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Beverage Wars

Nomimono

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a part of Beverage Wars, by SunniBunny.

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Nomimono is a part of Beverage Wars.

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Ryokucha Kotone [25] It's nice to meet you.
Koucha Ishikawa [23] "Hey, I'd like you to meet my sword."
Nikola Zielkov [21] "Mother Russia! I'm not that short!"
Takashi Kuran [20] "No, I'm not him, try again later."
Shinko Misuto [17] "I'm only saying this once: I am not a swagger-jacker!"
Kiyoshi Kohaku [17] "I hope you don't mind the violin. I play while I'm thinking."
Takara Chardonnay [16] "Im awfully confused.." [PICTURE UPDATE]
June Tsugami [13] "Sparkling, cool, refreshing"
Heidi Katherine Ballentyne [8] "Don't look at me like that..."
Subarashi Habuti [6] "Come on I won't bite.... hard."

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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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June Tsugami




Written in guady, bright white letters, the slogan 'Sprite' wrapped its way across his back and shoulers. June grimaced towards the crowd, seemingly unimpressed by the show of the opening ceremony as the soda's platform rose into the limelight. As if the banners across his suit weren't enough, June also carried a Spite bottle in his right hand, a prop his sponsers had enthusiastically encouraged him to drink from as he introduced himself. He found his own eyes glancing curiously at the fellow competition of the other teams before his attention returned to the sodas. Noticing Shinko's stern gaze wash over him, June responded to his erstwhile rival with a mischievous wink, daring her competition. Shinko's competitive nature always somewhat irritated him so he enjoyed taking every opportunity to annoy her. His grimace twisted into a pleasant expression of simple delight as the ceremonies events proceeded, their focus falling on his green hair. "He's the cool and calm personality of the Sodas, give a warm welcome tooo Juneee Tsugamiii!"

One arm fell to his hips as June arched his back slightly and drank deeply from the sprite bottle held in his other hand. Like any good promoter he 'ahhed' loudly in apparent satisfaction before waving and smiling to the cameras. June felt warm alright. He could feel the heat of excitement bursting and rippling amonst the audience as they clapped and cheered to all four teams. He felt even hotter as he shifted awkwardly underneath his black suit and trousers. He continued waving until the spotlight changed, at which point his grimace returned ever so slightly.

His arms came to rest by his side as he watched the events unfold. In all honesty, he looked forwards to the coming tournament with a mixture of trepidation and anxiety. He felt a tug at his side as Coke offered him a friendly grin of excitement and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. Lets get the ball going then

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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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Heidi Ballentyne


Ocean hues scanned the crowd for a moment as the pedestals were lifted, an eyebrow raised in response to the amount of people who had come out to see this thing. Was it really that important? Hiedi sighed and shuffled in her new outfit, her left hand on her waist as she twirled a parasol that rested on her shoulder with her right. This clothes were so gaudy and...why did she have to wear a skirt or all things?! Her fist clenched a bit on the handle of the parasol, the pepsi logo on the top of it shimmering in the over-powered lights above her head. She swore she probably looked like a pepsi logo what with the combination of the shimmering red skirt, sequined blue top and white sash that rose above her shirt a bit on the left. Not to mention the shoes. Ugh, they weren't even close to comfortable, the blue haired girl couldn't even comprehend how women were even meant to walk in heels. They weren't all that high, only a few inches, but still...she just hoped she wouldn't fall over on stage. A sigh escaped her lips, and she twirled the parasol a bit more.

As the lights finally moved to the Soda group, azure eyes blinked shut a bit as C.C. Lemon-Tan's voice screeched out the name of the group she belonged to. The spotlight was shone on Coke first, of course, he just waved like the idiot he was. How were they ever supposed to win if she was expected to work with him? Ugh. After him was Sierra Mist, better known as Shinko Misuto, who was looking rather calm and collected as usual, however she wasn't on very good terms with June, also known as Sprite, who actually wasn't...that intolerable. It wasn't as if she liked him or anything though...! After June had made his debut, the spotlight was shown on Hiedi, sequins shimmering as the panel below her feet light up and she sighed a bit and twirled her parasol a bit more. It only got worse when Lemon-tan opened her mouth and announced, "And here we have our very own Peppy Pepsi girl, Hiedi Ballentyne!"

Hiedi shot the woman a two second glare before giving a slight smile and waving toward the crowd with another sigh. This was so...annoying. And did she really have to call her by her nickname? God, have mercy. Although, she supposed it would be a good thing that the crowd knew her name, that way they would be sure to know who the real victor was. She hoped nobody could tell how arrogant she was being. Might as well give it up now, we're going to win anyways...

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Takara Chardonnay


Takara watched the other groups with much amusement, and delight. It been awhile since she seen the other drinks, and the ideas of parties just kept getting in her way. But she had to focus, as soon as the spotlight hit the alcohol group, she struck a simple pose. Takara ran her fingers through her hair, flipping it a bit in a prideful, yet graceful movement. Beaming a smile, she stood there wearing her expensive business suit, hands gripping her slender hips, giving an air of intelligence. "Now we have the... Alcohol group!" The infamous C.C shouted, cuing the crowds claps and cheers. "Heh~" She giggles, waving, while watching the spotlight shine on the others.

Their reaction's were priceless, some were nervous, fidgeting and biting their lower lip while some just didn't give a damn. Ryokucha was a little pretty example. "Can't wait till the party starts, neh Nikolia...?" Takara spoke, her voice filled with excitement. Taking a glance at her little "family", she watched Beer wave off to the crowd, blowing and sending off kisses and winks. While wine, the player, just smirked, causing the women in the crowd to swoon. Though this didn't affect her one bit, her heart was filled with so much joy and happiness that nothing could ruin it at the moment.

