A/n: This was supposed to go up yesterday, but some technical issues happened, so it was not uploaded properly. I apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
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(Y/n) was quite confused when she went in search of food, only to find the kitchen strangely desolate. Typically, Rei would have been cooking lunch or she would have found Asuka munching on snacks, but there was no such sight. In fact, no one was even anywhere near the premises, the air quiet and stagnant. She hummed, frowning and furrowing her eyebrows while attempting to scavenge for something to eat. It wasn't long before she discovered that someone had taken out all the food in the fridge, the freezer, and the pantry.
Frustrated, she huffed and picked up a note that was placed in the empty fridge. Sighing, she noted that her food was being held hostage. She wondered whose brilliant idea it was to demand she meet them in the attic when she was low on food. Clearly, it must have been Akari. She didn't know who else would want to be beaten into the ground because she was starving. Perhaps Ryota was picking a fight with her again. She didn't know, but she couldn't put it off any longer. Her poor stomach was rumbling.
Sneaking up to the attic, the (h/c) haired girl pouted the entire way. The only thing she could think of was how to thoroughly punish the individual responsible. As she climbed up the ladder, she found it was near pitch black. Somewhat put off by the atmosphere of the area, she crept forward slowly, attempting to make out the individual that wrote the note. However, when she reached the person-shaped figure, she was only met with a mannequin, likely one of Ichiro's that he wasn't using.
Tilting her head, she sighed, only for hands to grab quickly onto her waist. Jumping with a shriek, (Y/n)'s eyes watered up with tears. She attempted to get away as soon as possible, but the hands were unrelenting, grabby, and needy. Her body was able to figure out who the assailant was, but her mind was too preoccupied trying to survive. She practically scampered away on the floor, weeping loudly. Due to that, the lights were turned on, the concerned face of Orion peeking up at her from behind while Kota looked around in confusion, shame littered on his face.
"Are you alright?" the orange-haired boy questioned with worry, holding tightly onto the girl's hands, "I didn't know you would be so scared! I'm so sorry! I really am! Please forgive me!"
Kota gave off the same amount of guilt and shame, but he did not step forward. Rather, he hid behind Sora who sat on a dusty chest, trying to avoid being yelled at. The ravenette rolled his eyes but snickered nonetheless, amused by the way everything had happened. He would have thought the (h/c) haired girl's instincts would lead her to fight as opposed to flee. But it was so unbelievably cute that he left the pink-haired boy to place (Y/n) on his lap, nuzzling her cheek and making fun of her.
"How adorable," he chuckled, pinching at her cheeks which were flushed red with embarrassment, "Didn't know you had that kinda face. Should make it more often, hm?"
"Shut up."
The younger girl blushed as he toyed with her cheeks, cooing at her as though she was a child. She attempted to swat away his hands, but the more she tried, the more he wanted to touch her, so he did, regardless of her say in the matter. Asuka settled out the matter for her, pulling on the ravenette's hair and muttering thinly veiled threats about what she'd do to him. He ignored her, far more interested in the girl in his lap. Although that wasn't to say he didn't try to swat back at the orange-haired mercenary.
"What did you even call me here for?" (Y/n) asked, glaring at the cowering Kota, watching as he tried to hide behind the chest, "I'm...hungry."
"No worries," Orion beamed, holding up a plate of pasta, "I made some for you to munch on. If that's not enough, we can go out to eat somewhere nice."
"Why bother when I can just make dinner?" Rei frowned, raising an eyebrow at his cousin's idea of a meal.
"Because...hm...it's nice to go out every once in a while?"
The blonde huffed but didn't say anything, letting the orange-haired boy have his fun. He greatly enjoyed serving the dish to her, eager to see if she enjoyed his cooking. Even if all he had done was heat the pasta up in water for a set amount of time and put some sauce on it, it wasn't as if he had done something like that before. He just couldn't help but be incredibly excited about the whole thing.
"Is it yummy?"
