.:. Party Disasters .:.
.:. Chapter Two .:.
'Is that…? No way!'
'Who knew an idol would be at this party!'
'C'mon, I wanna watch!'
Shu welcomed the silence that surrounded him as the sound of the squealing girls huddled around the sofa gradually diminished as they investigated the familiar singing voice of Kou Mukami.
He was glad.
Finally some peace and quiet.
Well, not really quiet… the rowdy party was still ongoing, much to his displeasure. But it was quieter than before. How he despised noisy, screeching girls.
The blonde was in the process of dozing off once more, but the sound of the crowd yelling somebody else's name made his ears perk.
'Mari! Mari! Mari!'
Shu sighed.
What had that troublesome woman done now? Perhaps he shouldn't have allowed her to chase after Kanato earlier. Honestly, what a bother this was turning out to be. He secretly hoped that Reiji would hurry up and return to the mansion. He would put an end to the noise, allowing him to sleep in peace.
He plucked his earphones out and rose sluggishly from the sofa, deciding to investigate. Once he arrived in the foyer, however, his eyes widened at the sight, a lazy smirk on his lips.
Mari had two bottles of wine in her hand – which, he recognised to be Reiji's ridiculously expensive French champagne – that fizzed with compression, spraying foam in every direction. Her hair was tangled in confetti and party poppers, strands damp from the spray.
But what she was actually doing made him chuckle.
Perhaps she wasn't lying when she said she couldn't ballroom dance, but she certainly could dance in one way or another.
What a pervert.
He chuckled further when he caught sight of Subaru's mortified face in the crowd. The opportunity was far too great not to take advantage of.
"Heh. Subaru… I never knew you enjoyed Kou's music," the elder teased. The subject of the torment spun around, eyes narrowed.
"W-What?" he stuttered, flustered. "Are you fucking kidding me? Look at that idiot!" he gestured to the stage, lips pulled into a scowl. Shu raised his eyebrows. He couldn't decipher which 'idiot' his brother was referring to.
"Tch." Subaru's hands balled into fists. "Mari, obviously! Shit… look at how fucking reckless she's being!"
"That woman really is shameless…" he smirked. "Though, I think I know who the real pervert is here…"
Subaru cursed, cheeks scarlet at his brother's assumption. "S-Shut up, bastard! L-Like I'm here to watch… to watch that! I'm here because she's fucking drunk and could fall off the damn stage!"
"…Drunk?" Shu raised his eyebrows, exhaling. "She will be troublesome in the morning…"
The two of them returned their attention to the stage. Shu watched with amusement while Subaru remained mortified. Kou had given up on singing and the back-up-track was left playing in the background. Mari had whined for Kou to hand her the microphone so she could sing, but it was disastrous.
She didn't know the lyrics – even though she insisted that she did – and soon enough, through the pressure of the booing crowd, Kou managed to pry the microphone out of the drunken girl's hands.
Now they were dancing, again.
The idol's hands were on her hips, grazing up her sides and back down; past her hips. Subaru growled at where his hands were not-so-innocently placed. Mari didn't seem fazed, however. Her arms were locked around his neck, their bodies pressed together as they moved to the music.
Shu gathered that if it wasn't for Kou's – ahem, tight hold – then she would be a sprawled mess on the floor by now. Still, he found the concept of the easily embarrassed, clumsy, innocent-minded woman dancing in such a provocative manner the utmost entertainment.
"Yooo~" Ayato bounded up to the duo – cheerfully drunk – with yet another beer clasped between his fingers. The crown on his head was crooked, cape full of unidentifiable stains, shirt crumbled and a hot-pink lipstick mark on his neck.
Shu and Subaru didn't acknowledge their brother, gaze still fixed on the stage. Ayato frowned at the lack of attention and followed their line of sight, grinning. "Huh? Who's that? She's hot."
Their eyes widened at the comment and Shu stifled a laugh. Meanwhile, Subaru was gawking, darting his head between the red-head and the uncharacteristic Mari. Subaru knew Ayato to be a lot of things, but he doubted incestuous was one of them.
This whole night was a complete and utter fucking disaster.
Eventually, Ayato clocked on to whom the person was and he flinched with disgust.
"P-Pancake?! W-What the hell!"
