[FIC] Genjuu no Seiza
Title: Ten Good Reasons Not To Become The Holy King of Dhalashar (by Kamishina Fuuto)
Fandom: Genjuu no Seiza
Pairing: N/A (... blink and you'll miss it Fuuto/Mayu and Fuuto/Atisha?!)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1129 words



1. Vegetarian food. ENOUGH SAID.

"WOOHOO! Chinese takeout night, Chinese takeout night!" Fuuto enthused, cheerfully sauntering into the Ichijou Manor. Hanuman and Genro followed dutifully after him, each lugging several plastic bags full of styrofoam takeout containers. Hanuman's bag, which he carried on his head, was almost as big as the monkey himself. Even Garuda was flying slightly haphazardly, a smaller bag full of fortune cookies clutched in his talons.

Professor Ichijou smiled gratefully. "Ah, Fuuto-kun, thanks for picking it up for me. You can set it down over here, everyone," he said, gesturing at a slightly rickety-looking table.

"Let's see..." Fuuto muttered, picking through the takeout containers and squinting at the near-illegible writing on their greasy surfaces. "Uh... Cashew Chicken for the Professor, potstickers for Hanuman... Mayu, I think this one's yours. Oh, here's mine!"

Mayu looked up from her serious attempt to split her disposable chopsticks directly down the middle. "Fuuto, what did you order?"

A wide grin split Fuuto's features. "Chicken lomein with extra chicken! My favorite."

Genro gave a snicker of laugher at Garuda's horrified look, but Fuuto remained oblivious.

2. No cable TV. Would have to TiVo all my favorite shows and get someone to email them to me-- wait. Actually.

3. No electricity, either. TiVo plan would be a failure. (Note: ask Garuda if being Holy King means I can get them to hook up electricity in the palace)

Fuuto stared at the television set in disbelief. "Wait, what? When did the Misaki get brainwashed into joining the villains?"

"Ooh! Ooh! I know!" Hanuman cried, waving his arm like an enthusiastic schoolchild. "It was in last week's episode! She got hypnotized, and--"

"AARGH! THAT DAMN BODYSWITCH!" Fuuto grabbed into a headlock, tugging at the monkey's ears. "Why didn't you record it for me? And what the hell kind of a country doesn't even have TVs, huh?!"

Hanuman's lower lip trembled. "I don't know how to use a VCR! And it's your country, your holiness!"

"SHUT UP!"

"Eeeeeek!"

4. Sand in my underwear. I think. Atisha didn't wear underwear, so I mean, it happens at the beach, so it'd probably be worse in the desert, right?

5. NO SHOWERS. This isn't okay.

"'Though its visitors often speak only of the lush and beautiful gardens surrounding the palace, some writings also imply that Dhalashar should be especially known for the fierceness of its winter sandstorms!'" Fuuto finished with a yell, slamming the book shut to punctuate his point.

"Well," Garuda admitted, "I suppose there is some truth to that. But that doesn't mean-- ah, your holiness, come back!"

6. What would happen to Atisha if I was king instea General complications with, uh, other claims to the throne.

Fuuto wasn't really sure if they were dreams or something else, but sometimes when he was asleep, or just totally zoning out during class, he thought he could touch the edges of Atisha's mind with his own. It was entirely unlike his own, full of a calm sort of melancholy that Fuuto found oddly appealing. He never said anything to Atisha in these moments-- to be honest, he wasn't sure he could-- but he was pretty certain that Atisha knew he was there. After all, it wasn't always Fuuto who sought their connection out.

When he felt the brush of soft, cool and ghostly fingers against the back of his neck, Fuuto didn't even look up from his assignment. He just smiled.

7. Having to leave Mayu and everyone at home behind.

"Purple lilac," Mayu intoned dully, "Syringa vulgaris. In the language of flowers, they symbolize the first emotion of love, and--"

"Whoa, whoa, I don't know about that," Fuuto cut in, waving a hand nervously. "Look, Mom just got some from a neighbor, but there's too much to keep in the house, so I thought... I dunno, maybe you'd like them, or something."

Mayu stared at him. "I have a garden," she said, cocking her head to the side as though it would help her better understand Fuuto's motivations.

"Yeah, but the garden doesn't... oh, nevermind." Fuuto sighed and set the little bundle of flowers onto Mayu's lap. His face burned with embarrassment. "Just take them, okay?"

"Okay," she agreed. Mayu's fingers played over the wheels of her chair for a moment before she took the flowers in hand. "Fuuto..." she said softly. "Thank you."

It wasn't quite a smile, but it brought one to Fuuto's face all the same.

8. I bet what Sohki does to people is legal there. (Note: invest in rape whistle pepper spray?!)

Sohki's hands were way too knowing when they slipped inside Fuuto's school uniform jacket, skimming over his chest and down to his stomach with a practiced sort of grace. The sensation was enough to force a gasp from Fuuto's lips before he could bite it back. But when one of Sohki's well-manicurred hands strayed down to the front of his pants, rubbing over his crotch, Fuuto yelped and shoved him away.

"You perverted kirin!" he hissed, his face going bright red.

"Oh, darling, you're such a flatterer," Sohki purred. He backed away with a soft chuckle that made the hairs on the back of Fuuto's neck stand up.

9. What's with those filmy robes and jewelry, anyway?

"Here," Atisha said. He reached up and carefully unhooked one of his earrings before offering it to Fuuto in his outstretched hand. "Take this."

All Fuuto could do was stare at it for a long moment. They were large, gold, and studded with some sort of jewel that was no doubt amazingly precious. "Uh... are you sure? I mean-- it's not that I have a bad track record for earrings," which he did, "or that I don't trust that you can give it to me... astrally or whatever," because he'd seen weirder things than that, "but... isn't that really expensive?"

The smile Atisha gave him was slow and a little uncertain, like he wasn't used to the expression. "I have no use for worldly things," he said simply.

10. Can't speak the language. May lead to international scandal.

"Your holiness..." Garuda said with an embarrassed fluttering of feathers, "are you aware that you just... er... propositioned me? WIth, ah, a mackerel?"

Five minutes, one tantrum, and a concerned phone call from the neighbors later, Fuuto's language guide book was languishing in the trash and Fuuto himself had buried his face in his pillow.

Garuda sighed.