'Now to grab some attention...' She scanned the crowd and saw millions of eyes just passing her by or glancing at her, so taking advantage of such attention, she began to wink, sending the crowd wild. She couldnt let this oppurtunity to pass right? So jumping up in the air, she cheers, her true personality revealing, the party-obsessed, happy girl. "We are going to win!" Takara declares, flipping the hair from her face, leaving it in a slightly crazy position. After this whole thing was over, takara swore that she would party to the night fell, and sun rose. Besides a party is perfect for any occasion. She giggles, waving a bit more, her face flushed cutely, and her hair messy from the excitement. But as she does so, her eyes caught the familar face of a red head. Takara focus her teal eyes down at the group and blinks. Takashi, aka cranberry juice, the known wine look alike or some would say, long-lost brothers. Her eyes soften but she shook it off.

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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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Nikola Zielkov


People, noises, bright lights. That's all she knew. That, and her own confusion and apprehensiveness. Where was she again? Of course, the stadium. Why was she there? The Beverage Wars, that's right. To watch the contestants prance about before her as they were introduced by the over-enthusiastic C.C. Lemon-tan? Nope. She was one of them. One the Watched. One of the Fighters. Nikola shivered slightly as she tried to bring back the comforting sensation of her oldest brother wrapping her in a soothing embrace before she left, whispering words in encouragement in her ears. "Niko, you're not like them. Use that to your advantage. Please try your best to pay attention. Please. I swear you'll be unstoppable if you do. Remember, we'll be rooting for you, Niko." She suddenly wished she weren't Vodka, that she were someone else. Maybe even a part of the screaming crowd. They weren't on the spot. They weren't being watched by the whole world. 

Nikola almost fainted as the spotlight was turned to the alcohols. If there was one thing she hated, it was attention. It was just about the only thing that actually scared her. Attention led to bad things. So, she shifted as close as she could to her closest teammate, Takara. She kept her violet eyes to the ground and shifted uncomfortably as the whole world's gaze seemed as though it was turned upon her, and her alone. For once in her life, she felt self-conscious about something other than her height. The others were dressed so finely, while she herself felt plain. She'd opted for a black evening dress, cut just above her knees and laced down the back. The slightly widened sleeves extended an inch or two beyond her trembling fingertips. She wore not-quite-knee-high black boots laced down, which she hoped disguised the shaking of her legs well enough, somehow. Not that her appearance mattered. Nikola was very grateful for the seemingly monumental distraction her teammates provided. She risked looking up and aiming a small wave at the crowd before fixing her gaze back down at her feet. 

When can we get on with the fighting? she thought uncomfortably as she wrung her hands together. She bit her tongue almost hard enough to draw a bit of blood. More thoughts flurried about her mind as she begged the spotlight to be lifted. Why am I here? It's not worth it. They're scaring me. Mother Russia, give the attention to someone else. I just want to fight and go home. I'm not some attention whore. I don't need this. All I want is to win for my family. Are they still looking at me?Wait, where am I...? And for the first time in her life, Nikola felt she couldn't defend herself. 

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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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Rue stood as still as she could on the platform for the juices as C.C. Lemon-tan began the introductions. She really didn't pay all that much attention to anything that was going on, as she was never all that could at paying attention. She had such a short attention span it was almost hard to believe. Her mocha eyes moved from the flickering lights, then to the audience, then the floor, then they darted back up to C.C. Lemon-tan. This repeated so many times it would probably be impossible to count. Her toes twitched in her closed-toed heels and every now and then she would gently pull on the bottom of her dress or twiddle her thumbs. She couldn't handle standing so still, she was too excited. This was her very first time ever getting the chance to do something like this and she just wanted to scream. She felt strange without her orange jacket and cap too, a little empty actually. But her mother had practically forced her to leave them back in the dressing room sine it would look unprofessional on the platform. Her usually choppy hair was also pulled back away from her face and curled behind her head, pinned with a few diamond clips that matched the crystals on her high heels.

The idol girl finally reached the Juices platform and the little smile on Rue's face slightly widened as she waited for the spotlight to fall on her. She tried to calm down a little as her heart started to race. She was excited but a little concerned at the same time, after all she wasn't the true heir to the Furutsu family, but since her older sister was too weak to participate in the tournament and her brother was too young, she practically became the stand in. The brown-haired girl giggles a little as Takashi puffed out his cheeks to the crowd and they went crazy, well at least most of the girls. The spotlight finally shone itself onto her presence and all of her concerns disappeared.

"And freshly picked from the lemon tree, we have Ruepai Furutsu!" C.C. Lemon exclaimed into the microphone as Rue slightly turned herself to face the crowd with a giant smile on her face. She raised both of her hands up and waived excitedly, ignoring the disappointed expressions from a few of her family members as the crowd went wild. She didn't really care if they were simply cheering because they could or if they were doing it for her, but she liked the attention, even if it was a little loud. She then turned back to face the original direction she'd been facing before with her hands behind her back and a little, innocent smile on her face as C.C. Lemon-tan continued introducing her group before finally they were dismissed back to the dressing rooms to change for the party.

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She let out a relaxed sigh as she entered her dressing room and slipped off her high heels. They had started hurting her ankles while up on the platform, not to mention she'd started to feel really warm because off all the lights. Her head was starting to bother her from all the screaming and cheering from the crowd too. "I don't wanna go to some V.I.P party.." She pouted to no one in particular. She smirked mischievously to herself as she picked up her orange jacket and pulled a little red box of chocolate pocky from its pocket and popped it open. She pulled out of of the stick and stuck it into her mouth, for once thankful to the fact that her parents most likely wouldn't come down to congratulate her or anything like that. She said on the floor Indian style for a moment as she munched on her favorite snack, spacing out a little as she tried to think of someway to get out of going to the party. It was night time already and it was supposed to be a full moon tonight. There was no way she was about to miss it for some party that only the old people would enjoy.

She closed the Pocky box and pulled off her dress to quickly get changed in the second dress that she'd brought with, this one a little more comfortable than the first. Next she slipped on a pair of white flats that were much more comfortable than the high heels she'd been wearing earlier. She brushed out her hair, which fell out of place and back to its choppy old self much to easily, then pulled on her cap and threw her jacket over her shoulders before peeking out the door and down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear with the end of the Pocky snack sticking out of her mouth.

