Author's Note: *peeks out from behind her desk* I am soooooo sorry everyone… I didn't mean to take this long to finish this chapter, but I had sooooo much work to do for school… Anyway, anyone who wanted a sequel to this story, I am proud to say I have written one, see below. Anyone who didn't want a sequel…well too bad, hit backwards now. So, here it is anyone…Tasuki continues his antics and…well, just read it.

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Chapter 2: Never any more Sake for Tasuki-chan

Everyone was already up the next morning when Tasuki managed to drag himself out of bed. He didn't really want to get up , but there was something he needed to do. Once it was done, he could collapse back into bed again for about week, or at least until he got "thirsty" again.

Tasuki carefully took the stairs one at a time, trying not to jar his head too much in the process. He walked up to the table, the same one they'd been at last night in fact, and stopped behind Chichiri's seat.

"Oi," Tasuki greeted everyone, then winced and quickly lowered his voice. "How you guys doin' this mornin?"

Four pairs of eyes raised to look at Tasuki and a chorus of "We're fine" accompanied them.

Tasuki cracked a small smile, not noticing that two of the group had not answered him. Mitsukake simply gritted his teeth, while Chichiri froze and was unable to say a word. He hadn't felt Tasuki come up behind him, how couldn't he have noticed. Chichiri's distress went unnoticed by the others, who were all too busy praying to Suzaku that Mitsukake kept his fists clenched neatly in his lap.

Tasuki slid into the seat next to Chichiri and turned to look at the group sitting around the table. He smiled a little sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head before talking.

"Look guys. I don't really remember everything that happened last night, but I have a feelin' I need to apologize fer somethin. So, whatever I did...I uh, didn't mean anything by it." Tasuki looked around the table at the faces of his friends and started to get a little nervous when no one said anything. "...Um, I didn't do anything too bad did I?"

Still no one spoke, but there were a few quick glances at Chichiri, everyone was too afraid they'd be burned by the fire in Mitsukake's eyes to look at him. A few more minutes went by, no none saying a word, until Tasuki finally caught on to what everyone was staring at and turned to the blue-haired monk.

"...Chichiri..." he said questioningly.

Sighing, Chichiri looked up at Tasuki, his mask smiling like it always did. "Don't worry about it Tasuki, no da. You didn't do anything...too bad, na no da." A glance at Mitsukake had caused him to pause and rethink his statement, but other than that he managed to force out the lie.

The others visibly relaxed when they heard Chichiri's words. Ever since Chichiri had rushed out of Tasuki's room last night, no one had been able to get him to say a word about what had happened. Now they figured that, like he said, nothing had happened. Only one person in the group noticed the slightly forced cheerfulness in Chichiri's voice, and he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut about it.

Tasuki grinned toothily at Chichiri and slumped back in his chair, closing his eyes for a second. "Well, that's a relief," he said before standing up again. "If you guys don't mind, I'm gonna go back up t'my room. I think I need to sleep fer a little while longer."

The others nodded and agreed quickly, glad for an excuse to get Tasuki back up to his room before he ordered any more sake. Flashing another toothy grin that said "I know exactly why you guys want me to go back up there," Tasuki turned to walk slowly toward the stairs. Just before he reached the landing, Tasuki turned back to look at the group with a slightly confused look on his face. "Oi, Mitsukake," he called, waiting until the man looked up before he finished his sentence. "Is it just my imagination, or did I give you a lap dance last night?"

Mitsukake was too stunned by the question to do anything but gape at Tasuki, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Not receiving an answer, Tasuki shrugged and started back up the stairs, holding tightly to the rail to make sure he didn't lose his balance.

About halfway up the stairs, Tasuki turned back to look at the group a sly, fanged smirk on his face.

"Oi, Mitsukake," he called once again. "If ya wanted me to give ya a lap dance, all ya had to do was ask. Ya didn't have to get me drunk." With one final wink, Tasuki climbed the rest of the way up the stairs and went into his room. The sound of the door closing was the only noise that penetrated the complete and utter silence that descended upon the group left at the table. They all turned to look at Mitsukake, who was now turning an interesting shade of purple.

No one made a sound, for fear that Mitsukake might explode at any second. Much to their surprise, he calmly let out the breathe that he'd been holding and inhaled another with his eyes closed.

When Mitsukake opened his eyes again, he seemed to have himself under control, so the group breathed a collective sigh of relief and started to relax. No one really paid much attention to him when he stood up, but they all looked at him with exasperation when he calmly stated trough gritted teeth, "If everyone will excuse me. I'm going to go kill Tasuki now..."

He turned to do just that, when he felt a hand placed on his shoulder propelling him back down into his seat. Then promptly down through his seat to the floor. Mitsukake hit the floor with a loud THUD and looked back up at Nuriko with shock and annoyance.

"Just leave him alone Mitsukake," Nuriko said. "You know he didn't mean anything by it." Nuriko looked over toward the seat that Mitsukake should have been in to emphasize his point, when he noticed the empty air next to him. Then he looked down guiltily at the floor where his friend had actually ended up. "Oops," he said with a innocent shrug, trying not to laugh.

Mitsukake's anger was now completely focused on Nuriko, leaving Tasuki safe for now. The others at the table all chipped in to try to help Mitsukake feel better about his hurt "pride", while Nuriko was holding Mitsukake down to keep him from lunging at his throat.

Chichiri decided to take this opportunity to go for a walk. He had a lot of things he needed to think about and the others would be occupied with keeping Mitsukake calm for while, so he could be sure that he'd be alone. Chichiri slowly got up from the table and walked out the door, while everyone was too busy to notice. He was positive he'd gotten away without anyone seeing him, and he was mostly right. Only one person noticed Chichiri walk away. The same person who had noticed his forced cheerfulness when he'd been talking to Tasuki earlier. . .

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A/N: Well there it was…heh…please, nobody kill me…at least not until I have managed to run to a safer continent…I hear Antarctica's nice this time of year…well, until next time…and there will be a next time. *evil laughter*

Ja