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Kiyoshi Kohaku

"I hope you don't mind the violin. I play while I'm thinking."

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a character in “Beverage Wars”, as played by Ashes-6695

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Name: Kiyoshi Kohaku [淳 琥珀: Kiyoshi meaning "pure" and Kohaku meaning "Amber"]
Nickname: Haku, Kiyo, and sometimes Yoshi
Age: 18
Gender: "Do I look female to you?"
Love Interest: "Uhh..... well...." O//////O
Role: White Tea
Appearance: Kohaku looks quite the typical elegant beauty, with a pretty face and few flawed features. His black hair holds waves to it, and tends to get out of hand when its humid or he doesn't bother combing it. But it’s a rare occurrence when he forgets to tidy up his appearance. People like to label him as a bit a stick in the mud; quiet, boring, plain, but he tends to just send out that clean-cut sort of vibe. His large eyes are a pale blue, framed by thick dark lashes, and tilt slightly upward at the edges, holding a somewhat almond-like shape. His face is precious and pretty, and his skin is pale and porcelain-like. He's quite lovely, but all that cute tends to make him slightly feminine-looking. It would be a lie to say he hadn't been mistaken for a girl with short hair and a boyish figure once or twice, but his style of clothing doesn't particularly help, either. He normally sports cute and clean-cut clothes. He's not exactly a tee-shirt and jeans type, now is he? Often, he'll wear round-collared button ups under cute clingy sweaters or collared shirts with ribbons around the neck. Majorly, he sports Victorian wear just because he likes it, but occasionally his outfits get a little more Chinese in origin, since that is where his drink originates. As for pants, he'll go with skinnies or possibly shorts, but normally it will be nice, black, and not jean material. His casual is more like semi-formal, but that’s just the way he likes it.
Height: 5'6"
Personality: Quiet and on the meek side, he's not the first person that someone will notice in a crowd. Aside from his looks, he's tends to blend in with the background, and not typically by choice. He's not the strongest person, and doesn't have much strength he can rely on, which gets him to sort of rely on others for backup. He's the type that can sit and read for hours, and one would think him to be the most benign soul on the planet, not able to hurt a fly. But he can be out for blood, too, sometimes, and even he can get heated once in a while. But his odd and calm personality leaves no room for things like grudges or prejudices. He holds almost no hate for people, but has trouble with the concept of love, as well. When he falls for a person, he falls hard. It's just a little more difficult for him to come to terms with what exactly he's feeling. But his lack of discrimination just makes it a little easier to toss a knife at someone, or forgive something they might have done.
Likes: Sugar, like, anything with sugar. Nature and plants. Reading. Cute clothes. Knives. Different cultures. Music, especially foreign music. The violin. Familiar people.
Dislikes: Getting his hands dirty. Getting dirty. Getting an outfit ruined. Large animals. Spicy foods. Dressing down. Being teased. Bad music. People who think they can sing but can't. Scary movies. Strangers. The cold. Nightmares.
Fears: Most people that are bigger than him. Large animals. Thunder and Lightning storms. And he’s often quite paranoid after watching a horror film.
Hobbies: Reading, playing the violin, listening to music.
Weapon: Throwing knives
Special Moves:
1. Heated blade- sending scolding heat into one of his throwing blades until it is white-hot.
2. Silver Purification- Most teas are known for fighting infection, and he can channel this attribute to heal flesh wounds and sickness. It doesn't seal up the wounds right away, but it helps to cleanse it.
3. Silver Needle- [Some white teas have visible silver "hairs" or "needles"] This ability is both his most powerful, and the most draining to his energy. During this, a murkey steam is released into the air and the space is laced with thin silver threads pulled tight enough that touching them can cut you. The threads are difficult to see in the haze, but glint silver in lighting. He can place them in any way that he pleases, and one wrong move from the opponent(s) can leave them with severed limbs.
Specialty: Avoiding direct conflict. The whole thing about throwing knives is that he can do it from a distance.
Catchphrases: ”Calm down and shut up.” “You realize that you’re annoying, right?” “Don’t you have something better to do?” “I hope you don’t mind the violin. I play while I'm thinking.”
History: Not increadibly healthy or strong from birth, Kohaku had issues keeping himself out of trouble. For quite some time as a young child, illness was his major issue, but he eventually grew out of it. Until he was about 13, though, he had quite an issue with kidnappers. He'd had to be protected constantly, and in fact, had been successfully taken and held for randsom four times. Despite being firsst born, he had always been the smallest and meakest of his brothers, and they often think he's not suitable to be the head of the family. Their father hasn't come to a conclusion on the matter, but he wants to try and prove he's gotten tougher since he was young. Unfortunately, he's still very voulnerable to being picked on. When he was younger, he was mistaken for being a young girl all the time, and as soon as he turned 14, cut off his shoulder-length black waves to try and look a little more masculine. It didn’t work that much, but a few people managed to get the message. Either way, the teasing about his gender didn’t stop for a while. Now that he’s older, he doesn’t have as much of a problem with the teasing, but occasionally people make the mistake. More often he gets picked on for being a weakling or a scardy cat.

So begins...

Kiyoshi Kohaku's Story

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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Kotone Ryokucha


The chattering of the crowd was loud and jumbled up in the dome-shaped newly remodeled stadium, the Nomimono Stadium. There were four platforms, each were empty and had four squares on them each. Meanwhile, underneath the stadium were a network of dressing rooms and rehearsal rooms. And under each platform was a group of four, and in the middle was the infamous idol, C.C. Lemon-tan, peppy and ready to go. Then suddenly, all the lights were turned off in the main stadium, silencing the chattering audience.

"Good morning everyoneee!" an obviously excited voice echoed throughout the stadium, most people recognizing it instantly. It was C.C. Lemon-tan's voice, and her platform was being raised up to the main stadium in the darkness. Handfuls of citzens shouted and clapped as the spotlight focused on the girl, and meanwhile, all of the other beverage groups were being raised into the stadium through the platforms in the darkness.

"Welcome to the once-a-decade Nomimono Beverage Wars! Let's begin by stating the rules!" she hopped in the air, and then pointed to the screens that hung above her, which flashed the rules as she read them aloud.

A girl, whose appearance is of a mature late teenager stood in the upper left square, her posture elegant and poised. Her hair was a reddish-brown, which was put in a taut bun, topped off by an oriental kanzashi. She wore a kimono that was a jade green, with a lotus pattern, and though her appearance is that of a mature young woman, her thoughts and personality were far different.

"This kimono is so uncomfortable! I want to go play at the pet store with the animals!" she whined under her breath. I wonder how Rose-chan is doing back there.. Koto turned around, peering at the slightly taller girl behind her, with the rose in her hair as usual.

"Psst! Rose-chan! Can we go to the Nomi Forest later?" she poked Subarashi Habuti's arm, hiding her face from the rest of the teas as usual. She then quickly returned to her elegant mode as the lights flashed on the Soda group, C.C. Lemon-tan introducing them to the audience. She glanced over at Coke, and recalled a few childhood memories, then pinched herself before nodding her head, her lotus kanzashi silently jingling. All the groups were expected to dress how they were viewed, the Teas had to wear kimonos, Alcohols were to be wearing their formal western clothing, Juices were to wear something fancy, yet nature-related, and the Sodas had to wear something fancy, but related to their company. How come we're the only ones who have to wear stuffy kimonos?! Koto pouted slightly, but was once again surprised by the spotlights flashing on the Alcohol group, C.C. Lemon-tan doing the introductions, but it's not as if Kotone actually paid attention this whole time. (Which means that whoever's in the Alcohol and Soda group, you can put your group's introduction in more detail.)

"Ah, we're next." she quietly muttered, peering up at Koucha Ishikawa, who was about a head taller than her. She stood, poised and refined, as usual and expected, and soon enough, the spotlights flashed upon her group.

