MARTINI BLUE oikawa tooru

thirteen. THE EXACT SCIENCE OF MAKING A MARTINI BLUE

          "Just call Ragi, I do not want to be responsible for you going bald." Daya winces as the blond boy is about to apply bleach to his roots. The smell is revolting but apparently Daniel thinks his black roots are revolting. Tahji's listening to the two bicker from her post in the bathroom. They're all at Mary's house with her four roommates at various stages of disorder in their lives. Mary herself is busy frying pancakes for her girlfriend, little brother, and adoptive little sister going through some intense soul searching, she will not get involved in her brother's stupidity regarding cosmetic style.

          "But we've come this far and apparently you're not supposed to drink bleach."

          "No shit Sherlock!"

          "But like hear me out--"

          "No, we're putting the bleach away, opening a window and waiting for Ragi to get here tomorrow and then he can bleach your hair after the match." Daya says firmly, there's a very clear order of a certain arrangement the five mischief makers would like to call "The Fighting Order" and it goes without speaking in situations like this.

If there was ever any trouble that involved a need for physically beating someone to a pulp Wonho would be the first best bet. The kid had taken years of martial arts and had the thighs to prove it. The next would be Okonome Tahjiko because she never in the history of her life since Junior High ever skipped core day. Her mother also had all three of her children take Tae Kwon Do up until they reached black belt level and Tahji just happened to be good enough to get invited to a few krav maga workshops. Wonho and Tahji were the first bets in winning a fight but the other three were more last resort types.

Araragi looked all ready to take over the world but he didn't really have the guts to hurt anyone. Then there was Daya who would probably claw someone's eyes out if they got in her way but wouldn't go as far as exerting her energy to chase someone down and beat them up. However she was a coach for the little league baseball team up until parents realized she was bisexual and was therefore a flight risk to be communicating with children. At the bottom of the chain in physical prowess and fighting finesse was Daniel who couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to. He was wildly asthmatic and had a stockpile of notes from his parents and his physician to prove it.

          Daniel flops down on the bed, laying his head down on Tahji's lap childishly. They both fed off of each other's energy so if there was one five year old between them, there were two five year olds. "Do you still feel bad about fighting with Tooru?" He asks as Tahji's slowly braids his hair, it's long enough to reach the beginning of his jawline now and it would be a lie if anyone said it wasn't hot. Araragi was probably going to talk him into cutting it tomorrow and since he was Daniel, he wouldn't complain.

Tahji grimaces, she just wants to leave at this point. She just sucks at relationships, there was a reason why nothing in Tokyo ever lasted.

          "Hey, get your depression off my bed. Go to the kitchen or something." Daya says from inside the bathroom as she puts everything away responsibly. She was probably only that responsible about her two precious Third Years and the alpacas on her grandfather's ranch. It was the reason she was studying to become a veterinarian so she was used to animal behavior, feral or docile.

The two reluctantly peel themselves off the wrinkled sheets and shuffle toward the kitchen. It's a surprisingly clean house for housing five or more people at a time. It also helped that one of their residents stress cleaned.

          "God kids these days and their auras are so damn dark." A man with bright blue hair says as he walks into the home passing the two teenagers with her bags of booze in hand.