Abomination Contract Loving The Enemy

POV: Asher

If I had a cup of glass in my hands right now I would have chattered it at that moment, however I don't know what is harder to grasp, the fact that Seiji and my men are out on the floor, or that they have been getting drunk together!

Hacker is now snorting on the couch, clutching the pillows so tightly that I knew that she must have wrestled against them while high with the alcohol, turning into the ferocious woman that we avoided at all costs by usually limiting her to the sodas on the side.

Hunter, who had stayed behind because he had already had his working turn along the day, and who was supposed to be resting for his next shift, is on the side at the table, apparently not fuzzed about anything that's happening around him, the loud singing or snorting, but at a second glace I'm able to tell that he, too, has participated in such frivolous acts, only that he is focusing on his own little game while he leaves his hand outstretched over the table as with the other he pokes holes in between the fingers, denting the wood and thankfully not as out of it as to speed up his moves and cut himself in the process. 

Scientist is there too or, as he thinks we should call him, the Magnanimous Scientist, with one of his arms over Seiji on the floor and a beer at the other hand, singing something in a mumbling incoherent drunk talk, so carefree that it could almost outshine the research focused shy genius, the only give away being some strange out-of-normal technical information that would arise in his mumbled singing.

And there he is, the one probably responsible for this mess, sitting on the floor with one leg stretched and the other bend, and while Scientist on his side is making havoc and singing out, he is calm as a crystal clear lake, too calm actually, his hand clenching a rice sake, and then little by little I make heads and tails about the situation.

Because, of course, after recognizing Seiji as one of the seven deadly samurais, I would have dug around information about him, family, status, tastes, everything, and one of these is that he is quite addicted to sake, especially with high rice contains.

And by the looks of it my own team had the same idea of making their own investigation… which may have lead to this.

I don't know if I'm to feel proud or totally disappointed, one for looking into it themselves, and the other being so easily carried away by such..

I decide to only sigh and think about how to deal with them later, taking hold of Seiji's arm as he, oddly enough, obediently follows suit, a new set of clothes adorning his body, the clean white cut clothing probably coming out from Scientist's wardrobe.

"Hey, captain coldy, join us join us!" Not only I've to bear with the sight in front of me, but with Seiji becaming me towards them, the sake almost drips out of its container with the movement, too close from reaching me.

Word won't go through in this situation with any of them, so resenting to the fate that my thoughts about this matter would have to wait until tomorrow when they are a little sober I get closer to a rosy Seiji and pull him up by the arm, a strong grip keeping him balanced after the sudden movement.

Don't know just how much they managed to make him drink before I came in, but it was enough to make him calm as a kitty as I dragged him out of there back home.

And in his drunken state it is easy to say with one look that I'm not only guiding him but keeping him up on his feet.

Better not vomit on me, or else… I'll get really pissed at him.

Sigh, not even war had me so on edge as this guy.

But I do not stop, not even when he stumbles on the stairs to the second floor, knowing that his skin is thick enough to ignore the blows.

"How did it come to this?"

"The funny boy tested my body." He answers, to my surprise. Funny boy? The only one there that could be seen as boy is Scientist, that may be it too since he had a way of always getting ahead of his experiments, no matter how small and trivial as testing if Seiji could still get drunk. 

I'm all for ending this day already, throw him on the guest's bed and be done with it, only that now he reeks of alcohol and that is making my nose itch; and letting him like this will only make it much worse by tomorrow when my entire house is drenched in that foul smell.

So, as I take a deep breath to calm down, and regret the moment after when more of that stench fills my lungs, I have to almost carry him while he rests his head on my shoulder, and the once blush happy effect of the booze seems to settle down as his eyelashes flush downwards.

Dragging Seiji's feet along I manage to bring him towards the bathroom, and sitting him on the toilet I bring a new set of clothes in, only to find him staring at nothing while holding his weight on the outer side of the bathtub. 

It is odd to see the always high-spirited Seiji like this, and even if so obedient as to let me take his clothes off while the bath fills up without stirring trouble, I cannot help but feel worried about him.

Once the water is at a good height I turn the tap off, and after giving him a once over with the shower before entering I help him in the bathtub as his white flushed skin redness further in contact with the hot water.

I frown a little at that, but with my mind focused on going through this until the end I take the shampoo on the side and start washing his hair, the bigger source of the smell, probably because of some drunken accident as pouring one's beer at the other's head.

All along the process Seiji doesn't say anything, until a strange chocked chuckle leaves his lips.

"Captain coldy, you are being so nice to me…" Is my impression or he is getting better and better at speaking at quite a rapid speed?

Though I should have figured it out that, the next moment, Seiji would grab the front of my collar and bring my face closer to him, locking me in place as I can see the drops of water tracing his face and body, dripping of his hair and eyelashes.

"Almost makes me want to repay you…"

If his odd behavior wasn't enough, the flushes cheeks and ears are enough to tell me that he still is under the effects of the alcohol, but that doesn't make me less annoyed by his action as I force myself out of his grasp.

However as I'm about to stand he grabs my hand, and in a totally strange, despaired tune, says:

"Please don't leave me!"