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[shiromadoushi]

WHO: Bakura, Quatre, Matsuka, Kurama, Alastair, Kiryuu, Hiruma, Himuro
WHERE: Tokyo
WHEN: Dec 30th - Jan 2nd
WARNINGS: Cute & not so cute couples, Hiruma's mouth.
SUMMARY: Bakura and friends spend New Years in Tokyo.
FORMAT: Whatever people want.



It was a modern, American style hotel, the rooms Bakura had gotten for everyone high up on the 27th floor, giving them a good view of the city out below. The four rooms were in a cluster at the end of the hall, each with two queen sized beds facing a large picture window. Other than the beds, the rooms were small, but space in Tokyo was at a premium, so it was to be expected.

And besides. The point wasn't to stay in the room, but to go out and enjoy!



[[OoC: Feel free to make your own threads for whomever in the group, break off, explore, have fun! Bakura will just expect everyone at the shrine at midnight for New Years. Other than that, have at you!]]

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New Years thread!

[shiromadoushi]

Party at the Hanazono Shrine! Dress up in your best, have at the mochi soup, try and catch a goldfish, watch the fireworks, get your fortune told, have fun!

FISH

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Hiruma, surprisingly, was actually wearing traditional clothing for this whole affair. Of course, "traditional" was probably a matter of opinion. The yukata's design is normal enough, but the patterns of the fabric are very unique. The thing is bright, blood red, embroidered with (what else?) whirling, flying bats in gold thread. The obi is ink black and has some sort of swirly cloud design in red thread. Over the obi is a black leather belt with metal spikes. Where he got such a unique outfit on such short notice is a mystery, and probably one better left unsolved. His hair is pulled back in a short, unruly ponytail this evening as well.

Either way, the bat boy is perched over the goldfish tank, bowl and paper net in hand, and it seems like he hasn't even given it a shot yet, despite having been sitting there for at least fifteen minutes. He's acclimating the fish to him, ok?

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's yukata is far more reserved, blue with small sections of yellow stripes.

"Waiting for the perfect moment?" he asked with a grin.

He'd already tried twice and failed utterly, but that was his luck, after all.

WRONG ACCOUNT hurrhurrdurr

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

Well, what is Hiruma if not completely and utterly obsessed with being flashy and fabulous?

The blond doesn't even look up at Bakura when he speaks, and instead keeps those catlike eyes of his focused on the fish, which now seem to have become accustomed to his presence, at least a bit.

"I'm lettin' them get used to me. Then, when they aren't expecting it--" he suddenly strikes out with the net and simultaneously tilts the bowl towards it, snagging a wriggling little goldfish, "--I strike! Kekekeke! Fuckin fish, I win!"

So noticed :D

[shiromadoushi]

"Aaa! Congratulations!" Bakura applauded happily.

Of course Hiruma would have the strategy for something like this.

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[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

He holds out the bowl with the captured goldfish to Bakura.

"It's easy. You just have to be patient! Do you want this? I got a fuckin' shark, I don't need a goldfish. If not, I'm just gonna put it back."

It happens. :) Also, HI GRIMM! :D

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura covered a small laugh. "Do you think they'd let us bring it back on the plane?" he asked, accepting the bowl. "Maybe we can bring it back to Trowa-kun for a souvenir!"

Oh, the look he'd get for that one if he did it.

[coldempress.livejournal.com]

When did Himuro even buy a kimono? It was kind of weird that she had dressed up so..girly, even if the pattern and colors of her kimono were slightly somber and didn't really stand out.

She was busy tying her fortune to an available tree branch a bit away from the rest of the festivities, looking like she was concentrating pretty hard on it.

[shiromadoushi]

"Did you get a good one?" Bakura asked cheerfully.

[coldempress.livejournal.com]

"Hmm.." Himuro shrugged her shoulders. She didn't look especially thrilled about her fortune, but then again, that was kind of her default expression. "Not especially."