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Character Portrait: Takara Chardonnay Character Portrait: Nikola Zielkov Character Portrait: Takashi Kuran Character Portrait: Rue Furutsu
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Takara Chardonnay


Takara beamed at the thought of a party. "Knew it~" She chirped knowingly, before jumping off the plate form with ease and grace. But before she left, she glanced at Takashi, and then the others such as lemonade wondering something. While doing so, her eyes flashed with an uncertain emotion. But as soon as she realized it herself, she shook it off and glomped a nearby Wine. "Winnnnee~ Lets go to the party together ne?" Wine merely glanced at her, and nods with a scoff, slipping away from the girls grasp forcefully. And as soon as he was free, he just walked off, attending to his pack of ladies. But Takara could only watch, a sad smile replacing her bright one. She loved Wine..or did she? "I-I'm confused.." she whines, holding her head, but she noticed where she was at. Not wanting anyone to see her like this, she started to skip off casually yet "cheerfully" to the dressing rooms. "Come On Nikola~" Takara called out, knowing she will enjoy the thought of less attention.
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"Oh you arrived Ms.Chardonnay." Takara giggles, and did a little curtsy, which only made the dresser giggle. "As energetic as ever... now what do you want to wear? Any preferences?"
Takara simply blinks and beams once more. "Something bright, oh and something loose!" This made the dresser raise a brow at her. "Loose..? What in the heavens name for..?"
"You know for fights and such!" "Oh...." The dresser sighed in relief, blushing at her dirty thoughts. "Well alright, I think I got something for you Ms.Chardonnay." Within minutes, a simple white, strapless dress, which reached her knee, was placed in front of her. The ends of this dress were slightly ruffled up, and a diamond-encrusted chain was loosely fixed onto the waist, dangling from its sides. It was simple,yet exactly what she was looking for. Slipping it on, she twirled around to display the wonderful dress. "As always, you pick the most wonderful dresses Ms.Tamaka~!"
"on the contrary my dear, your the one who makes the dress dazzle, but nevertheless, thank you.." The dresser now introduced as Ms.Tamaka replied softly. "Oh and here are some accessories which were worn by your mother..." Takara's smile tightened at the word "mother" but her smile was still there. The dresser peers up at her, and brought out a glass container. Opening it, it revealed a necklace, a couple actually. One caught her eye though. It was a Diamond necklace, and it was awfully pretty... "I want to wear... this one~!" She took out the necklace of choice carefully, and placed it on. "Ah here are the matching earrings.." The earrings appear to be tear drops, and they were followed by smaller ones. She thanks the dresser, and placed on the earrings with ease. "You look beautiful, just like your mother...yes your mother was a beauty..." Takara stares into the mirror and nods slowly. "Yeah..."
Noticing her change of mood, Ms. Tamaka quickly changed the subject. "O-oh yes make-up!"
"Make it simple okay~?" Ms.Tamaka nodded, and like a ninja, she swiftly applied the simple and basic types of makeup which were on hand. A little blush there, mascara, eyeshadow and lip stick. "Finished, now here have a look." Takara peers into the mirror and nods with a bright smile. "Thank you~"

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Nikola Zielkov


The next thing she knew was a smaller, much quieter space. A dressing room. Her dressing room. There was a vanity, obviously recently polished with gold vines twisting about the frame of the mirror. She sat upon the small velvet-covered bench and looked at herself in the mirror, and really took in what she saw: a small, plain girl who looked nothing less than emotionless. Her eyes, upon further inspection, betrayed a hint of confusion and apprehension. She was quite obviously not meant for the spotlight. Looking longer, Nikola saw that the girl's eyelids were slightly dropped, and her small lips parted a fraction as though she were fatigued, like she was on the verge of unconsciousness every moment. 

A sharp rap on the door ripped Nikola's undivided attention from the figure in the mirror and she whipped her head around to look at the door, otherwise remaining motionless. Several more pounds followed, putting visible stress on the door. Nikola clenched her fists and her body prepared itself for a fight. Just as she was about to rise and kick down the door herself, a familiar male voice called out to her.

"Niko?"

Then another, but this sounded more like two voices rather than one.

"Nikolaaaaaaaaaaaa~"


A sleepy smile crept across her features as she replied softly, "Come in." At once, the door was opened and in rushed two dark-haired males similar in build and facial features, followed by a third, this one taller and much more composed. 

The first two picked her up off the bench and wrapped her in an enthusiastic embrace as the third closed the door. "That was awesome!" the two chimed in unison and released her. Nikola's face lit up at the blatant joke. "Thanks, assholes." She rolled her eyes and playfully punched her twin brothers in turn. 

The third young man stepped forward to dwarf Nikola with a hug of his own. "What Alexei and Mikhail mean to say," he began, planting a kiss to her forehead. "is that they're proud of you for holding your ground. So am I, Niko." He released her, and she noticed a  slim white box in the corner. Before she could inquire as to what it contained, the twins picked it up and removed the contents. It was... a dress. Unlike the ones she was used to wearing. This one was... red. A rich cherry shade that she could not picture herself wearing at all, not in a million years. 

"Whaddya think?" asked Alexei, unless it was Mikhail.

"Sexy, huh?" piped Mikhail, or maybe it was Alexei.

Nikola flushed a bright red almost the same shade as the dress and Sasha sighed as the twins laughed in gleeful mischief. The eldest made a disappointed grunt. "I knew I shouldn't have let you two pick... For the love of God, you twits! She's not trying to look like some party animal skank!"

The twins pouted childishly. "She has to come out of her shell sometime," said one of them, Nikola was sure it was Alexei, as he often spoke first. "Yeah," concurred Mikhail. "Better a skank than an emo. Besides, the thing's not that short. Try it on!" The two said the last part in unison, thrusting the dress into her arms and hustling her behind a screen, where they waited patiently for her to figure out how to put it on. Once she did, she stepped out from behind the screen and the twins ushered her to the vanity. They sat her down, and the next few minutes were a blur to her. She felt shoes slipped onto her feet and makeup applied to her features. She was at last sprayed with some perfume that smelled of some exotic flower and the was bid to rise again. On her way to the full-length mirror, she discovered the shoes were flats, and she was thankful; she wouldn't have lasted a minute in heels. As she was thrust in front of the mirror, Nikola had to stifle a gasp at the new girl she saw. 

