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Title: Devil’s Party
Day/Theme: 19. The end-point of all pilgrimages, both religious and secular
Series: Saiunkoku Monogatari
Characters: Seiran
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned in fic are not mine
Rating: PG
Word Count: 367

Kou Shouka noticed Seiran’s saddened state being left with nothing to do during the New Year holidays. Shuurei kept herself busy despite the holidays and that left Seiran with no one to fuss about. He figured it wouldn’t hurt if Seiran had a little bit of fun. For that reason, Shouka sent Seiran to attend the annual devil’s party hosted by General Haku Reien, the leader of the Uringun Right Wing Army.

The all day celebration happens annually during the New Year week holidays and it was nothing but a day of drinking and men doing stupid things while they’re drunk.

Seiran didn’t expect the warm welcome extended to him by the General, in fact even the General of the Uringun Left Wing, Koku Yousei, welcomed him. Seiran didn’t realize there was a dark reason behind the warm welcome extended to him. Koku Yousei was also Ran Shuuie’s superior and the General’s felt insulted by Shuuei’s gift of barrels and barrels of fine sake in exchange for his absence from the party.

This year, the generals planned to ambush Shuuei, wherever he was at the Imperial Palace and they ordered Seiran to take care of bringing in Shuuei no matter what manner he’d plan to use in order to accomplish the task. To his advantage, they discovered Shuuei by the entrance of the Right Wing Army’s mansion.

Seiran had quite a serving of sake when the generals dared him to capture the haughty military man. With the effects of alcohol already clouded his judgment, Seiran figured he couldn’t be blamed in case he managed to hurt Ran Shuuie.It would simply be a part of the game played during this annual party.

‘Collateral damage, that’s all.’

Seiran smiled, not really understanding why he thought it amusing to watch Shuuei dodge his arrows.

‘It just might be worth it, to watch the bastard run around like some wild animal.’

Seiran grinned. The devils’ party seemed like something he will be attending every year from hereon.