Here's the second, and final, chapter of this parody. At twenty pages, this parody is the longest thing I've written. Also, Kurogane's shoe size is a guess, as we had nothing but an approximate height to work with.

See previous chapter for disclaimer. I don't want to write it out again.

"Madamoiselles Mokona Modoki and… Mokona Modoki, children of Lady Yuuko Ichihara," the Harold announced as the two pork buns bounced up to the prince.

Keeping his face in its calm mask, Fai bowed as he had to all the other maidens. Although… He wasn't certain they were maidens. They were obviously not human, that was sure.

"I should give up," King Ashura muttered, sinking back into his chair.

Just then, Kurogane slammed open the doors to the ballroom. All of the noblesse gathered in the room turned to stare –rather impolitely, I may add- at the disgruntled ninja standing awkwardly in the doorframe.

"Kuro-woof-woof!" Fai exclaimed, grinning broadly. He was about to leap up, but was stopped by some one elbowing him in the ribs.

"Fai, remain in character," the Harold hissed.

"Sorry." The prince then coughed, and readjusted his face into its calm mask.

"Not him…" Kurogane groaned internally as he whacked his forehead with the heel of his palm.

Fai sauntered over towards Kurogane in long, drawn out motions, exaggerating each step as to prolong the ninja's torture, all the while a very fake expression of mild interest on his face.

"The waltz, the waltz!" King Ashura hissed, making frantic hand gesture at the maestro. Seeing his king's frantic gesturing, the maestro, Fei-Wong Reed, gave the orders to the orchestra. Sadly, Fei-Wong misinterpreted the king's requests, and everyone at the ball was stuck listening to Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries.

"No, imbecile!" Ashura practically yelled. "A waltz!"

Of course, Fei-Wong didn't hear a word of it, and the castle was forced to listen to an opera for the ten minutes of its duration. After that, some brave soul went up to the magician to inform him of the king's actual request.

Fai grinned at Kurogane and bowed slightly. "May I have this dance?" He inquired of the ninja, who had an expression of mixed horror and rage on his face.

Headless of the ninja's expression, Fai grabbed his hands and led him out onto the ball room floor. The waltz began and off they went, Fai dragging Kurogane along.

"Aha!" King Ashura exclaimed triumphantly. "How is that?"

"Very good, sire," Watanuki sighed. He was beginning to wonder what medication his king was taking behind his back. He really hoped that it was nothing illegal. So did the authors, for that matter.

"Well, when the boy proposes, give me a call," Ashura said as he strode out of the room. "I'm off to bed."

"Does that mean I can go now?" Watanuki practically begged.

"No, you stay here and tell me if anything happens. In the morning, I want an account of their every move."

And with that, the great King Ashura left, skipping and singing as he went through the halls. To the credit of the guards, they managed to keep from laughing until their king was well out of earshot.

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"Who is 'she', mother, who is 'she'?" The two Mokona asked as they danced around Yuuko, wide, near-idiotic grins on their face.

"'She' doesn't seem familiar," the white Mokona explained.

"I've never seen 'her' before!" said the other one.

"Neither have I…" admitted Yuuko. Just then, the dancing couple (we use this term loosely.) twirled by, and Yuuko got a good look at the person the prince was now dancing with. "Wait a minuet…"

The orchestra played a full minuet, and then Yuuko continued. "… She does seem familiar…"

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Fai, following the script, twirled Kurogane out on the terrace. There, they went through a whole musical interlude, eventually ending with the two sitting on a bench of white marble somewhere in the vast royal gardens.

After taking a moment to review their scripts, Kurogane stood up and yelled "Oh, hell no!"

Fai looked up, not knowing what had angered the poor cross-dresser.

"I am not- ARGGHH!!!" Kurogane couldn't go on.

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit a nearby fountain. For a few minutes after, the water shone electric blue. Some one in the sky was angry. Both men jumped and looked around. Kurogane dropped his script which fell open on the page he had been reading.

"Oh!" Fai exclaimed, reading the last sentence (which was highlighted and circled many times in red ink) on the page. He laughed out loud. Kurogane glared at the blonde prince.

Luckily, Kurogane was saved from further embarrassment by the striking of the clock; it was midnight already.