Dark eyeshadow was dusted across her eyelids, as well as blush across her cheeks. Crimson lipstick had been applied as well, and all together the colors were in so much contrast to her pallor that the girl before her looked not like a living creature, but a porcelain doll. The dress fit her better than she'd imagined, albeit a little too... revealing for her liking. The thin red straps were crossed in the back but not in the front, leaving a bare neck and the area just below her collarbone exposed. Moving down, she noted how tight it hugged the form of her torso. She was surprised she hadn't even noticed the matching gloves that were now covering her arms from her elbows. Her knees were skimmed by the end of the dress, leaving the rest of her legs bare until the ruby red flats that clad her small feet.

"I don't like it," Nikola said simply after her thorough inspection.

Alexei and Mikhail grinned at her side. "We know," they chimed. "But you'll just have to deal." They adopted twin pouts and one of them said indignantly, "Do you know how much trouble we went through to find this outfit?" The other followed with, "And do you know how hard it was to get into a girl's dressing room? We practically had to beg!" But they stepped aside as Sasha came forward, indicating Nikola spin around, and she did. At last, he placed his hands lightly on both of her slender shoulders. "Show them," he said, looking deep into her violet eyes. "That you can pull this off. We have faith in you, Niko." Her oldest brother smiled. "And pretty soon, you'll be kicking their asses like there's no tomorrow." With that, he planted a quick peck on both her rosy cheeks and left the room. The twins followed suit, waving goodbye before they disappeared as well, leaving the confused, dismayed Nikola alone. 

She watched the closed door for about a minute after they left, then at last she sank to her knees and curled up, hugging her knees to her chest, in the corner of the room. She did not cry, as she had not done so for as long as she could remember. Instead, she remained silent as a shadow, fixing her seemingly blank gaze on the wall, dreading what was to come, but knowing she had to bear it anyway.

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Character Portrait: Shinko Misuto Character Portrait: Heidi Katherine Ballentyne Character Portrait: June Tsugami
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June Tsugami



June had been desperately suppressing the violent urge to reach out and tell the others to relax throughout the entire introductions. As the limelight finally changed to another group, June exhaled a dismal sigh and looked back at Pepsi and Sierra Mist with raised eyebrows. Coke was fine being his usual self, his outgoing personality matching the celebrity life perfectly like a key in a lock hole. As for the others, Pepsi was practically bristling in irritation at the whole ceremony, so much so he felt restless just by looking at her. He spotted the briefest of glares directed at C.C. Lemon Tan as she introduced the woman with a twirling parasol and sighed again.

The opening ceremony proceeded as planned before coming to fruition as C.C. Lemon Tan declared they should prepare for the party. The thought left June inexplicably hungry as he imagined tables of specially catered finger foods.

“Mmm, looks like a lot of the others are just as eager to get off stage also” June chuckled amusedly as his observant eye caught several frustrated figures heading for the exits. Much to his style, his lips curled into a slight smirk as he turned his back and strode of with a nonchalant attitude. “Well, see you all at the party. Dress up well seeing as this is our first chance to meet everyone”

His hurried footfalls echoed through the hallways before stopping by the entrance to his dressing room. June’s tall frame filled the doorway as he shut the door behind him and practically threw down the heavy sponsor suit before leaning backwards. “Pheww” he exhaled in relief, releasing his built up tension. He stood there for a second longer before striding over to his closet. After several short moments June emerged outside the unassuming wooden door of his dressing room once more. His black attire gave him a slightly imposing appearance as the white light was sucked into the darkness of his black suit jacket and trousers. Pale fingers traced the soft edges of his signature fedora hat in circles as he summoned the courage necessary for the approaching party. It was weird how he felt completely comfortably when backed up in an alleyway surrounded by gangsters, and yet the glamorous mobs of modern society still intimidated him.

“It’s just a party though” He reassured himself, stepping forwards as if to reinforce statement. He walked outside until he reached his own ride for the night, courtesy of his powerful family. Despise showed on his face as he glanced at the Audi R8, not that he hated the car, but it was instead the blatant show boating of money which aggravated him. He couldn't even drive such a thing by law at his age. Momentarily he wished he was back in the simple confines of his humble apartment before his driver unlocked the silver vehicle with a sharp click. “At least the food will be good, right?” And at the very least he'd get to enjoy a peaceful evening before things began heating up.

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Heidi Ballentyne


Blue orbs widened considerably as a party was mentioned. A party. Was it really necessary? Heidi just wanted to get the ball rolling, punch some people in the face, and take her prize. Why did there have to be so many pit stops? She let a soft sigh slip, her eyes traveling over the guards the lingered beside the doors to the stadium. There was no backing out now, and definitely no dodging the after party. Sizing them up, it appeared to Heidi that she would be captured and brought back within minutes. Not that she wanted to run away, but parties, well, they just weren't her thing. It was annoying to have to interact with so many strangers, possibly making friends with the very people, er...drinks, that you were going to have to smash into the ground. She was compelled to simply bolt the second she'd hopped off her pedestal, watching June as he gave a wave in her and the other's soda's direction. She wanted to run up to the green haired man and punch him in the arm for good luck...

He's such an idiot he'll probably need it, the girl thought, giving a slight smile, which vanished the instant she laid eyes on Coke, This imbecile could use a good knock to the face too. Not that it'll help him.

Heidi gave Shinko a glance as well, she was still looking to be the calmest of the bunch. Did nothing about this faze her? The woman gave a soft sigh, as she started in the direction of her dressing room, muttering something of a "good luck" toward the other girl. After that, she vanished into the confines of the hallways, wandering into the dressing room she had been assigned to. It was...very elegant and she almost felt as if she were to low class to be somewhere as nice as this. The walls were painted a vibrant blue, mirrors laced with sliver and intricate thorns and branches carved into the sides of most of the furniture; the mirrors, the wardrobe, and the chairs were among the pieces in the set. After a moment alone, she wished her mother could have made it...or even one of her siblings at that, but she simply shook those thoughts off.

