::Nightmare::
Author: Kitzaku-san
Rated: PG
Forewarn: Yamagi/Roose, Roose/Wrecka, Saki/Zero
Disclaimer: I do not own Megami Kouhosei. Though, I'd like to buy the rights and make my own FanDub out of it, after translating it correctly, of course. ^.^
Author Note: D-chan got me stuck on Saki/Zero! How she did it, I'll NEVER know. o.O;; But it's there. I came up with this whilst listening to one of my famed Megumi Ogata songs, Nightmare. Though, I don't know why. I should be making this Yu Gi Oh if I was listening to that. But alas, here's my fic though it be very odd and out of place for the characters. But hey, it's a FANfic. ^.^ Gomen if it's a bit slow at first, I was getting the feel for it all!
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Prince Roose stared longingly out of his bedchamber window. The sea was beautiful this time of the day. The tide was low and the tide pools showed the tiniest forms of life. Later, when he had time, Roose would go down there with Yamagi and search the pools for anything interesting to take back to Roose's collection. The young prince had developed quite a number of dazzling shells which he stored underneathe his bed.
Roose was the Prince of Zion, a beautiful new country by the sea. It's ruler, King Crowe, was a very noble leader, who loved his country with all of his heart. His country loved him back, just as equally. But alas, the King was dying very slowly. His heart was failing him, though it be at an early age. Roose, as the oldest son, was the heir to become King. Even though his father still had a few years to live, the Prince already felt the weight of the country on his shoulders.
His older sister, Princess Teela, was not allowed to take the throne. Only the firstborn son of the King could do so. Despite pleads from both Teela and Roose, King Crowe would not break the tradition. Therefore the country of Zion lie in Roose's hands. The morning strolls along the beach with Yamagi were the highlight of Roose's day. It was the only time he could be care-free.
Yamagi was Roose's childhood friend as well as his personal servant. Yamagi and his older brother, Force, had been born and raised to wait on the dark green haired prince's every whim. But when they'd met, Roose and Yamagi became the best of friends immediatly. Roose couldn't bring himself to make Yamagi do everything, and his older brother ended up doing most of the servacing. Yamagi was stationed to be Roose's best friend.
The tide was down at it's lowest and Roose stood up and stretched, finally able to go out now that the sun had risen enough to walk easily. Roose loved sunrises the best. He preferred the purples and pinks to the red and orange of the sunset. He opened the door to his bedchamber and as soon as he'd left, Force went in to make his bed.
"Ohayo Gozaimasu, Force-kun!" Roose smiled at the blue haired youth and he gave a not so much as a tiny grunt as he went about his business. Though, the green haired prince didn't have time to feel remorse, he was already on his way towards the servant's quarters to pick up Yamagi for their morning stroll.
When he came to the less furnished barracks, he rapped lightly on Yamagi's door and it opened almost immediatly to reveal the purple haired servant. He looked a bit rumpled, but that was to be expected as he'd just woken up.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Yamagi-kun!" Roose repeated the same reply. But this time, he got a response.
"Ohayo, Roose." He nodded. He was one of the only people that could call the prince by his name. Most others had to call him Prince Roose, Roose-sama or simply Ojisama. The others that could speak to him on friendly terms were his sister and his father. His mother had died while giving birth to the prince.
They were headed to the beach now in silence. Most of the others were still sleeping at this hour of the morning, so the two teens did not wish to awaken them. Once they reached the castle gates, could they talk normally again. The guards let them through without questioning. They were used to these morning routines.
Today was like any other. Roose and Yamagi both searched through the newly formed tide pools for anything interesting. Mostly colorful shells. But, today Roose spotted a lovely new type of shell. One he hadn't seen before.
"Ne, Yamagi-kun, look at this shell!" He held it up to the light. It had dark green and violet swirls about it inside its already spiral conch shell pattern. "It's just like us, don't you think?"
Yamagi took the shell from the prince and looked it over in his hands. Nodding slowly to show that he agreed. When he tried to hand it back, Roose smiled and gave it back to his friend. "Ne, Yamagi-kun. You can have it. I've already got a lot of pretty shells and you don't have any."
"Arigatou..." Yamagi's face changed now, quite content with his gift from the prince. He barely got any gifts from anyone.
"I'm glad you like it." Roose grinned and turned around, looking back to the palace. "Let's get back, Yamagi-kun. We've got a lot of shells already."
