Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Konami, just purely love the game!!! Lol.
What happens when Riou has to hold a banquet for all the prominent state officials after the war as a sort of…celebration? Could this banquet be everyone's last, when the cast of Suikoden II is called upon to set up and organize the event?
((A/N: I'll try to use as many characters as possible, but I don't think I can use all 108 ^_~))
((A/N: Sorry again!! This is the first fic I'm writing in a really long period of 'writer's drought' lol. I haven't written for a long time, and I'm hoping my writing hasn't changed that much! Thanks for waiting, if you were! Probably not ^_^))
It was supposed to be another normal week in the State community. The war was over. Soldiers who survived could return home to spend time with their families. Soldiers, who did not make it, were mourned. There was the occasional fire in the castle kitchen only because Nanami insisted on trying to cook. Other than that, everything was good. Another meeting was being held in the Great Hall just as always.
"Ahem, order please…" Shu said. The chatting subsided and all eyes went to the front. Riou stepped forward.
"Everyone…we begin yet another day without the threat of war. Look how far we've come…" the clapping began. A shout came from the back of the room.
"PARTY!!!" the voice was unmistakable. It was Viktor's, of course. Flik snickered.
"Any excuse getting drunk, right buddy?"
"Hey, I'm not the one who passed out the last time we had a drinking game," Viktor shot back.
"I was younger then."
"Naïve?"
"Shut up Viktor." Riou shook his head.
"Well, in a more refined manner, I was thinking of something like a banquet, and invite all the prominent State leaders," Riou proposed. All fell silent for a few minutes.
"A…banquet?" Viktor croaked. Perhaps it was too refined for his ways.
"If we're not invited, don't use your 'good trick' again," Flik teased. ((A/N: Inside-game quote, had to use that)) Viktor resumed pouting.
"A banquet, sounds elegant," Miklotov commented. Camus nodded. Refined knights of Matilda would appreciate the delicacy of a banquet, or would they?
"But milord, who will organize this banquet?" he asked. Camus had asked the question of unquestionable doom.
"Uhh…" Riou paused, looking for a fast, but suitable answer.
"Who is it?" Shu asked.
"Uhh…us?" Riou replied hopefully. You could hear Klaus slap his head in the background. Shu let out a groan.
"What…?" Luc asked, not quite understanding the statement. Or maybe it was because he didn't want to believe the statement. Being a student of Leknaat, perhaps he could see the future, or possibly predict it? Anyone could see this end result coming.
"I'm helping with the cooking!" Nanami exclaimed. Hai-Yo passed out in the back of the room.
"I'll work on the invitations," Klaus volunteered.
"I'll help!" Sierra added.
"No, no…nevermind…I DON'T want to do the invitations anymore."
"Me neither! I'll do anything Klaus does!" Klaus was beginning to get desperate.
"Okay…I'll be choosing your positions in this operation based on your abilities. I'll figure it out tonight. Look for the postings in the morning outside the Great Hall door," Riou concluded. Everyone nodded in agreement. "On that note, meeting dismissed." Everyone filed out of the room. Riou retreated to his quarters to begin out the placement of the people in the castle. This had to take careful consideration. For one, you never put Viktor in charge of the drinks. He'd probably drink them all before it started. And never make Luc do social work, the group would never get really far.
((A/N: review please! Anything good and constructive welcomed! No flaming please, because that just wouldn't help my story, but 'constructive criticism is welcome….boy I love that word, lol.))