Delicate ivory hands pulled open the wardrobe only to find one her worst nightmares awaiting her. A deep blue dress with a band of a darker blue shade and rhinestones embedded in the top. She grimaced at the thought of wearing yet another dress as she took the entrails that fell toward the back. However, she knew her mother would kill her if she even thought of dressing otherwise. And, so, reluctantly, she pulled the dress from the wardrobe and placed it against her skin. With an eyebrow raised, she glanced in the mirror, jumping when there was a knock at the door. She threw the detestable dress over a nearby chair and approached the door, yanking it open with a scowl.

"Are you ready to paaaarty little sister?!" A fairly tall and older blue haired woman stood in the door way, a wide spread grin painted itself across her face.

"Eh, Rita, what are you doing here?" Heidi asked, leaving the door open as she strolled back into her room, sitting in the chair opposite her blue mess of a dress. She glared at it, wishing she could set it on fire with her eyes. Then again, she wished she could set every dress she saw on fire, this one wasn't all that bad, considering. "Well, a little birdie told me you wouldn't know how to do your make up, "The woman smiled, closing the door to the dressing room as she allowed herself inside, "now put on your dress, we don't have much time."

"Ugh," she groaned, reluctantly rising to her feet and peeling off her previous outfit to step into her newest party outfit. When she was done with that, her sister pulled a pair of...shoes from her bag? Were those really the shoes she was expected to wear? There's no way... However, one look from her sister said that she was not going to have it any other way. As soon as the shoes were strapped to her feet, her sister had pushed her into a nearby makeup chair.

"I don't wanna do this anymore...!"

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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."

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Takashi Kuran


The red head visibly perked up at the mention of a party. As soon as the spot lights were shut down, he made a beeline, past the other contestants, towards the hall leading to the dressing rooms. Though feeling the familiar pair of eyes land on him again, he looked back, only to see her glomping on his infamous "twin". Not paying attention to where he was currently speed walking to, Takashi looked back and found himself about to fall down the staircase off of the platform. Quickly twisting his weight, the Cranberry lunged himself into the air and performing an aerial over the stone steps before landing onto his feet, upright, at the bottom of the stair case. Breaking out into a full sprint, Takashi made his way to his own dressing room.

With a swift motion, the Kuran yanked the door open, slipped in, and slamming it shut. Resting back onto the door, the red head let out a heavy breath he didn't realize he was holding. Face palming, he planted himself onto a wooden stool beside his closet, while muttering to himself, "Stupid. Stupid!" He was told time and time again, even by his parents who usually don't mind what he does, to never show the enemy what he could do unless it was absolutely necessary. Though the aerial barely lasted a second, it was a perfect example of what he specialized at. Shaking off the trivial fact, Takashi quickly rummaged through his cluttered closet, realizing that he spent more time thinking than most people spend to change.

A small smile curved his mouth at the thought of a party, but then disappeared as soon as he remembered it was supposedly a formal event. Puffing out his cheeks rather childishly, once again, Takashi pulled out a rather plain tux with the only stick out being the striped tie. Slipping on the plain white collared shirt, yanking on the slacks, pulling on the tux jacket, and shoving his feet into the dress shoes, he stumbled out into the hall. Straightening himself out, he looked into his dressing room mirror one last time, before making his way to the entrance. He patted his tux pocket for his phone to call up his parents. Dialing up his mom's number, he leaned against the hall wall with a bright smile on his face.

"Hello, who is this?" Just hearing the familiar voice seemed to make all the stress leave his system. It was a soothing effect his mom always had on him. "Mom, it's Takashi." He replied, fiddling with his tux tie. "Takashi! Did the introductions go well?" The motherly concern sounded on her voice, only making the red head feel all the more guilty about taking on the Beverage War himself. "They went fine, mom, listen, I have to go to the Celebratory party, I promise I'll call right after," He said to her. "Okay," He heard her sigh, "Takashi?" The red head narrowed his eyes at the worrying tone, it always sent nostalgia tearing through him. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice lowered. "Be careful," She whispered. "Of course, mom, I'll come home right after, I promise, bye." Hanging up the phone he found that he had once again made a promise he couldn't keep. With a heavy heart, he made his way to his car.

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Kotone was strolling down the hall, quite leisurely, until Koucha Ishikawa suddenly appeared, surprising her with his perfectly toned voice of the high-class Ishikawa family.

"Aren't you quite the optimist, Ryokucha?" Kotone straightened immediately, her cheeks having a light pink tint from surprise, and the fact that she's not used to men since she barely interacts with them.

"Good evening, Ishikawa-san. Or should I just call you Kou since we'll be allies?" she said with her Ryokucha mask on, like always. She looked around once again while Koucha slid into his car, mumbling something too quiet to be heard, and then she quietly strode up to him, leaning over slightly so no one could hear.

"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." she shut the car door, at first having a little difficulty reaching the high door, then shutting it and walking over to her car, instead of boarding the back seat, she snatched the keys from the chauffeur, and slid into the driver's seat before giving a devious smile. She started the Benz and rolled down all windows.

"Tell the elders that I said thanks for the car!" she grinned, locking the car with her manicured french nails.

"But Ryokucha-dono! You don't have your license yet!" the man had a flustered expression on his face. Just as Koto planned. She flashed her license, brand new, and then drove off to the five star restaurant that the party was being held at. Her phone rang in the passenger seat, and no surprise, it was none other than C.C. Lemon-tan. She reluctantly picked up the call, connecting the phone to the car, putting the idol on speaker with the windows down.

"Good evening, C.C. Lemon, what is your reason of calling right now?" she once again had her Ryokucha mask on, and then made a quick swerve right before missing the exit.

"Good evening Koto-chan~! Are you excited for the Beverage Wars, Miss Ryokucha?" the idol sounded the same, even over the phone, annoying and loud, but Koto knew that phone calls like these could possibly be tapped, so she kept from hanging up suddenly.

"Yes, very, but aren't you being a bit friendly today?" she calmly answered, seeing through the idol's plot.

"Ah, you got me! I just wanted to know all the juicy details between you, Subarashi Habuti, and Akio Shinsei! I heard from all the gossip that you three all used to be quite close! And Shinsei's got his eye on you!" the idol chirped.

