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windandwaterIt had been the piercing scream that had shattered through his brain and dragged him -- painfully -- back to reality. And even then, it was a hard thing to focus on *just* what was going on around him because for some reason, he wasn't wearing his glasses. Everything was a rather dim, fuzzy blur at a distance... near-sightedness was a pain sometimes, but Nadeshiko-san had thought he looked *cute* when he wore glasses so--
There was a draft in the room.
Ah, his nakedness was probably the reason why he felt the draft so strongly and why everyone seemed to be up in arms. Oh dear... from the screams it seemed that *everyone* was naked and waking up in the same position as him. Fujitaka blinked to try to focus past the haze in his mind and realized that the hard surface beneath him was the dining room table. The dining room table in the Main Commons was a monsterously sturdy thing made of oak, and large enough to accommodate every Muse in the mansion if they every dined together. He was lying naked on the kitchen table.
Fujitaka dearly hoped that Nadeshiko-san wasn't anywhere around.
The college professor also noted the presence of -- at least -- two bodies lying with him -- naked, too -- on top of said dining room table. Someone was particularly warm with silky hair and draped across his chest. Well, he hadn't woken up in a position like this since that one night at University with his fraternity brothers and the-- no. Stop that thought right there. This is not a tale you will tell your children. Fujitaka cringed and shut his eyes... he could only hope that Touya-kun and Sakura-chan were alright. He didn't even *remember* what had happened after he had taken a large helping of punch and one of Sakura-chan's fudge brownies.
No... no... he didn't much want to remember at all.
Focusing on the ruckus that was happening around him, Fujitaka listened in on the raising, outraged voices in the Main Commons while trying to nurse his own headaches. He could find out who he had apparently slept with later. From the sounds of it, Duo-kun (such a nice young man... dating his grandson if he remembered correctly) and Relena-sama were screaming at each other, accusing the other of "taking advantage of me." Wufei-kun sounded like he was hiding behind some sort of heavy furniture and Haruka-san and Nakuru-kun were both railing at him while he screamed "onna" and "kisama" and some other rude things. Various shouts of "omae o korosu", "gaki ga daikirai", "SUMIMASEN!", "I'm gonna kill myself", "By ALLAH!", and "If I get pregnant, you're paying the bills" went around the room.
It was all so confusing.
And it was the horrified screams of: "OTOU-SAN!" and "Kaijuu, cover your eyes!" that got Fujitaka moving.
Finally taking a deep breath, Fujitaka opened his eyes, reached down and pulled some of that silky stuff that was covering his chest to his eyes. Hazel eyes widened in disbelief at the long, silvery-white strands. What was the last thing he remembered again? Something about who was a "better" Clow Read...?
Casting about blindly, Fujitaka hoped that his glasses were lying close at hand. There was a quiet chuckle somewhere around his right ear and Fujitaka blinked rapidly when the slim wire frames were perched on his nose. When he finally realized just *who* was curled naked around him, his distraught must have been obvious because the aforementioned person just chuckled softly.
"I bet Clow Read never saw *this* ever happening," said Eriol Hiiragizawa. The young man had a very *strange* smile on his face as he looked down at Yue-san, who was pillowed against the both of them. "I think we should let Yue rest. He had a long night."
There was a draft in the room.
Ah, his nakedness was probably the reason why he felt the draft so strongly and why everyone seemed to be up in arms. Oh dear... from the screams it seemed that *everyone* was naked and waking up in the same position as him. Fujitaka blinked to try to focus past the haze in his mind and realized that the hard surface beneath him was the dining room table. The dining room table in the Main Commons was a monsterously sturdy thing made of oak, and large enough to accommodate every Muse in the mansion if they every dined together. He was lying naked on the kitchen table.
Fujitaka dearly hoped that Nadeshiko-san wasn't anywhere around.
The college professor also noted the presence of -- at least -- two bodies lying with him -- naked, too -- on top of said dining room table. Someone was particularly warm with silky hair and draped across his chest. Well, he hadn't woken up in a position like this since that one night at University with his fraternity brothers and the-- no. Stop that thought right there. This is not a tale you will tell your children. Fujitaka cringed and shut his eyes... he could only hope that Touya-kun and Sakura-chan were alright. He didn't even *remember* what had happened after he had taken a large helping of punch and one of Sakura-chan's fudge brownies.
No... no... he didn't much want to remember at all.
Focusing on the ruckus that was happening around him, Fujitaka listened in on the raising, outraged voices in the Main Commons while trying to nurse his own headaches. He could find out who he had apparently slept with later. From the sounds of it, Duo-kun (such a nice young man... dating his grandson if he remembered correctly) and Relena-sama were screaming at each other, accusing the other of "taking advantage of me." Wufei-kun sounded like he was hiding behind some sort of heavy furniture and Haruka-san and Nakuru-kun were both railing at him while he screamed "onna" and "kisama" and some other rude things. Various shouts of "omae o korosu", "gaki ga daikirai", "SUMIMASEN!", "I'm gonna kill myself", "By ALLAH!", and "If I get pregnant, you're paying the bills" went around the room.
It was all so confusing.
And it was the horrified screams of: "OTOU-SAN!" and "Kaijuu, cover your eyes!" that got Fujitaka moving.
Finally taking a deep breath, Fujitaka opened his eyes, reached down and pulled some of that silky stuff that was covering his chest to his eyes. Hazel eyes widened in disbelief at the long, silvery-white strands. What was the last thing he remembered again? Something about who was a "better" Clow Read...?
Casting about blindly, Fujitaka hoped that his glasses were lying close at hand. There was a quiet chuckle somewhere around his right ear and Fujitaka blinked rapidly when the slim wire frames were perched on his nose. When he finally realized just *who* was curled naked around him, his distraught must have been obvious because the aforementioned person just chuckled softly.
"I bet Clow Read never saw *this* ever happening," said Eriol Hiiragizawa. The young man had a very *strange* smile on his face as he looked down at Yue-san, who was pillowed against the both of them. "I think we should let Yue rest. He had a long night."