"Next is the Tea group! The members being: the Green Tea, Kotone Ryokucha!" The square she stood on lit up, and she waved, then with the flick of her wrist, she pulled out her lotus kanzashi and tossed it into the audience behind. Her hair was released from the bun and was let out into maroon shiny waves. The crowd cheered as they did with the other groups, Kotone watching the shocked reactions of the elders in her clan in victory. How's that, you uptight geezers! C.C. Lemon-tan continued on, the next person to be introduced being Subarashi Habuti.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami Character Portrait: Akio Shinsei Sōda Character Portrait: Rue Furutsu
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SHINKO MISUTO


Shinko stood straight and poised with her head held high as the lights flashed at the Soda group. She donned a dress with an exotic green print displaying paisley and ombre going around the entire dress which is then overlaid with delicate emerald tulle. At the waistline, a lime green sash holds tight to her body and under it, a cute skirt that gave her easy access to move around in. Her hair was in a high ponytail with her infamous twin braids framing her face.

“The first group we have here is……. The Soda group!” Shinko was usually able to tolerate C.C. Lemon-tan but she was starting to put her in a bad mood for some reason today (she didn’t let the annoyance show- that’d be unprofessional of her). She didn’t know if it was her being extremely loud right now or if her heels were just making her uncomfortable. She highly doubt it was the latter, though, since her ears are a bit sensitive much to her liking.

The first to be introduced in the group was Coke. He cockily waved at the crowd with a smirk plastered on his face. So conceited… she thought to herself as chrome green orbs scanned the other groups before landing on Green Tea. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she skeptically looked back at Coke. She knew of his relationships with some of the female members of the Teas and she was starting to think that it’d be a hindrance in the future. We better not lose just ‘cause he has a soft spot for them, her eyes shifted towards June Tsugami. And I’ll just have to get along with this one, too, she almost cringed at the thought of working together with her rival but she knew that team work would have to be important if she wanted to win.

“Next of the Soda group, give it up for Sierra Mist, Shinko Misuto!” She then averted her gaze back to the crowd and waved with a small, polite grin as the spotlight shined upon on her. "Aww! Such cool beauty, ne?" After C.C Lemon-tan gave a high pitched giggle and moved on to the next group, her game face was suddenly on, intsantly going into her competitive mode. If any drinks are going to win, It'll be utter bullpiss if it isn't us Sodas.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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кιуσѕнι кσнαкυ~ нαкυ's heart thudded inside his chest as if threatening to burst out at any moment, right in front of the massive crowd. They weren't even looking at him yet - their attention was elsewhere - and he could already feel the speeding beat of the blood-pumping organ begin to hike up into his throat to choke him. He didn't do well with crowds, he never had. But at least the block in his throat wouldn't abstruct him - there was no speaking involved. That Idol girl was taking care of all the introductions. All he needed to do was stand there and look pretty. Looking cool was officially out of the question; he stood there in a stuffy, slightly feminine kimono with his hair straightened and pinned back on one side with a silver string tied in a bow, looking meek with his hands fingering the hem where the front of the kimono criss-crossed. The Kimono sported pale, delicate colors, with shimmering silver accents. The ensemble together with his pale skin and soft features gave him such a doll-like appearance, and his bright eyes and dark hair stood out with due emphasis. Even his fingernails sported a blue polish with silver metallic tips. He personally wasn't quite sure why he'd agreed on the particular style, and worried that it perhaps made him look too feminine, but it was too late now. He could only hope the moment of being on display would be quick, and he would be able to change soon enough. Even if he did like looking cute, this was excessive, and he felt like a collector's doll on display. Not to mention that this kimono buisiness was completely ridiculous in the first place; most teas originated from china, and were later distributed to other asian cultures and so on, so forth. But whatever. Steriotypes aside.

He watched as a couple other groups were introduced, each member giving their own little wave or smile. Depending on what they did, they seemed to either be trying to convey a certain attitude or just trying to be themselves. Maybe even just trying to leave a lasting impression. Sh*t, He thought, biting down on the inside of his lower lip, but catching himself just before breaking through the skin. What am i supposed to do? Just smile and wave? I don't wanna look stupid or anything, but they'll probably forget about me later on anyway.... Maybe it'll be okay...

Kohaku's hands clenched as the lights shined on the teas. Sh*t. This was it, wasn't it? Everyone was going to be staring and looking. Haku gave a quick glance around the group, biting his lip again and looking for any sort of slight glance of approval from any of his teammates. The others seemed so much more confident. If any one of their hearts were beating at half the pace of his, it certainly didn't show. His eyes landed on Koucha Ishikawa, a friend of his that he at least felt a little familiar to, and felt a small tinge of jealousy. The much taller boy was strong and confident, poised and... ready, at the very least. Haku felt quite the opposite; small and nervous and shy. He let his eyes drop once again, giving off a shakey sigh.

The spotlight dropped on Ryokucha Kotone, and the girl's introduction was nothing shy of outgoing and bold. Jealousy tinged again, but he tried to take a deep breath and gather himself at least slightly before the spotlight was on him.

The spotlight still caught him pretty off-guard.

"White Tea, Kiyoshi Kohaku!" the idol called out as the light hit him and he tried as hard as he could to swallow his heart back down into his chest. He blinked wide-eyed for a moment, but caught himself, and forced his expression into a sweet smile, giving a shy wave before quickly retreating back into his previous and shy position. As the polite applause (he assumed people were only clapping because they figured they had to) roared in a mixture of claps, giggles, and 'aww's, a light blush of embarrasment settled into his cheeks. "Aww, isn't he sweet?"

Haku bit his lower lip, tugging lightly at the hem of one of his sleeves and lowering his head a bit to hide the light embarrasment. This was almost worse than being forgotten about, or being boring. Now everyone thought he was cute; not that it hadn't been inevitable. He would simply need to buckle down and tolerate it, but he simply didn't care for all this attention. As if the crowd wasn't bad enough.

He took a deep breath of relief as the attention turned to the next person and could relax, even if it was only slightly. At least this would be over soon enough and he could change into something a little more comfortable, or, his own style at least. He wasn't quite sure the exact layout of rooming and such, but he hoped anyone within earshot of him didn't mind the violin. He had to do something to unwind, and the instrument normally calmed him down. The unfortunate part was, despite him being able to play the violin quite well, many of his sessions for thinking or unwinding resorted down to him mindlessly plucking the strings in a random and not-so-ear-pleasing order. Screw anyone who complained, of course, because he found the action necessary. And yet..... it could go on for hours. Well, depending on how many people would be saddled with hearing the abnoxious noise, he figured he'd try to make the length of the session shorter. Very considerate.

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Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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Koucha Ishikawa


Koucha's inner war with his visible irritation raged on as he fought the clawing urge to narrow his eyes at the ridiculously hyperactive voice of C.C. Lemon-tan. He forced his agitation into a heavy sigh while she read off the rules the groups were briefed on at an earlier time. Standing on one of the high platforms with his fellow Teas, the pride-driven young man stood poised at and gazed out at the roaring crowd. Koucha was rather accustomed to performing in front of a crowd, being one of a rather large family, so this was nothing more than another event for him. The violet haired male turned his head slightly at the barely-audible sound of Ryokucha's voice whining about the fairly unnecessary, formal clothing.

Looking down at himself, Koucha couldn't help but agree with the fellow Tea, though he was familiar with the feeling of a Kimono, he still agreed that it was rather uncomfortable when on a platform with a crowd boring holes through you like hawks. He currently had a loosely tied pure violet Kimono wrapped around him, with a kenseikan headpiece pulling his long hair back from his face. The Kimono was tied together with a pure white sash and he had a pair of Eastern style sandals on his feet.

Hearing Kotone whisper to Subarashi, Koucha slightly turned his head until snapping back when a beam of light engulfed the Soda group with C.C. Lemon's voice not too far behind. The Ishikawa simply narrowed his eyes at the overconfident Coke who was currently waving at the crowd, while practically radiating cockiness. He shifted his dark orbs over to the silver haired female of their group, Sierra Mist, as the girl gave the male a grave expression before turning to the other male who had a head of green and basically wincing. He watched as the girl then proceeded to give the crowd a polite smile as she was introduced. Afterwards, he blankly stared at Tsugami as the male advertised his beverage with everything on him, from clothes to the actual product. Not long after, Heidi, or 'Peppy' as they call her, was introduced. Koucha chuckled at the glare sent across the stage at C.C. Lemon before observing them as a full group. His mouth curved into a small smile of amusement at the fickle state of the Soda group before sighing when he realized that his was no better, other than the fact that his best friend, Kiyoshi was also in his group.

