Shit, shit, shit! That was not supposed to happen! I can normally keep my composure better than that!Yohji looked up warily and winced at the solid violet stare.

" Um...sorry?" He said this as a question, maybe if he could get the young man to talk the glare would slowly crack. He was wrong however as he saw Aya’s pale hands fist at his sides.

" Sorry, man. Sorry sorry sorry!" Yohji watched as Aya began to shake, his entire body trembling violently. Oh God he’s going to brake my nose! " Look there is nothing else I can say or do...sorry. A hundred times over sorry!" Yohji never imagined the famous ice glare of Aya Fujimiya could get colder, but it did. Yohji sighed, backing away slowly, palms up and out, " Okay well..um...good night or morning or whatever the hell time it is." He turned abruptly on his heel only to have his head jerked back painfully by a strong tug to his ponytail by a firm grip. Damn, I knew I should have cut my hair years ago. The grip wasn’t released so Yohji found himself walking awkwardly backwards as Aya lead him to who-knows-where by the hair. Yohji closed his eyes as long as Aya doesn’t spin me around and bust out my teeth then I’m good. Yohji grunted as his hair was jerked so forcefully that the action launched him backwards. He was aware of Aya releasing him as the door was slammed shut. Aya’s room, never been here before...

The room was dark, the only light provided by a high full moon coming in through the lone window in the room. Yohji lazily looked over toward the light. So it is night...damn am I really that drunk? Should have known the time of day, Aya’s still in his night clothes after all. Yohji turned his attention back to Aya. Well he was.... Aya was holding onto his heather gray T-shirt and his navy pajama pants standing in the center of his room in nothing but crisp white boxer briefs.

Well...those are nice....Yohji was too drunk and too tired to care that he was noticeably giving Aya a thorough once over. Aya rolled his eyes then waited until Yohji’s eyes scanned back up to meet his own before he threw his garments at Yohji.

Yohji caught them, but Aya spoke first, " I go to the cleaners on 4^th."

" What?!" Yohji held the ball of clothes tightly, his features one of surprise, " You want me to dry clean your stuff?"

Aya scowled, " It’s your vomit."

Yohji shook his head, but never actually said the word no. Instead he argued, " I never told you to wake up and come get me."

Aya shifted his weight then smirked, " Fine, next time I will leave you cold, huddled in a ball at the bottom of the stairs moaning like an alley cat."

Yohji sighed then turned to leave the room, " Alright, you win, I’ll put them in sooner or later."

Aya’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper, " Sooner is better then later."

Yohji looked back at his teammate, more as a defensive measure then anything else. Upon seeing the narrowed violet and angry gleam he sighed again, " I will put them in tomorrow." Yohji walked out the room dejected closing the door softly," Out of all the people to throw up on it just had to be my sexy, glorious leader." From inside his room Aya raised a brow gracefully. He was fairly certain Yohji didn’t mean for him to hear that.