Chapter 13. Trust Fall.

Warning: Language & Mildly suggestive content

The group had gone through quite a few drinks each during the hours of talking and laughing. Konekomaru hadn't had anything to drink besides a glass of water, and left early so he could get more study time in and get a good night's rest. Faust promised to personally excuse everyone from their classes the next day if they had chosen to stay; it seemed his idea of a celebration was to get everyone to relax and enjoy themselves for a bit instead of stressing over University and cram school. It was nice for everyone to relax and have a little fun. Drinks and shots were regularly brought to the table for everyone, most likely on the chancellor's orders, which he took very little of for himself.

Izumo was being her usual abrasive self, even despite having a few drinks in her, which Shima had put on his tab. He kept badgering her, trying to get her to go dance with him; she'd refuse, and he'd order her another drink before trying again. Rin decided he'd Shiemi why she wasn't going to dance, grinning childishly. Shiemi gasped loudly, turning red, explaining how she could never do such a thing. They all knew that. Her being there was a huge improvement for the social anxiety that she obviously faced. Yukio patted Shiemi on the head reassuringly while his nose was glued to his phone; the blonde girls phone buzzed with a notification, which she read, and then began typing. The girl had noticed the two of them were most likely texting back and forth for a while, despite being right next to each other and couldn't help but to find it adorable. Also taking notice, Rin furrowed his brow, grumbling, before turning to the girl on his left.

"What about you? Why aren't you out there?" he raised his eyebrows jokingly at her.

She almost snorted from laughing so hard. The room spun around her in slow motion, lights flashing like watching the sun rise and fall. "I haven't had enough to drink for that," she said, taking another sip.

Yet again, Shima began to pester Izumo about getting up and doing something, which she quickly put down and began telling him off, saying how she saw right through his ploy of trying to get her drunk enough to say yes, and she wasn't going to fall for it. The two began arguing, until finally Izumo made a move; Faust stood up from blocking the end of the booth, letting her out, and Shima followed. The two bickered some more just out of earshot, and finally Izumo stormed off into the horde of people. Shima took a moment to himself before coming back to the table. He kept his eyes on all of the people in the club as he snatched a shot from the groups' table, threw it back and slammed the glass down, and then slinked off into the crowd. When he went out of sight, Suguro, who had gone back and forth from being intensely talkative to extremely quiet the whole night, motioned to Faust that he was going to get up as well, and then he went off into the crowd; everyone figured he was probably looking for Shima to bring him back to his senses—everyone knew Shima was most likely on the prowl for a rebound.

The table fell quiet for a while.

Tossing back the rest of her drink, the girl decided to break the silence. "I'm going to go pee, and when I get back, this better be less awkward," she ordered loudly, holding her index fingers up and laughing when she noticed how silly her painted black nails looked on her. She stood up onto her wobbly stilts, using the edge of the table as a crutch until she gained enough balance to start walking towards the very back. Faust eyed her attentively, studying her bare legs and how the clingy dress accentuated her curves as she passed him. He toyed his goatee until her figure was out of sight. Turning back to the table, his eyes met with Rin's fiery blue gaze; he had a disapproving scowl on his face with his arms crossed tight across his chest.

Johann challenged the boy with elevated a brow and smirk.

"Umm…Is she going to be okay alone?" Shiemi questioned in an unsure tone. Yukio and Rin turned to her as if they hadn't even thought of that. It was true that the girl had stumbled down the hall, obviously quite intoxicated, but it was possible that they, like their headmaster, were too distracted by the sight of the girl walking away to even consider her potential safety.

Before Rin could even make a move, Faust had grabbed his drink from the table and was gliding down the hall towards the bathrooms. The boy watched closely, moving around when someone blocked his view, to the point where he had to kneel on top of the seat in order to keep his eyes fixated on his cunning headmaster. The bathroom door opened, and he saw the girl staggered out, only to be greeted by an encroaching Faust; she backed up against the wall and smiled as he moved in closer. Faust held something out for her, and then placed his hand up against the wall, blocking Rin's view of their interactions.

"What is it?" she asked with a smile, looking down at the capsule in her palm.

