It had all started out innocent enough. A night of drinking in Youji’s room to release some of the tension created from a disturbing mission the night before. Something to chase away death’s shadows, which had come a little to close for comfort and to drown themselves in something other than guilt and pain. The needed just a few moments where they could forget it all and so when Ken suggested a night of mindless drinking, it had seemed like the perfect idea. Of course they had all ended up in Youji’s room, what did you expect Omi to have the most liquor in his room?

Ken and Omi had found it absolutely hilarious that Aya had a higher alcohol tolerance that Youji, the playboy/alcoholic did. They were curious as to why. Unfortunately, by the time he was drunk enough to answer the question honestly, they were too drunk to remember what the question was. They had all seriously passed their limits when the two younger assassins passed out; the others ready to follow. Ken was already sprawled across the longest couch so Aya just threw a blanket over top of him and picked Omi up and dumped on the smaller couch, as he was the only one who could fit in it comfortably. He half-dragged, half-carried Youji to one side of his king size feather bed. He glanced down at it tiredly, his room was so very far away and the bed was so very close and big and looked so comfortable. Aya walked over to the other side, pulling off his shirt and socks, before falling into a deep sleep, the first restful one in months…

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