Prologue::

It was Saturday night and Sakuno had decided to throw a party. Well, Tomo had decided and convinced Sakuno to have it at her house. Guess who was invited. Just about every damn person in the world, that’s who!

You and An had showed up early to help set up because you both were some of Sakuno’s closer friends, and you had to admit that it looked pretty good when you were finished decorating. “Behold, the fruits of our labor!” Tomo snickered. How cheesy.

“It does look good, doesn’t it?” said An, fingering the table cloth on the table with all of the snacks and drinks.

Sakuno giggled. “At least were ready, especially on such short notice.”

All three of you sent a look at Tomo and she scoffed. “What? What’s with the accusing looks, huh? It’ll be fun, won’t it?!” though you gave no verbal response, you were thinking about how that was kind of true. Maybe it would be fun -- then again it might totally suck and your reputation could go down a few dozen points for the horrible waist of masses of talented, hot guys’ time… “Everyone sent out the invitations, right?” You all nodded at Tomo’s question. “Good. So, then we should have all the guys from Seigaku, Hyotei, Fudomine, St. Rudolph, Yamabuki, Rikkai Dai, and Shitenhoji showing up. Great! So far everything is panning out perfectly!”

You dropped down onto the couch and fiddled with the end of your skirt[1] wondering if, possibly, you-know-who[2] would be coming to this party. An plopped down next to you and flashed a knowing smile.

“I sent his invitation personally. I’m sure he’ll be coming.” she said. Your heart skipped a beat before you calmed and grinned at her.

“You know me all too well, An. It’s getting kind of creepy.” She laughed. “Anyway, any idea when they’ll be getting here?”

As if an answer to your question there came a knock on the door and the floods gates opened…

***

Well, it sure as hell wasn’t as bad as it could have been. You mingled, a lot, and everyone seemed to be having a good enough time. Sakuno had turned on the music some hours ago and you’d already made three trips to the basement to get more soda.

In short, it was a good party.

That is, until Tomo recommended Seven Minutes in Heaven, which was soon upgraded to Thirty Minutes in Heaven, courtesy of Sengoku “Lucky” Kiyosumi. The bastard…

There was an argument of who would go first, and of who’s all names would be placed in a drawing hat -- which was later settled on everyone by An -- and then Tomo suggested that the hostess go first. That made Sakuno pass out on the spot, and the hat was turned to, lo and behold, you.

“Alright, ________, you draw first!”

No point in arguing with Tomo, there was no way to win. With a grimace gracing your features, you crammed your hand into the mess of tiny papers and shuffled around before settling on one piece…

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[1] If you don’t like skirts, well too damn bad~ (T[]T)

[2] ‘you-know-who’ is supposed to be a hint at your PoT crush~ (^_^)