Yamagi nodded and they began to make the treck back towards the castle. Roose's arms were full of shells and Yamagi held just the one beautiful shell that Roose had given him. Once they reached the gates again, the one guard stopped him.
"What did you round up today, Ojisama?" he smiled wide. It was Aracd. He was a kindly guard, studying under the influence of his father. He liked to look at whatever new artifacts Roose brought up from the sea. Roose held out his arms full of shells. Aracd made his clucks here and there, commenting on the selection.
"They're not as great as the one I gave to Yamagi-kun! Show him the one..." The prince beamed with pride as the violet haired servant lifted up his prize.
"Sugoi, it's just like you two together." Aracd nodded. "Take good care of that."
"I will." Yamagi agreed and both he and the prince made it back into the palace, leaving Aracd to his post once again.
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Yamagi stood outside the door to Roose's bedchamber as the prince went inside to place the shells into his protective spot. He sighed longingly. It was unfair to be the servant of such a noble figure. If only he was of more royal stature, or if Roose was simply a commoner as himself was, perhaps only then, could Yamagi feel comfortable around the young prince anymore.
He'd found that recently, being the best friend of Prince Roose was not enough. As both the boys were reaching the age where they should be noticing the opposite sex, Yamagi wasn't noticing as the other servant boys were.
There was a boy who worked in the kitchen, named Zero. Yamagi talked to him occasionally because they were the same age. And, when Roose asked for a snack, Yamagi was the one who would get it from the brown haired servant. Zero constantly talked of another servant in the castle. She was in housekeeping. He'd never recalled her name before. He'd only seen her around the palace. Zero described her as a long red haired goddess. He always said he was in love. And when he would ask Yamagi who he liked, the violet haired servant would blush and make up an exuse to leave.
The truth was, for a long time now, Yamagi had his eyes set on the young Prince Roose. He wasn't positive on when this crush began, but all he knew was that it was there now. And since then, being with the boy was the greatest torture and pleasure all at one time. If only he weren't a commoner!
The shell that Roose had given Yamagi meant more to him than anything. It was tucked neatly and safely in the servant's pocket. Yamagi ran his fingers along the conch shell, his mind filled with mental images of Roose. The prince had never given him a gift before, and Yamagi would treasure the present with his very life.
Roose emerged from his bedchamber, the trademark smile wrapped around his face. "What now, Yamagi-kun? I have to meet my father at nine o'clock so we've got a while to have fun."
"What do you have to meet your father about?" Yamagi asked. Roose rarely had appointments with the King. But when he did, it was serious business.
"I don't know. Force-kun told me when I was putting the shells away." Roose gave an awkward shrug. "I know, Yamagi-kun!" He suddenly changed the subject. "Let's go into town again!" Yamagi agreed and they rushed out of the palace together.
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"Your Highness, Ojisama is here to see you." Tune, the kingdom's messenger appeared before the King, bowed and left. Roose, who was standing behind her, was now in full view. His palace clothes looked slightly dirty and his normally wellkept hair was a mess.
He just gotten back from running around the town with Yamagi. He'd met up with two boys from the marketplace, Clay and Hiead and they would run down the streets shouting up at the windows above. Hiead had tried to steal some apples, but Roose felt bad for the salesperson and paid them back. Clay on the other hand, was trying to teach Roose more about the average lifestyle of the local villager. Roose was a good audience for him, for he'd actually listened. He would have been late coming back to the palace, had Yamagi not reminded him of his appointment with his father.
"Ohayo Otousan!" Roose smiled.
King Crowe could do nothing but smile at his son's utter innocence. He loved the koutaishi with all his heart, and he hoped that the news he'd received from the neighboring kingdom of Ingrid would do little harm to the boy's heart. He reminded himself that this was in the best interest for the kingdom. He coughed lightly.
"Otousan? Daijoubou desu ka?" Roose took a step forward, worried.
"I'm quite alright, Roose." Crowe regained his smiled once more. "I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which would you like to hear first?"
Roose clapped. "Ne, the good news first!"
"Alright then." Crowe shifted in his chair. "I had an appointment with Dr. Rill this morning. She says that her remedy is working and a few more months has been added to my life span. How about that for starters?" His long dark hair sifted amazingly as he laughed. Roose, happy that the time when he would be a prince would be lengthened, laughed along with his father. But he kept wondering, what could the bad news be? Nothing could be bad after hearing that news.
