A/N: WAR! What is it for? Absolutely nothing! *Puts on love beads and
flower headband* Make love, not war! Anyskitt, enjoy-o :) (No, I am not
high, I just happen to like sugar. a lot.) We could all use a little
lightheartedness :) My version of the Prince and The Pauper.
Disclaimer: I own the unrecognizable.
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The Baron and the Newsboy
Baron Edward J. Mathymims swung one spit shined black boot over the window ledge, his heart pumping almost audibly. His midnight blue velvet jacket with beaming golden buttons was tossed over his shoulder onto the ground below, a few coins nestled within the pockets. A rope of satin sheets, tied together in tight knots, was carefully lowered down the side of the enormous whitewashed building wall.
The young baron had a plan. This orderly, planned and prearranged life of his was dull. Boring. Incomplete. His parents were positively bromidic, his home was neat, and his soon to be wife was cantankerous with the same sense of humour as an angry hippopotamus.
Oh, he was lucky, that was true, though only lucky because he was wealthy. He had never really seen the real outside. Outings were chaperoned, despite Edward was sixteen, and were often through scenic areas where the residents were just like the Mathymims family. Edward longed to be free, to stretch his wings and fly away from his monotone life. He had seen the poor citizens begging, and always his father, The Grand Baron Mathymims, had reminded him, of how blessed he was to live the way he did.
'Blessed indeed.' Edward had thought bitterly every time.
To his father, blessed meant being rich, getting engaged to someone you didn't want to be with, sitting around a musty office filling out important papers and attending social events with stuffy old dolts just like yourself.
Edward had quite a different perspective on what being blessed meant. He viewed it as having a life full of adventure, faithful companions who like you for yourself, and having someone to love, truly love.
That was why Edward was climbing out his fourth story bedroom in Mathymims Manor, to escape. For once, he was breaking out, he was going to live his life as he wished now! No more 'Baron this' and 'Baron that' from now on he was Edward. Edward J. Mathy...
He couldn't go by Mathymims! The Mathymims were known all around New York as the richest, finest, most proper people with a title! Edward bit his lip, thinking. He would have to think of another last name later. His main focus now was to get over the gate and disappear into the night.
As the hollow clink of the lock shaking on the gate sounded, Edward leaped onto the smooth street. He had made it. His feet seemed to take on a life of their own as he did a small victory dance. Two passing ladies, dressed in their finest, giggled at the display. Edward blushed a deep crimson, but realized he was not in the company of his family. He could be as foolish as he wished!
This newfound freedom seeped into his veins, inspiring him to dance drunkenly throughout the streets into the depths of Manhattan. He was no longer in the familiar tree lined neighbourhood with rich houses neatly spaced. He stopped and took a good look around at his surroundings. Run down dirty homes and shops, a few mumbling men, ragged with time, slept in doorways, the street was littered with garbage and human (and animal) waste, and a few yards away stood a woman in torn rags rocking back and forth muttering strange words.
Edward's pitch-black hair was ruffled with the placid breeze; his deep brown eyes roamed this new environment. He had never felt so spirited in his life! He trotted towards a rather small building marked, 'Newsboy Lodging House' and smiled. He knocked twice with short raps.
The door, peeling with green paint, opened slowly as though the person inside was not expecting visitors. A blonde head appeared, blue eyes behind glasses peered at him.
'Waddya want?'
Edward smiled broadly, 'A place to stay.'
The boy behind the door shrugged and led Edward in. Once Edward was in the dim light the boy gasped. His eyes grew wide.
He turned to the stairs and shouted, "Race! You gotta twin!"
Derby: Bwee! Yay for happy Race fics! ^__^ Next chapter: Race & Edward Meet, the plan is formed.
Disclaimer: I own the unrecognizable.
~*~*~*~
The Baron and the Newsboy
Baron Edward J. Mathymims swung one spit shined black boot over the window ledge, his heart pumping almost audibly. His midnight blue velvet jacket with beaming golden buttons was tossed over his shoulder onto the ground below, a few coins nestled within the pockets. A rope of satin sheets, tied together in tight knots, was carefully lowered down the side of the enormous whitewashed building wall.
The young baron had a plan. This orderly, planned and prearranged life of his was dull. Boring. Incomplete. His parents were positively bromidic, his home was neat, and his soon to be wife was cantankerous with the same sense of humour as an angry hippopotamus.
Oh, he was lucky, that was true, though only lucky because he was wealthy. He had never really seen the real outside. Outings were chaperoned, despite Edward was sixteen, and were often through scenic areas where the residents were just like the Mathymims family. Edward longed to be free, to stretch his wings and fly away from his monotone life. He had seen the poor citizens begging, and always his father, The Grand Baron Mathymims, had reminded him, of how blessed he was to live the way he did.
'Blessed indeed.' Edward had thought bitterly every time.
To his father, blessed meant being rich, getting engaged to someone you didn't want to be with, sitting around a musty office filling out important papers and attending social events with stuffy old dolts just like yourself.
Edward had quite a different perspective on what being blessed meant. He viewed it as having a life full of adventure, faithful companions who like you for yourself, and having someone to love, truly love.
That was why Edward was climbing out his fourth story bedroom in Mathymims Manor, to escape. For once, he was breaking out, he was going to live his life as he wished now! No more 'Baron this' and 'Baron that' from now on he was Edward. Edward J. Mathy...
He couldn't go by Mathymims! The Mathymims were known all around New York as the richest, finest, most proper people with a title! Edward bit his lip, thinking. He would have to think of another last name later. His main focus now was to get over the gate and disappear into the night.
As the hollow clink of the lock shaking on the gate sounded, Edward leaped onto the smooth street. He had made it. His feet seemed to take on a life of their own as he did a small victory dance. Two passing ladies, dressed in their finest, giggled at the display. Edward blushed a deep crimson, but realized he was not in the company of his family. He could be as foolish as he wished!
This newfound freedom seeped into his veins, inspiring him to dance drunkenly throughout the streets into the depths of Manhattan. He was no longer in the familiar tree lined neighbourhood with rich houses neatly spaced. He stopped and took a good look around at his surroundings. Run down dirty homes and shops, a few mumbling men, ragged with time, slept in doorways, the street was littered with garbage and human (and animal) waste, and a few yards away stood a woman in torn rags rocking back and forth muttering strange words.
Edward's pitch-black hair was ruffled with the placid breeze; his deep brown eyes roamed this new environment. He had never felt so spirited in his life! He trotted towards a rather small building marked, 'Newsboy Lodging House' and smiled. He knocked twice with short raps.
The door, peeling with green paint, opened slowly as though the person inside was not expecting visitors. A blonde head appeared, blue eyes behind glasses peered at him.
'Waddya want?'
Edward smiled broadly, 'A place to stay.'
The boy behind the door shrugged and led Edward in. Once Edward was in the dim light the boy gasped. His eyes grew wide.
He turned to the stairs and shouted, "Race! You gotta twin!"
Derby: Bwee! Yay for happy Race fics! ^__^ Next chapter: Race & Edward Meet, the plan is formed.