Happily, and possibly with a light blush on his face, Kurogane whipped around and gave the prince a gruff, hasty good-bye before running down the stairs at top speed.

So intent was he on running away that he barely noticed leaving behind one of the dark-glass slippers.

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At the last stoke of the castle's bell, Kurogane had just barely made it back to the mansion. The poor six stars were completely out of breath and very much needing sleep. Kamui and Subaru had faded into the shadows when the coach had returned to its pumpkin state. Kurogane's elegant dress, too, had returned to its tattered state. The only evidence of the fairy god-mother's magic was the only slipper that remained on Kurogane foot.

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At the castle, Watanuki had a dilemma. Either he wake the king and tell him the 'girl' was missing, or he wait until morning to tell him. Watanuki chose the way that would allow him to live the longest, and ran away while calling a travel agency for plane tickets to Vietnam.

Unfortunately, he never got that far. The Dragons of Heaven and the Dragons of Earth got to him before he could even see the door to the exit of the castle.

After being rudely dragged from on end of the palace to the other by fourteen annoyed people he was tossed unceremoniously into the king's chambers.

The king was fast asleep, holding his pillow and muttering incoherently about swords, trees, traitors and kingdoms with really long Hindu names. Watanuki coughed, then banged his fist against a helpfully placed table.

The King awoke with a start. He looked around for a moment, a bit disorientated, and then spotted Watanuki.

"Oho!" He cried. "Did the Prince propose?"

Watanuki looked nervously around, trying to see if there were any weapons in the immediate area that could possibly cause him harm. Seeing none he braved a sentence.

"Uh… well… no, Sire." He began, trying to find words. "'She's' um…. Disappeared."

"She what?!" raged Ashura, golden flames crackling around him.

Watanuki cowered before the king. "Please, Sire, remember your blood pressure!"

"Silence!" the king roared. If that was possible. Actually, it made a rather interesting image. To bad Watanuki was too scared out of his mind to appreciate it.

"But, but, Sire! We have here slipper! See?" Watanuki put one hand out, and in it he held the glass slipper. The other arm was covering his face.

"Well then." Ashura growled, grabbing the shoe. "We'll try this on every maiden in the kingdom! And if the shoe fits," He paused to toss it at Watanuki. "Bring her in."

Watanuki gulped and nodded before scampering out of the room like a mouse with a cat on its tail.

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And so it was, by royal proclamation that every maiden in the kingdom was to try on the slipper. To bad the only one it would fit wasn't actually a maiden.

For Kurogane life had returned to some vague shade of normal. Okay, it wasn't really normal seeing as normal to him didn't involve cross-dressing and working for Space-Time witches. That last was Fuuma's job. The first… well he didn't want to contemplate who the first's was.

"Kurogane!" Yuuko called out as she walked around. "Where are you Kurogane?"

"What do you want?!" the ninja demanded, appearing from the kitchen, once again wearing rags.

"Where are the Mokona?"

Kurogane glared. "How should I know. Go act like a normal mother and invade their privacy by going into their rooms unannounced."

"Seol, Larg!" Yuuko yelled as she entered their room, which was decorated with images of Mokona in every shade imaginable. And some that weren't.

"Get up!"

The two puff balls turned in their beds.

"I have liquor…" The manjuu sprung out of their beds faster than a jack-in-the-box.

"Liquor? Where? Where? What kind?" the demanded, looking around, even though their eyes were closed.

"Listen you two!" The witch said, throwing open the drapes that covered the large window. "The Grande Duke is coming to find the one the prince will marry. Apparently it was a girl who dropped a slipper at the ball!"

"Not us then!" Both Mokona chimed as they dived under the covers once more, which Yuuko quickly tore away.

"But it could be! Apparently the Prince doesn't even know who the girl is!" Yuuko exclaimed.

Kurogane snorted at that point, having been listening in. The 'prince' knew exactly who the 'girl' was.

"And they say that the prince will marry whoever the shoe fits!"

"Really?" both Mokona leapt out of bed upon hearing that.