Glancing at his friend, Koucha raised an eyebrow at the male's seemingly worried or frightened expression to say the least. Then he remembered how his friend never had a great history with anything to do with crowds. As he was about to whisper a few words of encouragement to Kiyoshi, a beam of light showered down on Ryokucha. The girl plucked her kanzashi from her hair, which was pulled into a bun, and flicked it into the crowd behind her, releasing her auburn hair in luscious waves. As expected the crowd roared, while Koucha allowed a small smirk to form on his face at the reaction of the elders in her clan. Don't get him wrong, Ishikawa respects Elders with everything in his being, his most beloved Grandfather formerly being one of them, but there was just that enticing sense of satisfaction when you get under their skin once in a while.

The spotlight then traveled from Subarashi to Kiyoshi who exploited his 'adorableness' to rile up the crowd. He gave the male a sympathizing expression before quickly molding his face into one of seriousness when the light beam slowly traveled to him.

"And finally, here we have our very own Black Tea, Koucha Ishikawa!" Shifting himself to give the crowd a small, mischievous smirk before said audience burst out in rambunctious applause and animalistic roaring. As the beam of light shifted away, and C.C. Lemon continued introducing the other groups, Koucha made sure to take notes of each person. Even with his calm persona, Ishikawa couldn't suppress the bubbling competitiveness in him. May the best Beverage win.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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Takashi Kuran


A pair of pale scarlet orbs scanned the area as the platforms were raised, humming a playful tune under his breath. Being one of the most hyper-active and party-loving people you will ever have the pleasure of meeting, Takashi's been the one who attracts the attention of almost any crowd. As he's always said, "The more the merrier,". The redhead quietly whistled to himself while he stumbled along the platform, softly nudging his fellow Juices along the way just for the heck of it. He then stopped as C.C. Lemon-tan's voice rang out and introduced the first group.

Giving a hearty laugh at Coke's usual naive cocky attitude, as the introductions took place, Takashi had a bright smile on his face, that is until his gaze fell on none other than his so called 'twin', Wine. The baby-faced Kuran's face dropped faster than a heartbeat, but quickly composed himself when he felt the eyes of the massive audience burn holes through his body. Tearing his eyes away from the look-alike, Takashi fidgeted with the tie that seemed to tighten around his neck. The redhead never actually hated Wine, in fact the two used to be the best of friends, until one day Wine just turned his back on him and fell into the world of players and popularity. It didn't help that every time someone saw his back, they automatically assumed he was the Alcohol. Shaking himself from the reverie, Kuran suddenly felt a new pair of eyes fall on him, and not just another one of the hundreds of the audience either, this pair felt... different. Turning to face the Alcohol group completely, he found the eyes of none other than the 'Champ' herself, Takara. A beam of light suddenly fell upon the girl and Takashi just as quickly snapped back to face the other way.

Wearing a red, flower-printed tux vest, with a plain white collared shirt underneath, while a bright, heat-packed spot light occasionally shining down on you, really turned up your body temperature. Takashi also had a pair of freshly polished dress shoes and black slacks to match. Finally, the spot light froze on the four members of the Juice group.

"And here we have the group of never-ending enthusiasm, the Juices!" C.C. Lemon's voice instantly grappled Takashi's attention. The spotlight raining down on their Leader-figure, Orange. After the man's self action to grant himself some attention, the light stuck itself onto Takashi. "And here we have the twin of Wine himself," That brought down Takashi's ego more than he let show on his face, but forced a bitter smile on before it could be caught by more people than he would want. "Takashi Kuran!" The red head puffed out his cheeks and made a peace sign towards the audience. He would usually be against exploiting his 'baby-face', but this was a special occasion and they needed to rile up the crowd to be on their side. The action sent a rippling wave of shrieks through the females in the crowd while the males simply chuckled at the childish motion. After we win this, I don't want anybody to mistake me for him.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Koucha Ishikawa Character Portrait: Kiyoshi Kohaku Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Subarashi Habuti Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Amanda Honey-Crisp Character Portrait: Ryokucha Kotone Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: June Tsugami Character Portrait: Akio Shinsei Sōda Character Portrait: Rue Furutsu
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Kotone Ryokucha


Koto twitched slightly as one of her curly waves of hair was poking her neck, which bothered her quite a lot, as it would most people. She quickly flicked it off in a split second, hoping that no one was watching her, and then felt a certain pair of eyes on her. She carefully redirected her vision to Coke, who was staring at her, and then suddenly looked away. He scoffed from afar, running his hand through his hair. The kimono-clad girl questioned his actions, since he had been acting like he'd known her for a long time since she had returned from the extreme training, oh well, she can just ask Rose. She stood silently, and slipped her hands into her kimono sleeves, at first groping for the tiny, fluffy, yet slightly worn, rabbit plushie. She fiddled around with it to pass the time and to warm her lukewarm fingers. Agh! How long will this take?! This stadium scares me since it speeds up your lukewarming rate by ten..! I wanna go play with the animals in the Nomi forest...

After the introductions, C.C. Lemon-tan took a swig of her drink, and then winked to the crowd, as attention-grabbing as ever, isn't she?

"Okay~! Now, everyone, I announce the Nomimono 137th Beverage Wars, official! It will be on TV and live here, at the stadium, Every Friday, and the times will the announced two days prior to the tournament! Thank you all for coming and watching the opening ceremony! Now we shall mark this with the traditional...." C.C. Lemon-tan paused, raising her arms in suspense, "Celebratory Nomimono Exclusive Party! Now will all V.I.P.s please go through the gold doors on the south wing and flash your ID!" she gestured towards the golden double doors packed with beefy men who have a scanning device in one hand, a tazer in the other. I bet if they didn't have those tazers, then they couldn't stand a chance against me, or nee-chan! Now, all I have to do is sneak out during the the whole chaos with people leaving and all and then I can go play! she thought optimistically to herself, smiling ever so slightly.

"Okay, now will all beverage contestants please leave and get dressed for the party?" C.C. Lemon-tan for once, stood still and smiled like she should have in the first place. Koto silently stepped down the stairs of the platform and quickly went to her dressing room, sprinting through the last few halls and then quickly slamming the door shut behind her back and sliding down in relief.

"AHH! This kimono is so freaking stuffy!" she recklessly threw off the endless layers of clothing and tossed it onto a chair, her tone of voice was childish and a more higher pitch. She was just about to slip on her shorts until she heard some rustle. Koto quickly slipped on the lavender shorts and white tee, grabbing a dagger in case. She put on her elegant mask once again, changing her tone of voice completely.

"Who is there? It is quite rude to interrupt the Ryokucha heir in her dressing room." She ran her finger across the shiny, scrubbed blade as she corrected her posture immediately. A familiar figure emerged from the wardrobe.

"Ah, Koto-sama, you are as sharp as usual." her clothing attendant chuckled, holding a blue kimono to change into. Koto grimaced, and then held the blade towards the woman's neck. She held a glass bottle in front of the woman's face, and sprayed a secret memory-erasing concoction in her face which erases the victim's memories of the past five minutes. Koto swiftly pushed the woman back into the wardrobe and sat on the chair, discreetly hiding away the blade as the woman snapped out of the ten second trance that followed afterwards. Ha, as long as the family secret medicine is in my hands, I can be myself easily, just as long as no one remembers, which can only be achieved by drinking the 'blood' of the Ryokucha... I don't think anyone will be getting to my blood at least. But sadly, it's immune to the Ryokucha themselves.

"Come on out, Asami-san, I know you're there." The same woman emerged from the wardrobe, chuckling, and then held the same kimono in her hand.

"As sharp as usual, Koto-sama, but unfortunately for you, the family has already predicted you escaping, so they sent me. Now be obedient and put it on." the woman removed Koto's clothing and and slipped on the first piece of robing.

"No, I refuse, unless I get to wear western clothes, I will not go and will be going outside." the girl slapped away the attendant's hand and tossed away the robe. The woman smirked and took out her attendant's earpiece, calling one of the elders. Koto sat there, grinning in victory, and poked at her plushie.

