A/N: Hello! Just here to say that none of the characters are mine. And I've been so inspired by AFA (if you're reading this, then you've come a long way, my dear friend.) The story isn't set on any time period because I'm too lazy to research and clean up stuff. But hey! If you wanna beta or something, you can PM me. So um. Enjoy?

Hey, wake up.

Hey.

Wake up.

Her eyes opened to see a pair of chestnut-brown eyes, looking worried.

"Are you okay?" It was a voice of a small boy who had the same shade of hair just as his eyes had.

Instead of speaking, the little blue-haired girl sat up. Her eyes welled up with tears and she began to wail. The boy started to panic and looked around the room to stop the girl from crying. A crate, a candle on top of the small table, a sack laid out on the floor. Nothing of use. Her cries became louder and louder so the boy tried to hush her as he took her into his arms and stroked her long blue hair. It seemed to work as her cries settled into tiny sobs.

"What's your name?" the boy asked.

The girl looked up with those startling green eyes.

"Yuu," the girl mumbled.

Yuu. Green eyes. Blue hair.

The boy's eyes scanned her muddy pink dress and stared at the brooch she had on a ribbon. It was the crest of the kingdom. The boy panicked again and separated himself from the girl. He kneeled on the ground with his forehead almost touching the ground.

"Y-Yuu-hime!" he stammered.

"I-I am honored to be at your presence. My name is M-Masa-sa - ""

Before the boy could finish what he was saying, the door burst open and two ragged bandits came in. One with a ridiculously large tattoo on his face scooped the princess into his right arm. The princess thrashed around but to no avail, she was still hanging from the man's arm. The other, a skinny lad, pulled the chestnut-haired boy by his hair.

"What are you doing here?" the skinny lad spat. He lifted the boy up to his eye level.

The boy kicked his crotch, which made the skinny lad release the boy. The boy rushed to the tattooed bandit and bit his leg. The princess fell and the boy scooped her up into his arms and ran out of the room. They were outside, the village engulfed in flames. People screamed and ran. Some were left crying by the door of their homes. There was no time to process it all. The boy caught sight of a wagon and put the princess on it. Before he could climb in, a frantic man whipped the horse. The boy toppled to the ground. He ran for it but the wagon was faster than him.

"YUU!" he shouted.

"YUU!"

"OJOU-SAMA!"

A loud thwack from being hit in the head by an absurdly thick book awoken the prince from her sleep. Yuu, now known as Kashima, nursed her cropped Prussian blue head. A bump was threatening to form.

"Hori -"

Before she could complain, Hori had smashed his fist into her face and thrown in a few more to stop the prince from rambling on and complaining further.

"You've been physically absent for most of the lessons and now you're being mentally absent to skip the lesson!" Hori shouted.

As soon as he stopped his flurries of attacks, the nurses who were always stationed outside every time Prince Kashima had her lessons with Hori came into the study and tended to the prince. Kashima took one of the nurses' hands into her own and gave it a gentle kiss.

"Thank you. Your gentle hands have graced my skin."

Hori slammed his hand on the table and shouted:

"HE'S FINE NOW. LEAVE US BE!"

The nurses giggled then left the room. Hori sighed. He took off his glasses and sat back on a chair. They would have finished up the history of the De Grantaine kingdom if only the prince would have cooperated nicely. Something slipped into his hand. Something soft. Something hard. Hori's eyes widened. A blush slowly crept on his cheeks. Kashima simply handed the book he struck her with. A smile formed on the prince's lips. Her hand lingered on his hand for a moment more and then it slipped away. Hori released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. His chestnut eyes averted the gaze of the one who had a bright green pair.

"Can we go back to the start?" Kashima asked with a look of apology on her face.

Hori regained his composure, cleared his throat and opened the book. A smile escaped his lips.

But it was one of melancholy.

"Yes, Your Highness."

If only we could, Yuu.

A/N: Review? I might need it because my writing is really, really young and unpolished. Thanks! :)