In regards to their drinking, the legal age in Japan for drinking and smoking is 20, which these guys are right under at 19. These laws are very lax, however, and it isn't uncommon to see minors smoking and/or drinking.


~*~Bon and Shima have a discussion about dating,
Rin and Bon are terrible at card games,
a concert turns to hell ~*~


Leaning back in his chair Bon bit the end of his pencil, looking over at Shima who was sitting on his bed.

"But Bon, really you can't expect someone to never have a love interest."Shima was explaining, the topic of dating now the hot debate of the dorm (again).

Bon scratched the temple of his head with the eraser side of the pencil, willing his on-coming headache to subside. "No one said anything about serious dating!" he growled, trying to explain again. "But the whole flirting with every girl, the lewd comments, the magazines! It falls under the five precepts, Shima."

Konekomaru, who was sitting at his own desk, nodded in agreement with Bon. "He's right, giving into such worldly desires will only lead to suffering, and not just for yourself either."

Shima's dark brown eyes rolled lazily. "Whatever guys. There is no point in living if you can't have a little fun. I mean, we all drink right?"

"I don't!" the smallest teen boasted, happy to be able to exclude himself from the list.

"Well," Shima's gaze shifted over to Bon, giving him an accusing look. "You do."

Bon tossed his pencil down onto his desk, leaning forward to let his front chair legs thump back down to the floor. "I'd rather drink occasionally then look like a love sick dog in-" he stopped mid sentence, his phone ringing loudly from his desk, announcing it had received a text message. Letting the subject drop for the moment Bon snatched up his phone and read the text, curious when he saw it was from Rin.

"Holy shit! No way!" Bon was already texting back when Shima got up to look over Bon's shoulder at the phone.

"What is it?" Konekomaru asked, remaining at his desk.

"Rin said Mephisto is pushing back exams so we can go to the concert!" Bon checked his watch to look at the time, quickly calculating in his head how long the train ride would take. "You think we should leave by six, or seven?" he asked looking to his friends.

"Pft." Shima had already began rummaging through his dresser, looking for clothes to wear. "Are you kidding? We should leave at five, go get some drinks, and then hop on the train. Pre-gameing is the only way to do this. Other wise our bar tab will be huge."

Konekomaru starred at Shima, then looked to Bon. "Are you going to be drinking too?" he asked, his voice with a hint of reproach.

Bon picked his pencil back up and tapped it against his desk, thinking the new situation over. They were just giving Shima crap about breaking rules, and now he was going to drink again? It would be hypocritical, but really, when was the next time he'd be going out like this? Not to mention that he had just been given a free night, not having plans since he intended to study before testing.

"Fuck it." he tossed the pencil down again. "Let's do it." He flipped his phone open and text Rin, telling him to meet at five.

"Maybe I should stay here then..." Both Bon and Shima looked to Konenomaru, waiting for an explanation. "Well, I mean, it's just that I don't like really loud places like that, and I don't drink, plus I'd rather stay here." he stammered out, hoping they wouldn't give him a hard time.

Shima threw a few different shirts onto his bed, looking at them in turn trying to pick one out. He pulled his shirt off and shrugged at his friend."It'll suck without you, but if that's what you want." he picked up his yellow shirt, tried it on, them promptly took it back off.

"You're sure you don't want to go, man?" Bon asked, ignoring Shima's dismissive manner. He hated when any of them were excluded out of something; they were a group after all. Although Konekomaru didn't like loud places, this was true, Bon was sure he would still have fun.

Konekomaru nodded and turned back to his book. "Yeah, it's fine. I'll hold things down here while you guys go. Plus, if you get lost in a drunken stupor, you need to have back up to get you home." he smirked, only half joking.

Bon laughed quietly to himself and he stood and went over to his own dresser, looking through his clothes. Unlike Shima everything was organized by color, short sleeve, long sleeve, jeans, sweats, sweaters etc. "As long as you're sure, man."

It took him no time to pull out his favorite blue jeans (with one hole in the knee, thanks for asking), a white t-shirt, and a long sleeve black button down. The real challenge came when he started sorting through his assortment of ear rings. Should he do studs or rings? His head tilted to the side as he stared at the jewelry, trying to make up his mind.


Meanwhile on the other side of the campus Rin was having his own problems. "Kuro, you can't go!" he said pulling his shirt over his head, his wet hair clinging to his face.

The black cat let out a whine so loud and pathetic that could have been mistaken for Rin attempting to murder it. "Whhhhhhhhy?!"

