God Save the King, Seven of Ten
Disclaimer: Daikenja isn't mine! Runs away to cry in the Corner of Woe."I'm sorry, Daikenja."
Murata nodded. "I forgive you, my friend."
"Now, should I give you your gift right now, or later?" Shin'o grinned.
Murata looked the man over suspiciously. "It isn't Yosak in drag, is it?"
"No, no, better! A sheep in drag!" Shin'o giggled.
Murata pressed his hand to his forehead. "Why did I join him in the first place? I could have slapped that hand away and continued reading my book in peace, happily ignorant of Shin'o's cruel streak."
"But you forget that it was you slapping my left cheek that resulted in that crazy tradition! By that, we should be happily engaged like Yuuri and that blond kid!"
"Never in all my lives have I met a more idiotic person!" Murata jumped to his feet. "What makes you think I'm into guys? Just because I let you sleep in my bed that one time doesn't mean that I'm into guys! Girls, Shin'o! Girls! I like girls!"
"You know, if you weren't so passionate that you like girls, I would think that you have some secret crush on me going on in the background." Shin'o stuck out his tongue, hiding a grin.
"GIRLS! Hot ones! Ones that come to the beach not to swim, but to sunbathe for the enjoyment of men like me!" Murata yelled, pulling out his hair as he ran around the chamber.
"So, Ulrike," Yuuri, who had been standing in the doorway watching his friend and Shin'o argue. "Do you understand what is going on between them?"
"Shin'o heika likes to pull pranks on Daikenja." Ulrike replied. "I would think that it has something to do with that."
"It looks more like what I was doing when I found out that I was engaged to Wolfram," Yuuri muttered to himself as Murata suddenly stopped and yelled, "GIRLS!"
"Maybe it is some sort of sublime communication that only they know the meaning of," Yuuri chuckled nervously.
"Come now, Daikenja! Did I not hear you say that boys have all the fun?" Shin'o asked, an evil grin on his face.
"Blonds! Blonds have all the fun!" As soon as Murata said those words, he clamped his hands over his mouth, his eyes bugging out of his head.
"Exactally. Since I am blond, I clearly have more fun than you and thus, you should stay with me, Daikenja! What about the knife you threw at me during that wedding banquet that started the traditions surrounding the knife? What about when one in a love triangle picks up a spork? All because you either threw the eating utensil at me or ruled that the use of some other person justified that meaning? Answer me, Daikenja!" Shin'o yelled.
"I think this is going to take a while." Yuuri muttered. "Maybe we should just leave them in peace?"
"I think that it would be a good idea." Ulrike nodded, pulling the door closed, the room's inhabitance not noticing that their audience had left.
"I think that you are just digging up ancient history!" Murata yelled.
"Isn't that what you and I are, Strategist? Ancient history?" Shin'o tipped his head to the side before going to his old friend. "Daikenja," he said softly as he placed his hand on Murata's shoulder. "You have always been there for me, even when I did stupid things; you were always my voice of reason. Even if you wear a different body, I still see my old friend, hidden in those dark eyes that always see more than is good for them. That is why I give you my permission to go and find a girl!" Shin'o dramatically threw his head to the side, raising his hand and placing it over his heart. "Go; return only after you have accomplished the goal I sent you on."
Murata stared at his friend for a long moment. "You do know that I am only sixteen."
"For the thousandth time!" Shin'o cried. "Plus, you are an adult again by Shin Makoku standards. You can't tell me that you forced me to listen to you complain about how you like girls and you don't have one in mind!" Shin'o yelled. "Then I will choose for you! Cecilie von Spitzberg!"
