Akabayashi rushed toward the door to open it, he didn't have a doubt, it was Shiki and Shiki didn't like to wait more than necessary.
As expected from him, his friend stormed into the appartment without any greeting and frowned.
"It smells weird here. When did you clean for the last time?"
The red head shrugged as if he didn't care.
"Well, guess it's no use asking this to you"
"If I can dare Shiki-san, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to come there"
The latter sublimely ignored his host and sat on the couch.
"What's this bottle? The colour is weird"
"The alcohol I was talking about on the phone"
"You didn't do anything strange with it did you?"
"Of course not, I got it from the bar, the bar. I never saw anything like that so I wanted to try it out"
"Go get the glasses"
Akabayashi chuckled, "You sure doesn't want to loose your time"
"Of course no, I told you we need to talk"
"Yes, yes, as you wish Shiki-san"
Coming back with two small glasses, the red head sat next to Shiki and poured the weird liquid.
The dark haired man took the first sip, ready to make a snarky comment when he suddenly found himself strangely lower, when he turned toward Akabayashi he realized that when he was previously able to make eye contact with him, he now was faced with his shoulders and he had to raise up his head in order to see his face.
The red head eyes were widenning at the sight, somehow, his drinking companion was starting to get smaller, and smaller. He could not believe what he was seeing, how was that even possible? He had witnessed a few surnatural phenomenons but this was more shocking than everything he had ever experienced.
It seemed like his friend was back to his high school self, 17 years old at most, maybe even less.
His face was rounder, his skin seemed smoother, the wrinkles, the scars he was bearing on his face disappeared, but his hairs looked exactly the same, maybe a little messier than usual.
Shiki was examining himself, and as realization hit him he screamed "AKABAYASHIIII, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?"
"It's not me. I swear it's not me" he said vehemently moving his hands and his head and every part of his body in denial.
"Then who is it, Akabayashi?" Smaller or not, the tone of his voice was threatenning.
"Eh, that weird alcohol?"
"And who do you think brought this bottle here?"
"I'll find a way to get you back to your normal self I promise!"
"There's no way in hell I'd trust you ever again"
"Shiki-san please believe me, I am sorry, I have no idea how I'll solve that but I will"
Shiki ignored him.