In the chaos that followed, Kurogane made his way up to the nice, quiet tower that he was supposed to live in. These Mokona…

Unknown to the ninja, Yuuko was behind him, following him up the stairs. With malicious intent, of course. As soon as Kurogane got into his room (thankfully devoid of stars), Yuuko locked the door behind him. Which really didn't matter, since Kurogane practically broke down doors for a living.

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At that moment a knock sounded through the house. Watanuki had arrived to try the glass slipper on all the maidens in the household.

Yuuko answered the door, and a young boy who looked almost identical to the youth stood there, holding a trumpet. After playing a few notes that sounded like something one would hear on Remembrance Day, the youth put down his trumpet and stated:

"Announcing His Grace, Grand Duke Watanuki Kimihiro," the boy read off of a cue card.

He then stepped aside, and allowed Watanuki into the witch's mansion.

"By royal proclamation of the king," Watanuki began, and the continued on for over twelve pages. He only stopped when he realised that he was reading a text on Jiang-Si, and not the proclamation.

Three pages into the proclamation, the two Mokona began scrambling over the slipper, vocalizing their ownership of the shoe above Watanuki's voice. Watanuki, being the good duke he was, ignored them. For his part, Syaoron was fairly sure the Prince had better taste in 'girls' then that and these two fluff balls could possibly be the 'girl' the prince had danced with.

"Ahem," Watanuki coughed, finally finishing with the text. "We shall now proceed with the fitting."

The white Mokona, Seol, popped up first.

"There!" the puff-ball cried. "It fits!"

The whole room sweat-dropped, as the manjuu was actually sitting, quite comfortably, in the size eleven glass slipper.

"Um, right…" Watanuki said. "Ahem. Are there any other maidens in this house? And I mean humans, ma'am."

Just then a crash could be heard from up in the tower as Kurogane kicked open his door. He didn't actually want to go down there and try on the shoe, but he was angry with the witch for locking him in, and the door was merely in his way.

He stormed down the stairs into the parlour of the mansion where everyone stared at him for a moment.

"What?" he demanded. "I didn't like the door."

"Um… Well… I'll be off then," Watanuki and Syaoron both tried to slip out as quickly as they could.

Yuuko grabbed them and whispered something furiously into their ears.

"….Do you hear me?!" were the only words the rest of the room heard, and they were yelled at the top of Yuuko's voice.

The two boys, now temporarily deaf in one ear, scampered to do her bidding.

Syaoron dragged the still unwilling Kurogane down the stairs, as Watanuki prepared a chair. The brown-haired boy forced the ninja onto the chair, as the other youth forced the charcoal black shoe onto his foot.

It fit. Go figure.

As you can tell, the authors have already written eighteen pages of this, and their fingers are getting tired, so they will now skip to the end.

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The next day dawned bright and glorious. Wedding bells rang beneath the blue heavens as crowds gathered to watch the royal marriage.

"There's no way in Hell!" Kurogane yelled, disturbing numerous white doves that perched outside. "I'm not marrying that mage!"

Ashura glowered. "You marry him or else." He growled. Apparently, he was taking his adoptive son marrying a man fairly well.

"Or else what?" Kurogane challenged.

"The guillotine." Ashura said, menace tainting his voice.

Kurogane shuddered at the threat. The threat of guillotines would make just about anyone do just about anything. So the ninja found himself, to his great displeasure, in a fluffy white wedding gown, complete with a mound of lace.

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And so, with a great deal of threats, bribes, and more threats, Kurogane and Fai were married. As they walked down the staircase that functioned as their aisle, one of Kurogane's shoes fell off.

In what was apparently a romantic gesture, Fai stopped, and picked up the glass slipper, and slid it back onto Kurogane's foot. He then got back up, and pulled the now-somewhat unwilling Kurogane towards the carriage, which was being pulled by none other than the Six Stars.

Kurogane flopped willingly into the carriage followed quickly by Fai.

"Don't worry Kuro-puu!" Fai laughed. "It's almost over."

As the carriage pulled away from the palace Fai leaned over and gently kissed Kurogane's lips.

"What the hell was that for?!" Kurogane demanded, flustered.

"Oh, you know…" Fai smiled as he nuzzled his cheek to Kurogane's chest like an overgrown cat.

Thus, the carriage departed beneath the never ending midday sky.

And so, they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

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