morning." Eight began to explain.

Saturday Morning – the Day After, Right Before the Prefects Found Everyone –

Ace and Eight were still semi-normal when dawn broke. Shot glasses and red party cups were on every table in their common room. Various bottles of alcohol were found in various places. Deuce and Seven were passed out on one of the couches. Sice was laughing at King while King sat in the corner, being a bit emo.

Cinque had passed out on her way up the stairs to the girl's side of the dorm. Trey – Ace & Eight assumed – had passed out in the guy's bathroom. Meanwhile, the Class President and Idiot had disappeared somewhere.

"Do you think she's…lecturing him on alcohol abuse?"

"No, I think it's about smuggling alcohol into school grounds."

Ace and Eight looked at each other before a light bulb lit in their heads. "Wanna go eavesdrop?"

Okay, the alcohol was slightly talking, but they were curious. On their way up to the boy's side, they heard noises – not just any noises, but…highly sexual noises. Ace and Eight looked at each other, color draining from their faces.

Just no way.

It couldn't be.

Against their better judgment, they burst through the door and found exactly what they thought: Nine on top of Queen, sans clothes and drenched in sweat, with a mere blanket covering up the lower half of Nine's back.

"HOLY MAKER. FAL'CIE DAMMIT."

"NEVER WANT TO SEE THAT EVER AGAIN."

"You are such a cockblock sometimes." Nine commented, not so upset about being interrupted earlier that morning.

"You NEED a cockblock sometimes." Ace shot back.

"Unfortunately, his cockblock became his-" Trey was cut off by Kurasame.

"Back to the matter at hand, I need to know what exactly what you all did. That way, I can find an appropriate punishment for all of you." Their instructor shook his head, sighing. "Who wants to start?"

Inspired by Yuki Minamoto's A Teacher's Plight: Nine and the snippet below.

"The dorms we live in aren't for partying..."

Nine scoffed loudly, causing Kurasame to wonder curiously on what these kids did after their classes were done.

WARNING: This may resemble a typical college dorm party. And there will be lots of stupid references; if you don't know them, it's okay. So read at your own risk. And don't say I didn't warn you. And I really hope I don't have to up the rating for certain very faint implications of certain things. Now, enjoy. Or cringe due to OOC-ness.

Soooo what did you guys think? Hope you enjoyed this.