"Because," Rin tried to put his other leg through his jeans, lost his balance and fell sideways into the wall. "There will be too many people, and you'd get squished!"

"What if I go like this?" Kuro asked, a white wisp of smoke billowing around him as he suddenly grew, quadrupling in size, now towering over Rin and barley fitting in the small dorm room.

Rin, who had finally managed to get his pants on, stopped what he was doing and gave Kuro a blank stare. "No." He went back to getting ready, slapping on a black leather wrist cuff before moving to his shoes.

The cat shrank back down to his normal size, resuming his yowling until Yukio make his presence known from his side of the room. "Kuro, if you stop I'll buy you some catnip wine." the younger brother promised, ceasing all obnoxious noises from the cat, then turned an accusing eye on his brother. "I still can't believe you got the exams for your class postponed. Kamiki is pissed too, just so you know."

"Pokebrows will be fine." Rin grumbled as he slipped on his last shoe, pulling out the heel. "Anyway, I'm off. I'll be back later." he said making his way toward the door, Yukio giving him a dismissive wave as he left the dorm.

Yukio looked down at Kuro, who meowed at him expectedly, and let out a heavy sigh. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.


Finally as the clock ticked to five Rin saw Bon, and Shima, making their way to the train platform. "'Bout time you guys got here." Rin greeted them, looking at the bag Shima was holding with question. "What's that?"

Shima opened the bag to peer in it. "Bon got whiskey and I got Shochu, we didn't know what to get you, so we figured we'd share." he explained, fishing his hand into the back and pulling out a bottle of clear liquid, which Rin knew to be the Shochu.

"Where'd you guys get it from?" Rin asked, digging into the bag to pull out the darker bottle of whiskey.

Bon gave a one shouldered shrug. "Guy who I go to class with, he owed me a favor for giving him some notes one time." he took the whiskey from Rin and put it back into the bag. "The biggest question is how the hell you got the clown to call class out."

Rin blushed slightly, not willing to explain the part about the gummy bears. "I asked him if we could change the date, and when I told him why he got real happy, and told me to bring him back a t-shirt."

Bon and Shima both gave Rin an inquisitive look before letting the subject drop. Hell, it wasn't like there was a point in trying to figure out Mephisto anyway; the dude was a lunatic. "So, Tokyo Loose is where we're headed right?" Shima asked, looking to Rin for confirmation.

"Yup," Rin gave an enthusiastic nod as the trio set off toward the train station. "It is supposed to be pretty close to the train station."

"Yeah, it is, I looked it up to be sure." Bon stuck his hand in his back pocket and withdrew their train tickets he'd purchased online, then handed one to each. In exchange Rin handed them their concert tickets, which they all tucked safely away in their wallets.

Shima, after stuffing his ticket into his wallet, was now willing to contribute his part to their outing. "Excellent, and I have some drinking cards so we can play on the train ride. After the concert maybe we can stop by Kabukicho." he suggested, a mischievous grin on his face.

The suggestion earned him a smack across the back of his pink hair from Bon. "We aren't going to any strip clubs, Shima!"

Rin laughed and chimed in, unable to resist plucking a nerve with Bon. "Aw come on, why not?!"

Bon snorted in aggravation and shoved Rin, causing the younger teen to stagger to the left. "Maybe I shoulda had Niko come, just to keep an eye on you two." he muttered.

"Calm down," Shima rubbed the back on his head, still grinning sheepishly. "It was just a joke, Bon."


An hour later a train pulled into the station, and out stumbled three very drunk minors. Shima could manage to keep his wits about him, so all eyes turned toward Rin and Bon. The two were worse for wear, haven lost multiple rounds of cards to Shima. Bon was managing a straight stumble, but Rin was all over the place, his tail swaying in large arches from left to right, and occasionally batting into Bon, who would attempt to grab it.

Shima steered them toward the exit and Rin crashed into Bon's shoulder, a result of tripping over his own feet. His tail smacked against Bon's back, and the older teen took the opportunity to grab the offending appendage.

For a moment time stood still, Rin's hair raising on his body as he hissed in a sharp, shaky breath. His tail froze in Bon's hand, and his wild blue eyes turned to look at his fellow Exwire. Goosebumps rose on his skin, his heart hammering as his tail began to trash wildly in Bon's hand, desperate to gain its freedom. "Dude," Rin reached out and grasped his tail, below Bon's hand " Drop...the... tail."

Bon's eyes lite up, knowing and amused. "It's so soft!" he rubbed his fingers against the fluff at the end of his tail.

