(For my sake, imagine the man in the pic as Miko-Chen, kay? thanks 🙂👍🏼)
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*In the Emperor's private guest room*
A man in a white hanfu was sitting cross-legged in front of the calm looking emperor while slightly whirling his glass of wine. The man turned his pitch black eyes to the emperor, disinterested. The emperor on the other hand, poor man, was slightly scared but kept a neutral face, after all he is emperor, he is no coward. He cleared his throat.
"My lord, If I may ask, what are you doing here? the next Luner cycle is not another 4 months." The first emperor, Hikohohodemi, asked. Hoping he did not unintentionally anger the deity. The deity stopped playing with his wine.
"Tell me, Hikohohodemi, you are the great-grandson of Amaterasu, are you not?" Miko asked, his tone barely reveling any emotion.
"Yes, yes I am." He answered in the same tone.
"Then you should know, first-hand, how the anger of the gods is." His tone was a little scolding.
Hikohohodemi gritted his teeth. The kami (god) was treating him as if he were nothing but a mere child!
"Yes, my lord, I know how fragile the egos of the Kamis are." He knew he was playing a dangerous game of life or death but he did not care. Miko's eyes flashed a threatening gold before turning back to black.
"You are playing a murderous game, my nephew."
Ah.
Hikohohodemi had forgotten that the kami in front of him was the youngest of Amaterasu's ,many, children. His great-uncle.
"I know." He said, short and swift. " But what does me being related to Lady Amaterasu link with our deal?"
"Oh, It does not. I just felt like asking."
Hikohohodemi felt a vein on his forehead. If this had been anyone else, they would already had been dead for playing with the emperor's temper.
"Right."
Miko-Chen merely laughed and continued to play with his wine.
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*In the clothing room*
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(This is what all the servants wear. don't question for which gender, let's say it's gender-neutral, kay? 🙂👍🏼)
over a dozen servants were in the clothing room. Either washing, cleaning, drying, folding or fixing clothing. Whether it was the royal families, the soldiers or even other servant's.
"Who do you think the emperor will give to the kami?" El Matador asked out of the blue. The others nearly dropped their share of clothes just to shush at him.
"El Matador! You shouldn't talk about that so freely! what if some one hears? we'll be in so much trouble!" Tiger reprimanded him in shouting whisper.
"Yeah, brother! what if someone heard! Then we'll be more dead than your god awful hairstyle!" Cool Joe joked.
"Hey! my hairstyle is not dead!"
"Ok guys enough! we need to get back to work." Eagle Eye said seriously. As the eldest, it was his duty that his younger friends don't get into too much trouble or any at all for that matter.
"Yeah, yeah. whatever, mom~" North teased. Eagle Eye sighed. Why did he have to take care of them again?
Once again they started working but not even a minute later, they all hear the door burst open. All the servants looked startled at the door but once they saw Shakes, they just sighed and went back to work. Shakes was panting and went straight to his friends.
"Guys! Guys! Guys! you'll never guess who I saw in the halls!" He yelled.
"Shhhhhhh."
"Oh, right, sorry." He said with an awkward smile and laugh.
"Now what is it you want to tell us, Shakes?" Klaus asked.
"Oh yeah! Well, you know how we told you all that Rasta said today an important event was gong to happen?"
"Yeah. We know." El Matador said, eyes rolling at his stupid friend. Shakes ignored him.
"Well, I think I saw the kami!"
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"WHAAAATT!"
"And you guys tell me to be quiet." Shakes scowled.
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2 updates in one day, maybe a 3rd~ 😏 anyway hope y'all liked it 🤗 btw, to all the Japanese and Japanese culture lovers (such as I ) I know I'm fucking with history. I am so sorry, please forgive me 😔🙏🏼