(Y/n) nodded, sending the boy to heaven. Orion was more than happy to have been able to provide her with some much-needed food. Sitting on his knees, he tilted his head to the side as he watched her eat. Sora gave him a look, but even he didn't have it in him to take away the orange-haired prince's happiness. Rather, he was somewhat charmed by his aura, the ravenette even subconsciously reaching to pat his head. However, before he got the pleasure, he was stopped by Ichiro who hugged his cousin protectively.
"No touching Oreo! That's a big felony in Vethela. You could get the death penalty."
"But he's so...fuckin'...cute."
"Isn't he?"
"I want to squeeze him till he pops! Give 'em here!"
The bluenette pulled the younger boy away, attempting to protect him from the threats the ravenette made. Of course, it was a normal reaction when coming into contact with the youngest member of the Vethelan royal family. Even those in his own family were not immune against his rare charm. It was well known just how much his grandmother cherished him, and as his cousin, Ichiro was quite lucky to be able to get away with nuzzling him continually. That was why the ravenette was so pissed off. If he didn't have (Y/n) to snuggle, he would've been wanted across the world for kidnapping the Vethelan prince.
"Girly's fuckin' cuter. Count yourself lucky, kid."
"Yeah, really cute," Orion hummed, a drunk look in his eyes, "Super cute."
The (h/c) haired girl gave a frustrated look as Sora pet her head. He placed his hand around her shoulder so she couldn't escape and chuckled as he caressed her hair. It wasn't particularly odd for him, but that wasn't to say it was normal either. She sighed, slumping against his broad chest while glaring in the direction of Kota. He had yet to apologize or so much as move from the spot he decided was safe for him. Takuya peered over the chest to look at him but did nothing to help. Rather, he snickered and giggled at the sight.
"Well, are you going to keep wasting my time or...?" the younger girl snapped, "I'd appreciate it if you told me what I'm here for."
"H-Halloween."
"Yeah? What about it?"
The pink-haired boy gathered the courage to peek his head above the chest, but not enough to directly face her. A shame-ridden look plagued his features, thoroughly entertaining the white-haired male next to him. The others also looked on with great amusement, especially Ryota who believed he needed a good comeuppance. It was the majority's sentiment that he was far too up close and personal with everyone.
"We want to dress you up. C-Can we?"
"What as...?" the younger girl asked skeptically, raising her eyebrows while glaring the poor boy down.
"I'm so glad you asked, cupcake!" Rei giggled enthusiastically, fighting with the ravenette over who would get the sole right to pinch her cheeks, "We actually thought really long and hard on this - "
"T-T-That's what he said," Kota snickered, failing in his attempts to stop the joke from exiting his mouth.
"But in the end, none of us could agree. So we were hoping maybe our little cupcake could help us out? We already narrowed it down to three outfits. The problem is just that majority couldn't rule since we were evenly split between them."
(Y/n) gave a frown, smacking the ravenette's hands away from her chest. Since the blonde had beat him over smothering her cheeks, he moved his interest there, not that she was at all taken with it. In response to her actions, he gave a "tch" but was more than satisfied with playing with her hands. He just couldn't let the blonde have all the fun. Or maybe it was just that he couldn't let him win. Then again, there was the fact that Asuka hated his guts. In any case, he held quite a bit of animosity for him.
"Let's see. Takuya came up with the first idea to get a lot of votes. Why don't you share?"
With an excited look, the white-haired boy began to rummage through the wardrobe, red fabric following him with a blur. He smiled as wide as he possibly could as he held the dress up, a Vethelan-styled princess adornment in his hands. Alongside him, Akari clapped, jumping up and down with blush on his features. Orion also seemed very taken with the outfit, shyly holding up a tiara made from real jewels and gold. At the sight, the younger girl couldn't help but bury her face in her hands. Of course they would.
"I see," she sighed, Sora laughing sadistically, "So Takuya - obviously - and Orion, Akari, and...who else?"
"That would be myself and the firstborn Satoru son," Ryota hummed, pleased with the way the dress came out.
"Satoru?" Kazuki questioned, tilting his head to the side, "I haven't been called by my father's name since I was a child."
"Well, I ought to give you the respect you deserve. And seeming as I'm not quite fond of the royal family all that much, I figured your father's name would do you justice. Are you distaken with it?"