It took every bit of self control for Rin to control his shaking knees as he ripped the tail away from its assailant, yelping in pain. Rin's blue eyes glared at Bon, fierce and threatening. "Look here Rooster boy, the tail is off limits!" he warned, teeth barred, his tail snaking its way up his body to hide under his shirt.

Bon's eyes danced, chuckling as he thought about how cat like Rin seemed. Bristling like an agitated kitten, angry but just so harmless.

"Would you two cut it out?" Shima cut into their antics, grabbing Rin by the sleeve and dragging him off in the direction of the venue. The streets, luckily, weren't all too crowded yet, but Shima could tell that as the night grew more people would be out, seeking relaxation from work, looking to hang out with friends.

Call him crazy, but being out with two wasted exorcists (let's not forget the son of Satan himself) in a busy street didn't seem like the best idea. "Look," he pointed to the venue, a small building along a busy street with a line snaking around the corner. "We are here, just control yourselves."

Rin, unable to take anything seriously in the first place (let alone intoxicated), cackled madly at Shima's sense of urgency. "Bon, I don't think Shima got enough to drink."he said, his head lolling back lazily to look at Bon while Shima continued to pull him toward the line.

Hearing Rin's accusation the older teen wasted no time and jumped into action. A thoughtful look in his eyes was followed by him withdrawing the last of the whiskey from the bag he'd been holding." I know what'll fix that." he sang knowingly, unscrewing the cap.

The line of people was drawing closer, and as Bon put the bottle of alcohol to his lips a few people hooted and hollered, encouraging his reckless behavior. Throwing caution to the wind the normally strict and studious exorcist took two good swigs, then tried shoving the bottle into Shima's empty hand. "Here Shima, take a drink."

His pink hair shook as he gave a shake of his head, taking the bottle from Bon, but not taking a drink. "Once we get in line." he said stepping onto the sidewalk and leading them around the corner to stand at the back of the line.

He let out a relieved sigh once they were there, rejoicing in the fact he was able to keep track of both Rin and Bon, who were now chatting with a group of rather rugged looking adults.

While Shima was all about colored hair and a few piercings, but these guys took it to a new level. Large, bright colored mohawks, facial piercings, and their clothes were insane,with plaid colored pants, chains crossing down the back of their legs, and one didn't even bother with a shirt, despite the cold weather. How they ever got a respectable job was beyond him; perhaps in America, but never in Japan.

Shima rolled his eyes, wishing they could just get inside. He glanced down at the bottle of whiskey in his hand, opened it, and took a small sip, just enough to warm his throat. It would be warmer inside, he knew, but that didn't help the tediously slow line that was now making a slow progression into the building.

"Look guys, we are moving." Shima stated, looking back and Rin and Bon who were exchanging jokes with their new found friends, obvious of their surroundings.

Reaching back he grabbed onto Rin's sleeve and pulled him forward. Unsuspecting, Rin lost his balance and grabbed his Bon, who lost his balance and grabbed the shirt of a guy he'd been talking to, who grabbed onto his friend, and so the chain continued out of control until the line gave one large lurch forward. Everyone attempted to not trip over themselves, effectively pushing, shoving, or face planting into the person in front of them.

The surging crowd of people stumbled backward into each other, Bon and Rin crashing into Shima, who crashed into the person behind them, and so the chain continued until the line gave one large lurch backwards. Soon they became a rocking sea of people, all with the goal of reaching the door of the venue, but no one quite sure if they were to move backwards or forwards.

"I think I'm gunna be sick." Bon moaned as another wave sent them moving forward again, his hands rubbing his face in an attempt to sooth his stomach.

Rin was no longer in sight, lost among the moving crowd, and Shima stuck to Bon in an attempt to stay together. "Just don't puke on me!" he pleaded, trying to move both himself and Bon toward the street so Bon could hurl on something other than a person. The last thing they needed was a fight because Bon puked in the wrong direction.

Luckily they made it into the building before it became a pressing issue, both teens stumbling past security and into a narrow hallway, which could have used some TLC, in Shima's opinion. The carpet was blue and old, with dark stains splattered here and there, a few empty beer cans were crushed an carelessly tossed by a trash can, and the paint was chipping from the walls.

"Nice place..." Shima muttered as they roamed forward, following the heavy bass and promise of loud music. They stopped when they entered an entertainment room, which wasn't in much better looking, but who cared? They were there for music, and music was what they would have.

