Had Shiki fallen in love? That, she could not say. Though she had plenty of time to contemplate over said problem after her bodyguard, Tenho, had taken her back to the castle before she could wake. After arising from her pink canopy bed, Shiki felt refreshed, renewed, slightly cleared of mind, though she didn't know that was caused from the release of pent up sexual frustration. Unfortunately, she could not remember why she had passed out, or why the area behind her dresser looked quite burned. Regardless, Shiki had felt in the best of moods she had ever felt since she first heard her mother's and father's comedy routine. To her, it was the greatest creation of mankind, that shitty comedy routine.

Shiki had chosen her outfit very wisely that day, as she prepared to head back down to the tacky tailor-shop and "shop." However, it wouldn't have mattered because all of her expensive silk clothing was the same puke green and dirty magenta. However, she loved them all. No one is immune to the comedy routine.

Though she was filled to the brim with overwhelming confidence, Shiki decided to visit her peasant friend, Eri. Eri was a very beautiful young woman, polite and mature as well. However, due to Shiki's massive jealous streak, she forced Eri to wear glasses that cover half her fair face and replaced all her clothes with oversized dreary sweaters and brown skirts. Regardless, Eri still looked much hotter than Shiki, but she would never admit to such tom-foolery. Anyway, Shiki had told Eri about the marvelous knight who couldn't shop. She described every last detail, from his over-worked hair to his over-sized shoes, from his concentrating glare at shorts to what she vividly imaged how tall his deck of cards would be. She was suddenly reminded of her burnt dresser, but brushed it off with ease. Shiki, of course, excluded the part of her faux pas, mostly for dramatic story-telling effect, not because it would be totally lame to tell anyone that she had not touched anything behind the dresser in weeks.

Shiki left Eri's alleyway/place of residence in a grandiose fashion, mildly attempting to flip her tight green skirt and failing miserably. She returned to what might as well be known as her second home, the tacky tailor shop with an even tackier name. A bright smile full of innuendo spread across her pale cheeks as she looked through the window of the shop.

And behold! Who would be that light haired wizard speaking to her lovely knight in violet? Shiki glared at the mage, her fists flexing in a very unladylike manner. The wizard had laughed. The knight laughed back. Shiki punched the window, which attracted more than just the attention of the two. Shiki had no choice but to abscond, retreating back to the palace. Her mind raced with more than just a friendly conversation between the wizard and the knight, thoughts which made her go wild with excitement and despair simultaneously. Of course she cared for the knight more than her smut pulp, but the thought refused to leave her head. No, no, Shiki then replaced it with the pure simplicity of Naruto yaoi, which was readily available in Shibuya due to high demand. This calmed her down and a couple complicated feelings arose, that of which she decided to ignore.

Shiki did not know this wizard, nor did she care to know this wizard. All Shiki knew was that the wizard needed to be gone, right after he gets beat into a pulpy pulp for laying his hands on something, no matter how imaginary, already claimed with magic marker.