/jp/ - Otaku Culture

I was fairly certain that I was drunk. That was strange. I hadn't been drunk for a long while. I wasn't even sure if I could get particularly drunk anymore. "I have no idea what you're talking about~!" Kisami drunkenly sung next to me, her head swinging from side to side and almost burying me underneath her hair. At some point, she'd been pinned down by some of the girls who'd set about styling her hair, and the end result had been every single strand on her head pointing in a different direction, much to her dismay. Funnily enough, I couldn't remember how that had actually come about, but I supposed that it couldn't have been important.

But then I heard a rumble, and every piece of meat on the tables began to tremble and shake. I tried asking if anyone else was seeing this, but it seemed like everyone had passed out, except for me. I staggered to me feet and backwards as the meat all flew into one central pile, before it formed a giant meat-man who had my exact face except complete with a stupid looking moustache. "You dare insult the likes of me!?" It roared in what I thought was my father's voice, so I scrambled back.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell, and I sluggishly turned my head to see the pink-haired girl with the funny whale-shaped hat shouting something at me while a gourd swung from her hands. It seemed familiar. Coming down over her right ear was a long strand of hair that curled upward like a hook. "You can do it! Defeat it!" She shouted, and I felt emboldened by the knowledge. I could do it! I could win! So, I used the oldest and strongest technique in the book, one that Reimu had used on me.

I punched the thing in the face, and it exploded into people as if I'd been holding a gate shut. Then, I fell back, and just before I passed out, I heard footsteps. "Well, you do look like quite a mess, hmm?" Doremy Sweet told me. "That's what happens when you let someone meddle with your dreams." She crouched down. "I'm sorting out your sleep patterns. It should keep your brain from getting too scrambled, but it won't stop the usual hangover symptoms." She nodded, then stood up as my eyes began to slide shut. "And you, Miss Okunoda. Let's have none of this, shall we? Interfering in my domain is rather rude, hmm?". And at that point, I passed out.

And awoke, jerking my body up only to smash my shins against the table. Blinking tears and sleep from my eyes, I tried to open my mouth only to end up with a mouthful of hair, which made me try and shift whatever was covering my face. It was all over my face, and it was only by some miracle that the hair hadn't actually gotten in my eyes. It was hard to tell, but I felt like I was lying on something soft and warm. Lazily, I tried to raise my arm so I could get the hair out of my face.

That, it seemed, was the trigger, and an intense lance of pain strong enough to split my skull in two shot through my head. I groaned in pain, letting my arm collapse back to my side as I tried to force myself to remember the events of the previous night. There had been...Something about the party. A drunken kiss? I couldn't remember for the life of me. I thought that I'd eaten a lot, but clearly it hadn't helped to fortify my body against the oni alcohol. That was it. Oni alcohol, and a lot of it. Some flashes were coming back to me. At one point, I'd somehow been drawn into an arm wrestle with Yuugi of all people and she'd slammed my hand down hard enough to drag me with it, sending me spinning over the table we'd been using to play the game until I slammed into the floor feeling like I'd had my arm torn off. Why had I ever agreed to that? Well, alcohol, I assumed.

The soft thing below my head seemed to shift slightly, so I decided to endure the pain and raised my arms to my face again, gritting my teeth as the pain shot through my brain and made me wish I'd just up and died last night. Not to mention, my mouth was starting to feel painfully dry and I still couldn't breathe properly. Hissing, I just about brought my hand to my face and lifted some of the hair, which let me see that it was a fiery red. I groaned and pushed more of it out of my face, then slightly tilted my head to the side. To my vague amusement, Kisami wasn't even that close to me, it was just that her hair was so big and there was so much of it that it had still managed to fall across my entire face and, in fact, past it. I squinted until she stopped existing as three people and consolidated down to one. She was on her side, one knee raised, and the other leg stretched out, and both of her hands resting against the floor. Her hair was indeed splayed in every direction to the point that I wondered if there were any poor sisters of hers buried underneath her on the other side.

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