"Well, well~" Laito joined them soon after, a girl clutching onto each arm. "So you two are enjoying the party after all? Fufu. I knew you would!" his eyes scanned the room, eyebrows furrowed. "Hm~ but have any of you seen Bitch-chan? Last time I saw her she was with… Kou!" he pointed to the blonde idol on the stage who was still dancing with the inky-haired girl.
Laito tilted his head in interest. "Ah~ but who is that? How cute!"
"You… you fucking pervert," Subaru got out through gritted teeth. "That's the fucking idiot. That bastard Mukami… he's got some fucking nerve… he's doing it on purpose and it's pissing me off!"
The youngest snatched Ayato's now-empty-beer-bottle and threw it at the wall. Ayato narrowed his eyes, but the youngest paid no mind and continued to glower at the stage. He was creating wonderful scenarios in his head where the blonde Mukami would brutally meet his end. Knives, dungeons and Ayato's Iron Maiden laden with spikes were of some.
"Ah? Little sister…?" Laito's mouth formed an 'o' shape before he laughed. "Fufu. Who knew she had it in her all along! Perhaps she has my genes after all, ne?" His reaction shocked the other three, but what did they expect? Salacious was probably his middle name. "It's that dress," he continued, smirking. "I am taking full responsibility!"
"That's it, I'm dragging her off that fucking stage."
Evidentially, Subaru's brutal fantasies were not enough to satisfy his rage, as he was already pushing his way through the crowds.
Laito pouted. "Trust Subaru-kun to spoil all of the fun~"
"Shut the fuck up, you perverted bastard!"
Without another word, the youngest disappeared among the students. But barely a moment after Subaru's departure, Ruki wandered onto the scene, wearing his usual pretentious smirk.
"The girl is uncontrollable," Ruki noted, eyeing the stage with disapproval. "Perhaps you should keep a closer eye on her. Though," a sly grin played on his lips as he eyed each of the present vampires. "We would be more than happy to babysit for you, Sakamaki."
"'Babysit'?!" Ayato yelled. "Who the hell even invited you creeps here?"
Ruki sighed in an I'm-Too-Good-To-Deal-With-Your-Stupidity kind of way. "You were foolish enough to invite the entire school, what did you expect? That we wouldn't come? I regret to inform you, Sakamaki, but the four of us are indeed present in the percentage of the whole school. Our invite is valid."
The red-head frowned and placed his hands on his hips. "Oi! Yours Truly is the one who set this thing up and Yours Truly is the only one in charge of invites! Therefore… you ain't invited!"
"Sometimes I wonder whether there is a brain inside of that skull, Sakamaki. Honestly…" Ruki shook his head and started to walk away, leaving Ayato cursing obscenities in his wake.
All of a sudden, the room erupted into loud, protesting boo's. The eldest Mukami stopped in his tracks while the other three snapped their heads towards the stage and saw Mari slung over Subaru's shoulder.
The drunken-girl was musing Subaru's hair, singing – slurring – some unknown lyrics to a song and kicking her legs, giving some unfortunate – or perhaps, lucky people – behind her a lovely view of her underwear. Meanwhile Subaru wasn't so carefree. He growled in anger, spinning around to face the crowd with a number of girls near the front flinching back in fright.
"SHUT UP! YOU WON'T BE FUCKING BOOING WHEN MY FIST IS IN YOUR THROAT!"
Surprisingly, the booing was silenced by the youngest.
The white-haired vampire stormed past the rest of the group, muttering curses under his breath while Mari giggled something about polar bears. Ruki eyed Shu, Ayato, Laito and the spot where Subaru had just departed, flipping his hair back.
"You Sakamaki's never fail to impress with your guardianship," Ruki sardonically commented. "Let me know when you're ready to hand her over to us. She could benefit from some discipline."
With that, Ruki turned on his heel, Ayato following close behind him with a number of insults rolling from the tip of his tongue.
.:.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Subaru forcefully removed the occupants from the table, placing the disorientated Mari onto one of the seats.
"Oi, idiot. I'm over here," Subaru frowned at her inability to focus. To her, his face – or faces – was a fuzzy, white, jumble. "Tch. Stay put, or else," he warned. "I'm getting you some water. You need to sober up. I'm not putting up with your shit all night. You so as much move a limb, and I'll be forced to do something drastic."