"Yes. Yes 'mam. I'll tell her that. Okay, have a great evening." the woman clicked the earpiece, followed by a thud at the delivery chute. She walked over to there and opened it, taking out and opening a box.

"Here you go, o-jou-sa-ma." she said, passing the box over, her tone of voice had a slight mix of irritation in it, well, who wouldn't? It's either get fired of follow the brat's every beck and call. Koto bitterly put on the outfit, even though it was western style, she just hated parties that were formal. She looked at herself in the mirror and waved at the attendant.

"You can leave now, after all, I do keep my promises." the attendant quickly left, and Koto grinned at the stylish and cute outfit she wore in the mirror. She grabbed the leg strap and strapped it under the skirt, equipping a few blades. She stared at her faithful katana from her sister and then regretfully left it in her kimono for the attendants to put away. She threw on a soft black scarf to drape around her arms and then set off to the party, heading to the sleek two-seated Benz that her family had prepared, just to show off. She looked around and sighed after the coast was clear.

"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!" she did a little spin as she happily held the white bunny plush in her right palm.

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кιуσѕнι кσнαкυ~ Kohaku's heart seemed to jump down in pace slightly as he departed from the eyes of thousands of spectators. The complete heart attack from simply being out there at all was gone, but his heart still thudded quickly and anxiously. It was somewhat of an aftershock, but also a beforeshock to this party he'd need to attend to as well. More being placed on display and having to act just right and look all gaudy. He just wanted to relax; put his own clothes on, pull out his violin, and drown the world in abnoxious noises until everyone started screaming at him to shut up. It was a rare occasion when he would actually play a song during an unwinding session. But unwinding would have to wait; this stupid party was coming up now, and he couldn't stand the idea. He hoped it would be quiet, hoped that everyone would be simply too busy or distracted to remeber he was there, and hoped he could blend in with the background until the night was good and over. At least Koucha was there. Haku could follow his best friend around if he got lonesome or bored, and at the very least, could hide behind the much taller boy in case the situation arose that someone wanted to talk to him or something. It was a marvelous plan.

Kohaku made a paced walk to his dressing room, taking a few deep breaths and trying to force his heartbeat to slow. Despite his fear of broken composure, he did indeed look calm enough now, though he took extra precaution trying to seem like he had all his sh*t together. After stepping inside, all the calm and collectiveness he could muster completely exploded into worthless dust why the hell was one of his younger brothers in his mother f*cking dressing room oh my god.

"Hiya, nii-chan," Shichiro greeted, grinning with one hand on his hip. The 6-ft, fashionably-dressed boy stood leaned against a vanity table having just turned around from some kind of work he'd been doing with the contents on top of it. Shichiro was one year younger than Haku, but had almost always looked older. If Kohaku could be capable of hating anyone, it would be his younger brothers, and Shichiro would be second highest on a list of four. Number one highest was Shichiro's fraternal twin, Ryuu, who was slightly more irritating, and Haku was just glad that he wasn't here as well.

"Why the hell are you even here?" Haku whined, expressing a distorted look of being just too tired to deal with his younger brother's sh*t. He had enough of his own to deal with.

"Dad gave me permission to help you out with getting ready for this party and stuff," Shichiro responded, shrugged. "Me and Ryuu would have come, but frankly I'm much more fashionable and Dad trusts me more than Ryuu-chan."

"Well, thank god its not the two of you..." Haku responded, sighing and stepping a little further into the room, feeling shorter and shorter the closer he got to his brother. It really sucked having younger brothers that were taller than him, but Kohaku could imagine that Ryuu-kun was peeved about it sometimes too. After all, Ryuu was only an inch taller than Kohaku, and hung out with Shichiro 24/7. His other two brothers, ages 16 and 14, were already 5'10" and 5'9", but probably not getting any taller. Haku could only imagine that Ryuu was such an extra pain in the ass because he was insecure about the height structure in the family or something. Haku was by far the smallest, but the rest of his family was also held the same lanky, delicate frame.

Kohaku bit his lower lip, almost choking on a lump in his throat rembering his family. His dad had been watching him, hadn't he? Haku already knew his father was on the fence about him, and could hardly stand the idea that his father had watched his shy fumble under the spotlight. "Um, about dad... He was watching, right?"

"Yeah, I was right next to him. Why?" Shichiro asked, gesturing for Kohaku to sit down on a stool and then getting right to work, pulling the silver ribbon from his hair first. He had this grin on his face like he knew exactly what Kohaku was worried about.

"Well?" Haku prompted, letting a bit of his aggitation slip through his calm outer shell. "Was there any.... reaction? I mean...."

"I know what you mean," Shichiro responded, letting loose a small chuckle as he raked a comb quickly thrould Haku's hair. He gave a quick gesture for Kohaku to stand and started helping him out of the stuffy, elaborate kimono. "But no. I was sitting right next to him, and all he did was give one of his dad-faces. Its impossible to tell what exactly he was thinking." Their father had a particular expression all five boys had dubbed the 'dad-face,' in which he would simply stare with a gaze bordering upon glaring and not a single twitch of a muscle or waver in his lip give a single hint into his emotions. No smiling, no furrowed brow. He'd give it in most situations, no one could figure whether to be afraid or releived of the reaction to something that had happened. More often than not, the boys chose fear. "It was obvious that you were having a heart attack from the stage fright, but who knows, maybe people will go for the whole shy thing. Just forget about dad for a second. Oh, hell, what do I care? You can go ahead and drown yourself in anxiety about it if you want! That'd be kind of hilarious." Shichiro chuckled again, tossing the kimono on a cushioned chair in the corner and snatching a black button up, holding it out for Kohaku to slip his arms into.

"You're an ass." Kohaku responded in what seemed like a grumble. His slid into the shirt and buttoned it himself quickly, then snatched the white skinny-styled slacks that his brother was already holding out patiently. After pulling them on and tucking in his shirt, Shichiro helped him into the white blazer, and the rest of the finishing touches of the ourfit.

In the end, Kohaku sported a sweet white tuxedo with silver hemmed accents. The pitch black dress shirt was buttoned to the top button, and a white ribbon was tied around the collar. He wore his favorite dark grey boots, laced up the front in black, and stretched all the way up to his knees with his pant legs neatly tucked inside to show them off. They were designed like old military boots, and he wore them with most outfits. The sleeves of both the dress shirt and the blazer were lengthened slightly, ending just past his knuckles to emphasise the cute, slightly more compact frame that he sported. His bangs, still good and straight from being styled earlier, were pinned back with two silver hair clips; to each was tied a silver string that dangled down to about the tip of his ear on the left side with various sizes of round beads in grey, black, and pale blue. Shichiro had quickly fixed up a patch where Kohaku had chipped away at the polish on his nails, and finished up his job with a little bit of sassy eye make up; black liner on the top lid and silver liner on the bottom lid. Haku felt stupid, but Shichiro did know what he was doing.

"Alrighty," Shichiro exclaimed, plopping down into the plush chair with the discarded kimono and watching as Haku secured a studded black belt around his waist - one that Shichiro did not approve of in the least for the outfit, but knew he could do nothing to stop his big brother - and stuff some of his throwing knives into the holsters. "You should be all set for the party. Try not to whipe your eyes or cry like a baby, m'kay?"

Haku gave him a quick glare. He shrugged.

"Oh, and try not to follow your little friend around like a lost puppy, It makes you look pathetic and clingy." Shichiro added, picking up a magazine from the vanity and flipping back to his page as if he were going to sit in that dressing room all night.

"Give me a break, I can do whatever the hell I want!" Kohaku snipped back, narrowing his eyes and slipping out of the room before his brother could be even more of a pain in the butt.

He quickly made his way out to the pale silver mustang with tinted windows that he - believe it or not - requested himself. The color he hadn't requested, however. Kohaku's favorite colors were gold, blue, and black, but the assosiation with pale colors like white and silver and the pale yellow color of his drink itself forced all these light colors with public outings. His family had wanted to prepare a much more elegant car, or an antique car, but Haku had claimed he'd set foot in nothing other than a cool car, half because he liked pretending he was at least a little cool, and half because it pissed his dad off. At least the outfit Shichiro had prepared wasn't all that bad. It was movable, and quite similar to something he would have picked out himself, aside from the makeup and the nails (though, he really does paint his nails, but always black or white). He scooted into the middle of the back seat and took a deep breath, wishing he could be behind the weel himself, but knowing far too well that if he was, he'd being headed somewhere else.