"Ah, that's in the past, so why search into the past and not look into the present and future?" Koto remarked, wondering in her head why and what exactly all this Coke and Green Tea gossip was about and how they came to this rumor exactly, all Kotone could remember that happened was playing switch-up with Rose and just playing children's games in the Nomi forest, away from all the elders.

"Then, what is the relationship between you three exactly as of the moment?" Agh, this woman...! Remind me to pull a prank on her at the party later.

"Well, let's see... I'd rather be a woman of elegance and mystery, so if you would want to know, ask the elders themselves. See you at the party." she hung up before the idol could respond and then turned on some K-Pop.

"Oppa Gangnam Style~ Humans make some really good music! I need to go to the human world one day.. One day.. Then maybe I can meet Super Junior? I'll just switch to Japanese for now... Ah-ha, Luka's new song, Reon!" she turned up the music, not caring that the windows were open. She let the wind loosen the tight curls into soft waves and sang along, some drivers staring at her shocked, but probably brushing her off as Rose probably.

"Ikisaki wa soko ni atte
Shiawase wa koko ni atte
Kawariyuku hibi ni naita aa
Moshimo kono te de boku ga
Tsutsumikomeru no naraba
Arienai genjitsu o norotte
Negau..!" she sang with her real voice, as the Koto hidden under her mask, and even though she never practiced singing any western songs like these, she liked it. Kotone quickly rolled up the windows and disconnected her iPhone from the car as she drove into the restaurant valet lane. Stepping out of her car with her dark satin heels after driving felt quite weird, but it felt somewhat nice to not have a person follow her around everywhere.

She walked into the lobby of the hotel that the restaurant was at and looked around. Polished mahogany wood floors complimented her heels and the beige walls and dim lighting felt luxurious, breathtaking chandeliers hung with their stained glass shards to decorate the chandeliers. Not a lot of people had seemed to there yet, surprisingly, and she briskly hurried over to the elevators. The minute she pressed the calling button, an elevator opened up, as if saying to the other one that followed, "I was here first!" Kotone hurried into the elevator, making sure that no one was going to enter, and then as soon as the doors slid shut, she clicked the 38th floor, the highest floor. The elevator made it infamous ding and carried on with gliding on upstairs. Koto was somewhat perky and then once the number 37 flashed on the screen, she hopped in the air as the elevator stopped, floating in midair for a moment since inertia allowed her to. She grinned and carried on with overlooking the city of Inryo, Nomimono.

"I wish I could live here.. Goddamn elders and their whole Eastern culture obsession! I wish I could be like the others and eat things like Pocky and Peppero and Cheetos! All I eat is variations of green tea flavored mochi and daifuku.. And ever so rarely, green tea ice-cream...!" she paused, shivering slightly and then feeling a little light-headed.

"Where's a dry sauna when you need one.." She staggered over to the elevator and went down to the lobby, going to the front desk and wearing her Ryokucha mask once again.

"Good evening, could you please show me where I can rest? It's a bit too chilly for me..." she swayed, then leaned onto the desk. The trauma from her sister's death began to make weak, and then she snapped out fo the trance, standing up straight again.

"Sorry, I was just feeling a bit anemic, all the excitement for the Beverage Wars, you know." she pushed a lock of hair back and smiled. Koto, stop reminding yourself of it! Get over it or you'll never win!

(For some reason, the links aren't working so the first song is Gangnam Style by PSY, and the second is Reon by Yuyoppe sung by Megurine Luka.)

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Nikola wasn't aware of how long she'd been sitting curled up in the corner, but it seemed to be long enough. Wait... why am I so dressed up like this? she wondered frantically after coming back down to earth. Party. Of course. But it must be a special party, I think, to be dressed in such a way. Gross. She stood up and sighed, eyelids heavy and drooped slightly. Nikola straightened the dress with frustrated vigor, as though she could somehow make it longer. Once she realized her efforts were in vain, she realized she had no choice now but to begin making her way to the party. 

Navigating the hallways was quite difficult; Nikola had to stop a few times and lean against the wall for support. She felt slightly dizzy and weak. The last thing she wanted to be doing was moving at all. But it was not her decision to make. After an agonizing eternity of what should be but a simple task, Nikola finally reached the front door and managed to exit the place without assistance. She knew her brothers had left, and had been vaguely wondering how she'd get to the restaurant. However, as soon as she saw the familiar face and her obvious escort, she'd much rather have walked.

A tall woman stood by a sleek obsidian Jaguar, clad in an evening dress shaded similarly to Nikola's own, her black hair piled atop her head in a professional, no-nonsense bun. Her narrowed, dark eyes scanned the place, most likely making mental note of every small detail that happened to displease her, even in the slightest. Nikola slowed as she approached the middle-aged woman, and when eye contact was at last made, she felt her alcoholic blood freeze over. The woman looked her over with unnerving scrutiny, making Nikola feel more self-conscious and exposed than before. At last, the woman shattered the uncomfortable silence between them.

"Your mother charged me with the task of escorting you to your party. Unfortunately, I will not be able to attend myself, as I have other matters that need my attentions," her voice was cold with obvious disapproval, and Nikola inclined her head slightly.

"Of course, Auntie Mameha," Nikola replied. Her mother's eastern friend nodded a bit in slight approval of the title, western as it was. Upon the silent bidding of a gesture from her "aunt", Nikola climbed into the back seat and the door was shut soundly behind her. She wondered idly if this was what prisoners felt on their way to an execution. Other thoughts were chased from her mind as Mameha entered the car and took the wheel. Nikola was slightly puzzled, as she had assumed one such as Mameha would've had someone to drive for her. She disregarded it. It was none of her concern. In a matter of moments, they were maneuvering through the streets of Inryo. 

There was more silence and a palpable tension between the two for the first part of the drive. Then, as they rounded a corner, Mameha spoke. "That's quite an outfit you have on there, Nikola."

Nikola looked up suddenly from where she had kept her eyes on her gloved hands in her lap, as the bright lights of the city often gave her headaches. She hesitated a bit before answering, "It... it was chosen by my brothers."

