Author's Section:

Heeello everybody! This is your host/creator/whatever AuraPen speaking, welcome all, to the 6 month anniversary for 'On Cray'! Everyone, please forgive moi, my head just didn't want to co-operate and just died on me for the entire week.

BUT! I have 2 things coming very soon. The third part of 'An Evening to Remember' and the next chapter of 'The Royal Pranksters 2: The Rematch'. Yes.. it'll be coming soon. So don't fret.

Characters: Blaster Blade, Knight of Rose Morgana, Little Sage Marron.

Aaand that's all from me, everybody! Sit back, relax and go grab some popcorn. Or a drink. Whatever.

Enjoy!

-AuraPen

Happy 6 month Anniversary! Thank you all who have been reading, those who have been reading from the start and those who have just stumbled across my fics just a few minutes ago. Thank you all, and enjoy!

Time Setting: 2:49PM

Setting: R-Mart clothing store.

"What kind of mission are we on, exactly?"

"It's not a 'mission', Blade. Stop treating it like one." Marron sighed, placing a hand on the knight's tensed shoulder. "There is going to be no fighting, so loosen up already."

"Then why are we here?" Blade questioned.

They were standing outside a clothing store in the kingdom. People walked in and out, with kids giving small waves to the hero of the planet. Blaster Blade waved back to the little children as they walked inside. The knight was absorbed by the kids, he almost walked right into a mirror.

"Wha- Wah?"

"Here, hold this." A hanger holding a shirt was pushed onto him and Blade stared at the clothing, confused.

"Are we going shopping?!" Blade suddenly snapped. "I don't need clothes, thank you very much!"

"I'm taking you clothes-shopping," Marron almost hissed the last word. "because everyone's quite tired of seeing you in your suit of armour everywhere."

"But I'm supposed to wear this." Blade gestured down at himself using his free hand. Marron rolled her eyes as she examined some jeans.

"Size pants?"

"I don't know!" Blade huffed. Marron rose an eyebrow and picked out a pair of jeans. Blade looked at her in confusion as she wrapped the waist part of the jeans around his neck. Nodding in satisfaction, she threw it onto him and it landed over on top of his shoulder, the hanger being pushed into his hands.

"Your body suits will get worn out quicker if you're wearing them all day, every day. You should only wear them when needed."

"But what if some sort of assault happens whilst I'm not wearing my armour?" Marron turned to him with an, 'Are you serious?' face.

"You can wear chain-mail on top."

"Oh. Right."

"Keep up." Marron stated flatly, moving off to a new section of the store.

"A-Alright!"

-Later-

"I look ridiculous." Blade's voice floated over the change-room curtain. Marron rolled her eyes.

"Just come out already with whatever you've got on!"

"No!"

"Blaster Blade…" She snapped. "As, erm, leader of this mission, I order you to step out in whatever you're wearing right now!"

A moment of silence followed.

"Alright." The curtain drew back and Blade stepped forward, hugging his arms. Marron's eyes widened and then she started laughing hysterically, attracting the attention of other people in the room.

Blaster Blade was wearing tight blue jeans with a white shirt.

"S-Stop laughing!" Blade snapped.

"Why hello, Blaster Blade."

"L-Lady Morgana?" Blaster Blade laughed nervously, fading out as Morgana eyed him, smiling to herself.

"You've got some funk going on over there." Morgana chuckled to herself. Blade followed the direction of her eyes to his backside.

"M-Morgana!" He exclaimed, embarrassed. She giggled.

"What's going on here, might I ask?"

"A clothes-shopping mission," Marron answered. "For the prince."

"Finally." Morgana whispered to her, and they both laughed to themselves. Blade rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Would you mind if I.. 'took part' in this mission as well?"

"Oh no."

"Oh yes!" Marron smiled. "Please do."

"But-" Blade was cut off midsentence by a death glare from Marron.

"Great! This mission is going to be a total success!"

Blade looked at the two women with a face of helpless despair.

-5 days later-

"Everyone be seated." Sounds of chairs scraping against the stone floor were heard as the knights and ladies sat down. King Alfred smiled, looking at all of the knights and ladies who had attended.

Until his eyes settled on his son who was a blushing mess.

"Why are you wearing some tight jeans and a t-shirt?"

Author's Ending Section:

Hm. Why is he wearing some tight jeans a t-shirt? Who knows?

Please favourite, following and review! I'll see you all soon. (I ish not gonna say very soon, because it's not going to be tomorrow. Guaranteed, nothing tomorrow.)

Until next time,

-AuraPen