The Wild One roared with laughter, throwing his head back as his mane danced about. It was such a perfect impression, that vain yet talent less "dance", along with the brainless look on "her" face. Soon he turned his expression to a dumb, glazed-over look, trying to mirror the idiot men who liked to watch her. "OH, OKUNI. Sleep with me! You untalented wench!"
"Of course! I'll sleep with aaaaanything. As long as it has a penis!" Magoichi pulled the perfect girly voice, giggling in the same promiscuous way as he did before. He then held out his arms gingerly and took about ten small steps to get off the stump, shooting Keiji an unintentional charming grin. Losing the high-pitched act and resuming his deep sarcastic tone, he said, "You gotta admit, that was a pretty good impression of her."
"Are you kiddin'? I thought it was her!" He laughed again, clapping an enormous hand on the mercenary's shoulder. It hadn't been long since they'd left--or rather, been rejected from--traveling with Okuni, who seemed to be in love with both of them until the very end. She'd run off with Goemen, though. "I still can't believe she chose that fat bastard over us."
"No shit." Magoichi smirked, throwing his musket over his shoulders. "What a blubbering idiot, not only is he really ugly but I could fight him in my sleep. He's so useless." He went cross-eyed and put on another dumb look, once again putting on the girly voice. "Goemen you're so nice and sincere and honest and ugly and fat and an imbecile!" His face wheeled teasingly around Keiji's.
Keiji's grin stretched, now assuming his role as Goemen. "Y-y-y-y-you're gorgeous! Wow! I-I-I-I-so want to f-feel you up!" His tone couldn't have been more mocking as he bent his knees and put his hands on his kneecaps to be face-to-face with him.
"Oh, kiss me, you twit!"
Gravity, irony, or dark magic must have gone into effect, because both men stumbled and fell foreword after that moment. There was nothing they could do about it. Their lips caught each other in an awkward smack, and immediately the two went wide-eyed.
Once both regained their balance, an awkward silence weighted the air as the two looked at each other. Magoichi was slightly flushed, and Keiji just looked plain disturbed.
"…Erm."
"Yeah."
"Let's pretend that never happened?"
"I like that plan."
The two stood there for a moment, not making eye contact, Magoichi rocking on the balls of his feet, arms behind his back. Just the a pretty young shrine maiden walked by, carrying a heavy bucket of water. Sweat was clinging her long black hair to her face and she looked tired. Magoichi's eyes sparked as he walked over to her, placing one hand behind her back and one on the handle of the bucket. "What's a beautiful lady like you doing carrying this all by herself? Magoichi Saika, at your service…"
They continued walking, but Keiji knew he'd be back. He sighed, shaking his head. "Dammit, Saika, why can't you be a chick…"
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