Mameha gave a disdainful sniff, and Nikola felt a heat in her palms as she curled her hands into fists. "I can only assume it was those twins," she scoffed, and Nikola wanted desperately to punch her in her made-up face. "Sasha would never have selected such a thing for his sister to wear. After all, you are representing your family...." And, inadvertently, me. Nikola silently finished the woman's sentence. 

"Yes..." Nikola replied through gritted teeth, her nails digging into her palm and threatening to tear through her scarlet gloves. Not that she cared. 

She saw the woman's superior, lipsticked smile in the mirror. "You seem tense, darling," she commented, eyes gleaming with mischievous mirth. Nikola wondered what the odds were of a car accident. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down a bit before answering. Mameha had called her "darling". She called the twins "darlings". She hated the twins. Nikola forced a small, insincerely-sincere smile to her face. "I'm just excited, that's all, Auntie."

The despised woman's smirk didn't falter, much to Nikola's chagrin. "I'm very pleased to hear that, darling. Nothing like enthusiasm to get the blood flowing. I'm sure you'll do fine." Mameha's voice oozed fake sincerity and adoration. Nikola felt she might be sick. "Ah, here we are, darling," the woman said as she pulled up to the elegant hotel, Nikola's final destination the restaurant within.

She stepped out of the Jaguar, all but slamming the door behind her. Mameha rolled the darkly-tinted window down halfway. "Good luck, darling. Heaven knows you'll need it." With a satisfied, devious snicker, the window slid back up and the car pulled away from the sidewalk, and Nikola found herself alone yet again. Although this time, she was unfathomably relieved. 

Nikola turned to face the hotel and made her way, quivering slightly, inside. At once, she was amazed at how ornate the place was. She'd never seen anything quite like it in her seventeen years. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling for the most part, admiring the meretricious chandeliers. She found them particularly fascinating. However, her admiration was cut short by people hurrying here and there, and her natural preference to avoid others. So, she kept her head as low as possible and walked as steadily as she could to where the largest crowd of people were heading, although there weren't many. She assumed that was the direction of the restaurant. 

Halfway, she stopped. What am I doing? I don't wanna go in there... Her bare shoulders quivered slightly and she looked around almost desperately for something to do. If not for the outfit and make up, she may have appeared to be a lost child. Nikola felt a churning in her stomach. She didn't feel too well. What with the party, Mameha's sudden appearance, and her talks of "representing her family" and such, plus the intimidation of the grand setting, all Nikola wanted to do was go somewhere were she could be alone. Not that that was going to happen any time soon. Her frantic gaze locked on a few chairs along one wall of the lobby. Swaying on her feet slightly, Nikola made her way to them. Once again, she was grateful for the flats.

She sat down quickly, suddenly realizing how stressed her legs actually were. Nikola sighed and held her head in her hands, the heels of her hands pressed against her forehead and her glove-clad fingers intertwined with her dark bangs. Along with her general mood, her temper in particular was in rapid decline. She was rigid and tense, yet confident that a few moments of sitting down would help her regain her mental and physical equilibrium. 

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Shinko’s hand twitched. She took a deep breath and suppressed the urge puncture Tsugami’s eye to keep him from winking again. Stop! Just think of happy things and tolerate him until it’s all over. Don’t get too competitive with your own ally now..... Man, if only father wasn’t so damn strict about his reputation, she thought bitterly to herself.
"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!” Of course there’d be a party, she sighed. Well, at least there’s gonna be some drinks I’m familiar with, her eyes gazed over at the Alcohol group before stepping off stage.

Sporting a bright green dress with black polka dots, Shinko sat down in front of her vanity, gracefully slipping a pair of simple black heels on in the process. “Here, Misuto-san.” She turned to see Suke Keishiki by the door, one of her father’s many assistants. She had short, orange hair with amber eyes and faint little freckles. She was a couple inches taller than her but she still felt like she was being assisted by a little girl since she had such a baby face. She was purposely there to do her hair but Shinko had asked her to bring a black cardigan to go with the dress since it was too short for her taste although she did like the fact that the dress wan’t too flashy.

After giving a short thanks, Shinko quickly put on the cardigan before sitting back at the chair to get her hair done. “Suke-san, please. No need to call me by my surname. Shinko’s fine.” Shinko didn’t like being called by her last name by anyone who worked for her father and she made sure they knew that. The only time they get away with it is if she’s in the same room with her father himself.

“Hai, Shinko-chan!” She replied cheerfully and Shinko’s mood seemed to brighten up a bit. She was glad her father didn’t send her one of the other snobby assistants. Growing bored, Shinko closed her eyes and hummed a tune before she was tapped on her shoulder. “Done!” She opened her eyes and stared at her reflection, a nervous look spread on Suke’s face going by unnoticed, and raised a perfectly shaped brow at the chignon bun.

“You…”

“Gomenasai! I’ll do it properly this time! I know I failed to make it perfect. I-It’s lopsided isn’t it? Does this mean I’m going to get fired? Oh-”
“It’s fine.” Shinko smiled and stood up. She walked out the door leaving a relieved Suke -muttering something about being safe- behind and made her way outside where a black and silver Lamborghini waited for her. She looked around and saw Ryokucha-san walking away from Ishikawa-san’s (fabulous) Bugatti before jumping into her Benz. Shinko looked back and forth between the two rides suspisciously and trailed behind them seeing as they were going to the same place.

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June’s arrival at the front entrance was indicated by the sharp squeal of a car coming to a sudden halt. Street lights flickered over his silver carriage as the passanger doors snapped open, revealing June’s relaxed figure. “Thank you for the ride” He nodded at his driver prior to stepping out of out the car. Before he could take another step, June was instantly mobbed by a crowd of reporters. To the simple bypasser, it looked as though the cameras loved him.

“Mr Sprite!”

“What are your plans for the forthcoming tournament?”

“Do you have any predictions for what’s in store?”

“Mr Tsugami! They say you have ties to the gangs, is this true?”

“Any words on your plans?”

