The Colors Universe
The Game by Skie
Characters: Kou-kun, everyone elseWord Count: 1,066 words
Theme: Can you see?
Author Notes: This one is much more random than my others, but it's still an enjoyable tale.
“Stop! Stop it! What are you doing!?” Midorin exclaimed, leaping from her seat to attempt to stop the scene unfolding before her. “That is a completely unacceptable change, put it down! Stop it! Can you even hear what I’m telling you?! Can you see the blasphemy you’re performing?! Stop it, Kou! Stop it!”
Two hours earlier, Kou found himself in the middle of a game store with Murasaki, Midorin, and Akai. The reason behind this was simply that Mikan didn’t quite have the right personality or attention span to stick to playing a board game, and Aoi would never ever bring himself to the “low” level that was playing a game on a board. Aoi was exclusively a video game player and Mikan was exclusively a sports player. Thus, Kou brought along Murasaki, Midorin, and Akai who were all quite level-headed enough to play. In reality, though, he had coerced each of them by different, specific means only an hour before arriving at the store.
Kou coerced Murasaki after accidentally interrupting her while she was sitting in her room watching a dramatic movie featuring a poor woman who rose above every challenge and managed to marry the prince not because of her good looks, but because of her actions and sassy personality. Though he didn’t know it, that specific movie was one of her favorites and it took him a significant amount of extra coercion to get her to come along. The real deal-maker came when he told Murasaki that she could be a princess if she joined the game. She readily agreed.
Kou coerced Midorin simply by tempting her with promises of green. Green everything, quite literally. Her initial reaction to his question was “You know, I’ve heard some bad things about board games—plus, aren’t they just boring? That doesn’t sound like my style.” Kou’s response, quite quickly, was “What would you give to play a game as a powerful, stylish warrior woman wearing emerald armor and wielding a large, green sword?” and, in reaction, Midorin quickly agreed. “You have to make our team green, Kou! We’re green if we’re in this together!”
Lastly, Kou coerced Akai by doing nothing more than asking him to be the fourth player. “I need a fourth player, Akai. I can’t ask Mikan or Aoi, because—“ “Aoi-sama, Kou. You know he’s listening.” Akai had to add and correct him. “Fine, Akai. Aoi-sama. That’s one reason I can’t ask him—and you know that Midorin doesn’t like him, and she’s playing, so… join in?” Kou asked. “I’ll play, but only if I get to be a wizard.” Akai made his condition known, to Kou’s slight displeasure, as he had been hoping to be the wizard.
Back in the store, Kou asked his three companions to search through the walls and walls of figures required to play the game and requested that they each find one that they wanted and he would get it for them as a gift. Both Murasaki and Akai proceeded to do so without question, as they each seemed to have an idea already of what they wanted. Midorin, meanwhile, simply glared at Kou.
“Why are they all silver, Kou? You said I could have a green one.” Midorin huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “You promised.” She made a pouting face while glaring at him at the same time, which was no easy task.
“Tell you what. I’ll get one, paint it, and then you’ll have your green warrior. Is that okay?” Kou made his plan known and waited for Midorin’s response, but was interrupted by Murasaki returning and holding up a surprisingly expensive, yet wonderful looking half (eastern style) dragon princess wearing a kimono, figure. “I’d like this one. I got four purple paints for it, too.”
“Kou, I just want—“ “Kou! Check it out!” Akai interrupted Midorin to show off the wizard figure and the awesome metallic red paint he had found. “Kou, can—“ “This’ll be the best wizard ever! I’m looking forward to th—“ “AKAI!” Midorin suddenly grabbed Akai by the shirt collar and shook him “Let me talk! I need one of these just as badly as you two do! We’re all in this game together!” She didn’t stop shaking him for even a moment, and the effects were beginning to show as his head began lolling to and fro with each shake. “Just go buy it, buy it and let me—“
Bwwggrrrkkklllaaaaaaauuurghghhh—
Akai vomited.
Midorin screamed.
Kou facepalmed.
Murasaki shook her head, turned away, and asked someone else to clean up the mess.
Fastforward to the present. “Kou, I said stop it!” Midorin reached out and grabbed his hands “Why are you doing that?! We can’t fight a dragon! The last thing ate my warrior’s sword!”
“I still have my magic wand. I can cast… magic missile!” Akai added.
“Surprisingly, my princess wields a katana. A much finer blade for a woman than that monstrosity your warrior wields. Is she that kind of lady?” Murasaki asked, grinning all the while. She was entirely satisfied with the character she had created and wasn’t hesitant about flaunting how good she was. An eastern, katana-wielding, half-dragon princess who wanted to avenge her dead husband made for a great character.
“We’re fighting a dragon.” Kou exclaimed. Earning a groan from Midorin, a laugh from Akai, and a shuffling of papers from Murasaki. As Kou set the figure of the dragon down in the middle of the table, Mikan broke into the room and made an exclamation. “I don’t know what this game is, but this orange defeats everything! Hiiiiiiyaaaaaaaa!”
Before anyone could react, Mikan slammed the orange down on the center of the game board, effectively impaling the orange on several dozen little miniature heroes, enemies, and a dragon. As she lifted the orange, its juices spilled out atop the table and the miniatures stayed in their new citrusy prison. “Imagine that! Can you see it? A giant orange! A giant orange descended and destroyed all the heroes and enemies! Game over! I win!”
Mikan’s actions were answered by numerous blank stares from the group, and not one of them had a single word to say to her. Whether it was confusion, anger, or shock, the words wouldn’t leave their lips for whatever reason.
The morale of this tale? Eat your fruits so they don’t kill everyone later.