"What is the bad news then?" He tilted his head to the side.
Crowe's face grew dim. "I talked to the King and Queen of Ingrid yesterday. You've come to that age Roose. It is time you found someone."
"Someone?" Roose inquired. His heart sunk low in his chest. If it went any lower, he was afraid it would fall to the floor. His face must have sunk as low as his heart. And it hurt badly. Had his father already chosen for him?
Crowe noticed the change in his son's appearance and added quickly. "It was in the best interest of the kingdom! I do hope in your heart that you will be able to forgive me."
Roose cast his eyes to the ground. His accusations had been confirmed. His father had betrothed him to someone he didn't know. "Who then?"
"The Princess of Ingrid. She is your age. Wrecka-hime." came Crowe's reply.
Roose had heard of her. She was always overprotective as a child, but known throughout her kingdom as a very beautiful princess. It might not he as bad as he had thought, though he still did not like the arrangement. There must be a way out of this!
Yamagi-kun would know! Came his thought. Yamagi-kun is smart like that, he will know what to do.
"Is... is that all, Otousan?" Roose had a shake in his voice. No longer the happy tone he had once held. Now there was the hint of his signature whine.
"Gomen ne, Roose." the king shifted his gaze. "I did this for the kingdom."
"I know."
"That is all."
Roose nodded and left the throne room to find his best friend, his personal servant, the only one who would understand how bad this situation would be. Perhaps, Roose would not have minded being betrothed as much if he had never met Yamagi. But perhaps this day was cruel to him now. He knew it would happen sooner or later. But not so soon, not now. Not while his feelings for Yamagi were still new.
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"WHAT?!" Yamagi picked up an inkpen from his desk and threw it against the wall. It burst and black ink spilled all over the siding. But the servant didn't care. He'd just clean it up later.
"Otousan has chosen a fiancé for me." Roose repeated as he fiddled with his left middle fingernail as he always did when he was nervous. Yamagi searched the room for something else to throw, but when he saw the concerned face of Roose, he calmed down and sat down next to the prince.
"How could he do this to you?" Yamagi inquired, clutching his thighs as he sat, almost peircing his skin, had it not been for his clothes.
Roose shook his head slowly. "It was in the best interests of the kingdom."
"BEST INTERESTS MY ASS!" Yamagi stood up again and paced back and forth. "HE CAN'T iDO/i THIS! You don't even know what she looks like! Hell, you don't even know her!"
"I heard she was really pretty." Roose defended, but that did little to calm the violet haired servant down.
"Beleive half of what you hear and half of what you see." Yamagi pointed a finger at the prince, then recoiled again. "For all we know, she could be a real bitch. What's her name again?"
"It's Wrecka-hime."
The color seemed to drain from Yamagi's face all at once. He looked as white as a sheet once the Laundry Maid, Phil, was finished with them. Roose, obviously worried, stood up as well and placed his arms on his best friend's shoulders. "Yamagi-kun, daijoubou desu ka?"
Yamagi shut his eyes tight and shook his head, trying to shake out what Roose had just said. Wrecka? Princess Wrecka of the Ingrid kingdom? Hiead, Yamagi's aquaintence from the marketplace in town used to be in the army of Ingrid under vigorous training. But, once he'd killed a fellow trainee, he was exiled from the kingdom and came to live in Zion. But he'd heard well enough his share of this Wrecka-hime. She really was a witch. She could ensare any mortal man that came of age with her devious ways. She looked as innocent and as pretty as could be expected, but underneathe all those layers was a force to be reckoned with. She derived off of sex to get her way, even if she was only as young as the Prince Roose. How could he have gotten paired off with a worse girl?
Roose repeated the question and Yamagi snapped back into reality, blushing when he'd realized Roose's hands were on him. Then he'd had to remind himself mentally that Roose was a very touch to communicate person, that nothing had changed, just in his mind. "I'm alright Roose."
"No you aren't. Your face is like a ghost." This was followed by a tiny whine that showed the prince truly was concerned.
"It's nothing Roose." Yamagi sighed, forcing the tan back into his face. He couldn't tell Roose about Wrecka. It was the right thing to do, but Yamagi couldn't bring himself to do it. Perhaps it would only scare the boy further. Maybe the Princess had changed since then. Just maybe Hiead had been lying. Hopefully.
