Koucha Ishikawa
Koucha practically let out an animalistic growl at C.C. Lemon's mention of a party. The young man wanted nothing less than to start fighting to the death already, with the other contestants. As he observed the reactions of the other groups, he could clearly tell he wasn't the only one with the same thought. He stepped down the staircase of the platform and made his way down the halls of the building on his way to his own dressing room. Ishikawa couldn't help but notice Kotone's sudden anxiousness, going even as far as to sprint to her dressing room. He raised an eyebrow at her action and decided to watch out for the brunette. Even if they were supposedly in the same group, their families, her family especially, have been competing with each other for as long as he could remember in his 18 year-old life.
Slipping into his own dressing room, Ishikawa let out a heavy sigh he didn't even realize he was holding before plopping down on a large, black leather recliner he had requested earlier in the evening. Kicking off the Eastern styled sandals, he lazily swung open his closet to grudgingly look for something to wear at the party.
Knock! Knock!
Snapping his neck to the direction of the door before instantly grabbing the dagger he had strapped onto his upper bicep before the introductions. Koucha thought it was necessary since he was going to be in a room with people who were going to try and kill him, and that he was going to try to kill. Why not try to kill someone before the match even starts? Of course, he would never disobey the rules, it was hard enough to kill someone you somewhat know in the tournament, but trying to kill them early would be too much. Though that doesn't mean if someone tried to kill him that he wouldn't try to kill them as well.
"Who is it?" He called, loud enough to be heard through the thick mahogany door. "It's Aito, Ishikawa-san!" Almost all of his instinct defenses lowered at the voice of the stylist his family encouraged him to hire. "Come in, Aito." He sighed as he thrust the dagger into the wall beside him, before continuing to rummage through the hangers.
The long haired, blonde male entered the room with his never faulting smile before being met face to face with the dagger Koucha implanted into the wall just moments before. The stylist tsked his disapproval before trying to yank the knife out of the wall. "Y-your mother, said no k-knives!" He stammered trying to pull the dagger out of the wall. Koucha plucked the sharpened object from the wall before placing it in Aito's hands. "Mother is being unreasonable, I just spent well over an hour meeting the people I will be told to kill, and she expects me not to bring anything in case one of them try to pull something stupid?" The Ishikawa pulls out a formal yet more Western styled outfit for himself.
Slipping on a striped, red collared shirt, and tightening the black tie around his neck, Koucha knew he had to hurry, knowing the other contestants were to be finished in a short while. Pulling on a pair of black slacks and dress shoes, the Ishikawa made his way past his stylist, grabbing his tux top and dagger before going out the door. "W-wait, Ishikawa-san!" Aito yelled after him. "Relax Aito, you'll still get paid, I just hired you to satisfy the elders," Koucha called behind his shoulder. Aito sighed before running a hand through his hair.
Making his way through to the entrance, Koucha heard a rather happy voice echo through the lot. "My family, showing off to the max, especially to the Ishikawa family. The elders are so competitive with them.. Oh well, I'm just their puppet anyways. I'll be fighting for you, nee-chan! And then afterwards, I can play with the animals! Yay!" The violet haired male simply smirked at the voice before making his way to her. "Aren't you the optimist, Ryokucha?" He murmured standing next to her. His spotless, brand new Bugatti pulled over beside him. He had to agree with the brunette when it came to the showing off, but this car was a present from his father for taking on the cruel task of the Beverage Wars for the family. The door swung upwards, revealing his long time driver, Hachiru.
"I guess I'll see you at the party..." Koucha mumbled as he slipped into the heated, leather seat. "Kotone."