AN: I adopted this story! I loved the idea but just wanted it to be a bit longer. And yes I have permission.

A young prince by the name of Gary Oak lay bored out of his mind. Being a Prince wasn't all it was knocked up to be. Sure Gary loved the money and the girls and he didn't mind the fame either. Gary had everything anyone could ever want but still…..he felt a like something was missing.

Gary was brought out of his thoughts by a loud cry. Gary threw his crown on and ran outside it sounded like it was coming from under his window in the court yard.

When Gary got outside he saw about 10 slaves lined up, His Father, King of Pallet Land, was placing chains on a young boy.

The boy couldn't be any older than 13…Gary's age.

There was nothing particularly special about the boy but Gary couldn't help but stare.

Tears continually flowed out of the boys brown reddish eyes.

"I want my mother! Where's my mother!" The raven haired boy wailed.

WHACK!

Gary grimaced.

The boy stopped crying abruptly. Blood flowed freely from the side of this face.

"Father! Was that truly necessary!" Gary couldn't help himself.

"You dare question your king?!" His father roared just noticing his Son's presence.

"…No father." Gary sighed.

"Good. Since you're here this is your new personal slave."

The other slaves looked at him pitifully.

"Is that understood?"

The boy nodded silent tears streaming his face.

"Gary?"

"Yes Father, I understand perfectly." He began trudging of too his room before after throwing over his shoulder. "I don't wish to have supper today."

Gary honestly did try to sleep that night but all he could think of was the raven haired boy.

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Gary was awoken by a light tapping on his door.

"E-excuse me….Sir."

"Enter."

The same boy from yesterday hesitantly stepped inside Gary's large room.

He wore a maid's outfit?

Gary who was clad in boxers sat up in his bed and looked over the boy.

The boy set a tray with muffins and tea down on the night stand next to Gary's bed. Gary watched intently as the boy buzzed all around opening the shades and collecting dirty clothes and placing them in a basket all without saying a word.

"Can I ask you something?"

They boy jumped as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Y-Yes?"

"Why are you dressed as a girl….?"

The boy sniffled. "The King ordered me too….he said it's punishment….."

"Oh…" Gary felt strangely nervous….Afraid even…of what a boy dressed as a girl? No that can't be right Gary was a Prince.

"You're expected at breakfast in 30 minutes…."

"Okay…"

With that the young boy was gone…..

'Why does he make my heart pound…..he's just another slave…..isn't he?'