Chapter 8:
Shrinking into human form (which was remarkably handsome one must add), Kazeryuu beamed. "I'm glad you enjoyed my performance." His miko blushed and sighed blissfully, while Filia rolled her eyes in the background.
Lina coughed and attempted a smile towards to the Wind Dragon. "Kazeryuu sama, please instruct us as to where we can find the next…" Another cough, with the smile still amazingly plastered across her face. "…Dragon God."
Ceipheed's Knight flashed a stern glare at the bandit killer.
Failing totally to grasp Lina's implication of the slight pause, the Wind Dragon scratched his head, an extremely similar action to that of…
Gourry scratched his head, turning to the fiery-haired Karyuuou. "What's going on?"
"Are you asking me?"
"Was that what I was doing? Thanks, I forgot."
"My pleasure."
"Um…what was I asking again?"
"Are you asking me?"
In order not to catch the rapid disease of complete stupidity, the group took three large steps forward to avoid the two.
Meanwhile, the Fire Dragon's miko resisted a sob of despair, as the great Kazeryuu raised both arms and shrugged his shoulders. "I have absolutely no idea whatsoever…speaking of which, HELLO KARYUU!"
Karyuuou smiled in return. An enraged squeak sounded from within Luna's shirt. The Knight of Ceipheed grimaced.
"You greet that fire idiot, and you don't greet ME?!"
Throwing glances around the area, Kazeryuu's beautiful golden eyes blinked a few times in bewilderment. Everyone sprouted sweatdrops as the melodramatic Dragon God went into hysterics about hallucinations and hearing voices. His miko stood at the side, gasping in horror, with Filia staring at the former's God rather incredulously. Just as he was about to complete his act with a neat collapse to the ground, he felt a tiny tap upon his head.
"Who's that?"
"MORON!"
The Trickster Priest gave vent to another bout of laughter as Mokuryuu aimed another puny kick upon his Dragon colleague's thick head. The Wind Dragon took a single look at Mokuryuu, his eyes widening.
"Who are you?"
In a fabulously calm manner, the Knight of Ceipheed picked up the Wood Dragon (who was currently having a spasm from a heart attack) and gave a solemn reply. "Kazeryuu san…this is Mokuryuu san."
Kazeryuu's eyebrows shot up in shock. Before he began pacing around in circles, bemoaning the fate of the group and prophesising great doom upon them all, having only a twig as one of the Dragon Gods.
"I happen to be the twig, idiot! I'm the only twig who talks, thinks and moves!"
"The fact remains that you're a twig! I can pick you up, bend you-" Crack.
"JUST HOW THICK IS THAT EMPTY SKULL OF YOURS?!"
"What's a skull?"
Watching the two Dragon Gods, Amelia wailed buckets of tears on how justice was mocking them, while the cursed youth considered the consequences if he chopped the Princess's head off with a clean swipe.
The hilarious scene was viewed with utter seriousness with the help of a single polished crystal ball. The Supreme King released a snort of contempt. These were the Dragon Gods they were commanded to battle with? Brainless twits they were. With the two tides of Mazokus and Gods clashing upon each other, it was obvious as to which tide would push the other aside and ultimately crush it.
Suddenly, a pair of delicate well-shaped arms wrapped round his neck, a hand gently caressing his chest. Dynast's silver eyes narrowed.
"Dynast sweetheart…surely you know better than to underestimate your foe. After all…" the hand never stopped its caress. "Appearances can be deceiving…"
Closing his eyes, the Supreme King smirked. "Your appearance, if you will forgive my…impudence, does all the deceiving for you." Another silky hand joined the first in its caress. Dynast could feel a warm breath upon his neck.
"How true, Dynast…how true indeed…perhaps I should give you the…deceiving you so crave…" The voice lowered in a seductive purr.
Before the Supreme King could give an answer, his general entered the room. Upon seeing the scene before her, Sherra blushed a fiery red, muttering a hasty apology.
"What is it this time," the silver-haired Mazoku Lord snapped at his quivering general.
Sherra bowed. "The…the Lord Shaburanigdo has commanded me to pass this message. 'It is time'."
Slowly and almost reluctantly, the pair of arms slid off Dynast's neck. As the door closed, the handsome Mazoku Lord glanced towards the crystal ball, his smirk widening.
Have fun while you still can, my friends. Have fun while you still can.
