Arthur's house held the strong scent of alcohol. And of course it did; Arthur lived in a flat above his local pub. He owned it, so his amount of alcohol to consume was unlimited, much to his delight. Sometimes he'd invite his friends for a party in there, and get completely wasted. Last night was one of those nights.
Kiku stirred. He vaguely remembered the night before, where Arthur had offered him a 'British delicacy' which had turned out to be alcohol. Nonetheless, he'd carried on drinking, and rather stupidly. He was now lying, fully-clothed, in a bathtub full of...
Holding in a cry of shock, Kiku felt the red liquid soaking his kimono for the first time. Soon, though, he found that it was too thin to actually be what he'd thought it was. Good, it was only wine.
But it still remained that lying in alcohol was an absurd thing to do, so he got out without further ado.
Blinking drowsily, Kiku felt himself swaying when he walked. He felt sick. Sick, as in he felt as if he was about to throw up right then and there. Despite this, though, he held in the feeling and proceeded to leave the room, despite the fact that he felt somewhat ill.
Almost falling over, Kiku balanced on the bathroom doorframe. How he'd got up here, he hadn't a clue. Hell, he hadn't a clue how Arthur had fooled him into drinking beer. He'd never even tasted it beforehand... Well, he thought, I suppose I should see if there's anyone else here.
Kiku glanced to his left. A door hung ajar. If he listened closely, the Japanese... man could hear mutters. He slipped into the room, finding his two closest friends, Ludwig and Feliciano, hanging around in there.
Ludwig, who had been pacing up and down the room (how, Kiku will never know; what, with the amount of beer he'd drunk the night before), froze on the spot. Feliciano, rolling side to side on Arthur's double bed, also stopped. "Veeeh~ You look so pretty, Kiku?"
"Uhm-" Kiku felt intimidated as well as confused as Ludwig's piercing blue eyes widened.
"Kiku, err..."
"Hai?" Kiku frowned.
Ludwig twiddled his thumbs awkwardly.
"What? Is there something on my face?" queried Kiku.
"Turn around," Ludwig muttered hoarsely.
Doing as he was told, Kiku found a mirror behind him. It was tall enough so he could see from head to toe. At first, apart from a drenched kimono, Kiku thought that he looked fine. Then he found the source of the commotion.
Kiku stirred. He vaguely remembered the night before, where Arthur had offered him a 'British delicacy' which had turned out to be alcohol. Nonetheless, he'd carried on drinking, and rather stupidly. He was now lying, fully-clothed, in a bathtub full of...
Holding in a cry of shock, Kiku felt the red liquid soaking his kimono for the first time. Soon, though, he found that it was too thin to actually be what he'd thought it was. Good, it was only wine.
But it still remained that lying in alcohol was an absurd thing to do, so he got out without further ado.
Blinking drowsily, Kiku felt himself swaying when he walked. He felt sick. Sick, as in he felt as if he was about to throw up right then and there. Despite this, though, he held in the feeling and proceeded to leave the room, despite the fact that he felt somewhat ill.
Almost falling over, Kiku balanced on the bathroom doorframe. How he'd got up here, he hadn't a clue. Hell, he hadn't a clue how Arthur had fooled him into drinking beer. He'd never even tasted it beforehand... Well, he thought, I suppose I should see if there's anyone else here.
Kiku glanced to his left. A door hung ajar. If he listened closely, the Japanese... man could hear mutters. He slipped into the room, finding his two closest friends, Ludwig and Feliciano, hanging around in there.
Ludwig, who had been pacing up and down the room (how, Kiku will never know; what, with the amount of beer he'd drunk the night before), froze on the spot. Feliciano, rolling side to side on Arthur's double bed, also stopped. "Veeeh~ You look so pretty, Kiku?"
"Uhm-" Kiku felt intimidated as well as confused as Ludwig's piercing blue eyes widened.
"Kiku, err..."
"Hai?" Kiku frowned.
Ludwig twiddled his thumbs awkwardly.
"What? Is there something on my face?" queried Kiku.
"Turn around," Ludwig muttered hoarsely.
Doing as he was told, Kiku found a mirror behind him. It was tall enough so he could see from head to toe. At first, apart from a drenched kimono, Kiku thought that he looked fine. Then he found the source of the commotion.
Kiku Honda had, in a matter of hours, become a girl.