"Your father said you might enjoy this-" The chauffer piped up as the car pulled away from the curb. Before Haku had a moment to ask what he meant, the older man turned the nob on the stereo to blast a steady sound of an IAMX beat enveloping the car. It was one of his favorites, too; Welcome Addiction.

Haku let out a soft sigh, settling into a little relaxation. "At least he knows one of the things i like." He commented quietly, tapping his fingers down on the car door in the notes of how the tune would have been played on the piano. Despite being a strict violinist, Haku did know how to play most other instruments. He simply couldn't care about the others quite so much. But with such a lovely pianist part, he couldn't help but know every note on the lesser favorite instrument.

The remainder of the car ride to the location where the party was being held was much less unenjoyable as he had imagined, unwinding to IAMX. At least that took a bit of the edge off, but it didn't remove all of it. He still needed his violin, but with no time for such a think inside the car, he could wait, at the very least. As the car pulled up to the building, he stepped out of the car before the chauffer could bother to step out and open the door for him. It seemed as though there was a group of press, but they fixated on someone else, and Kohaku could easily sneak passed without getting stopped or anything. Not that he figured they would have stopped him in the first place, being not quite as interesting as the others, but he was still pretty happy about not being hassled. He slipped inside quietly, and made his way over to where the party was being held. He was hesitant once again, pausing off to the side and looking around for any kind of familiar face, but eventually settled for finding a seat to take a deep breath and try to slow his heart, which had now begun to highten in pace once again.

hopefully i can find Koucha soon, he thought, chewing his lip. Otherwise this night is going to be complete torture...

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Koucha Ishikawa


"Good evening, Ishikawa-san. Or should I just call you Kou since we'll be allies?" The Ishikawa raised an eyebrow at the rather bold (Pun) statement. He simply stared at the girl for a moment, observing her calm, and elegant personality, the polar opposite of the optimistic voice he heard mere moments before. Hachiru peeked his head out from the driver's seat questioningly at the delay, before the violet haired male simple nodded; signalling it was alright. Sliding into the seat and mumbling his farewell to the fellow Tea, Koucha watched in slight amusement as the girl strode up to him.

"You didn't happen to hear me earlier, did you? If you did, keep it a secret. Well, it's not as if you, an Ishikawa will actually listen to a Ryokucha. If you do happen to let my secret out, be prepared to be my enemy on the field too. Later, Kou-cha-san." Koucha suppressed a chuckle as the girl threatened him, before difficultly shutting the car door and making her way to her own car. "Isn't that Miss Kotone, of the Ryokucha, Koucha-sama?" Hachiru asked, wearing a playful smile. "Yes," Koucha replied, before smirking; watching as the girl snatch the keys from her own driver. "Hachiru, you know I respect you, yes?" He quickly asked his chauffer. "O-of course, Koucha-sama." The male responded, suddenly curious about the sudden question. Koucha watched intently as the brunette Tea slipped into her own car. "Then with all due respect..." The Ishikawa said, gazing at his fellow Tea's car; in which the windows were rolling down. "Get out." He deadpanned, snapping his gaze onto his long time driver.

"W-what?" In a swift movement, Koucha swung the driver's door open from the inside, gave his driver a firm shove to make him stumble out of the car, and lunged into the driver's seat himself as Kotone flashed her driver what appeared to be some kind of card. By the time the Ishikawa had slammed the door back into place, and snapped his seat belt on, he saw the twin lights of Ryokucha's Benz swerving away onto the road. Without a second of hesitation, he drove off after her which, with his car's acceleration, didn't take very long.

Tapping his fingers patiently on the steering wheel, Koucha embraced the precious silence that he's been missing the last few days ever since he started this competition. Moving into the right lane to make the exit, he watched in slight curiosity as Kotone abruptly switched into the correct lane, just barely making the exit before driving in himself. Squinting slightly, he noticed the brunette had an arm bent to her head and automatically assumed she was on the phone when he caught a glimpse of her talking. Continuing to drive, the Ishikawa glanced into his rear view mirror only to see the same black and silver Lamborghini, he saw a while ago, trailing behind him. While taking glances from the road to the rear view mirror, Koucha could've sworn he saw a head of silver in the car.

Thinking back, he knew he had seen someone with silver hair from before. Raising his eyebrows in recognition, Koucha made the connection. That Sierra Mist girl... He never did absorb her name completely, remembering how he was slightly distracted by his best friend's fidgetiness.

Slightly side tracked by the thought of Kiyoshi, Koucha realized he had trailed behind from Ryokucha, who was now making her way into the building. Driving into the valet quickly, and tossing the keys to an over-excited valet boy who seemed to drool over the car, with a firm, "Get a scratch on it, and I will kill you,". Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the roar of the media who seemed to gather from nowhere. Pelting him with questions, he simply gave them a small smile before replying, "I apologize, I am needed elsewhere,".

His polished, black leather dress shoes, made a soft sound as he took quick strides into the lobby of said establishment. Scanning the area for the brunette, he found himself deserted only hearing a distant ring! of the elevators. The violet haired Ishikawa heir decided to take his time and wait for the others, especially Kiyoshi, to arrive. Making his way to the restaurant where the party is said to be held. There, Koucha found Tsugami filling up a plate and a rather unbalanced, wobbly figure of what he had concluded to be Nikola, of the Alcohol group.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Ishikawa decided to approach the rather tiny female as she planted herself onto one of the chairs lining the wall, conducting that simply ignoring her would be rude. Not to mention, that he had to start gathering data and information about the other groups to have an advantage on the battle field.

"Excuse me, Zielkov-chan, you seem rather groggy," He started, his hands in his slack's pockets, "Is there something wrong?"

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Koucha Ishikawa


Koucha simply gazed at the rather tiny female in slight amusement as she appeared baffled by his simple question at her rather dazed expression. His small smirk only further deepened as she looked up; he caught a glimpse of surprise flash through her face. Blinking several times, before attempting to give him a decent answer. "Yeah, actually. I don't like... There's too many..." The girl seemed to have difficulty wording out her problem. "I'm not a... party person. That's all..." Her sentence drifted off as she had another moment of hesitation. He waited there patiently as the girl appeared to be gathering her thoughts, after a short while, she settled into a somewhat agitated expression. This took him back a notch, but he just as quickly regained his disposition.

"I'm so sorry; I don't know your name..." Her sentence cut short as she rubbed her temple, looking at him expectantly. The Ishikawa was rather surprised at this, and slightly ticked off. He practically felt his ego being hammered with a stake, but forced his dominating smirk back onto his face. Clearing his throat, it took all his self-control to keep himself from twitching or shuffling in miniscule irritation. As a member the heir of the Ishikawa Clan, he was particularly well known. Even if she hadn't recognized him from his family position, she should at least know him as a contestant of the competition ergo one of the people she's going to have to try to kill.

Had she forgotten? He thought sarcastically, as he tried to mend his stricken self esteem. Realizing she had probably been waiting for him to introduce himself, he made eye contact with her once again. "Of course, I am Koucha Ishikawa, of the Ishikawa Clan, and of the Tea group," He introduced himself with a hand on his chest. Bowing slightly in respect, he looked around to find a distraction for the biting urge to hit something. Catching a head of dark hair inside the restaurant, he realized it was Kiyoshi, settling into a chair by himself.

"Kiyoshi!" He called out to his best friend, gesturing him over, before facing Nikola once again. "I hope you don't mind, Kiyoshi is my best friend, he's also in the Tea group," Koucha told her. It suddenly just hit him how small and seemingly fragile she seemed visibly. Just like a child, he chuckled to himself, almost by instinct, he reached out and gave her a soft pat on the head. Koucha was more than accustomed to spending time with the children in his own Clan every once in a while, and he respected and adored them as much as they respected and admired him. "You're rather short, aren't you?"

