Pillow Talk is Seriously Overrated

After the unsatisfying end result of their previous activity, the clansmen all tried to forget about the game by washing it away with booze and food.

It was their final meal together, and they wanted to enjoy it to its fullest extent. All the players that had been knocked unconscious were awoken by the pleasant aroma coming from the cooking station. The weather was absolutely perfect, and the sky began to turn bright colors of orange, red, purple, and gold.

"Hey everyone! Let's hurry up and take this picture before the sun goes down! Look this way!" Kukuri shouted as she set up her camera timer. All three clans stood together, laughing happily and making goofy poses.

As the timer ticked down to the last three seconds, Yukizome shouted cheerfully, "Okay everyone! Say cheese!"

"CHEESE!" they all called out in unison.

The sun continued to set until the night sky was filled by stars and moonlight. The last event that the owner had prepared for the clansmen were fireworks. A large crate was brought over to the camp site, filled with every kind of firework possible.

While the staff members were doing the set up, Yata suddenly felt a hand wrap around his waist and pull him.

"Huh?" The crow turned to his side and saw Fushimi standing beside him with a grin on his face. Although they spent most of the day together, it was always with other people around them. They were so busy doing activities that they didn't have a moment to talk to each other alone. In fact, the Red clansman hadn't even mentioned anything about the night before since he was up this morning.

"Hey…Misaki?"

"Mmmm? What is it, Saru?"

"You and I haven't talked since last night."

"Haaa? What are you talking about? We've been talking all day today!" The Red clansman looked confused.

"No, that's not what I meant. We haven't talked about us since you and I had sex last night."

Misaki's eyes bulged as he heard the straight-forward words coming from the monkey's mouth. "Saru! What are you doing saying it out loud like that!" Misaki hissed.

"What? It's the truth though." A smirk appeared on the blue-haired man's face. "You were really cute last night, Misaki."

As much as Saruhiko wanted to flirt and talk about the amazing time they had together last night, Misaki was too shy to talk about that sort of thing in public like that—especially with people he knew around him. "Sa…Saru! Stop that, what if other people find out!? That's embarrassing! I don't know what I would do if Mikoto-san found out. Saru, don't tell Mikoto-san about any of this."

Something within Fushimi finally had snapped. Yata had so carelessly spoken the one name that the blue-eyed man hated more than anything else. He began to shake, trying to prevent himself from exploding in a fiery rage.

Surprisingly enough, the air became light again and a smile appeared on Saruhuko's lips. The taller man suddenly pulled Yata to his chest with one arm, and he grabbed some fireworks in the other.

"Eh!? Saru? What are you—"

"Hey, worthless scum. Shut up and listen to me," Saruhiko yelled out loud enough to gain the attention of all the clansmen.

Everyone—surprised at Fushimi's outburst, all stopped what they were doing to look at the two standing in front of them. Yata was too shocked to even speak at this point. His face went ghastly pale.

"Misaki is mine, so keep your disgusting hands off of him."

"W-w-w-what the hell do you think you're doing, Saru!?"

Saruhiko quickly leaned in and kissed the crow firmly on his pink lips. A sadistic, evil grin suddenly appeared on his face as he turned to the crowd and said, "I banged him so hard last night, I made him see this all night long."

Fushimi quickly sparked fire from his fingers as he lit up the fireworks in his hand and let them shoot off into the sky. As the fireworks lit the dark with a rainbow of colors, Yata's face began to match some of the brightest reds that filled the twilight.

Misaki instantly shoved the Blue clansman away from him as he screamed, "WAHHHHH! W-W-WHAT ARE YOU SAYING, YOU IDIOT!"

There was a chorus of voices yelling or talking at once. Fushimi's subordinates, who were desperately trying to pretend that it was all just a dream—rather a nightmare, of some sort, began to cry or wretch in agony.

"Noooooo! I don't want to hear this; I don't want to hear this! This never happened!" Domyouji shouted out as he put his hands over his ears and shook his head.

"Fushimi-san is asexual. Fushimi-san is asexual. Fushimi-san is asexual." Akiyama, who was in denial, repeated these words like a robot that could only say one line.

"So wait…does that make the Chihuahua a non-virgin now?" Eric sneered.

"Naw, 'cause it's obvious that Yata was the bottom." Chitose began to laugh out.

"How shameless, Blue clansman! How dare you openly state such an indecent thing in front of women and children," Kuro said in absolute disgust.

"…What does he mean by 'banged him'?" Anna asked, confused by what came from the Scepter 4 officer's mouth.

"AHHHH! NO ANNA! DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN!" Kanamoto was frantically waving his arms in the air in front of her.

Kukuri, Neko, and Awashima all quickly surrounded the Red vanguard and began to squeal.

"Kyaaaa! Oh my god, how was it? Was it romantic!?" Kukuri asked excitedly.

"Was Fushimi any good? He doesn't seem like the type to know what he's doing." It was written all over the Heartless Woman's face that her fujoshi-mode went into overdrive.

"Neko doesn't really get it, nya, but it sounds like fun, nya!" Neko danced around the little crow in circles.

Somehow Misaki had been accepted as one of the girls, and they immediately wanted to have a girl-to-girl bonding chitchat about his night of passion and lust. He was already in a state of disarray as it was, but this just added icing to the cake. Unable to handle being surrounded by so many women, Yata fell to the ground, covering his face as he began to sweat profusely. "Wahhhhhh! G-g-g-get away from m-m-m-me!"

The three girls said in unison, "Misaki, we want to know the details!"

The Red clansman's life was already over as he knew it. He would never be able to live down this day. Utterly humiliated, he saw himself descending into a pit to Hell...Well, at least if he was going to fall, he would take a certain idiotic bastard down with him.

"…Saru…"

"What is it, Misaki?" Fushimi smirked, not an ounce of regret was seen in his eyes.

"I'M GOING TO KICK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! PREPARE TO DIE, SHITTY MONKEY!" Yata was completely blinded by rage. His flaming aura began to swirl so large and out of control, he did not realize that he ignited the entire box of fireworks nearby.

Everyone started to shriek in terror as they tried to dodge the fireworks and the flaming fuchsia tornado around them.

Away from this mess sat the three Kings together—calm and relaxed. Sake cups in hand, they watched as the magnificent display of colors lit up in front of them.

"What a wonderful demonstration of camaraderie. I can most definitely say that this trip has been successful for Scepter 4, as it strengthened our bonds with our fellow man." Munakata nodded in approval.

"Really? I think this is too noisy. I just want to go back home and sleep." Mikoto stared blankly at the starlit sky.

"Well, I guess everything worked out in the end, right? Everyone seems to be happy…sort of." Shiro could see Yatogami and Fushimi locked in a stare down, as they both were in battle stance.

Misaki eventually was tackled and tied up by Kusanagi in order to prevent him from setting the entire mountainside on fire.

As the three watched their fellow clansmen running around, screaming and laughing with each other, they couldn't help but to smile. They knew that in Shizume City, they were all mortal enemies, but in this little inn, the colors blended together as one.

"I propose that we should engage in further activities such as this together sometime in the future," Reisi stated.

Whether or not this would actually happen again…one may never know.

END