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Ok this chapter introduces some of the original characters I made, which I based on various friends of mine :>

Without Kumiko there wouldn't be this......^___^

Have fun

A figure caught his eye.

Young.

Tall.

Overly arrogant.

The God of Strife.

An evil laughter filled the dim lit chamber

"So...we meet again...Strife..." a clawed hand touched the figure in the seeing glass. Jet black hair cascaded down his back, an elderly maid straightened his high necked dress jacket, then brushed his ebony coloured bangs revealing exquisite shingle grey eyes she then patted his cheek with tender loving care.

Muraki gloated at the sight.

"Soon. Soon my precious grey jewel, the day which I will have my revenge, when I will break you bit by bit even the Elders will have no possible way to put you back together!" Muraki spat. He thrust his pale head back and gave a cynical laugh; his pale blue eyes glinted maliciously.

"Soon."

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People patted him on his back at the same time someone thrust a wine glass in his hands. Strangers came up to him and shook his hand. All he could do was nod and smile politely.

`What's with these people?!' the ebony haired God thought to himself as another strange Goddess approached him.

"Have you forgotten me already Hatsui-san?" she tilted his chin with a finger. The purple haired Goddess sighed, her eyes glinted with amusement.

"Come Hatsui, it's been awhile, I'll get you a drink." She hooked her arm around his and dragged the shocked God after her, silently spluttering about how he manages to befriend such seme people.

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1hr later

"Although we are Gods, intoxication is an issue. We are immortal but our bodies are not." Bakura rattled on to a fellow Shinigami (angel of death).

"Does that explanation of intoxication come with the abnormal behaviour?" Tsuzuki raised a fine eyebrow.

What had happened was Aya and Seto challenged each other to a drinking contest and only the Elders would know how much each God poured down their sorry throats, for they now lie in a state of unconsciousness and will be extremely touchy and burden a huge hangover in the morning.

"It is wise to stay away from those two in the morning Tsuzuki. Or else you will learn the behavioural part of intoxication in a very unpleasant way." Malik piped up from the back.

The white haired God muttered something inaudible as they turned into another drinking area.

The Gods and the Shinigami stared dumbfolded at the sight. The God of Strife was slouched over a couch looking totally "pissed" while Arushii sitting opposite to him had the most innocent expression on her face, which was seriously disturbing.

Hatsui opened one eye groggily.

"...hey! Bakura!....Malik!!! Long time no see!..." he tried to stand up but ended up sprawling back on the couch.

Bakura help his friend sit back up.

"What in the name of Elders did you do to him Arushii?!" he asked icily.

Arushii's crimson eyes hardened.

"It wasn't my fault. He couldn't remember me so I decided to play our favourite drinking game with him." She retorted, flicking her purple braid back. Hatsui rested his head on Bakura's shoulder.

"...*grumble* she's a sneaky little witch...come drink with me..."

"It did work. He called you Bakura not Baka, baka." She said in a matter-of-factly tone.

Malik and Tsuzuki sweat dropped.

The blonde God counted the number of empty mugs in front of Hatsui.

"8! 8 bloody Gravediggers!!" Amethyst eyes widen with shock and disbelief.

The Goddess smiled meekly.

"...lets play again...I will win this time…"

"No you won't your already pissed HAHA!" she laughed.

"Intoxicated." Tsuzuki added.

Before Hatsui could reply Bakura interrupted.

"I think you have had enough for tonight." Glaring daggers at Discord.

"You know you ca always trade places Baka-sama." She smiled foxily.

Suddenly a rush of wings, a messenger of Gods arrived.

"God of Chaos, Bakura-san. His majesty Hotohori-sama requires your presence in his quarters immediately." Another rush of wings and it was gone. The white haired god sighed and looked up at Malik.

"You've gonna have to somehow get this `artefact' back to his chambers in one piece." Bakura said solemnly to Malik as he got up, Hatsui flopped once more back onto the couch like a dead fish. Bakura patted Malik's shoulder.

"Good luck. You'll need it." He gave Arushii a final `dagger' and left.

"Since Malik's gonna take Hatsui back to his chambers and Elder's knows what they are gonna do." Arushii winked at the blonde god.

"Would you mind staying for awhile Tsuzuki?" smiling her foxy smile again.

"- Arushii your sooo disturbed." Malik interrupted, but a faint red blush creped onto his cheeks. He hooked one of Hatsui's arm over his shoulders and one around his waist.

"Alright Hatsui, here we go."

As the two gods stumbled down the corridor, Arushii ordered some more drinks as Tsuzuki settled himself on the couch.

"Which game?" he asked

"21?"

"You're on."

"You're gonna experience first hand intoxication Tsuzuki."

"And you're gonna get your first major hangover."