He lay there thus, hoping that his head would quiet down enough so he could nod off again, but, alas! it wasn't to be. With a heavy sigh, he drew his arm back so that only his hand covered his eyes, and then, shielding them, made another attempt to look around.

And was greeted by the sight of a whipped cream figure peering at him from the wall behind the sofa. It startled him, not being the sort of thing he expected to see the very first thing after a rare night of drinking, and he skittered away from it.

"AAA!"

And promptly landed on the floor amidst a pair of champagne bottles. One hand clutching desperately at his head, he reached for one, and held it out so he could get a better look at it. He had to, as he suddenly realized his glasses were no where to be found.

Excellent vintage, famous brand. Trouble was, he did not remember champagne being served; didn't remember approving such an extravagance for the party, for that matter. He wouldn't have, at that.

Just how much had Watari ordered?

Oh, this was bad. BAD. With a lurch, bottle still in hand, he rolled over onto his knees, and attempted to stand by using a nearby chair as a crutch. So wrapped up was he in his labors, that he completely missed the hand his host had extended to him until he was on his unsteady feet. His leg, unfortunately, ached even more with his weight resting upon it.

And there were faint grass stains on his suit in places. Some of them rather...odd places.

What had he done last night?

And even worse, how much did it all COST?

Yesterday was Watari's birthday! Yay! But oh no! No one seems to be able to remember what happened except for Tsuzuki-kun.  Simple plot, right? Sorry, Shinigami-tachi.  The truth is rarely pure and never simple, because aside from the nagging question of just who made out with who yesterday, there's also Papua New Guinea demons running loose in Tokyo, another evil plot from everyone's favorite deranged doctor, a mysterious man named Sen who thinks Watari is a woman named Hoshiko and wantonly destroyed peonies in GenSouKai!  

In'ei...  
Part One- Sen
Part Two- Hototogisu
Part Three- Utsukushii
New Part Four- Kogoe
Part Five- Kogoe II
Part Six- Youkan-iru [Faded Purple]

Contains… Yaoi, Yuri, gore, lots of dead people, naughty words, cross dressing galore, Shikigami marital disputes, talking sex toys, apple pie fetishes, doll fetishes, Moto Hagio fetishes, any other fetishes we can think of and Muraki who we figured constituted a warning in his own right.

Spoilers for the some of TV series, some of the manga, Kalui mythology and yes, Moto Hagio stories.  If you do not know who Moto Hagio is, go here.

This fic is crossed over with our other RP fic Crushed Violets.  You should be able to get everything, but for more info, you can always read both.  This one happens BEFORE CV. 

Basically, it's kinda AU, this fic.  Some info from here, some from there, some from Kwobt's anth class! YAY!

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