"Are you sure, Yamagi-kun?"
"I'm sure Roose! I'm just fine. I just thought I forgot something, but it was a false alarm." Yamagi made up an excuse really quick, and Roose simply took the bait.
"Oh, ok." The normal smile appeared on his face and he gave the servant a quick hug. "You scared me for a second." Then he turned to face the wall the pen had exploded on. "Ne, Yamagi-kun, are you going to clean that up all by yourself?"
"Yes." Yamagi tried to hold in Roose's lingering scent from the friendly hug he'd just received. But his senses were flooded again, and he shook his head to clear his mind. "I guess I better start right away."
"I'll help you!" Roose flashed a smile. "What good is a koutaishi when they can't even clean up after themselves?" Yamagi began to refuse, but then halted when he'd seen the look in the young prince's eyes: eager and ready to learn.
The shorter boy smiled. "All right, I'll show you how it's done." He reached into a drawer and pulled out some solution and two scrub brushes. Then the two of them set to work on cleaning up with pen stains on the wall, leftover from Yamagi's rage.
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TBC!
Ohayo Gozaimasu- Good Morning
Ojisama- Prince
Arigatou- Thank you
Sugoi- Awesome, Sweet, Cool
Koutaishi- Crowned Prince
Daijobou desu ka?- Are you alright?
Otousan- Father
-hime- Princess
Kitzaku-san: What'd you think? I know it's a slow start, but I've got some great ideas for this fic! No offense to Wrecka fans out there, I really... dislike her.
Yugi Muse: Ne, you hate her guts!
Kitzaku-san: Yugi! o.O;; You're supposed to be helping me with my Yu-Gi-Oh fics!
Yugi Muse: Not when you're listening to Megumi Ogata songs when you write this. ^.^
Kitzaku-san: Ah, fine. You can stay. Only because everyone loves you. If they don't, then they get the Yugi Virus and I do not want that again! X.x
Yugi Muse: YAY!
Kitzaku-san: Anyway, all flames will be used to heat my room because my step-father won't turn the AC down. Arigatou Gozaimasu!
Author: Kitzaku-san
Rated: PG
Forewarn: Yamagi/Roose, Roose/Wrecka, Saki/Zero
Disclaimer: I do not own Megami Kouhosei. Though, I'd like to buy the rights and make my own FanDub out of it, after translating it correctly, of course. ^.^
Author Note: D-chan got me stuck on Saki/Zero! How she did it, I'll NEVER know. o.O;; But it's there. I came up with this whilst listening to one of my famed Megumi Ogata songs, Nightmare. Though, I don't know why. I should be making this Yu Gi Oh if I was listening to that. But alas, here's my fic though it be very odd and out of place for the characters. But hey, it's a FANfic. ^.^ Gomen if it's a bit slow at first, I was getting the feel for it all!
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Prince Roose stared longingly out of his bedchamber window. The sea was beautiful this time of the day. The tide was low and the tide pools showed the tiniest forms of life. Later, when he had time, Roose would go down there with Yamagi and search the pools for anything interesting to take back to Roose's collection. The young prince had developed quite a number of dazzling shells which he stored underneathe his bed.
Roose was the Prince of Zion, a beautiful new country by the sea. It's ruler, King Crowe, was a very noble leader, who loved his country with all of his heart. His country loved him back, just as equally. But alas, the King was dying very slowly. His heart was failing him, though it be at an early age. Roose, as the oldest son, was the heir to become King. Even though his father still had a few years to live, the Prince already felt the weight of the country on his shoulders.
His older sister, Princess Teela, was not allowed to take the throne. Only the firstborn son of the King could do so. Despite pleads from both Teela and Roose, King Crowe would not break the tradition. Therefore the country of Zion lie in Roose's hands. The morning strolls along the beach with Yamagi were the highlight of Roose's day. It was the only time he could be care-free.
Yamagi was Roose's childhood friend as well as his personal servant. Yamagi and his older brother, Force, had been born and raised to wait on the dark green haired prince's every whim. But when they'd met, Roose and Yamagi became the best of friends immediatly. Roose couldn't bring himself to make Yamagi do everything, and his older brother ended up doing most of the servacing. Yamagi was stationed to be Roose's best friend.
