Disclaimer: I'm not Miss Watase! Fy do not belong to me!
I figured that since there is one about Seiryu, it is not fair if Suzaku does not have one either! I also wanted to do a humour fic anyway.
Song: Break of Dawn by Michael Jackson
Being Suzaku sucks, I can tell you. I do not like being a damned god of love. Yeah, it's great pairing up people together. Yeah, it's great to make people cry. Yeah, it's great to be mentioned in wedding ceremonies. But it still sucks, because it's time. And when that Time comes, I get unhappy. Seiryu was as bad as I was.
One, I am to choose Seishi. Two, I have to choose a Miko. Three, I have to look at Taisukun's ugly face. Not that it's not fun, it really gives us something to do. But it's the eligible people who turn up for the job of Seishi and Miko that ticks me off.
I sit at the table, eating an apple. I like bird food, but I do not seem to get the supply lately. The general choosing was done by Taisukun. I have to say that for the past hundred years, her taste in Seishi isn't good. True, they are handsome, pretty and such, but…they are weirdos. I just want loyal people who would do anything for my miko. I think Taisukun is making fun of me.
I wince when I call in the first one. "Name?"
I get no answer. And I did not see anyone either.
"Helloo, I called for the first entrant." I leaned forward, stretching as far as I could. Then, I heard a bump.
A little boy looked up from a book, only after bumping his head when he ran into my table. The Judge's table. He was only around ten to thirteen, pink hair tied up into a short ponytail. The book he was holding is about "Advanced Calculus". I hate books like these.
"Why do you want to be a Suzaku Seishi?" I asked.
"Do you want me to join the Seiryu Seishi? Are you rejecting me? Do you hate me?" the boy asked, eyes wide and I can see he is trying not to cry. Honestly, the boy lacked self-confidence. I offered the rest of my apple to him to appease him.
Presently, he was kicking his legs nervously, while sitting on a bench. He hadn't answered my question yet. I decided not to traumatize the boy any further. I was about to reject him when he said, "I want to be a Suzaku Seishi because…I want to know a lot more about the world…I want to have friends…the miko will be my friend…will she?"
I am so relieved that he answered that I said, "She will, of course. She will."
The boy had to be in my team. His knowledge will be useful to the group. I will increase his knowledge and make him the cleverest in all the other Seishi. Of course, I can only increase if he had the talent to begin with.
"You are accepted. I will give you a symbol later. You will place it on the place you think it's best. Come here."
The boy made his way towards me. I concentrated…until Taisukun popped up and scared me. Now the boy is impaired. He could not control his knowledge anymore. "Damn you Taisukun!"
I quickly fixed the problem. However, the boy will only get to use his powers fully when he reached the acceptable age of sixteen. Sighs, what a waste.
I took an aspirin and slept. Tomorrow, I am going to take a break with Seiryu. Maybe a few quarrels would be good.
-
I decided to abolish the whole thing. Not exactly the whole thing, but the Seishi Choosing Event. It was getting on my nerves. The Seishis chosen would be reincarnated over and over again when the chosen Miko is born, until her death. Then we go through another Miko choosing again. It's much less stressful. Taisukun will not be happy. That's why I did it.
Why did she not let the Nyan Nyans heal her face? I gave them to her myself. Maybe she wants more Nyan Nyans to add to her collection, so she continued to traumatize me with her face.
I told the other gods and Taisukun. They were all happy, with the exception of the Taisukuns. I had to prevent myself from crying when they all cried. I am so full of emotions some times.
"What if I don't like the Seishi?" one of them wailed.
"Live with it." Seiryu said. For once, I am glad he was there.
-
I stationed myself at the table. I promised myself no more sloppy choosing, as this combination of souls will be reincarnated forever until the end of time. Anyway, after the book-boy, I saw a lot of people, but none had any exceptional talents. They are all freaks anyway. It just goes to say what a sadist MY Taisukun is.
I was about to bring in another one of the applicants when Seiryu burst into my room. "Roasted Chicken, you've got to help me!"
"Chilled Worm, what's wrong? And I am not Roasted Chicken!" I said. I turned to the door. "Oh."
I turned to Seiryu. "You are going to accept him?"
"NO WAY, ROASTED CHICKEN!"
There, standing there, was the child of hell. I grimaced at the evil radiating off him. "What's wrong with him, Cold Popsicle? He is very evil and good. You are the god of war, not love…"
"HE IS FROM HELL, YOU ROASTED BIRD!"
"You are as bad as he is. Hey there, you are accepted. Welcome to the Seiryu Celestial Warriors."
The boy floating in thin air blinked. Apparently, he hadn't expected to be accepted. "Really, Seiryu? You don't mind? I want to kill off the people who stand in my way!" he said, with enthusiasm. Woah, this is too much. No wonder Seiryu is scared.
"YOU IDIOTIC ROASTED BIRD! I WILL REMEMBER THIS!"
I remember I had done him a favour. That person is really ideal for war. As a plus, he can overtake other children's bodies…I find myself thinking worse than Seiryu. Maybe I will make a better Seiryu…
I have to worry for my book-boy, whom I named Chiriko. It won't do to let that demon overtake my boy. I figured that Chiriko would think of a counterattack when the time comes. He is clever, anyway.
-
I asked an entrant in.
A wine coloured haired woman glanced in. "I want to be a Suzaku Seishi."
"Why?"
"I heard that they are all handsome. I could not wait!"
I buried my face in my hands. "Ask Seiryu. His choice of Seishi is a bit…off, but still acceptable. He likes sex as much as you do."
-
I had offered to do Seiryu's love life.
His Seishi's love life, I mean.
And I am going to make everything tangled up, I swear.
-
I sat in the same table, bored as usual, shooing everyone unacceptable.
Just then, the door swung open to reveal the prettiest woman I've ever seen. Her beauty is nearly enough to make me drool. But I have to remind myself that I am a god.
The purple haired woman had closed the door hastily. I wondered why.
My answer came immediately. The banging on the door shocked me to no end. She wiped her sweat and grinned sheepishly. "They are my suitors," she explained.
"Name?"
"I've a lot of names."
I have to slaughter Taisukun for making me sit through this.
"The one you like most."
"Oh? I go by Nuriko."