[shiromadoushi]

"I'm sure you'll get good luck despite it, there's a lot more to it than just what they can predict!"

[coldempress.livejournal.com]

"I don't really believe in it." She replied, and stepped away from the tree when the knot was tied to her satisfaction.

"It's cold out here. I need a coffee or something."

[shiromadoushi]

"I think one of the food stands had hot drinks," Bakura nodded towards where the vendors were set up. "And hot food!"

[hackeralastair]

Alastair really would have preferred to be in Shinjuku right now. He wasn't Japanese, and despite his grasp of the language (learned well before gaining his power) he really didn't fit in at all - six feet tall with red hair? He stood out. No yukata for him, either, he had a sweater on under his leather jacket and stood around with his hands in his pockets, looking disinterested.

But this was for Bakura. And he had been enough of a selfish ass lately that he had to do one little thing for his friend. Especially considering how much this trip had to have cost. The least Alastair could do was show up at the shrine and not sulk too much.

...besides, he and Kiryu had stayed out all night at a club in Shinjuku 2-Chome last night. What jet lag?

[shiromadoushi]

"Oniichaaan!" Bakura laughed happily, catching up to Alastair to stand by his side. "Did you get your fortune yet?"

[hackeralastair]

"Huh?" Alastair turned to him, not taking his hands out of his pockets. "What?"

[shiromadoushi]

"At the shrine proper, you can get your fortune for the new year!"

[hackeralastair]

Alastair smirked and patted him on the head. "You know those things are fake, right?"

[satisfiedsigner]

[hanging out, watching the fireworks. also, wearing a nice black and blue yukata.

the festivities are nice, but he's not quite sure what he's supposed to do, other than eat and watch the fireworks. so eating and watching the fireworks it is.]

1/1/11, Bakura and Quatre's hotel room, morning (after Trowa's post)

[shiromadoushi]

[[just gets all close and hugs, so glad to see Quatre and Trowa are talking again.]]


[[OoC: and this is assuming the last night was their night o firsts if that's cool?]]

[pacifister]

[Seems a little surprised by the sudden hug. Still not all that used to the whole overly affectionate partner thing. But considering they're both holding communicators and replying to the same post, it's semi-clear why he's getting it though.]

It's not that simple.

[ooc; perfectly]

[shiromadoushi]

[[gives a soft laugh at the surprise and just snuggles close, still just so happy with just, well-- everything.]] It's a start. You haven't talked with each other much at all since you started fighting. It's nice to see that change.

[pacifister]

[There's a pause between Bakura speaking and his reply, it occurring to him that Bakura might not know why they weren't speaking. It's also really not something he thinks is entirely appropriate to reveal at this moment.]

It is.

[Smiles a little before setting aside his communicator and turning toward Bakura to kiss him, hand reaching up to rest on the side of his neck.]

[shiromadoushi]

[[all Bakura knows about the situation is that it had something to do with whatever happened during the brain washing situation when they both killed each other. Not something he likes thinking of and thus something he rarely does.

And oh, that feels nice... A faint blush touches his cheeks as he returns the kiss, his own fingers reaching out to trail over Quatre's chest. Being able to be this close, to touch so much...

He's just a small bubble of happiness right now that he's sure even Matsuka can pick up on through the walls.]]

It's already a good year, this year.

[pacifister]

[Quatre will tell him eventually. If someone else doesn't beat him to it, anyway, but now really isn't the time. He'd rather ignore the nagging possessive and jealous thoughts at having his suspicions confirmed by Hiruma. It was easier to think about the happy emotions rolling off Ryou at the kiss and the warm touch of fingers on his skin.]

[Slipping his hand into Bakura's hair, he pulls him a little closer, his own thoughts and emotions easily returning to where he is now.]

Ryou.

[Dropping one last kiss to his mouth, Quatre shifts a bit so that he can lean against the headboard, laughing a bit as he mentally figures out the time here in relation to someone in the City posting at midnight.]

It's nearly three.