"Just something to take the edge off," he said with a sly smile. Her hazy eyes locked with his, and they stood in silence for a bit, the intensity between them thick enough to cut with a knife. She pursed her lips and drew in a sharp breath as his green orbs wandered down, grazing over her body once more. As he looked back into her eyes, he brought his other hand up, which held his drink. "Do you trust me?"

A mischievous smile spread across her lips. She might not have been thinking clearly—in fact, she knew she probably wasn't thinking clearly, but she didn't care. Everything was in slow motion, yet happening so fast. Keeping eye contact, she placed the capsule between her teeth seductively, and watched him scan her lips with a yearning in his eye; she quickly pulled the capsule into her mouth with a flick of her tongue, lingering on her teeth for a moment, and reveled at the sight of him biting his lip ever so slightly. Giggling, she snatched the glass from his hand and finished off the drink.

It wasn't long after returning to the table and being confronted with Rin's burning glare firmly locked on Faust that she began to notice a change in the atmosphere around her. The glow of the club intensified; colors became more vibrant than she had previously noticed. When she had seen just an indigo blue before, she began to see all the different colors that made up indigo—a dark blue swirled heavily with cobalt, and a tinge of violet. As the colored lights in the club changed, she continued to see a wider range of hues than when she first entered. The music that bounced through the building moved through her body like it had never done before, and she found herself closing her eyes and weaving to the beat in the smooth vinyl booth.

Yukio gave a strange look to his brother as they were all talking, drawing Rin's attention to the girl in her own universe beside him. Rin eyed her a bit, studying her dramatic transformation and realized how she had changed once the headmaster had met her in the back hall. His eyes spun to Faust, who sat at the edge of the booth, leaning back in a cool, relaxed manner, green eyes fixated on the girl before him. One side of his mouth was pulled back into the slight hint of a smirk.

It was then that the three University students who had come in with the girl darted up to the table with more shots in their hands. Ignoring the rest of the group, the two girls excitedly demanded that the girl take a few with them—to which she happily accepted their offer by jumping to her feet eagerly. They all tossed back a few in between obnoxious talking and laughing, and as they were coming to the last one, the song changed, and the two girls' faces brightened with excitement. "Oh my god," they exclaimed. "We love this song! Come dance with us!" they pleaded, pulling on the girls arm.

In her current state of mind, everything was incredibly wonderful and thoughts of insecurities or anxieties or any bashfulness was completely obliterated into the deepest parts of her psyche. Everything seemed like bright rainbows, magic unicorns, and fluffy rainbows—and dancing with two girls whom she had merely regarded as acquaintances earlier in the night sounded like just the sort of fun she was up for. Laughing, she quickly agreed before leaning over the table and taking her last shot, then she was drug off onto the dancefloor by the women.

"What the fuck was that?" Rin mumbled to himself, turning around to watch the girl cautiously, who was moving to the sounds of the music as if she had no care in the world.

"She has so much confidence!" Shiemi spat, blushing vibrantly.

Rin furrowed his brow. "I didn't know she could move like that," he said, eyes locked onto the girl as she twirled and curled to the melody along with her classmates, running her hands through her long hair. He couldn't help but to watch her as she moved; there was something enticing about the way her dress revealed her shoulders and back as she swung her hips.

After dancing for a bit, she opened her eyes and peered over to the booth, arms falling down around her face. Yukio was keeping his eyes low, trying not to seem interested, as Shiemi watched with a pink admiration across her cheeks. The girl smiled deviously as she looked over Rin, who turned red and shrank back down into the booth. Her eyes then locked with Faust. He was still seated at the end of the booth, back to the wall, facing the dancefloor. An arm was outstretched over the back of the seats and his leg was crossed casually. He swirled the glass of liquor in his hand while his powerful stare followed the moves of her form under low lids, taking pleasure in the electricity of her actions.

The whole club seemed to watch as her and one of the other girls drew close and began dancing rather provokingly, winding their figures with one another, hands running along their curves; but the girls' eyes stayed on her headmaster, her body longing to see the subtle changes on his face. She could nearly feel his hands on her from the look in his eye.