Disclaimer: I do not own the Kamisama Hajimemashita/Kiss series or any of the characters who have been featured so far. I only own the right to want to entertain others, which I do via fanfiction and stand-up comedy. Which I don't do. Badum-tsss!

Chapter 11: DWI: Dancing While Intoxicated

A/N: Well a fan gave me this idea… And another fan (Cough, Megan, cough) wanted to see them dance. *Face-palm* What a great idea! ;) Also, if you've seen the movie Bandslam, then I have one thing to say to you: "DWI, DWI, DWI! DWI WANNA ROCK!?" Ahem.

'Nanami-chan, I don't want to go in…'

'Mizuki, you said you wanted to go!'

'But I'm scared. Will you hold my hand–?'

'Ah, sorry, Mizuki. My foot has a mind of its own.'

'That's okay; most disgusting foxes have dirty habits.'

'Oh. It appears my fist has a mind of its own too.'

Mizuki glared at Tomoe coldly.

'Nanami-chan, what if they don't like me?' he pouted.

The human god opened the door with a shake of her head. 'You're so cute, Mizuki, how could they not like you?'

As Mizuki beamed in delight and sent Tomoe a mirth-filled glare, Nanami shrugged her coat off and hung it up.

'Hey, Ami!'

'Nanami? Yay! I didn't think you'd make it!'

'Of course I would!' As the girls chatted away, Tomoe and Mizuki hung awkwardly in the doorway.

'So scary, Nanami! Kei invited boys; it's just like a goukon!'

Tomoe glared frostily, 'maybe we should go.'

'No, don't! If you go I'll be on my own with a bunch of boys and Kei!'

Mizuki looked around the doorframe nervously.

'Well I guess we'll have to get this over with…' Nanami sighed and stepped through the hall, the familiars close at her heels.

'Nanami, Mikage-san! And… um…'

'Mizuki.'

'Mizuki! Hey, come in!'

On one side of the room was a set of speakers which were pelting loud music at the room of dancing students. Tomoe's ears threatened to pop out of their disguise as they twitched in pain.

'Too loud…' he muttered.

'Shut up!' Kei snapped, thrusting a plastic cup into his palm, 'drink this and stop moaning.'

Tomoe sniffed it warily.

'Don't drink that!'

'Mizuki?'

'I had some before. It's so nasty!'

Tomoe glared at him suspiciously.

'Seriously, don't do it.'

With a last mistrustful glance, Tomoe threw down the contents into his mouth and swallowed.

He gave Mizuki a competitive look before wiggling his clawed-fingers at him.

'Drink off?'

'Okay, I will fill your cups each time you drink. You down them together and only when I say "go". The winner is the man who can drink the most. The loser has to do one thing the winner says. Agreed?'

Tomoe and Mizuki nodded grimly.

'GO!' Kei shouted.

Simultaneously, the familiars downed their glasses.

'GO!'

Mizuki groaned into his cup as he swallowed the last sip.

Tomoe started tapping agitatedly on the table, his feet pounding on the floor in time to the beat of the music. His eyes darted back and forth along the crowd that had gathered to watch them. His legs fidgeted as his arms twitched and entwined themselves around one another.

'TURN THE MUSIC UP!' he yelled, beginning to clap.

Suddenly, a song played that was oddly familiar to him. It wasn't as though he'd heard it before, but as though his feet remembered the beat. Immediately, he stood still, waiting.

Do the Harlem Shake!

And then he was dancing, moving his waist and stepping in and out, waving his arms, shimmying his hips, clapping his palms together.

It was a moment where only he was there and then the dance floor seemed alive with people crossing their legs, throwing their heads back and forth and shaking their bodies in time to the music. People gathered in lines to Macarena. Rings of people Gangnam Styled. A few people settled into the "YMCA".

Mizuki began waving his arms up and it caught on. The room was alive with the Mexican Wave. Tomoe began to sink to the floor and pulled himself up again. He whipped his hand back and forth at his side before rolling his shoulders.

When Nanami entered the room with her cup, Tomoe clasped her hands, threw the cup away and began to swirl her around in the centre of the room. She laughed breathlessly as the song came to an abrupt end.

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain

She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain

Like a bullet to your brain

Come on!

Nanami grinned as Tomoe began sashaying his hips closer to her and allowed a fang to graze his lower lip.

Upside, inside out

She's livin la vida loca!

He bought his arms tight around her, moving their hips simultaneously to the tune.

She'll push and pull you down

Livin la vida loca!

They leaned back and forward together, shimmying their waists close.

Her lips are devil red and her skin's the colour mocha

Nanami grinned as Tomoe's arm draped around her waist and his other began to click in time to the beat.

She will wear you out

Livin la vida loca

Come on!

Livin la vida loca

Come on!

She's livin la vida loca!

Tomoe twirled Nanami a final time before leaning her back in time to the ending beat of the song. With effortless grace, he pulled her back up, planted a kiss on her hand and summoned a rose from behind him. Handing it to her, he gave her a hungry grin. Nanami laughed, wanting to be sucked in to his endless, dancing purple eyes, but she gave in when she saw Mizuki doing shots.

I never knew he could dance like that… she thought as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

A/N: OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

I'm dying.

TOMOE SASHAYING HIS HIPS. PLEASE MAN.

It was meant to be funny at the start but… But… LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA IS AN OLD BUT GOLD SONG AND I WOULD SING IT IN FRONT OF EVERYBODY BECAUSE IT'S AMAZING.

TOMOE DANCING TO IT IS LIKE MY DREAM.

If Ricky Martin can pull it off and look remotely hot, imagine how Tomoe would look 3_3 I'm drooling.

Seeya next week! *Kyaaaaaah!*

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