"Not at all. I'm honored."
"I see you have good manners. Though I could not say the same for your brothers."
Kazuki chuckled, placing his hand over his mouth. He could not refute the statement but rather agreed with it wholeheartedly. And while his brothers were not at all entertained with his silence, their cousin smiled with a snicker, Ichiro tapping on his head with a pout. Still, the prince smiled, placing the crown on the (h/c) haired girl's head with a blush. He then happily curled up on her lap, looking up hopefully to see her reaction.
"Well, I guess that makes sense," she huffed, turning to the youngest blonde with a teasing smile, "except for you, Akari. I thought I was a goddess. Isn't a princess a demotion? Or...are you trying to tell me something?"
"Ah, it's not like that! Really, I wanted to give you a goddess costume, I did! But...only Kazuki agreed with me."
"You also think of me that way, Zuki?"
"Mm...who can say?"
With a smirk, the blonde said nothing further, sitting himself down on the chest and crossing one leg over the other. He gave a small chuckle but turned to Ichiro who had already started fetching the costume he had pitched. It was always amusing to see him so excited over his creations, and further still when he wanted the (h/c) haired girl to wear them. Even if he visibly irritated Takuya for trying to upstage his princess idea, he was still adorable to Kazuki. Holding up the bunny girl dress and a pair of matching ears, he beamed from ear to ear. Immediately, the girl turned around to scowl at Sora, watching as he grinned.
"You put that idea in his head, didn't you?"
"I didn't do anythin'. I just jumped on board. Can't blame me for that, can you, girly?"
"Wanna bet?"
Snickering, the ravenette grabbed the crown from her head and tossed it to the side, Orion weeping quietly. The older male then placed the ears of her, holding them down while she tried valiantly to remove them. It was only because of Asuka that she was able to get them off and promptly slap him in the face with them, much to his delight. In a rare display of frustration, the orange-haired boy also punched him lightly, almost jumping in guilt when he touched him. At that, Sora stared at him in fascination.
"If I ever have a princess, I want her to be just like you, kiddo," he commented mindlessly with sparkles in his eyes, "Tiny and fuckin' cute."
Orion backed away from the ravenette, hiding behind his middle cousin with trembling legs. He didn't know what that meant. Obviously, it wasn't as intimidating as he saw it, but to him who had never seen such an unrestrained individual, he was frightened beyond belief. Some part of him wanted to rescue the (h/c) haired girl from being trapped by his arms. However, even he could tell that he was harmless to her, only wanting to tease and be teased, himself. That didn't mean he didn't look at her with concerned eyes, however.
"Who else voted for this?" (Y/n) growled, scanning the room for guilty eyes, only to be surprised when she found a shy bluenette raising his hand with embarrassed features, "E tu, Narahashi?!"
"He promised it would be cute! There was no...sexual...anything attached to it!"
"Well, I thought the same," the red-haired male admitted, covering his face with his hands while his pink ears were left exposed, "And Haru...well..."
"Bunnies have lots of babies," the brunette shimmered, sparkles in his eyes.
"Babies?" Kota gagged, rolling his eyes, "Why would you ever want brats?"
Immediately, the pink-haired male became the archenemy of Haru. He glared at the boy, being directed a similar look in return. From the growls and unspoken threats they shared, it appeared as though sparks could have flown at any moment. It was an unlikely rivalry they shared, but that didn't mean it was short-lasting or by any means lacking in tension. In fact, it was quite intense, both of them unrelenting in cursing the other.
"Well, do you like it, (Y/n)?" Ichiro questioned, eager to hear compliments on the work he had put in to make such an outfit.
"Yeah, you did a good job, Ichi."
"Great! Then you can - "
"Not so fast!" Rei snapped, tugging his brother back by the collar, "There's one more!"
This time, it appeared the team leader was Hotaka. He presented a police uniform. It was simply that. There was nothing sexy about it nor was it revealing. Rather, it was simply the assigned uniform that female police officers wore. Rather proud of his selection, the others that agreed on the theme looked at it with visible confusion. Kota was the one to grab the uniform and throw it away, Asuka presenting the more attractive costume.
