Not into kisses

M: Okami here's our location. It's the Bonten residence.

Someone had started playing music, but the sound died down once Haruchiyo shut the bathroom door. He placed the bar on the sink's surface and shuffled for this wallet. He pulled out a credit card and a bill of cash. Placing the card at an angle over the pill he applied pressure. It started to crack and disintegrate. With the corner of the card, he was able to turn the larger crumbles into powder. He licked the card and then turned it vertically; chopping away at the pill to make it even finer. Separating it he turned the white hill into two lines. Licking the card again before putting it away and grabbing for the cash. Twisting it between his pointer and thumb he turned it into a tunnel. I can finally breath again. His heart rate steadied, his breathing back to its normal pace. His mind still racing but his body calm.

I'm a sucker for you

He leaned down, makeshift straw in his nose, finger blocking the other nostril, and inhaled.

He left the bathroom with a clear head and bittersweet drips down his throat. He made his way over to Y/n, "Come help me get party favors for everyone."

She turned her attention away from the group. Party favors? There's already booze in the kitchen. Despite her confusion she agreed, "Alright." She stood up and he reclaimed her hand.

Exiting the double doors of the kitchen back into the main entrance they headed towards the staircase. He's walking slow. Up the stairs there was a long hallway, doors ran along both walls. He tugged her arm a little harsh towards the right, "My room's this way."

"You keep party supplies in your room?"

He let out an airy laugh, rolling his eyes. The look on his face made her feel like an idiot. I'm missing something here.

The last door in the end of the hall was Haruchiyo's room. He opened the door and flicked up the light switch. The room was instantly painted red, the lightening in the room that color. Well great he's a fuck boy. Y/n scanned the room. The room was mostly bed, a big king sized mattress with dark fluffy comforters all tangled on top of it. Two big pillows, no head rest. Above the bed was a framed jacket, it had gold lettering embroidered on its spine and down the arms. There was a closet to the right of the bed, and to its left was a large cherry wood desk. Like a business man.

Sanzu rummaged through one of the drawers of his desk until he found his scale. He put that on the desk's surface along with a couple small plastic baggies. Oh, its those kind of party favors. Mentally slapping herself Y/n couldn't believe she had let that go right over her head.

She had on several occasions used Adderall to enhance her study sessions before big exams. Her mom was prescribed a pharmacy of antidepressants and mood stabilizers. She had taken her mom's Klonopin a few times too. But those are prescriptions. Those are different, right? I mean whatever it is Sanzu is holding right now looks serious.

Get used to it doll face, Sanzu thought to himself when he saw the wide eyes on Y/n's face. This is me. You want me get used to it. "Hey come over here." He called for Y/n to join him at the desk. She walked over, curious analysis in her body language. She wasn't apprehensive, just mildly interested in what he was doing. He put his signature party powder on the desk; it was a mix of ecstasy and coke. We're alone, I could get her where I want her now. Once she was close enough, he grabbed her.

Just as Takeomi had clamped onto her hair and back of head earlier, Sanzu was holding her the same way. He didn't have the angry look Omi had had though, Haruchiyo looked hungry. "Why don't you suck me off while I weigh this out doll face?"

She reached her hand up and grabbed his face, pushing him back. He let go of her, stumbling a little. "Fuck you." Disgusting fucking pig are you serious are you bipolar what the fuck was that

Haruchiyo's entire aura fell, the cockiness, the authority, the audacity dissolved. No, no, no. No don't leave, don't let me ruin this. You wanted to ruin this buddy, push her away before you do any real damage. This was your plan.

His mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words to say, trying to make up his mind. Is that what I want? For her to just say fuck you and leave. "Y/n...I....I don't know what just came ov..."

"Save it Sanzu. If that's all you want, then you brought the wrong girl home tonight." She was one foot out the bedroom door, "I mean seriously you haven't even kissed me, yet you want me to put your cock in my mouth, HA!"

And with that last laugh she left the room.

I'm too fucking selfish, the feeling that snaked around his heart when she slammed his door shut sealed the deal. He made up his mind. I'm so selfish, but I want her. I gotta fix that. She's nothing like the women I'm used too, hell I don't know any person like her. When was the last time I laughed like that? When was the last time I felt like that? I fucked up.

He stopped himself from punching his wall. First things, first. He weighed out two grams worth of his party powder, placing it in one of his baggies. After putting the drug back into his safe, he pulled out another bag of pills. Bonten needed to make sure that once they began the revenge on the traitors none of the women in the house heard the commotion. The pills were tranquilizers; they dissolve quick and work faster. If any screams from the basement echoed through the house, the guests would be sleeping through the whole thing. He put six of those pills in another small bag. Stuffing both into his pockets, he left his room and braced himself for the conflict he created.

The party downstairs was high spirited. Y/n played off the encounter and was quick to hop on the couch Nami was dancing on. She was able to get Senju back on her feet and smiling. No sour pout. The card table had upgraded from child's games to strip poker and the Haitanis were quick to join that.

"Sanzu get in on this!" Ran yelled over to Haruchiyo when he entered the kitchen.

"I got gifts to pass out bud." He pulled a silver platter out from the island counter in the center of the room. He didn't even dump the powder out on its surface when the crowd began to form. He cut lines for the three dancers, the brothers, and the traitors. "Snort it up!" he said dramatic flair of an entertainer as he handed a straw to Jay Kimura. While the group all took turns, Sanzu slipped away.

Rindou nudged his brother's side and pointed it out. "Looks like Mad Dog isn't having any." Ran scrunched his eyebrows together, looking from Sanzu to the platter back to Sanzu again. "No shit, huh."