Your name is Yonshirou Syia-Mitsuryugi, you are almost half a millennia old and a full-blooded Were associated with the wolf and dragon, and you desperately need a hairbrush. Gah.. Your long, ashen locks are everywhere. How did they get there, why are they there? How did you not notice this last night when it was all fine and dandy and French-braided to the back of your head? Courtesy of Kisa, of course. You shake your head, and the matted tresses bunch up and pull on your scalp, which is quite painful, considering the fact that you were stank drunk last night. The hangover is just icing on the cake.

You require assistance, that much is clear. You rise slowly from your spot on the floor, halfway under the bed in the middle of a bunch of bottles, no, empty bottles, and find a simple yukata to wrap around yourself since you are too lazy to put on day clothes. Tying the knot haphazardly around your midsection, your hands refused to cooperate and tie a real knot, you stumbled with your eyes closed against the sunlight streaming in from the windows in the hallway, toward Lifen's room. Of course, hers is at the end of the hall, the master bedroom. She shares it with Mahina, but most of the time, she will crash in her underground laboratory/workshop. Dear sod, you hope she isn't there now. You don't think you could make it down there.

The floor is rolling underneath you like a ball, and the pattern on the carpet mixes together to create some mutant floor monster that eats people. And it looks hungry. Well that's going to have to wait, because you are not in the mood for battle. The trek down the hall leaves the monster behind and unveils a certain yellow door.

Luck is with you, the door is cracked ajar, and you smell the person you need. A huge yawn makes your eyes water, but you persevere, only a few more steps until you cross the threshold.

The door is pushed open by your hand, you note dully, and then you see it. Past the grand grey bed that hasn't been made, past the dressers, at the edge of the room next to the balcony entrance at the desk is Lifen. Though you cheer halfheartedly inside, your conscious tells you you aren't out the woods yet. There is still the matter of asking her. So get to work.

Well, she knows you're here, if that yawn and your zero-stealth bumbling about hasn't alerted her, then you'd be worried. Oh great, another yawn has taken hold of your throat, and that makes your eyes water even more. It is now or never.. "Lifen?"

"Good to see your awake. I thought that Aiter would finish us all off." She sounds so curt, it hurts your ears, which lower in both pain and being put off because of last night. Ah, last night, you think of fondly. Mahina and Lifen came home after nearly buying out another liquor store, and decided to get wasted. Why does everyone still think that times haven't changed since ale and mead from olden times? People have discovered since then much more potent drinks. Well, after Aikune took Kisa to bed and went off himself, Shizaru got the rest to have a drinking contest. Which he lost. He then passed out on your back as you were the next responsible adult to take care of the younger. After depositing him on the floor of his room, you rejoined Lifen and Mahina, who were breaking out the good stuff. What was surprising, is when Aikune came back. He merely held his glass out for more and winked. He might have been off his rocker, but you guys didn't care. The more, the merrier. So you guys ended up talking about the pros and cons of winter and summer, drunk off your asses. It was oddly entertaining. Soon enough, after so much alcohol, you guys passed out one by one. The last thing you remember was Mahina passing out with a silly grin on his face.

"What do you want?" Lifen's harsh voice breaks the silence, and you wince.

"Ask for assistance in a brush." You manage to say, it sounds small to you.

"What?" She turns around in her chair, white locks moving with her in a halo. You think it is beautiful. She then takes in your appearance and shakes her head, sighing. "I do declare, last night was a bad decision on all our parts." She stood, and led you over to the bed, where you laid out on your stomach slowly, as to not increase the throbbing in your head. You feel the bed dip, and she begins working on your sorry mess of hair. Sod, it is everywhere. You consider cutting it, for convenience. But then Kisa wouldn't get to braid it anymore, Lifen would never brush it again, it would never provide a veil that could keep the world away again. You quit thinking and just enjoy the nice sensation. Her touch makes your headache lessen significantly.

"Hnn.. Lifen?" You almost whisper, but it comes out louder than you wanted it to.

"Yes, Yon." Ah, her tone has lost its clipped sound. Much better.

"Why did I wake up naked?" That decides to make its way out of your mouth, despite your conscious's protests.

She laughed, like the sound of, well, like she should always sound. Light-hearted. "Flit, flit, nary, I haven't the slightest. Maybe another could fill you in?" Oh, she was grinning now, you could feel it.

You dropped your voice an octave. "Or you could fess up. That works too."

"I honestly have no idea, love."

You contemplate possibly giving up alcohol for the rest of your existence while the lovely angel behind you calmly combs out your hair lovingly.

..Maybe you should get drunk more often?