𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿'𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲

Iguro swears that this is going to be the worst year ever.
It's been two minutes since the clock struck 12, and he's already gotten a death threat.

"If you don't get up, I'll chop off your head."
"Hghhhh, but I don't want to."
"Like I care. Come on!"

Yep. Worst year ever.
Iguro feels a large hand yanking him from the oh-so-comfortable ground and pulling him towards the door. The smell of alcohol is like a heavy cloud around him and his vision is just about as clear as those rainbow colored kaleidoscopes you buy for little kids at the connivence store. He lets out an annoyed groan as the opposing threat, Giyyu, tosses him out in into the empty hallway of his apartment building.

"Now then, Obanai, how about you call Rengouku or someone to come and pick up your wasted ass."
"Rengouku's definitely asleep and Mitsuri's studyingsh at this hour, and everybody else is just about ashh drunk as I ammm."

Giyuu doesn't usually spend his Friday nights throwing drunks out of his apartment, but tonight was different. It was New year's eve, and Sanemi had brought every different type of alcohol on the palette, and with that his once minimalist and neat apartment looked something more like a frat house.

"Damnit."

Giyuu slams the door with a clearly annoyed sigh and helps the drunk to his feet, who's world is spinning like a carousel. He helps him out to the parking lot after which he shoves him into the passenger seat of his car. The wasted man lets out a few inaudible grunts of protest and with that Giyuu's in the driver seat and on the road to wherever the hell Iguro lives.

"Alright Obanai, where in the name of hell do you live?"

"Mhnsnndmmmm"

"Thanks dumbass. That tells me exactly where I need to go."

After a few moments of bickering, Iguro finally spurs out a recognizable address. It's nearing 1AM now, and the cities still as bright as ever. Giyuu curses as a bunch of drunks run across the street, causing him to slam the breaks. Iguro grunts as he hits his head on the window, his already altered senses being shaken up like a firework.

"Goddamnit! Am I the only one sober on New years?"

When they finally pull into the driveway of the house, Iguro is as good as asleep. He's hanging over the side of the armrest like he's a dead man and it takes Giyuu a few good smacks on the head and more threats until he finally gets up. Once he's back from the dead, the blue eyed man lifts Iguro to his shoulder again and helps him to the door. He reaches for the handle and opens it, surprised it's not even locked before he enters.

"What in the goddamned fuck?"

The room is PINK. And when he says pink, it's not only pink but extremely feminine. Giyuu takes a moment to make sure he actually is sober before letting go of Iguro.

"What the hell Iguro? I always knew you were strange but I didn't know you swung this way."

Even though his vision is completely fucked, he can recognize that this isn't his apartment, and not even an apartment in general. With one look at the cat that's now circling his feet, he realizes that his once shitty night may get a whole lot worse than death threats.

"Fuck."

Giyuu hears light footsteps and looks up, and with that his jaw drops. A girl stands there with an expression almost as shocked as his before she lets out a gasp.

"Giyuu? Iguro?"

Giyuu's mad. So mad he's ready to preform the decapitation he threatened earlier as he smacks the black haired man on the head.