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Caius would do anything for Alcibiades, wouldn’t he? Well, there had to be a line drawn somewhere, Caius thought, sighing as he held up the outfit Alcibiades wanted him to wear that night. It was atrocious! Completely, utterly, ridiculously, no-two-ways-about-it-atrocious! It was a myriad of colors, no two the same or even anywhere near complimentary, and crudely stitched unlike the sleek, beautiful robes Caius so loved. And it had pants. What Alcibiades was thinking making him wear pants was beyond his understanding. He sighed again, wondering why exactly Alcibiades would ask him to wear such an ugly patchwork outfit. Perhaps, Caius decided, it was payback for dying his favorite shirt peacock blue so they would match at the dinner they had had to attend the past week. Oh, the fit Alcibiades had thrown when he found the invitation!

“What the hell is this?” Alcibiades asked, waving a piece of paper frantically, his face as red as the most patriotic Volstovic flag.

“Well, if you’d hold it still, my dear, I’ll tell you,” Caius said, mildly annoyed with his best friend’s antics and the fact that he had to jump in a much undignified manner to see the letter.

“It’s a fucking invitation to a fucking banquet that’s to be held to-fucking­-morrow!” Alcibiades shouted, punctuating the last word with three sharp raps of the invitation on Caius’s head. “And what’s more, I found it in your fucking drawer!”

“Alcibiades, my dear,” Caius said, pouting a bit. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, su-fucking-prise! And stop that!” another rap on his head, “You could have let me know about this. Not that I’m going, but, still—“

“Oh, my dear, you have to go! You absolutely cannot refuse an invitation from the Esar himself!” Caius said, perking up a bit about the possible scandal that could cause. “That’s his penmanship, you know. He wrote that out just for you! And he wrote a letter! He especially wants to see his favorite general. You simply cannot refuse!”

“I can and will. I’m not going.”

“Alcibiades, my dear, you sound like a petulant child. And anyway, you can’t refuse, you’ll break my heart. I’ve already got our outfits prepared!”

“Do? What?” Alcibiades made each word a question of its own, narrowing his eyes and straightening to his full, imposing height to tower over Caius. “Prepared. How?”

“Oh, do come see! We’ll be matching again!” Caius was not intimidated.

Alcibiades decided Caius was a bit too close to him. He knew Alcibiades too well and trusted him too much to be intimidated by such simple tricks. Except, maybe, growling, which Alcibiades hadn’t tried before.

He tried it then.

Caius just grinned back at him, pulling him down the hall, completely untroubled by the fact that his companion was not very happy and he was likely to be murdered violently during the night. His companion was not just ‘not very happy’. He was angry, very angry, in fact, that he was being forced to go to this dinner. Alcibiades sighed, thinking ‘bastion damn it all,’ and resigned himself to his fate. He was being dragged down the hall by a boy half his size and ten years younger than him to get ready for some bastion-damned dinner that he had no choice but to—“Greylace! What in bastion’s name did you do to my fucking shirt!” he shouted furiously, any thoughts of resignation driven from his mind by the color of the shirt Caius Greylace was holding. He was going to die, violently, decided Alcibiades.

“Oh, I only dyed it blue, my dear.”

“It was white!

“Oh, I know. And now it’s blue. No need to be upset, my dear.”

“No need to—! My favorite—! Dyed—! It was supposed to be white! Now it’s Ke-Han-peacock-fucking-BLUE!” he sputtered indignantly.

“Blue looks better on blondes, my dear, trust me. Put it on.” Caius, unknowing of the danger to his life, offered the shirt in Alcibiades’s direction.

“Trust—! Put—!” Alcibiades was spluttering again and Caius was beginning to worry about the health and sanity of his friend. Not knowing whether he should place the shirt in Alcibiades’s hands or lay it on the bed, he dropped the shirt and hurried to the door, thinking that third option is always the safest option, and left Alcibiades to dress while he got himself ready.

Caius was finishing pinning his hair into place when his door was pushed open. Alcibiades stood in the door tugging at his hem and frowning at his shoelaces. “I look stupid,” he said.

“No you don’t, my dear. You look great.”

