Name: Naughty
Ratting: M (Because Murata is a perver!)
Comment: I made some changes to this drabble because it was too short.
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"He's trying to seduce you Shibuya! You know, like a temptress or one of those lose moral women."
Yuuri almost ended up spitting his drink on his best friend's face, wonder just what Murata was talking about. It was a beautiful late spring afternoon, with a nice warm and a soft chilly breeze. Both double blacks where sitting in a fast-food restaurant having burgers and fries, having gotten out of class about an hour ago. Taking that time away from family and friends gave them the chance to talk about their friends from Shin Makoku that they missed when they had to leave for longer then usual because of school entrance exams. As always Wolfram seemed to be a subject of conversation that anger Yuuri, and he just been telling Murata about his and the blonde's latest argument that had started because of Wolfram's claims that a fiance had to be present in the room while the king changed. That's when Murata's accusation had flown over the table.
"What are you talking about? Wolfram?"
"Yes, he's a naughty boy! Shibuya think: the sexy little night gown, his hips moves when he walks, he likes to sneak in your bath, a smile that could blind angels, those thin arms that always find their way around your neck, a flushed body always cuddled to yours..."
Yuuri had turned deep red as Murata went on talking about all the things he had notice Wolfram doing that showed he was trying to seduce Yuuri. The prince, according to Murata, was putting his all in getting the king to become pouty in his hand, using all his accets and putting to work what he had learned from his mother, who they both knew was a professional. Yuuri blinked as Murata went on talking about those slim hips, long legs, body like a stallion, hair like the sun, eyes like gems, a blush red like a rose and so on. Yes, according to Murata, Wolfram was the icon of beauty and was even able to heal those who where near death by ussing his beauty. The Maou frowned and glared at his best friend who went on with his speech not noticing Yuuri was no longer finding it funny, finally he could take no more.
"Stop drooling over my fiance! Wolfram isn't a naughty boy or what ever other perverted thing you wish him to be! He's my lovely, virginal, sweet, innocent and devoded fiance...MINE!" With that Yuuri stood up and stormed out of the fast food restaurnt.
"I'm a naughty boy! I'm the kind your mother loathes and your father warned you off!" Murata called after him.