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Shinko sighed at the sight of paparazzi as her mood grew darker. They better move unless they want to get run over. Her eyes narrowed at the crowd as their eyes widened in glee as they saw her through the windshield after being left in the dust by Ishikawa-san. To her delight, they made way for her so her car could be handled by one of the valet drivers. She casually got out of her car and handed the keys to a man with dark red hair and bright green eyes. “Thank you and please don’t ruin anything.” If she were some other girl, she wouldn’t care less if anything happened to the car -since it was actually her father’s- but she was a perfectionist and would absolutely hate having to ride back home if the car wasn’t the way it’s supposed to be. Every little detail mattered to her whether it was one of her belongings or not.

Like Black Tea, Shinko simply excused herself from the media and entered the lobby. Now where do I go? She didn’t care if she looked foolish, she wasn’t going to ask for any help. She scanned the lobby before her eyes spotted an area where a red head recently disappeared in. Red hair…. Red hair…. Now who was a red head? Oh! It’s probably one of the Juices or perhaps… an Alchohol? Well, I guess I’ll just see for myself. She walked at a slow pace, taking her sweet time, until her nose was filled with the delicious aroma of food, automatically making her feet walk faster. Since food is obviously there than that means… Her stomach growled. FRUITS! She had always favored fruits just because it made her feel like a child again. Back when her mother was still alive, they’d sit out at the patio and eat different types of fruit all the way from ruby red apples to big, juicy watermelons (though she could never eat as much as her mother did seeing as she was just a small child). It was sort of like a mother-daughter tradition they did in the weekends after a long week of work.

Like a lady, Shinko made her way to the food stand with poise and elegance. She knew her father would be upset if she didn’t have a solid meal first but she just couldn’t help it. Looking at the many types of fruits before her, she eagerly filled her own two plates with colorful arrays of fruit, carefully placed among one another evenly. She just couldn’t stand it if one pile of food in general was bigger or smaller than the other(s) so everything had to be perfect. Gomene, Otousan, but Kaasan would probably do the same, ne? She thought proudly to herself at the thought of being like her mother. The only thing that made her upset was that her only memory of her was all a blur.

As if the fruits put her in a trance, she was completely oblivious to the fact that there were also others (though only a few) in the room, let alone her rival who had also filled his own plate of food. Though she wouldn’t admit it, she knew she had a bad habit of letting her guard down when it came to fruits of any kind. Completely indulged with the food on her plates, she finally snapped back into reality when she realized that one more step and bam! She would’ve bumped into the red headed’s back in front of her. She didn’t even realize she was holding her breath until she exhaled in relief. Trying to keep her cool due to embarrassment, she slowly backed away and muttered out a low apology while giving a slight bow (even though she didn’t even lay a finger on him). “Gomenasai. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” Well, that was unprofessional of me. Tch, stupid fruits…

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Kotone recalled the group of drinks that had already arrived, that being Koucha of course, Shinko Misuto representing Sierra Mist, the mysterious yet imfamously well-known Nikola Zielkov being the Vodka of the Alcohol group, Takashi Kuran with his signature red hair and amazing similarity to Wine, being Cranberry Juice, Kohaku in his always fashionable attire, being the White Tea of her own group, and June Tsugami, representing Sprite, Shinko-san's rival and Akio's best friend, but of course Koto had only seen Tsugami once or twice since she didn't hang out with Akio as much he did, since she was always stowed away in the main house, though it was always fun to be with Akio, he was like the brother she never had. Rose and Akio were like glue, always hanging out as kids, but since Kotone was so occupied with training, she couldn't keep in touch as much as she wanted.

A sudden clatter yanked Koto from her thoughts, making her realize that she was sitting on the windowpane with the window wide open on the top floor, the cool summer breeze lifted the hem of her dress slightly and brought cool air to her thighs; the daggers and straps weren't exactly comfy when sitting.

"Ack! Since when did I get back up here?!" she stumbled, falling backwards and onto the patterned carpet behind. She sat up and rubbed her back in pain, then hearing a sea of women chattering, then followed by a pause, and a man's voice saying something. Koto quickly stood up, brushing off her soft dress, and readjusting her bow, already gritting her teeth at what her attendant had always nagged at her, You're a lady of the Ryokucha family! And the heir too! Look presentable! Those words, followed by a stern, cold look. Koto quickly hurried to the elevators to go back down, and right when the elevator doors opened, a famous man surrounded by chattering women glanced at her with an unexpected look, and then smiled at her.

"Oh, how unexpected to see you, Kotone." his deep voice suprised her, it sounded definitely different than Koucha's refined voice, and different than Kohaku's soothing voice, those were the only two males she had interacted with recently.

"Sorry, I don't recall knowing you that well, so can you please not call me by my name so closely? See you later this evening." she strode past him, unwilling to respond to his rudeness, and pressed the button on the bottom which had a big bold L labeled on it. As the elevator doors slid shut, she took a quick glance from the corner of her eye at him, identifying his face. That must've been Wine. Since when did he get here? Oh well. I just need to spike C.C. Lemon-tan's drink, record the whole thing, and give the memory card to one of the drinks as a present! Then they can choose what to do with it. I am a genius. Unless they decide to actually post it online.. Then everything would go downhill.. Oh well.

Koto left the elevator, her dark rust-brown hair followed behind her, floating slightly since the hotel's A/C was on, and she looked around, recognizing Kohaku. Yes! A Tea! No matter how much I try to be friends with Rose again, I guess she's a bit mad about me suddenly cutting contact.. I'll just have some small talk with Kohaku, he seems a bit nervous.. Well of course he would, with all the hustle and bustle of the Beverage Wars, who wouldn't be?

Kotone sat down in the chair beside his, tapping on his shoulder lightly.

"Hey, you seem a bit nervous, do you want to chat?" she smiled. Kohaku's family, probably the only Tea family that mine is on good terms with, I think.

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кιуσѕнι кσнαкυ~ "Kiyoshi!"
Kohaku picked up his head and quickly searched around for the familiar sight of his best friend, the beads on th side of his head dangling and clacking against each other with movement. Koucha? he thought, eyes darting untill he located him and gave a quick wave, beginning to get up from his chair before a light tapping on his shoulder encouraged him todrop back into his seat again.

He turned his head with raised brows to spot Kotone, giving a kind smile towards him. "Hey, you seem a bit nervous, do you want to chat?" she asked.

"Oh, uh," Haku hesitated a moment, glancing back over at Koucha almost as if he needed recognition, and back at Kotone. "Well, I..." His gaze circled back to Koucha a moment as his bit his lip. Well, Koucha seemed to be having a conversation of his own with one of the alchohols. Even if he did gesture Haku over, perhaps barging into his conversation wouldn't be the most polite course of action.

"Koucha," He called over. Once he was sure he had Koucha's attention, he continued. "I'll catch up in a second!"

After another moment he turned back, giving a sweet smile to Kotone. "Sorry about that, but sure, we can chat." He made a small motion, face tilted downward slightly in a shy postition, to brush a strand of hair behind his ear, though it quickly fell back into place. "I sort of can't help but be kind of nervous, y'know? I've never been really good at... Well, I've never really delt well with crowds and such. Its hard not to be on edge today, after all."

Haku gave a light shrug, leaning back and chipping at his brother's freshly fixed polish job on his middle finger of the left hand. Chipping at his nail polish, he knew, as a nasty habit that wasn't good for his nails in the least, but he couldn't help himself. Even around someone like Kotone, who he was at least somewhat familiar with, he was having the slightest bit of anxiety still. Probably just aftershock still hitting him straight in the middle of the most shy part of his personality, but he kind of hoped that the anxiety would get the hell out of his body. This was simply making him look even more pathetic than he figured that he already looked - despite the fact that he indeed looked plenty poised, only jus increadibly shy - and was in no modd to make it worse. At least the day was almost over, of course. A little sting plucking and sleep would take the edge off enough to function at a remotely normal level by the next day, seeing as the events for the next day weren't quite as public as the others, but after a day like today, who could say?

