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Shuichiella: What a Ball! The Party Isn't Bad Either ^_-

“Presenting Lady Rage,” announced the page, reading from a scroll, “hailing from the Kingdom, Pandamonium.”

Prince Eiri yawned, slouching on his throne, smoking his pipe. “Aren’t you that crazy wench I had burnt at the stake last month for organizing a bonfire of my literary works?”

Lady Rage presented a canon, grinning. “Ha! You’ll never defeat me!” Lady Rage lit the canon, covering her ears.

Acclaimed actress, Judy Winchester, threw a goblet of water over the canon’s fuse. “Rage dear, what did we say about trying to off the royals?”

“Uh…”

“To do it in secret so no one can trace it back to you!” Judy turned to the royal family, “I’m terribly sorry for my friend, we’ll pick this up later.”

“Whatever,” yawned Prince Eiri.

Princess Ayaka stepped up, curtsying kindly to the Prince and his family. “Presenting Princess Ayaka, heiress for the throne of Ryuganji.”

The princess raised her head high. Something seemed a little…different…about her. Prince Eiri and Prince Tatsuha stared at each other and then at her chest. It’d tripled in size!

“Your highness, it is a pleasure to be in your company again,” greeted Princess Ayaka, smirking to herself at their obvious fascination with her enlarged chest. ‘Call my rack miniature will they?’

The Prince tapped his pipe, “Ayaka, you’re looking rather…healthy.”

“And your chest is enormous!” Drooled Prince Tatsuha. Princess Mika promptly slapped her brother.

“I implore you once again to accept me as your bride…please.”

Prince Eiri rubbed his chin in consideration, “Hmm, nah. I’ll join you for a coffee in a closet later on if you’d like.”

Princess Ayaka shrieked, her insides exploded, transforming her into a frog. “Curses! Why oh why did I make that contract with the wizard Tohma?! Way to go Eiri, now I’m a freakin’ frog!” The angry frog princess hopped away, grumbling to herself.

It was hopeless. The prince wasn’t interested in any of the women presented to him during the evening. Perhaps the rumours of the prince’s…interests…had some truth to them. He did enjoy musical theatre and had great fashion sense after all. On top of that, Prince Eiri’s mood had been dampened thanks to the crusty lyrics of hired band, Bad Luck. All hope was lost.

“I knew we shouldn’t have reused Shuichiella’s lyrics,” sighed Hiroshi, stroking his lute.

Suguru slammed the piano keys angrily, “We didn’t have enough time! Blame management!” The musician suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg; he looked down to see an arrow buried into his flesh. “Oh…I suddenly feel…faint…” He keeled over. K aimed his crossbow at Hiroshi menacingly; he didn’t want to be next!

“Forget this,” spat Prince Eiri, “I’m gonna drink a bucket of ale and sleep off this weak night.”

Just then, the hall doors burst open. Trumpets blew, and guests huddled together from the cold of the open door. A young man wearing a mask and barely any clothing bounded into the party. “Are we all ready to party down?!”

The boy in the shiny spandex leapt on stage, booting Hiroshi and the pass out Suguru off. He motioned for the band to play. The party swang and partied hardy as he shook his tight tush, singing his heart out.

Prince Tatsuha licked his lips, “He reminds me of that sexy beast, Ryuichi Sakuma. His crotch looks delicious.”

“Oh, everyone reminds you of Ryuichi Sakuma!” His brother rolled his eyes. Still…the young singer on stage did have a delightful pair of tight hotpants on. You could see everything.

Prince Eiri felt his royal jewels tingling. Perhaps that nap could be postponed.

Mr. K growled at the mysterious singer for taking the prince’s attention away from Bad Luck. Curse him for ruining their big comeback! Grinning, he aimed his crossbow from a distance.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” warned a man from the shadows. “It wouldn’t be good publicity for your band.”

“The wizard Tohma?”

“Prince Eiri is finally smiling, his happiness tonight is important to me.”

“Oh? You’re threatening ME if I assassinate that clown on stage?”

The smartly dressed wizard stepped out of the shadows, casually smiling. “Oh no, just for the party. You’re more than welcome to do away with him afterwards. We can’t have him making the prince TOO happy, now can we? And if you don’t I have a coach lined up to push that mysterious singer infront of.”

~@~

Shuichiella finished his set on stage. “Thank-you and goodnight!” He merrily skipped to the buffet table and began picking large morsels of food. There sure was a vast selection of food; the rich sure knew how to chuck a shindig! Shuichiella sat down and began to stuff his face with food. He was so wrapped up in his hogging down he didn’t notice Prince Eiri sauntering beside him.

