Liar, Liar, the Mage's Desire Vol. 3 (Return of the Oumeno)

The Girl From Paris

     "Kokichi?" Himiko said, peering into the dining hall. Kokichi was sitting alone with his head propped up with his hand. Upon hearing his name, he looked up at Himiko and gave her a small smile. He seemed quieter than usual. Himiko smiled back and sat down next to him.

   "Hey, HimiCocoa Bean," Kokichi said in an unusually quiet manner. He wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a small kiss.

  "Nyeh...are you feeling okay?" Himiko asked with concern as she cupped her hand on his forehead. 

   "Haha, yeah, I'm fine," Kokichi replied with a shrug. "What's up?"

   "Well...I was just curious to know about what happened in Paris," Himiko said. "You know, why you don't want me to have my Supreme Lady ceremony there." Kokichi chuckled lightly.

   "Oh, haha, well...D.I.C.E. has an annual ball, and there's this girl who-" Kokichi began.

   "Nyeh!! A girl?! I-Is she an old flame?!" Himiko gasped in horror. 

   "No, Himiko," Kokichi replied. "Anyways, she-"

   "She was your first kiss, wasn't she?!" Himiko asked in a teary voice, her eyes starting to water. 

   "Himikoooo..." Kokichi groaned in annoyance.

   "No, wait! Don't tell me...you did the Electrical Waltz with her, didn't you, Kokichi?!" Himiko cried. Kokichi frowned and crossed his arms at her. Himiko batted her eyelashes abashedly at him before running her thumb and forefinger across her mouth like a zipper. She then twisted her wrist as if she were locking her mouth up with a key. Kokichi held out his hand to her. Himiko placed the imaginary key in his palm. Kokichi stood up, opened the backyard door, and tossed the imaginary key out. He then sat back down, crossed his arms again, and raised his eyebrow at Himiko. Himiko politely folded her hands in her lap and waited for him to speak. 

  "Okay...it's tradition that, a week prior to the ball, a girl in D.I.C.E. is randomly selected through a lottery to dance with the Supreme Leader at the ball," Kokichi explained. "And last year, Soleil De Lune was the winner." Himiko nodded. "You may speak now, Monkey Buns."

   "Who's Soleil De Lune?" Himiko asked curiously.

   "She's from Sector Foxtrot 2, which is located in Paris," Kokichi replied. "She's smart, hardworking, and good at what she does in her sector, but, from what happened last year at the ball, and from what I usually hear about her, she's...apparently kinda obsessed with me."

   "What?! " Himiko shrieked, standing up from her chair. "Why, that...that little floozy!! The only person who's allowed to be obsessed with you is me!!"

   "Ew, no," Kokichi said, sticking his tongue out in disgust. "I don't want anyone to be obsessed with me!"

   "Well...you know what I meant!" Himiko said, throwing her hands up. "Oof...the audacity of that...heifer being obsessed with my man!" Himiko grumbled to herself. Kokichi chuckled with amusement at her. "Nyeh...tell me more about this Soleil De Loser so that I know who to square off with in the boxing ring when I see that knucklehead for the first time!"