"What about you, Kotone-san?" He asked as a follow-up, picking up his downward gaze and cocking his head cutely to one side. "You seem to be handling it pretty well." He suddenly furrowed his brows and bt his lip for a moment. "I'm actually kind of jealous; you seemed so confident and bold..... Be honest, was I the only one who was just sh*tting a brick up there?" He sighed, recalling the event and trying to think of any reason that his little display hadn't been completely terrible. "Figuritivly speaking, of course..." He added with useless explaination, speaking slightly softly and letting his sentance trail off. Hopefully Kotone could reassure him slightly that he hadn't looked like a complete idiot in front of all those people, but he didn't completely disregard the possibility of her confirming what he'd assumed.

[ahhh, kinda short for my standards, but its sort of late now and.... bluhbluhexcusesbluhbluhbluh]

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Koucha, Koucha, Koucha... She repeated the name over and over in her mind, determined not to forget this one, at least. She'd known he was a Tea! He had the... look of a Tea. Weren't they supposed to be really elegant and such? He sure did act the part. Except when she initially asked the question; He'd seemed a bit taken aback initially. She had no idea what his problem was. Ego, probably. Most guys had issues with that. Didn't they? Nikola decided to stop thinking about that. She was starting to confuse herself. 

After introducing himself in a manner that to Nikola seemed overly respectful, Koucha looked about, apparently catching sift of someone he knew. He then turned to her and said, after calling out to his friend and waving him over, "I hope you don't mind, Kiyoshi is my best friend, he's also in the Tea group," Nikola tilted her head to get a better look. He seemed engaged with another girl at the moment. She looked back to her hands, settled flat on her lap.

She started when she felt a soft pat on her head. Nikola didn't dare look up, but her eyes were wide with surprise. Had Koucha just... patted her? Seriously? No one did that but Sasha! No one was allowed to... Nikola was glad her makeup hid her embarrassment. Nothing upset her like being treated like a child. 

"You're rather short, aren't you?"

Nikola sat up straight at that. Anyone who knew Nikola well, however few people that may be, knew that she was very much like a loaded gun. How do you fire a gun? Pull the trigger, of course. How else? Nikola's temper, similarly, had a trigger of its own. That was, coincidentally, being called short. She could handle being treated like a child, albeit barely. People often did that to other people anyways. However, people who knew full well that she was a young woman should not be so ignorant as to call out her diminutive height, especially in such a casual way. It was that she could not tolerate. How stupid could you get?

So, she bit her tongue as her shoulders started quivering slightly with anger. Her hands were curled into fists in her lap, nails threatening to tear the fragile material of the gloves. Nikola could hear the twins' voices in her head. Uh ooooooh! She was going to punch this guy so hard his grandparents would feel it. She was going to smash his f*cking face into the f*cking wall, and beat him senseless with a f*cking chair. Who the hell did he think he was? What was his deal? How dare he?!? At the moment, she wanted nothing more than to beat the guy's arse like there was no tomorrow. God, she wished she had a bat...

Suddenly, she thought of Sasha. What would he say? Nikola distracted herself from her rage by thinking of this. Niko, what are you doing?!? Are you crazy? Just calm down, Nikola. Calm down... Surprisingly enough, she did feel a small amount of her tension flee. She was still very, very p*ssed. Not trusting herself to say anything, Nikola kept silent and tense, biting her lip and clasping her hands to ensure she didn't do anything regrettable.

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"Oh uh," Kohaku quickly glanced at Koucha, then back at Kotone herself, making her realize that she had just barged in abruptly. The fellow Tea looked back over to Koucha and then bit his lip, while Koto silently squished her rabbit plush in embarrassment. "Well, I..." he trailed off, then proceeded on shouting something to Koucha, and turned back around to her.

"Why didn't I realize that he was already getting ready to leave before?! I'm so rude and stupid..!" she muttered under her breath as Kohaku replied to Koucha. The boy turned around and smiled sweetly, and in an instant, all of Kotone's stresses were wiped away in a refreshing swipe. She sighed in relief and placed her hands on her lap, making sure that her daggers weren't visible.

"Sorry about that, but sure, we can chat." He then looked downwards shyly, pushing a lock of hair back, only to have it fall back. How cute- I mean, he must be kinda nervous! I am too, especially since from now on, after this party, there will be cameras everywhere, on field or not.

"I sort of can't help but be kind of nervous, y'know? I've never been really good at... Well, I've never really delt well with crowds and such. Its hard not to be on edge today, after all." he began to pick at his nail polish, something that Kotone would also do, a lot, so no one would bother to paint her nails, besides her sister. She smiled and then began swinging her feet a little, relaxing a bit.

"I know how you feel, especially since the Tea group is expected to be perfect and elegant, but in reality, aren't we all just normal people?" she looked up at the chandeliers, admiring the stained glass shards that hung from them decoratively.

"What about you, Kotone-san?" he looked up, tilting his head to the side cutely before continuing. "You seem to be handling it pretty well." He crinkled his brows together and bit his lip once again; it seemed like a habit, probably. She blinked and turned a barely visible tint of pink.

"M-Me? Umm.." she stuttered, widening her large, clear, caramel-colored eyes. He continued on, "I'm actually kind of jealous; you seemed so confident and bold..... Be honest, was I the only one who was just sh*tting a brick up there?" Kotone stared at him, and tried to remember what she impulsively did back in the stadium. "Figuritivly speaking, of course..." he softly trailed off, seeming a bit worried. She slightly looked away, letting her loosened rust-colored curls fall like a slightly translucent curtain around her face, pink from compliments she had not genuinely heard in ages.

"No you weren't! I was just doing that thing that everyone does, imagine the audience were just all cats! B-Because cats are fluffy and cute- I mean! Because cats are really quiet and they don't judge you, correct? Because either way, they will still love you! But anyways, I'm pretty sure some of the others were turning into yokan the moment the lights hit their group!" she turned back at him and smiled brightly, still keeping her inner real self in check. She pulled a lock of hair behind her ear and looked around before leaning slightly towards Kohaku.

"To be honest, you did a lot better than me, I bet later I'm going to get in a lot of trouble, especially since I refused to wear the original dress, shoved my driver out, and I'm probably gonna cause some trouble later.." she stifled a laugh, and stood up while thinking of how hilarious it will be, the whole party in havoc just because the most famous idol got on a drunken rampage. And how exactly would Kotone know that? Because she happened to stumble across a drunken C.C. Lemon-Tan shoving booze in everyone's mouths. She slipped her hand behind her leg secretively and held her other hand up to revert attention away from the other. She pointed at the chandeliers, colorful glass shards glittering in the lighting.

"But like these chandeliers, even though they are made of imperfection, they can still shine and be beautiful, aren't we all?" she took that moment to swipe a sweet milk candy from her left utility belt. She placed the candy, wrapped in a pure white wrapper with cerulean blue Japanese kana printed on the thin plastic, in his hand that he was chipping nail polish from before.

"Sweets always can cheer someone up, even me! Now you can go ahead to meet up with Koucha, sorry for interrupting." she lightly bowed before walking over to the drink table, where C.C. Lemon-Tan was drinking out of a pretty glass, with of course, her own drink. Koto deviously walked to the idol and smiled.

"Oh, your drink is almost out, I'll go refill it for you." she took the glass before the idol could respond, and hurried over behind the large drink dispensers. She grabbed a bottle with clear liquor and poured in about 3-4 shots of the alcohol, and then quickly stowed it away. The smell was strong, but letting it mix with the lemony drink can at least hide most of the smell. Kotone returned with the spiked drink, and placed it on the table behind.

"Here you go, sorry for being so rude earlier." she smiled elegantly, and shuffled over to the food, smelling delicious and tempting. She quietly took a plate and placed all the Western food she could get, steaks, ribs, pot roast, all were fresh and tender. She noticed a silver-haired girl, in an outfit which one could easily tell who she was if they were forced to memorize all the participating drinks.

"Shinko Misuto, correct?" she asked the girl, who was just interacting with the Crannberry Juice, Takashi Kuran. Kotone felt the eyes of her family's elders on her, adjusted her posture, and elegantly, in one movement, swiped a plump grape, eating it's sweet, yet slightly tart berry goodness.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Sierra Mist." she held out a white grape to the girl, smiling in hopes of getting her elders off her neck.