Prince Eiri peered down at the gluttonous singer stuffing large wads of food into his mouth, almost vacuum-like. His groin ached at the mechanics of the boy’s mouth.

“On behalf of the Uesugi royal family I thank you for your energetic performance on stage,” the Crown Prince humbly thanked. But the singer ignored him, preferring to indulge his appetite. “Hey!” Prince Eiri ripped a ham leg from the singer’s mouth.

“I was gnawing on that!” He pouted, waving his arms out pathetically for it. “Who do you think you are?!”

“Prince Eiri you uneducated dimwit!” Growled the prince, thrashing the ham over Shuichiella’s tender head.

Shuichiella rubbed his aching head, staring up at the handsome prince, wide-eyed. “Oh, nice to meet ya!” He returned to his feeding frenzy.

The prince growled, hitting him again. “You’re supposed to be in awe! You’re a peasant; I’m a prince! You’re a terrible writer; I’m a treasured talent! And so on and so forth – GET IT?!” Frustrated, Prince Eiri took deep puffs of his pipe.

Aghast, the fruity singer leapt to his glass-clad feet, waving a finger in the prince’s sour face. “HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A TERRIBLE WRITER, MY WORK IS CRITICALLY ACLAIMED!”

“By who?”

“THAT GUILD MY MANAGER PAID OFF!”

Prince Eiri was going to respond to the singer when his father approached him. “Son, quit fraternizing with the entertainment and find a broad to hook up with! Time is running out you lazy good for nothing! I have half a mind to have you turned into a toadstool and give the kingdom to Tatsuha!” The King stormed away.

The prince turned to the singer, blowing out a puff of smoke. “So…wanna see my dad’s chamber? We can dance all night in his bed if you like.”

Shuichiella cocked his head in confusion, “Won’t it be awkward dancing on a bed? Can you even hear the band from there?”

He really was an idiot. Prince Eiri took his hand and led him up the stairs. Shuichiella gasped when the prince threw him into the King’s chamber and slammed the door shut. He wasn’t even allowed to take any food with him!

~@~

Surrounded by plates of food, Princess Ayaka ate what she could find, licking in passing flies every now and then. Life was so unfair.

“This sucks,” sighed a young man beside her. “All I wanted was to be a famous lute player and score with hot wenches.”

Princess Ayaka rolled her large eyes, big deal; at least he wasn’t a frog. “You’ll live.”

Hiroshi sniffled, “So your highness, if you’re kissed will you change back into a human?”

“No, that would have cost extra.”

“I see…” she was a rather attractive frog, though that could have been the ale talking. “Would you like to join me in my coach for coffee?”

Princess Ayaka frowned, “Sure, anything to get my mind off my horrid fate.”

~@~

Shuichiella sprawled over the King’s bed, puffing and panting. “Wow…eight times!”

Prince Eiri took a puff of his pipe, pleased with his vigour and the various stains covering his dad’s favourite quilt set. “Like to make it make it a ninth? We have all night to dance away.”

As the two locked into each other’s arms again, Shuichiella could hear the chiming of the castle clock. Hadn’t the shiny, shiny bunny Senpai mentioned something about getting home before midnight? Bah, he’s not his mother!

“Kumagorou Beam!” Shuichiella’s eyes circled dizzily. A Kouhai should always listen to their Senpai!

Shuichiella pushed the prince off of him. He jumped out of bed and gathered the meagre clothes he was given, slipping them on in a frenzy.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Demanded the prince.

There was no time! Shuichiella kissed his prince and ran from the room, hopping as he slipped his glass sneakers on. As he went to slip the other on, he lost his foot, tripping down the stairwell, landing by the door. Dazed, the singer ran for his life, accidentally leaving behind one of his glass sneakers.

“What was that all about?” wondered Noriko, the Sugarplum Fairy.

Prince Eiri raced down the stairs, wrapped in a bed sheet. The guests all cringed, oh great, ANOTHER sex scandal within the royal family. Prince Eiri knelt down and picked up the glass sneaker, he clasped it with both hands, the sheet falling down.

“God that boy was a hot fuck, I must do him again!” Declared Prince Eiri.

Prince Tatsuha giddily pointed at his brother’s still erect princehood. “Eiri, I can see your doodle!”

Onto: Warts and Ruffles