He grunted in response, tugged at his hem, ran a hand through his hair, scuffed his shoe, and muttered something about “batshit insane.” He looked so adorably nervous that Caius had to smile.

“Come now, my dear, you won’t be the only one wearing blue,” he said, spinning to better show off his blue robes. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“He won’t like it,” Alcibiades said.

“No, he won’t. Nor will he like my robes.”

“That was the point?”

“Oh, yes,” Caius smiled a wicked smile, “That was exactly the point.”

“Well, then. The Esar’s a douchebag. He has this coming.”

The dinner went oddly well. The only remarks that were made on their outfits were a few people asking why in bastion’s name they were wearing Ke-Han blue to a banquet celebrating Volstov’s victory, to which Caius only responded “Blue just looks better on blondes” and Alcibiades always said “I just like to show a little solidarity” and nodded to Caius, who everybody would agree was just batshit insane and there was nothing to be done about it.

There was nothing to be done about it. Caius sighed, thinking about Alcibiades wearing the blue shirt to the banquet. The patchwork outfit was most certainly payback. He wondered vaguely as he put it on if Alcibiades would possibly be wearing anything that would match it. He liked to match. He glanced in the mirror and frowned, deciding that if he squinted just right it didn’t look too bad.

Caius walked into the kitchen, where Alcibiades was sitting, neat as you please, eating a sandwich in an outfit as terrible as his, except in the Ke-Han style. Caius started laughing, not bothering to hide behind his sleeve.

Apparently there was no limit to which Alcibiades would go for vengeance, but at least they matched.

“So,” Alcibiades said, giving up on eating because he was laughing so hard, “Shall we go to the theatre?”

Written for
DragonGem5 on dA and all my thremedon friends


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 6th, 2009 12:45 am (UTC)
*giggles* The bit where Al comes out saying "I look stupid" reminds me of that part in the movie Beauty and the Beast, where they all try to dress the Beast up for his dinner with Belle, and he ends up with all these ridiculous bows in his fur. That must be how it looks in Al's head. OH AL. OH CAIUS. This was wonderfully entertaining.
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Oct. 6th, 2009 01:08 am (UTC)
lol yes he does... :D and I accidentally commented and didnt log in.. fail :D
Oct. 6th, 2009 01:10 am (UTC)
...imdb sez no. Where are you getting this? Is imdb lying to me again?
Oct. 6th, 2009 01:11 am (UTC)
lol it did, but now it doesnt.. I was wrong..
Oct. 6th, 2009 01:07 am (UTC)
lol wow.. it's been so long since I've seen B&B... I cant believe it :D glad that made you laugh.. I was l-ing my ao the whole time I was writing it, then typing it..

and naturally, I had to add some of the "Havemercy 101" stuff, like "Caius is batshit insane" and "The Esar's a douchebag"

I'm glad you enjoyed, and cookie for being the first to comment..

(the only reason I recognized the guy in your icon is because Hugh Jackman voices him :D)
Oct. 6th, 2009 01:08 am (UTC)
*noms cookie*

...Wait. Hugh Jackman didn't voice Gaston...
Oct. 6th, 2009 01:10 am (UTC)
gah! Cant we get htis right!!

anyway.. yes he does :D

..well, okay, maybe he doesnt :D
Oct. 6th, 2009 01:16 am (UTC)
I do quite love the idea of Hugh = Gaston. (Oh god I almost just said "i'm adding it to my personal canon" before realizing that this is real life and I can't just change facts because I like them better that way...I'm such a freaking fangirl)
Oct. 6th, 2009 01:22 am (UTC)
lol It WAS there, I remember it.. that's why I went through so much trouble to find another copy.. grr

Excuse me a moment while I go look again..

okay.. that's totally weird.. it's now saying Richard White was Gaston.. hee hee now I'm gonna replace that "G" and add an "I"


I could have sworn it was him..
Feb. 23rd, 2010 07:10 pm (UTC)
I think he looks cute! And Al secretly agrees. xD Batshit insane, indeed. I really enjoyed this piece and the accompanying picture. xD *So colorful!*
Feb. 25th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
haha thanks :D
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