When Subaru woke up the next morning, it was with the knowledge that Kamui was, indeed, a singing drunk.

He seemed particularly fond of Okinawan folk songs sung off-key.

Luckily, the teenager had dropped off fairly quickly and Subaru had only been subjected to a couple of rounds of song.

Now that he was awake again, he was hearing a different sort of sound coming from the bathroom; soft, pained moans, the unmistakable sounds of a colossal hangover in the making.

With a soft sigh, the Sumeragi picked up a teacup, and splashed some leftover sake into it, before striding into the bathroom and filling the rest of the cup with cold tap water. He handed it to Kamui.

"Here."

"Eh?" responded the fifteen-year old. He cracked open one single bloodshot violet eye. "What is it?" he croaked.

"You do not want to know," responded Subaru. "But it'll help, trust me."

Kamui gulped it down. "That was disgusting."

Subaru didn't respond, but simply handed Kamui four pills and shoved him out the door. "You'd better go use Sorata's bathroom. I'll try to clean up in here."

"You don't need to do that, I'll clean it up," Kamui protested.

Subaru pinned him with a stare. They were both fully aware that Kamui would end up on the floor holding his head within ten minutes. "No, I'll do it."

Kamui nodded weakly and shut the door quietly behind him.

Subaru turned back to the disastrous bathroom and heaved another sigh as he picked up a wet feather.

It almost looked like a henhouse had exploded. And he had an appointment later that morning.

Convenient onmyoujitsu spells were created for moments like these.

***

Kamui squeezed his eyes shut and scowled in Sorata's general direction as the monk plopped a glass of brilliantly colored orange juice in front of him. "You're cruel.

Sorata just snickered in response.

Kamui gulped down his juice without opening his eyes, and commenced with picking at his toast.

A few minutes later he and the other gathered Seals heard familiar soft footsteps behind them. Kamui said nothing, but merely turned red and stared at his plate.

Arashi was the first to speak.

"Subaru-san, you have a feather stuck to your cheek," she said. There was no hint of amusement in her voice.

Subaru's fingers brushed lightly at his skin. "So I do. Thank you, Kishuu-san." He smiled softly at Kamui's bent head before setting down the garbage bag he was holding. "I'm afraid I have an early appointment today, so I won't be able to stay for breakfast. I hope everyone else has an excellent day at school."

Kamui's head thunked on the table and he groaned. School.

***

Kamui was usually late for class, both because of his frequent injuries and because he really didn't care much for it. On this morning he was early, however, so that he could relish the few minutes of absolute silence.

And they were few. Segawa Keiichi was not only the student council president, but he had cleaning duty that morning.

Keiichi's sunshine-bright personality intensified Kamui's headache even more than the actual sun had that morning.

"Shirou-kun! You're early!" Keiichi's brow furrowed for a moment. "You aren't on duty with me this morning, are you?"

Kamui shook his head slightly and suppressed a wince. "No," he whispered.

"You're right, Araki-san is on duty today. She should be here shortly." Keiichi paused. "Shirou-kun, there isn't something wrong, is there? You look pale."

Kamui shook his head again, but Keiichi continued to look worried.

They were halfway through class when he figured it out.

"Shirou-kun, you were drinking last night!" he exclaimed in a stage whisper.

With every eye in the classroom fixed on him, Kamui resolved to never raid Imonoyama-san's liquor cabinet, no matter what the circumstances were.

It wasn't worth the price.

~fin