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          “If someone found out that all these girls were in the moon dorm there would be some serious heck to pay.” Akatsuki let out a quiet sigh. Though still completely calm, he couldn't help but worry about the consequences of breaking such an important rule. “I get that you want to have a good time, but did you really need to bring them all here? Don't you think it might be a little bit, dangerous?” Waving off his friend's concern, Hanabusa flopped down on the couch and smiled. “Stop worrying Akatsuki, I'm sure none of the girls will tell even a single soul. After all, I doubt they want their fun to end any

         “The cellar's still a little busted up, but I think we can still use it.” Happy sighed, but quickly began to smile despite all the problems he was having. “Number eleven, come up here, but only if you promise not to cause another disaster.” “I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. I really don't want to die, or put a needle in my eye, so you can rest easy.” A little nervous, but very excited, you walked up to the counter and placed your hand in the bucket. There were many items, same large and some small. None of them were very obvious either. In the end you decided on

         Happy called you up to the bar, still filled with determination. “You better not let me down. Take a stand for girl's everywhere and show me what you've got!” He pushed the bucket in your direction and smiled eagerly. “Don't get your hopes up Happy. I'm not the pushy, in your face type, so you'll have to find another player to represent the girls.” After quickly feeling through the bucket, you lifted a tube of deep purple lipstick from the bucket. “Umm, do I have the wrong bucket?” “Nope, I'm pretty sure that belongs to Midnight. I'll wake him up for you.” Happy jumped from the bar an

         “Things look like they might be getting better. It's actually been a few turns since we had an incident.” Happy sighed. “Who knew you mages were so accident prone? But anyway, I probably shouldn't say anything else, I might jinx everything.” Nodding to himself, Happy quickly refocused on the game. “Aye, number eight, come pick an item.” “I do believe, that would be me.” Number card in hand, you stood up and walked up to Happy, who took extra time to scrutinize your card before allowing you to proceed. Once given the go ahead, you placed your hand inside the bucket, only to have somethi

       "It sure did take a while, but I think everything's under control. No more smoke, no more fire, that stinky smell is all gone.” Taking in a deep breath Happy exhaled and smiled. “Aye, I'd say we're ready to start things up again.” He placed his paw on his chin and nodded slowly. “I believe we were at maiden number six.” “I believe you're right. At least, I hope you are, because I don't think I can sit still too much longer.” You had already scrambled to your feet and made your way to Happy. With one hand digging for an item, you used your free hand to give Happy your number card. “There'

       “That last turn was a disaster” Happy sighed. “I can still smell the smoke. Good thing Gray was here to put the fire out before it got too out of control.” He made a tight fist with one hand and hit it against the open palm of his other hand. “Aye! For that reason, he gets to play next. Number five, you can head down to the cellar, hopefully that smoky smell isn't too bad.” “I hope the same.” You pulled your numbered card from your pocket and placed it on the bar. Not even at the top of the stairs yet and your senses were assaulted by a smoky, sulfuric smell that made you want to hold yo

      “Player number four, it's your turn to play. I took the liberty of choosing your partner for you already.” Happy gave the cutest smile he could muster, just in case you were angry at him for not giving you the chance to pick. “That's okay Happy.” You stood to your feet and headed straight for the cellar. “As long as the person you picked to go next didn't specifically pick me out to be his partner, I really don't care.” “Oh no, nothing like that. I didn't even know you were number four.”  He flew over to you and took the paper with the number four messily written on it from your hand. &l

         Happy marched back and forth on the bar counter, waiting for everyone to assemble. “Okay everyone, prepare yourselves. This game is my idea, so I want it to be totally fun for everyone.” He stopped his march and leaned up against a large ice bucket that now held all the items. “Since this is way too heavy for me to move, I've assigned everyone a number. Number one, come on up!” You looked down at your little slip of paper, you were number one. “Well, it looks like I get to go first.” A little nervous about being the first player, you quickly walked up to Happy and handed him the small piece of pap

       “I absolutely hate weather like this. Cold, wet, windy, and so sunny I can barely see. Why did we have to travel by foot?” Ciel pulled his jacket closer to his body and deepened the frown already present on his face. “All of these people aren't making things any better either.” “Please young master, try to find some enjoyment in the season. If I could be sure that your carriage wouldn't have gotten stuck in the snow, I wouldn't have insisted that we walk.” Unlike Ciel, Sebastian seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the tiny white specks of snow that were drifting lazily through the air. “It won't

       “This can't be right.” Dropping your basket of clothing to the street, you double and triple checked the address. After checking the adress a few more times, you looked up at the building and sighed to yourself. “I guess this has to be the place. The numbers match. This town really is odd.” Shrugging off your concerns, you picked your basket back up and pushed open the door. Not even fully inside, you knew you'd come to the wrong building. “I knew it.” “Knew what, love?” A strange creaking sound erupted from a dark purple coffin. “And what are you doing in my house hmm? I don't rem

        Large heavy rain drops fell on the thick fabric of your parasol. Your hurried pace caused the rain water to splash up from the streets, soaking the bottom of your dress. The short walk from your place of work to your home had been much less than pleasant, not because of the impending storm, but because of the eerie feeling that seemed to follow your every turn. Quickening you steps once again, you turned around one last corner, ready to run the straight shot home. Dark clouds and heavy rain obstructed your vision leading to  your slamming against another body. “I'm sorry.” “Oh, look what you've done. I'd managed not

       "You should be watching over Master Ciel, not me. He's going to be upset that you're wasting your day with me." Your voice was weak and raspy from the endless coughing you'd done over the last few agonizing days. Simply speaking was painful enough to make you wince, but you did your best to hide that fact. "It's only a little cold, I've had one or two of them before. I'll be just fine without you sitting over me like a worried mother hen." You smiled sweetly, trying to reassure him. "Now go, I'm sure Ciel needs you for something much more than I do." "I cannot properly serve my Master when a member of my team is ill. You are a vital p

        “You're pathetic. There's absolutely no improvement at all.” Outraged beyond belief, Cross threw his clipboard into a nearby wall, splitting it in two. “Is this all a game to you?” His face was inches from yours, his eyebrow twitching with anger. “Well?” “No, well, actually, kind of.” You shrugged off his anger. “I mean, this is only practice, so it's not like I can get hurt or anything.” Your words, paired with your apathetic, nonchalant attitude only made Cross more angry. “Really, is that so?” Slowly, and calmly, cross straightened back up, moving away from y

        It was another busy day behind the scenes. Your hair was a mess, you'd ripped your pants at the knee, and you were pretty sure you had either blood, or cherry sauce on your face. But what was worse than all of that? You were late, very, very late. Trying your hardest to make up for lost time, you ran through the cramped halls of the studio, just barely missing a table of refreshments. “Finally.” You reached a door with the name “Claude” written in bold letters. As quietly as you could, you opened the door. Claude was standing back to the door, staring out a window. “I-I'm back sir, I got-.” “

         The loud, annoying sound of the school bell rang, letting you know that you were late for your very first class of the day. “Darn it. Why are all my classes so far from each other?” You ran through the hallway, past the teacher that always yelled at you to slow down, and into your class room. Shutting the door with a loud slam, you walked to your desk and sunk down. It took you a few seconds to realize, no one was teaching. The teacher wasn't even there. A quick look around revealed that you were the only student there as well. “Do I not have class today?” You stood back up from your desk and walked towards th