The tide was down at it's lowest and Roose stood up and stretched, finally able to go out now that the sun had risen enough to walk easily. Roose loved sunrises the best. He preferred the purples and pinks to the red and orange of the sunset. He opened the door to his bedchamber and as soon as he'd left, Force went in to make his bed.
"Ohayo Gozaimasu, Force-kun!" Roose smiled at the blue haired youth and he gave a not so much as a tiny grunt as he went about his business. Though, the green haired prince didn't have time to feel remorse, he was already on his way towards the servant's quarters to pick up Yamagi for their morning stroll.
When he came to the less furnished barracks, he rapped lightly on Yamagi's door and it opened almost immediatly to reveal the purple haired servant. He looked a bit rumpled, but that was to be expected as he'd just woken up.
"Ohayo gozaimasu, Yamagi-kun!" Roose repeated the same reply. But this time, he got a response.
"Ohayo, Roose." He nodded. He was one of the only people that could call the prince by his name. Most others had to call him Prince Roose, Roose-sama or simply Ojisama. The others that could speak to him on friendly terms were his sister and his father. His mother had died while giving birth to the prince.
They were headed to the beach now in silence. Most of the others were still sleeping at this hour of the morning, so the two teens did not wish to awaken them. Once they reached the castle gates, could they talk normally again. The guards let them through without questioning. They were used to these morning routines.
Today was like any other. Roose and Yamagi both searched through the newly formed tide pools for anything interesting. Mostly colorful shells. But, today Roose spotted a lovely new type of shell. One he hadn't seen before.
"Ne, Yamagi-kun, look at this shell!" He held it up to the light. It had dark green and violet swirls about it inside its already spiral conch shell pattern. "It's just like us, don't you think?"
Yamagi took the shell from the prince and looked it over in his hands. Nodding slowly to show that he agreed. When he tried to hand it back, Roose smiled and gave it back to his friend. "Ne, Yamagi-kun. You can have it. I've already got a lot of pretty shells and you don't have any."
"Arigatou..." Yamagi's face changed now, quite content with his gift from the prince. He barely got any gifts from anyone.
"I'm glad you like it." Roose grinned and turned around, looking back to the palace. "Let's get back, Yamagi-kun. We've got a lot of shells already."
Yamagi nodded and they began to make the treck back towards the castle. Roose's arms were full of shells and Yamagi held just the one beautiful shell that Roose had given him. Once they reached the gates again, the one guard stopped him.
"What did you round up today, Ojisama?" he smiled wide. It was Aracd. He was a kindly guard, studying under the influence of his father. He liked to look at whatever new artifacts Roose brought up from the sea. Roose held out his arms full of shells. Aracd made his clucks here and there, commenting on the selection.
"They're not as great as the one I gave to Yamagi-kun! Show him the one..." The prince beamed with pride as the violet haired servant lifted up his prize.
"Sugoi, it's just like you two together." Aracd nodded. "Take good care of that."
"I will." Yamagi agreed and both he and the prince made it back into the palace, leaving Aracd to his post once again.
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Yamagi stood outside the door to Roose's bedchamber as the prince went inside to place the shells into his protective spot. He sighed longingly. It was unfair to be the servant of such a noble figure. If only he was of more royal stature, or if Roose was simply a commoner as himself was, perhaps only then, could Yamagi feel comfortable around the young prince anymore.
He'd found that recently, being the best friend of Prince Roose was not enough. As both the boys were reaching the age where they should be noticing the opposite sex, Yamagi wasn't noticing as the other servant boys were.
There was a boy who worked in the kitchen, named Zero. Yamagi talked to him occasionally because they were the same age. And, when Roose asked for a snack, Yamagi was the one who would get it from the brown haired servant. Zero constantly talked of another servant in the castle. She was in housekeeping. He'd never recalled her name before. He'd only seen her around the palace. Zero described her as a long red haired goddess. He always said he was in love. And when he would ask Yamagi who he liked, the violet haired servant would blush and make up an exuse to leave.
The truth was, for a long time now, Yamagi had his eyes set on the young Prince Roose. He wasn't positive on when this crush began, but all he knew was that it was there now. And since then, being with the boy was the greatest torture and pleasure all at one time. If only he weren't a commoner!