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Retracting his hand from Nikola's head, a small smile forming on his face, his expressions ranged from genuine amusement to slightly curious while watching her. Her back straightened, her jaw clenched, and hands balling into tight fists, Koucha started to wonder if he'd done something wrong. Now that he'd thought about it, his statement might have come off in a rather insulting way. Stuffing his hand back into his slacks, a rather sheepish feeling crawling up his throat, but he let out a soft breath, knowing what he had to do next.


"I-I *cough*," He cleared his throat, "I apologize if I said something wrong, I didn't intend anything, I just meant how your small frame is..." He, himself, couldn't believe he was being put on the spot by a competitor. His pride hasn't been struck down more than it has than it has in the last... five minutes? Ramming his brain for an adjective suitable for the child like female that wouldn't make her more uncomfortable and irritated than he has already rose out of her. Keeping his lavender eyes onto her slightly flushed face, one word slipped out from his lips.


"Cute..."



The word was uttered out before Koucha's strictly self control perfecting brain could process what was happening. Clearing his throat once again, he shifted his gaze onto everything he could see from that spot, everything but make eye contact with Nikola once again. "I'm gonna go get a drink, nice meeting you." He told the girl before making his way into the restaurant area. Once there, he watched as the Ryokucha heir filled up a glass with something that he was sure wasn't the drink they were giving out at the event. Walking past her, he smelled a barely noticeable hint of the scent of alcohol being drowned in the smell of lemon. Following her with his eyes, he noticed her place the drink on a table beside the infamous C.C. Lemon-Tan.


Suppressing a chuckle, he turned back to the drinks, pouring one for himself before noticing Kiyoshi was now by himself. Making his way over to his best friend, Koucha stepped aside as a red head he was sure was the representative of Cranberry, Takashi Kuran, rushing to the restrooms. Thinking that the Kuran could take care of himself, he continued walking to Kiyoshi.


Messing with the slightly shorter young man's hair, the Ishikawa heir chuckled and gave his friend a slight nudge. Taking a sip from his drink, he looked around the room at the other competitors. "Sorry about ditching you earlier Kiyo, I ran into Ryokucha and couldn't help but mess with her," He murmured, glancing over at the brunette who was now interacting with his silver haired trailer, Shinko. "Have you gathered any info on the others?" Koucha asked. "I've been talking to Nikola, she's tiny-as you could probably tell-but has a heavy temper," He informed his fellow male Tea. "I guess her height or frame is a weak point," The violet haired Tea chuckled at the somewhat ridiculous vulnerable point. Placing his drink on the table, he cleared his throat again before continuing to evaluate the other contestants. Suddenly, a shudder rippled through him, and he took in the slightly cool atmosphere of the restaurant area. The Ishikawa practically felt all the heat, as well as the strength, in his body leaving him. He looked into his reflection on his glass and found he looked rather paler than usual.


"Damn, this isn't good," He muttered to himself.

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кιуσѕнι кσнαкυ~ Haku smiled warmly, a little bit of releif spreading across his face with Kotone's kind words. She was making him feel better, at least, whether she was genuinly trying to reasure him or simply wanted him to stop being such a weenie since he was on her team. He was pretty sure her kindness was genuine, but wasn't about to discrard the possibility that the reasoning was the latter. After all, every person was capable of lying, and he didn't want to look stupid beleiving every nice thing he heard, only to have someone tell him the opposite later.

"But like these chandeliers, even though they are made of imperfection, they can still shine and be beautiful, aren't we all?" Kotone said, seeming to be drawing the conversation to a close as she rumaged behind her in what Kohaku assumed was a pocket, until she fished out a plastic-wrapped candy and pressed it into his hand. "Sweets always can cheer someone up, even me! Now you can go ahead to meet up with Koucha, sorry for interrupting." She finished, giving a light bow as she stood to leave.

Kohaku gave a sweet, thankful smile, trying to catch her before she had departed for good. "Thank you, Kotone-san. You really helped ease my nerves a bit..."

He watched quietly as she departed and continued on a mission against that irritating idol, C.C. Lemon-tan. He gave a quick smile, shaking his head, before turning back to spot Koucha. It seemed both boys had finished their prior conversations, though Koucha's had finished with enough time to walk over to meet up with Haku, first. He gave a friendly smile, shoulders relaxing in the relief of being around someone familiar. "Hi, Kou."

Koucha came over and messed with Haku's hair, letting parts flip in ways they weren't supposed to. Kohaku made a quick, irratable face like a pout, and tossed his hair back into the position it had been before. Koucha gave him a quick nudge before taking a seat beside him.

"Sorry about ditching you earlier Kiyo, I ran into Ryokucha and couldn't help but mess with her. Have you gathered any info on the others? I've been talking to Nikola, she's tiny-as you could probably tell-but has a heavy temper. I guess her height or frame is a weak point," Koucha said, diving right into conversation. It only figured that he would want to assess the weak points of the other teams right off the bat. But something didn't seem all too well about Koucha either. a shudder ran through him, and he gazed into a glass. Haku heard something of a mutter, but couldn't discern it well enough.

Haku bit his lip, letting his eyes wander off to the side. "I haven't talked to anyone yet besides you and Kotone-san, i'm sorry..." He trailed off, sighing and remembering to stuff that candy kotone had given him down into his pocket for later. He chipped off a little more of the nail polish before looking back finally at his friend. "Are you okay? You don't look too good..." He furrowed his brows at his friend and leaned closer. Koucha did seem kind of pale...

[arg, nuther shorter post................ but im pressed for time, gotta work....]

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Another shudder tore through the usually calm young man. He kept a cool face to keep his best friend from worrying about him. With a thin smile at said male, Koucha raised a hand to his head feeling his forehead, where the skin had the texture of cool marble. "I'm a little cold," he uttered out, "I'm gonna go get something to warm me up, I'll catch you later, Kiyo." With that, the violet haired Ishikawa escaped from the table and made a beeline to the beverage table where he found, with a small spark of gleefulness, the very girl who he left not too long ago.

Forming the teasing smile, that now seemed to be accustomed to appearing on his face, despite his current condition, he approached the petite form. When met with her rather flustered expression, he felt his smirk drop into a genuine smile. Even though what he said earlier was uttered out on impulse, rather uncharacteristically, he's starting to believe his subconscious wasn't entirely to blame.

"It seems we just can't stop meeting each other, Miss Nikola," he greeted rather teasingly, while grabbing and spinning a wine glass into the air and back into his awaiting hand. Searching through the bottles, his pale purple orbs landed on a particular bottle. Popping it open, he took a quick whiff of the substance inside before smiling to himself. Perfect...

Pouring himself a rather generous amount of the bottle into his wine glass. Throwing the drink back with massive gulps, he immediately welcomed the slight burn that scorched his throat. Alcohol wasn't used often to regain the warmth of a Tea member, but the urgency of the situation called for this. It wasn't as if Koucha was new to the drink, actually far from it, being one who spends most of his time with the elders, they restlessly encourage him to drink what they have to offer, which was almost always wine.

Turning his attention back to his little acquaintance, he poured himself another glass with a small almost goofy smile. That was when a small thought hit the heir, with the overactive drinking to the rather childish, impulsive speech a moment before he must've came off as rather foolish to the girl. His mouth curved upwards slightly, if the girl considered him less than what he truly was-the heir of the Ishikawa Clan-she was in for a difficult time in this very competition. The last man who dared to underestimate him ended up acting as a 'Welcome' mat for his family's small stronghold. Not to mention his liking to strategic games which increased his quick thinking and strategy making skills ten fold. Thought the more that he thought into the subject of having to fight the petite Alcohol member in front of him, the more firm shake, he gave the female a mischievous smirk, taking small sips from his glass that he spun playfully between his fingers. Without a second of hesitation, he lifted his hand and placed it onto the crown of her head, remembering the rather irritated response she expressed before when he did so. There was a little warm feeling he received when he teases her that he can't help but to do so again. "I meant what I said earlier, by the way," he mused, brushing a finger gently, yet purely unintended, across her cheek and watching carefully to gauge her reaction. "Oh, and your friend, Takara is here."