To torment him further, she looked him in the eye and flailed her arms.
"Hehe~ what are you gonna do?" she slurred, almost falling from the chair as she continued to flap her arms. "Bite me?" she staged a gasp, slapping her hands over her mouth. "Well, you are a polar bear!"
Subaru made a noise of frustration, pulling at his white-polar-bear-strands.
The idiot was hopeless.
"I'll end up doing a whole lot fucking more than biting," he grumbled. "What a damn idiot." Giving her a warning glare, he pushed his way over towards the sink to fill up a glass.
On the other end of the kitchen, Mari was struggling to sit upright in the chair. After a few moments, she deemed it futile and allowed her body to flop sideways from the seat, legs wrapping around the underneath. Giggling, she admired the sight of the upside-down-kitchen.
Although she couldn't decipher any features, a tall silhouette with brown hair lingered in her line of sight. She guessed that it was the only Mukami she hadn't interacted with tonight.
Yuma had no difficulty in the crowds, and he certainly had no difficulty in rooting through the top cupboards. What was he looking for? Bored, she decided to grab his attention.
"Hey~" she pressed her palms against the cold ceramic tile, "what are you trying to steal~?"
"Huh. It's you, Sow," he greeted absentmindedly, not turning around as he continued his efforts in filtering out the cupboards. "Seriously… where the hell are the sugar cubes in this place?"
"Not telling~ it's one of the Sakamaki secrets, y'know?"
"Ah, don't matter. Got 'em."
He plucked out a bag from one of the top left-hand cupboards, popping one in his mouth. When he finally turned around, the second sugar cube he was about to crunch froze. Mari gave him a goofy-grin and he let out a beat of laughter. "What the hell you playing at, Sow?"
Mari giggled as he made his way towards her. Crouching down, he popped a sugar cube into her mouth. Startled, she immediately began to choke due to her upside-down-position.
"Shouldn't 'ave done that," he frowned, tossing her over his shoulder. He whacked her back and she managed to cough out the granule that lodged itself in her throat. Yuma's chest vibrated as he chuckled. "Heh. You're a lot more out of it that usual."
Without an explanation, he wandered out of the kitchen with Mari ungracefully thrown over his shoulder.
Unluckily for Subaru, he made his way back over to the table seconds later to find that the girl had disappeared. He smashed the glass in his grasp with anger at the vacant chair in front of him.
"You have to be fucking kidding me."
.:.
Reiji burst through the front door, arms folded and eyes glinting with fury.
He couldn't believe that Ayato had gone against his wishes and carried on with this forbidden event.
No.
He could believe it.
It was Ayato.
No amount of discipline would tame his stupidity or recklessness.
But to lie about an arrangement with their father… he didn't think he had ever been more furious. Perhaps he had been more furious with Shu at one time or another, but the sight before him didn't waver the amount of disrespect and anger he was experiencing.
When he eventually managed to remove the entire school from the house, he would have to have a long chat with him.
Suddenly, one of the Mukami's passed him with what appeared to be a half-dressed, unconscious Mari slung over his shoulder. Reiji pinched the bridge of his nose. What had that idiotic girl gotten herself muddled up in now? It seemed that he would have to have another long chat with Laito concerning the appropriate dress for a lady.
Though by the looks of it, it appeared that the percentage of ladies present was nil.
"Reiji," Yuma greeted with a nod.
He noticed Mari's eyes instantly snap open with the mentioning of his name. Even though they were defocused, the sheer panic glinting within them was clear.
"REIJI?!" Her voice was frantic, but Yuma had already walked past him and into another room.
His anger was building the more he took in the state of the house.
Frankly, he was appalled.
He believed the house to be in a worse condition than if there were one hundred duplicates of Subaru. He needed to locate Ayato; but that wouldn't prove an easy task considering the vast amount of people. It appeared that – like everything – he would have to put an end to this party himself.
"EVERYBODY GET OUT RIGHT THIS INSTANT! OUT! OUT! OUT!" His eye twitched, and for once, he didn't make any effort to straighten his tie. "AYATO, A WORD!"
The room was immediately silenced by the second son and people started to separate themselves to reveal the red-headed culprit.
Ayato was stood near the stairs, with a face as guilty as sin.
"Reiji?" His eyes were wide as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Heh… you're back early…"