A/n-
I know it's been a really long time since I've touched this fic, but it wasn't because I lost interest.
I've actually been writing, on and off (more off than on, but you get the idea) a kind of sequel.
So, I'm going to mark this story 'Complete' but that's only because something else equally exciting is just around the corner.
This also means that the rating will be changed and not have the M chapter (sorry guys!) but the new story will be M from the beginning, so I'm sure I won't here too many complaints.
New fic should be up soon! And it'll even overlap this story, so not much will be lost.
And to tie you over, here's a little preview:
Umeshu
Ichiko Ono could hold her liquor.
This was an absolute truth, and she knew it.
In fact, she had seen it in action.
The most recent example was when she and Suzume had taken Yumemi out for her final night of 'freedom' before the wedding. On that night, Ichiko had been the only mildly sober individual to come stumbling out of Maru-Maru's Karaoke Bar at four in the morning.
Mildly sober meaning she could form sentences well enough.
The times when she was drunk, which were rare, her guard relaxed quite a bit, and her 'look before you leap' attitude flew completely out the window. Ichiko kind of threw herself at people, when she was usually much more guarded.
Perhaps it was genes? Chemical makeup?
She had no idea.
All she knew was that she could hold her liquor.
She could hold her liquor very, very well.
Which was why it was such as curious thing, as Ichiko slowly regained consciousness, that she was graced with the most searing of hangovers she had ever experienced in her entire life.