The shell that Roose had given Yamagi meant more to him than anything. It was tucked neatly and safely in the servant's pocket. Yamagi ran his fingers along the conch shell, his mind filled with mental images of Roose. The prince had never given him a gift before, and Yamagi would treasure the present with his very life.
Roose emerged from his bedchamber, the trademark smile wrapped around his face. "What now, Yamagi-kun? I have to meet my father at nine o'clock so we've got a while to have fun."
"What do you have to meet your father about?" Yamagi asked. Roose rarely had appointments with the King. But when he did, it was serious business.
"I don't know. Force-kun told me when I was putting the shells away." Roose gave an awkward shrug. "I know, Yamagi-kun!" He suddenly changed the subject. "Let's go into town again!" Yamagi agreed and they rushed out of the palace together.
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"Your Highness, Ojisama is here to see you." Tune, the kingdom's messenger appeared before the King, bowed and left. Roose, who was standing behind her, was now in full view. His palace clothes looked slightly dirty and his normally wellkept hair was a mess.
He just gotten back from running around the town with Yamagi. He'd met up with two boys from the marketplace, Clay and Hiead and they would run down the streets shouting up at the windows above. Hiead had tried to steal some apples, but Roose felt bad for the salesperson and paid them back. Clay on the other hand, was trying to teach Roose more about the average lifestyle of the local villager. Roose was a good audience for him, for he'd actually listened. He would have been late coming back to the palace, had Yamagi not reminded him of his appointment with his father.
"Ohayo Otousan!" Roose smiled.
King Crowe could do nothing but smile at his son's utter innocence. He loved the koutaishi with all his heart, and he hoped that the news he'd received from the neighboring kingdom of Ingrid would do little harm to the boy's heart. He reminded himself that this was in the best interest for the kingdom. He coughed lightly.
"Otousan? Daijoubou desu ka?" Roose took a step forward, worried.
"I'm quite alright, Roose." Crowe regained his smiled once more. "I have some good news and some bad news for you. Which would you like to hear first?"
Roose clapped. "Ne, the good news first!"
"Alright then." Crowe shifted in his chair. "I had an appointment with Dr. Rill this morning. She says that her remedy is working and a few more months has been added to my life span. How about that for starters?" His long dark hair sifted amazingly as he laughed. Roose, happy that the time when he would be a prince would be lengthened, laughed along with his father. But he kept wondering, what could the bad news be? Nothing could be bad after hearing that news.
"What is the bad news then?" He tilted his head to the side.
Crowe's face grew dim. "I talked to the King and Queen of Ingrid yesterday. You've come to that age Roose. It is time you found someone."
"Someone?" Roose inquired. His heart sunk low in his chest. If it went any lower, he was afraid it would fall to the floor. His face must have sunk as low as his heart. And it hurt badly. Had his father already chosen for him?
Crowe noticed the change in his son's appearance and added quickly. "It was in the best interest of the kingdom! I do hope in your heart that you will be able to forgive me."
Roose cast his eyes to the ground. His accusations had been confirmed. His father had betrothed him to someone he didn't know. "Who then?"
"The Princess of Ingrid. She is your age. Wrecka-hime." came Crowe's reply.
Roose had heard of her. She was always overprotective as a child, but known throughout her kingdom as a very beautiful princess. It might not he as bad as he had thought, though he still did not like the arrangement. There must be a way out of this!
Yamagi-kun would know! Came his thought. Yamagi-kun is smart like that, he will know what to do.
"Is... is that all, Otousan?" Roose had a shake in his voice. No longer the happy tone he had once held. Now there was the hint of his signature whine.
"Gomen ne, Roose." the king shifted his gaze. "I did this for the kingdom."
"I know."
"That is all."
Roose nodded and left the throne room to find his best friend, his personal servant, the only one who would understand how bad this situation would be. Perhaps, Roose would not have minded being betrothed as much if he had never met Yamagi. But perhaps this day was cruel to him now. He knew it would happen sooner or later. But not so soon, not now. Not while his feelings for Yamagi were still new.
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"WHAT?!" Yamagi picked up an inkpen from his desk and threw it against the wall. It burst and black ink spilled all over the siding. But the servant didn't care. He'd just clean it up later.
"Otousan has chosen a fiancé for me." Roose repeated as he fiddled with his left middle fingernail as he always did when he was nervous. Yamagi searched the room for something else to throw, but when he saw the concerned face of Roose, he calmed down and sat down next to the prince.