"H-Hey, wait, wait! I didn't sign off on that!" the purple-haired boy tensed, recovering the uniform he had gotten and holding it with flushed features.
"No, but we did," Asuka snickered, placing on the uniform cap with a smirk.
"Mhm," Rei laughed, twisting handcuffs around his finger with great amusement, "You and Yamato were too reserved for this kind of thing, but majority rules, you know. Three versus two."
In shame, both of the aforementioned males turned their heads away in shame, trying not to be associated with the other three. They really had believed she would just be wearing a typical police uniform. Clinging to the uniform, the purple-haired boy blushed, attempting to cover his face from the (h/c) haired girl. He truly did not want to be seen in such a perverse light. The same was true for Yamato who really only wanted to dress up as a soldier with her. The two wanted to have fun. That was all.
"I should've known," the brunette growled, throwing a nasty glare to the cocky blonde.
"I didn't expect anything less," (Y/n) shrugged, "But I'm not in the habit of wearing something so revealing."
"I wholeheartedly agree," Ryota smiled, offering the tiara to her in expectation, "A modest woman should cover herself from other mens' eyes. Only costumes such as this are suitable for your elegance."
"So what do you plan on being then, wise guy?"
"I won't be participating. Obviously."
"Ah, I see. So you're going to make me wear this princess outfit while you walk around like a normal person. That's not very fair, is it?"
"Well, what do you want me to do?"
"It's only right if you dress up, too."
The others looked on in great interest as the two began to exchange offers, one trying to convince the other to wear the dress while the other attempted to bargain for it. At that point, it appeared as though the (h/c) haired girl was more inclined toward being a princess on a few of them's behalf. As such, Orion beamed while Ichiro pouted, hugging his costume with a frown. He had worked so hard on it, after all. Shouldn't she have, at least, tried it on for him?
"Then I suppose if I dress up as a knight, you'll wear the princess costume?" the green-haired male chuckled, reaching out his hand.
"If you're not a stick in the mud, we have a deal," (Y/n) smirked, shaking the male's hand energetically.
"That's not fair!" Ichiro and Kota shouted, flailing their arms about to show their frustration.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. I'll wear them all at some point in time this weekend. Don't worry, Ichi."
"T-That was not the deal!" Ryota objected, strongly displaying his opinion on the other outfits.
"No? I said I'd wear your princess costume, and I will. In return, you'll dress up, too. But it's perfectly fine if you don't want to wear a costume. In return, I'll just have to forgo the princess idea."
Ryota felt a chill down his back, looking back to find Takuya and Orion both giving him detrimentally harsh stares. He was well aware they were threatening him to try and refuse her offer, both of them obsessed with the idea of her being a princess, one for more obvious reasons. And though neither Akari nor Kazuki were giving him such intense glares, the latter actually smiling nonthreateningly, he knew they were just as volatile as the other two. So, with a huff, he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'll do it. I just have issues with the skin the others will show. Is there any way to remedy that?"
"We'll figure something out on our end," Yamato nodded, ignoring the blonde behind him who attempted to press his buttons repeatedly.
"Leggings would go well with this," Ichiro smiled, "It'll be a little cold, anyway, so there's nothing wrong with covering up just a bit."
"No, hold up!" the pink-haired male growled, "I don't get your deal with covering these! It'll be dark anyway, so no one'll have a good view of any skin! Why can't she wear them as is?!"
Glaring at the younger male, most of the others dared him to argue further, causing him to shrink behind Takuya. It wasn't about her having to be in a modest and ladylike outfit. In fact, most everyone disliked such a style - aside from Ryota and Takuya - and would have preferred her to be more comfortable than proper. For some, it was more of the fact that it would be cold at night and less clothing gave her a chance to get sick. However, that was mostly just Haru. It was most everyone else's beliefs that, even if it was dark, she could still be gawked at. Being protective was a defining trait for most. If not, it was possessiveness that prompted such a thing.
"So, shall we go trick or treating?" Ryota chuckled, holding up the girl's favorite candy, "I'll give you plenty of treats."
"Or would you prefer some tricks?"