A little something I wanted to do!

We're all used to the dark toned IBO fanfics, so far. I wanted a bit of change from that, and here we are.

So here we are, me making a few fun, fluffy, and a few sappy stories while I'm writing up I.B.R.

Now with nothing getting in the way, enjoy a segment of Mikazuki getting drunk and the Tekkadan boiz getting drunk!

It was a weird feeling for him.

He started the day off feeling normal. He could breathe, see, hear, and speak normally, and he felt wide awake throughout the day. Not one bit of laziness crept into his body. Boredom, maybe, but tiredness, not even.

Yet, here he is. Eyes feeling droopy, vision slightly hazy, and the sounds around him were a bit weak. All the yells and the cheers that came from the other drunk Tekkadan family members just ran passed his mind, as if they went through one of his ears and went out the other. His body also felt weary, and he didn't want to move a whole lot. Not even when someone hit his back, ran by him and brushed his shoulder, or screamed in his ear for not participating in the comedic scene he was in. His entire body felt like shutting down.

And unfortunately, his mind was still active. After a few minutes of being able to sober up slightly, Mikazuki turned around to see what he was missing out on.

Chaos.

Pure and utter chaos.

Orga, despite being so level headed just moments before, stood on the table in the middle of the room. One arm wrapped around Eugene and the other around Shino. Just from looking at his flush face, Mika could tell that Orga drank... a lot.

Which. Was. A. Mistake.

Looking past his leader, he could see a few knocked out friends on the wooden floor and tables, a few bruises on some, and others just passing out from drinking. He assumed that the latter few were unconscious thanks to the broken... handle in Orga's hand?

Geh... too drunk to care and decipher what it was.

And from what he could hear, Orga was just rambling out a bunch of indiscernible gibberish. Just how much did he drink?

Sigh...

Unsurprisingly, Shino was far worse. In his available hand was a microphone - which he so happened to be screaming into.

Thankfully, the volume wasn't turned up too high, so his singing(?) was lost in the howls of his other friends. To make things even weirder, he had a smile that was way too disproportionate. Wide as all hell and his lips were in really weird configurations.

Eugene seemed a bit more tame compared to the last two, but he still looked drunk as all hell, and Ride's motionless body being held in his headlock just confirmed his thoughts.

Dante and Chad, even in their drunk state, were having a pretty intense arm wrestle, and people began to surrounded them, cheering them on. He could see that some of them were placing bets in the form of food, currency, or more alcohol.

Of course.

The noise and destruction going on made him wonder how he was able to ignore it all before. Maybe because this was his first time drinking and getting drunk, or maybe he just didn't care about it all that much before.

Thankfully, he wasn't the only tame one in the bar.

Yamagi, Takaki, Biscuit, and surprisingly, Akihiro were all keeping their cool...

...Well, in some ways.

Biscuit wasn't too tipsy, since his face was only somewhat feverish. He was in the corner seat of the bar, doing his best to not get involved. But a couple of people approached him, attempting to get him as drunk as they were. He would occasionally down a shot, but that was all.

The round boy caught him looking at him, and he gave a smile and a small wave, confirming that he wasn't in the same state the other's were. Thank god. A drunk Biscuit was something that he couldn't even begin to visualize.

Yamagi was the most silent among them. He looked completely sober, and he was able to avoid all the disarray going on by hiding under one of the tables. And Takaki was under there with him, but he was... whimpering for some reason.

Akihiro, to his surprise, was one of the few who fell asleep... if he could call it that. His eyes were rolled back, his cheeks were flush against the table, his entire face was slightly red, and drool fell out of his mouth, forming a small pool under his head.

It was incredibly hilarious, considering he was one of the bigger men in their ranks.

Almost got him to chuckle, if it weren't for his drowsiness and the noise.

It was only about two or less hours since they came here, and everyone planned on staying until late night. So he was gonna half to stay in this hell for another few hours.

Just... perfect...

Maybe he should follow Akihiro's example?

The night dragged on, and things only got louder, and everyone got drunker.

And... his mind was a mess now.

He thought that by doing the same thing the buffest teen in the ranks did, that being drinking the shit out of a couple of bottles, then he would be able to fall asleep. Didn't work, and now he's left on a bridge between tiredness and remaining conscious.

At this point, he was begging someone to accidentally, or intentionally, knock him out by any means. Anything to spare him from the suffering he put himself in.

"It's pretty chaotic in here, huh?"

He came back into reality after he almost decided on trying to bang his head on the table to knock himself unconcious. His head turned towards the source of the feminine voice.

"And to think we were here only a few hours ago."

Kudelia.

When did she get here?

Mikazuki shook his head a couple of times and rubbed his temples to try and make his minor migraine leave. It worked a bit, and his vision cleared slightly to view the "princess" in all her glory.

She was smiling awkwardly at him with a single glass of water laid down in front of her.

If he remembered right, both she, Fumitan, Atra, and Dexter left them to travel around the rest of the block.

Speaking of which, the adults that he remembered weren't around. Only the blonde and his closest female friend, who was helping a suffering Akihiro, were the only two among the four that came back.

"This place will be hard to clean once the party's over. I know you're not in the best state of mind, but could you lend a hand when this is all over." she asked, slightly hesitant seeing his flush face and his tired expression.

As much as he wanted rest, the thought of the crew after the party disturbed him. Hangovers, horrible awakenings, and how difficult it would be to help every get out of the bar. It didn't settle well with Mika, and even though he just tried to drink himself into sleeping, he couldn't bear the pain of having to clean up after his group.