"How could he do this to you?" Yamagi inquired, clutching his thighs as he sat, almost peircing his skin, had it not been for his clothes.
Roose shook his head slowly. "It was in the best interests of the kingdom."
"BEST INTERESTS MY ASS!" Yamagi stood up again and paced back and forth. "HE CAN'T iDO/i THIS! You don't even know what she looks like! Hell, you don't even know her!"
"I heard she was really pretty." Roose defended, but that did little to calm the violet haired servant down.
"Beleive half of what you hear and half of what you see." Yamagi pointed a finger at the prince, then recoiled again. "For all we know, she could be a real bitch. What's her name again?"
"It's Wrecka-hime."
The color seemed to drain from Yamagi's face all at once. He looked as white as a sheet once the Laundry Maid, Phil, was finished with them. Roose, obviously worried, stood up as well and placed his arms on his best friend's shoulders. "Yamagi-kun, daijoubou desu ka?"
Yamagi shut his eyes tight and shook his head, trying to shake out what Roose had just said. Wrecka? Princess Wrecka of the Ingrid kingdom? Hiead, Yamagi's aquaintence from the marketplace in town used to be in the army of Ingrid under vigorous training. But, once he'd killed a fellow trainee, he was exiled from the kingdom and came to live in Zion. But he'd heard well enough his share of this Wrecka-hime. She really was a witch. She could ensare any mortal man that came of age with her devious ways. She looked as innocent and as pretty as could be expected, but underneathe all those layers was a force to be reckoned with. She derived off of sex to get her way, even if she was only as young as the Prince Roose. How could he have gotten paired off with a worse girl?
Roose repeated the question and Yamagi snapped back into reality, blushing when he'd realized Roose's hands were on him. Then he'd had to remind himself mentally that Roose was a very touch to communicate person, that nothing had changed, just in his mind. "I'm alright Roose."
"No you aren't. Your face is like a ghost." This was followed by a tiny whine that showed the prince truly was concerned.
"It's nothing Roose." Yamagi sighed, forcing the tan back into his face. He couldn't tell Roose about Wrecka. It was the right thing to do, but Yamagi couldn't bring himself to do it. Perhaps it would only scare the boy further. Maybe the Princess had changed since then. Just maybe Hiead had been lying. Hopefully.
"Are you sure, Yamagi-kun?"
"I'm sure Roose! I'm just fine. I just thought I forgot something, but it was a false alarm." Yamagi made up an excuse really quick, and Roose simply took the bait.
"Oh, ok." The normal smile appeared on his face and he gave the servant a quick hug. "You scared me for a second." Then he turned to face the wall the pen had exploded on. "Ne, Yamagi-kun, are you going to clean that up all by yourself?"
"Yes." Yamagi tried to hold in Roose's lingering scent from the friendly hug he'd just received. But his senses were flooded again, and he shook his head to clear his mind. "I guess I better start right away."
"I'll help you!" Roose flashed a smile. "What good is a koutaishi when they can't even clean up after themselves?" Yamagi began to refuse, but then halted when he'd seen the look in the young prince's eyes: eager and ready to learn.
The shorter boy smiled. "All right, I'll show you how it's done." He reached into a drawer and pulled out some solution and two scrub brushes. Then the two of them set to work on cleaning up with pen stains on the wall, leftover from Yamagi's rage.
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TBC!
Ohayo Gozaimasu- Good Morning
Ojisama- Prince
Arigatou- Thank you
Sugoi- Awesome, Sweet, Cool
Koutaishi- Crowned Prince
Daijobou desu ka?- Are you alright?
Otousan- Father
-hime- Princess
Kitzaku-san: What'd you think? I know it's a slow start, but I've got some great ideas for this fic! No offense to Wrecka fans out there, I really... dislike her.
Yugi Muse: Ne, you hate her guts!
Kitzaku-san: Yugi! o.O;; You're supposed to be helping me with my Yu-Gi-Oh fics!
Yugi Muse: Not when you're listening to Megumi Ogata songs when you write this. ^.^
Kitzaku-san: Ah, fine. You can stay. Only because everyone loves you. If they don't, then they get the Yugi Virus and I do not want that again! X.x
Yugi Muse: YAY!
Kitzaku-san: Anyway, all flames will be used to heat my room because my step-father won't turn the AC down. Arigatou Gozaimasu!