June smiled fluidly, his relaxed composure seemingly enough to reduce the onslaught of questions to a mere trickle, like a dam in a river. “There’s no need to answer these questions” He began, a nonchalant tone as he waved off the camera flashes “Surprises will be more exciting for the audience that way”

Black shoes skidded against the polished floor as June stepped through the doorway, relieved to finally be inside. His green hair swayed under oddly hues projected by the stained glass chandelier as his fedora hat was removed from the tip of his head. June looked entirely comfortable with his surroundings. Something about the combination of his classy attire and his young looks seemed to go hand in hand with the fancy ambiance of the lobby room.

A flustered attendant hurried forwards to retrieve his coat and hat. She bowed politely before disappearing in a side room, leaving him in simple black trousers with a belt strap suspended over a white shirt. His sharp eyes observed his surroundings for a moment before locking onto the restaurant area and the tables lined with warm food. He licked his lips, “Target acquired”.

On his way there, June noticed a small, rigid figure inhabiting one of the chairs lining the beige lobby walls. His brows sank into a frown as he recognised her as one of the alcohols, although the name eluded his memory. Sitting there with her short black hair distraughtly wrapped around her hands, so frail and lonely, she looked just like a porcelain doll. June was surprised she was alone, most other men would’ve come running to assist her out of sheer sympathy.

His attention was immediately drawn to the enticing smell of roasted meat and succulent sea food. June couldn’t help but smile. The restaurant seemed eerily quiet, especially with the vast quantity of food and drinks, meaning he'd have first pick. Embracing the opportunity, he set about filling a plate.

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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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Nikola Zielkov


"Excuse me, Zielkov-chan, you seem rather groggy. Is there something wrong?" The male voice ripped Nikola from her task of adjustment and reassurance. First, her mind was distracted by what he said. "Chan"? What the bloody hell does "chan" mean? I should know this... F*ck! I can't remember! Oh. Wait. What did he say? Duh. "Is something wrong?" Okay. Well. Respond, dammit! Confident her inner raging crankiness due to the surroundings wouldn't show in her speech, Nikola sighed inwardly and looked up.

Sweet Mother Russia, he looks like Sasha! Nikola took a moment to study the young man's face, quickly noting several differences between him and her oldest brother. She was about to mentally list them again before remembering that she had a question to answer. She blinked a few times before finally answering. She didn't plan on lying, at least about this subject in particular. "Yeah, actually. I don't like... There's too many..." Nikola struggled to explain why she was feeling like crap at the moment at least a little accurately. "I'm not a... party person. That's all..." She'd planned on using his name, but she quickly realized that she had no idea what it was. It was true, unfortunately, that Nikola's short-term memory was inadequate, making her terrible with names especially. It starts with an... A? No, no no no... Is he a soda? No, I think he's a tea. Does that even matter right now? What's his name??? At that moment, it struck her that whoever he was, he was an opponent. Or at least, he would be. As such, she resolved to tell him as little as possible. He looked smart, and that in itself was a threat. Nikola struggled to keep herself from clenching her fists. The last thing she wanted was to display a blatantly aggressive gesture, though a part of her was riled up like an angry cat. He was an enemy to the alcohols. Ergo, she was p*ssed off, at least slightly.

However, a larger part of her reasoned that it couldn't hurt to be somewhat polite. He had, after all, approached her first. Whether out of genuine concern or the opportunity to potentially gain valuable information, he'd still come over. He sounded pretty decent. So wasn't it only fair to be decent in return? So, Nikola humored her better judgement. Instead of gauging how much damage a chair to his head would do, she formed her next words.

"I'm so sorry; I don't know your name..." she trailed off and massaged a temple while she watched the man she was certain was a tea.

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Takashi Kuran


Fiddling with his phone, the red head made his way to the entrance, humming a soft tune under his breath. Looking up, Takashi found himself in the middle of a small squabble. His pale scarlet orbs widened as he saw a glimpse of a brunette before the sleek Benz drove off with a practically brand-new looking Bugatti launching off after it; ejecting a man along its way. The man rolled onto the road with a more concerned rather than angry shout of, "Koucha!". Afterwards, a black and silver Lamborghini slowly strolled after the other two luxury cars. Whistling to himself at the strange situation, he slowly made his way to his own Camry that pulled up in front. Unlike almost all the other contestants, he wasn't very rich, but still managed thanks to the support of his parents. Hopping into his car, he drove off to the destination humming a more upbeat tune.

Arriving at the five star hotel the party was said to be at, Takashi pulled up beside the valet service and handed the valet boy his keys with his trademark grin. "Thank you for the service!" He called as he made his way to the building where he suddenly noticed the swarming amount of media. He burst out into a full grin at the immense attention but made his way moderately into the building. Looking around at the impressive lobby, Takashi let out a wolf whistle that echoed through the domes in the ceiling. While in this rather impressed state, a woman walked up to him with a questioning expression.

"Excuse me, sir?" She called stepping up to him. "Yes?" He replied, still examining the lobby. "There is a private party here this evening, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," She responded. The Kuran froze mid-breath and instantly snapped his full attention to the woman. "Did I go to the whole five star hotel?" He mumbled to himself, looking around. Spotting a familiar tall violet haired figure talking to an equally familiar tiny figure, he knew he was in the right place. Takashi looked back at the woman with a confused expression before realizing that the way he held himself; being obviously impressed with a five star restaurant while the others, who, like mentioned before, are extremely rich, and most likely accustomed to this kind of environment.

"I'm Takashi Kuran, of the Juices," He introduced himself. The woman gave him an incredulous stare before recognizing his face. "O-oh I'm sorry sir, I di-" Takashi gave the woman a reassuring grin. "No harm done, I know I probably don't look like I'm supposed to be here, I'm actually surprised not more people notice I'm different from most of the others," He said with a soft chuckle, "I guess I'm supposed to go over there?" He asked, pointing to the restaurant area he saw the other two contestants from before. "Yes, go right ahead and enjoy yourself Kuran-sama," She said bowing to him a few times, before making her way back to the counter.

Making his way to the restaurant, he whistled softly at the amount of food on display. Grabbing a plate with almost comical speed, he filled up the plate with the food from the feast.

I could get used to this...