He sighed, and took his head off his arms. His head turned towards Kudelia, ready to say a few compliant words.

... But... something was off.

...

...

...

When... when did Kudelia look so... tasty?

He rubbed both of his eyes to see if he was seeing things, but what was before didn't seem like a trick his mind was playing on him. Kudelia's skin seemed to glow when the light bounced off of it, and it looked incredibly soft. Her purple eyes were brighter than a colourful night, and almost got lost in them. Her blond hair was brighter than when he stared at the sun dead on.

He tried to resist a sudden urge within him, but ultimately, he gave into it, and without knowing what he was doing himself, his body moved and his face and was instantly in front of hers.

She was startled at the sudden loss of distance and at Mikazuki's hazy eyes staring into hers. It felt as if he could burn holes in her with just that stare. She wanted to back away from, but his hand reached out to her, and gripped her.

But his grip wasn't tight. It was an incredibly light touch, and combined with his stare, she found her predicament inescapable. Her blush was brighter than his flushed face, and it only grew when his head neared hers.

He slowly brought his head next to hers, and his hot breath ran down her neck, making her quiver against him.

It gave him an odd sense of satisfaction, and her quivering along with her blush only grew when his dragged out words were whispered into her ear, "Hey... I never noticed it until now... and I'm not sure how I didn't... but... you look good. And now I'm wondering..."he paused all of a sudden, making the blonde blink profusely while her shaking ceased.

"Do you taste good...?"

And like that, it all came back full force.

If it wasn't obvious, Kudelia's face was reddened to a greater extent compared to the other drunkards around. Her eyes clenched and she tried hard to ignore the... pleasant feeling of Mika's breathing and his compliments. But both invaded her mind, and she could not stop replying it over and over again.

"W-wait! Mikazuki, what are you doing to Kudelia?" thankfully (or not) Atra, who managed to prevent Akihiro from throwing up upon his awakening, noticed Mika being intimate with her, "Have you gotten drunk too? No wonder you're acting so strange-"

As quickly as it came, the feeling of Mika's breathing and his gentle touch left her, much to her disappointme- relief! Mikazuki immediately backed away from her and in similar fashion he invaded Atra's personal space.

Her response was just about the same as hers, but unlike her, she tried to backed away immediately.

Tried.

Unlike with Kudelia, where she didn't try all that much to back away, Atra was making an actual attempt to get away from him. So instead of the light touch that he used on Kudelia, Mika put a on a firm hold on the back of Atra's head. To make sure she got the message, he slammed his foot onto the bar, and his head hovered above her.

It started with her face being completely blank, but her response to Mika's actions was on a grander scale compared to Kudelia's. Her entire face was a deeper red than her eye, and she was shaking as if she was in the middle of an earthquake.

"I think I should say sorry to you too... Atra." his hand pushed Atra's towards him until their noses touched, nad Atra felt as if she was now been dragged into dangerous territory, "I didn't... appreciate you as much as I should've back then... so I'll make sure to make up for all that lost time."

The younger girl's lips began to tremble and she closed her eyes when the distance between their lips was closing. Her childhood friend's husky breathe bounced off her face, making her even more nervous for what he was about to do.

She was no expert on love or romance, but she didn't need to be one to know about what Mikazuki was going to do

He... he... he was about t-to ki-

*FLOP*

The firm grip that was on the back of her head disappeared, and the warm breath on her mouth was gone. She was confused, and opened her eyes to see why Mikazuki stopped-

"Snore..."

Both of the girl's eyes fell to the floor, and they saw that their would-be kisser was on the ground; mouth agape, eyes closed, and z's coming out of his mouth.

Their anxiousness, while remaining, dissipated, and the they regained the breath that they lost. Without Mika distracting their view and their thoughts, they were able to notice that a lot more people had fallen asleep. THat probably meant that the party was coming to an end.

Even though they shared no words, both of them looked into each other's eyes, and nodded.

'Let's get out of here...'

Everything was left a mess.

Bottles and mugs everywhere and some tables and chairs were wrecked. People were all over the place. On the bar, the tables, the chairs, and the floor. Each and everyone of them asleep, regardless if it was because of exhaustion or drinking too much.

The clean up crew came back to help wake up the members and help the out of the place. Everyone looked drowsy or sick.

Orga, Shino, and Eugene especially.

Kudelia let out a sigh when they were only half way through all the members. They didn't even get to any of the bigger guys yet!

She took one glance at the sleeping Mikazuki, who happened to still be on the floor, and looked away quickly when she recalled what he was about to do to her before. Ever since then, that was the only thing on her mind, and Fumitan would not leave her alone because of her constantly blushing face.

Why? Why was it so hard to get that memory out of her mind? It was Mikazuki Augus in a tipsy state, so this should be forgotten by the both of them

... Well, she had to admit... it wasn't a bad feeling.

'Now, how am I going to get him to drink again?'

And das a wrap. First, I didn't want to publish this or a fake chapter on IBR, cause I know for a fact that people would CRUCIFY me if I did the latter.

And I want to apologize to those who are waiting for an update on IBR. Things are getting in the middle of my schedule and my uploading speed has gotten SLOW.

But, please wait for me! I meant it when I said I wouldn't give up on IBR because it's a story that I REALLY want to develop and look back on when it's finished.

So please wait, and do look forward to new chapters, both here and on Iron Blooded Revolutionary.

Until then, mission accomplished!

See you (hopefully) soon!