Large speakers lined the back of the wall next to the stage which was set in the back center of the room, pumping out music so loud it shook the floor, walls, and ceiling. The room itself was smaller, forcing people close together, and the stained hard wood floors were already littered with trash. Cigarette butts, empty cups, and beer cans had been thrown on the floor and forgotten. The bar to the left was packed, and the two bar tenders were bustling about to get drinks delivered as fast as they were ordered.

"Holy shit, this is a mad house." Shima said, shrinking back into the hallway for fear of being crushed by the steadily growing crowd.

"Fuck yes!" Bon yelled, grabbing a hold of Shima's arm, then plowing directly into the crowd, towing Shima helplessly behind. The music grew louder, loud enough to shake Bon's skeletal frame, and just before he lost his senses completely he stopped short of the stage where a band was coming on.

The people around them shouted, chanting the name of the musicians until all five members of the band were there, one the drums, one apparently danced, his face hidden under a white mask, and three singers, which Bon found strange. All looked older, in their mid 30's he guessed, and the lead singer had an outrageously cool punk style, his hair bleached white and put up in spikes, while this clothes were a more laid back. It was quietly radical, which Bon admired. On his left and right stood the two other singers, who looked so normal it left Bon wondering what was happening.

"You guys ready for this shit?!" the blonde singer yelled into the microphone, the fans screaming back in reply, a mix of confused excitement. Half the people responding to the leader singer, and the other half just followed along with the crowd.

Whatever song he played was instantly lost in Bon's brain, now haven lost Shima, his sense of touch, smell, and almost sight as the over whelming feel of the crowd and music poured through him.

The music made it impossible to focus on anything, as it was so loud, and the mass of people surging to the music around him made it difficult to figure out what he was feeling, much less where. Cigarette smoke hung in the air, people reeked of beer and liquor, and the lights from the stage danced around them, an overwhelming orchestra of controlled chaos. Much to his delight the best he could do was jump around with the crowd and loose himself in the rhythm, that for now, was life.


Meanwhile near the bar Rin had found refuge with the friends he had made coming in. In the commotion of the line he'd somehow gotten to the front and had been inside much longer than both Shima and Bon, long enough to see the opening band and experience that hell. His shirt was soaked in his sweat, his hair clung to his face, and he reeked of the beer that someone was thrown into the crowd. Once or twice he'd seen Bon, but just as quickly as he caught sight of him he'd disappear, and Shima was somewhere around, he was sure.

Someone had offered him a drink, which is took happily, the cool feeling dripping down his throat and into his stomach. It wasn't until after he swallowed he realized there was liquor in it, probably vodka. Too hot to care he downed the rest of the drink, bid his buddies far well for now, and began to make his way back into the swelling mass of people. His venture was stopped short, however, as the blonde haired singer called a hush to the crowd, seeking everyone's attention.

"Look here, guys," he yelled, his voice booming out from the speakers. "I want a line, straight down the middle." his arm stretched out to enunciate what he meant, creating a divide down the center of the room, large enough to be a walkway. Rin did as instructed, siding with the left half of the room, inching back as the large group tried to pack together. It was amazing they managed it, seeing as Rin was sure a large percent didn't even speak English.

There was now a large enough gap to be considered a walkway, making a path from the stage to the hallway. A few hundred heads now turned toward the stage, awaiting instruction. "Look here, on three I want everyone to run from the left side," he held his hand up high and pointed to the left "and try and get to the right side." he moved his hand over to the right. "At the same time I wanted everyone on the right side to run," he repeated the same motion "and try and get to the left side."

A deadly silence engulfed the room as the man counted. "1..." even quieter silence, Rin could hear the people next to him breathing. "2..." Bon could hear the hum from the speakers.

"...3" the drummer slammed his sticks down onto his drum set, hammering out a painstakingly fast tune as the guys onstage jumped and ran around, screaming and singing at the top of their lungs. Simultaneously the silent crowd erupted into madness, the two sides crashing together like a wave as everyone tried to run toward the opposite side of the room. Rin took an elbow to the face and accidentally body slammed a person to the ground, and before he could stop to see if they were okay he'd been pushed forward.

Bon was having better luck as he'd only been shoved around, finding himself in one of the numerous mosh pits (luckily a smaller one), that he made his way out of. It took a bit but he managed to touch the other end of the wall, and panting with success he turned to look at the chaotic scene before him. The smaller mosh pits had now turned into one large one, and people were running around the mosh pit in one large circle. Occasionally a poor soul would trip, only to be shoved aside, either into the unforgiving mosh pit or out into the floor.

It was when the song ended that all hell really broke loose.


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