Shameless rip-off from Hannah Montanah.

What can I say? I love making fun of Judal, honestly, he's so cute. :)

I don't own magi, nor do i own Hannah Montana.


"So, uh, why are we doing this again?"

"Shush, Judal! You're gonna alert the guards!"

It was almost midnight. There weren't many stars out yet. The moon was nearly full. Almost everyone was in bed, asleep, or about to be asleep. The pair that was talking should have been no exception to this.

Yet Ren Kouha was currently sneaking inside a building, dressed in black like a ninja prepared to do battle to death.

"Seriously, though, why are we doing this?" Judal complained again. He wanted to be in bed, happily dreaming about his beloved peaches fighting each other in a wrestling match before they were inevitably eaten by him (it was his favorite dream). Plus, it was too cold outside. Yet, somehow, Kouha managed to drag him into his ridiculous schemes, which required the two of them to dress in black (which, contrary to popular belief, was not his favorite color).

"I told you, Judal," Kouha lowered his voice, "we're gonna go on top of this building, break open this bottles of spray, and repaint that disgusting image that supposed to be me on that wall, and make a quick getaway!"

…why did he let Kouha talk him into this again?

Oh, wait, it was because he promised to buy him the most expensive peach liquor there was in the world.

"Finally!" Kouha spotted the door on the top floor. "I thought we'd never get there. Hi-yah!"

-BANG!-

He proceeded to kick the door open.

"…dude, what happened to not alerting the guards?"

"Hey, it's cooler this way. Now that…" Kouha scanned his surroundings until his sharp pink eyes landed onto his target: the infamous wall that depicted the unmentionable, horrifyingly picture of Ren Kouha... in a clown outfit.

"There it is! Now let's get right down to business!" Kouha started shaking his spray paint.

"Finally!" Judal grumbled while also shaking his can of spray paint. "Now let's get this over with so I can get my beloved peach-uh, I mean, sleep!"


Thirty minutes, the two had finished the job. Kouha stepped back to admire his handiwork, while Judal tried not to laugh.

What used to be a picture of Ren Kouha dressed in a clown outfit was now shocking: bright pink hair had turned into rose-red hair. The eyes were now coated a bright amber. The skin color was still pale, only now it seemed sickly pale, and covered with little bumps, especially around the face.

Kouha's face had been replaced by his older brother: Ren Koumei.

(What, did you think Kouha would simply improve the painting by changing the outfit? Ren Kouha does not tolerate such insults!)

"Now that's way better," Kouha spoke with deep satisfaction.

Judal futilely attempted at a bit of self-control. "Can't wait to see your brothers' faces in the morning!"

"That's actually pretty good work, you two."

Judal's smile slipped off in horrified realization

"Gee, thanks!" Kouha was pleased at the compliment. "Wow, that sounds a lot like what Brother En would say."

"There's a good reason for that." A pair of large hands firmly slapped down on both Kouha and Judal's shoulders and gripped them tightly. Kouha's heart stopped for a solid tree seconds before he managed to gain the courage to glance up at his captors face, praying it was not who he thought it was.

Alas, his prayers came to no heed. For staring right back at him with deep red eyes was Kouha's beloved older brother: the infamous Ren Kouen, who, for some reason, was also dressed in black. He did not seem happy.

"So tell me," Kouen's hands squeezed their shoulders, "who came up with this clever little plan?"

Kouha sighed in defeat, and glanced away from his brother. "I'm sorry, En-nii. All this…it was…"

Judal actually pitied Kouha: After all, it wasn't everyday he disappointed Kouen, and was caught in the act of doing so-

"Judal made me do it!"

"WHAT!"

Judal was furious; how dare Ren Kouha accuse him of something he did not do. It was all his idea in the first place!

Kouha blinked at Kouen's outfit. "En-nii, why do you have a paintbrush in your left pocket?" He pulled out said brush of out Kouen's left pocket, where it had been sticking out.

Kouen didn't even blink. "Judal made me do it!"

"WHAT!"

Why was everyone blaming him for their actions?! Was the world turning against him?

Why did he even listen to Kouha in the first place? He should have just gone to sleep. He could have been with his beloved dream peaches by now!

…Was he still getting that peach liquor?


I'll let you guys decide how Koumei reacted at the painting, and who even came up with it in the first place.

See you later, all!