So Prince is Dead. Now What? (Seriously, people, what's going to happen?)

Dear Lord, is this seriously a fanfic that I'M writing? Aaaahhh, so excited…Yay! I hope you all enjoy my very first fanfic. Stick with me if you like the idea, but not the way I write it, because I will improve, or my name isn't Little Dragon Girl! BTW, I am LDG as Lolidragon's original name. Anyway…REVIEW! I accept criticism and compliments of all kinds (but I like constructive best) and tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Half Prince at all. Not even a little bit. WHY CAN'T I OWN IT? WHY WON'T THEY RESPOND TO THE 4000 LETTERS I WROTE THEM! Why was I born? I'm going to cry in the corner now…

Oh yeah, this was written from Lolidragon's point of view. I mean, she's the only character who's aware of almost everything that goes on (like Prince's secret, but unlike Prince, she's not totally oblivious to anything that's not blood or eating)…and she's evil (or at least I think she is-man, evil characters are fun to write for)…and who doesn't want to know what goes on inside of that head of hers? Of course, going into her head requires some special precaution, like a large, hefty frying pan to defend yourself with-a la DBZ-nerves of steel (actually, diamond might work better) and preparation for years of intensive and extraordinarily overpriced and expensive therapy. Everyone ready? Good! Let's go!

As I watched, Prince leaped forward. Red eyes flashing, he drove the Black Dao in his hand through the heart of the Dictator of Life as he activated the special program I'd written. I can't believe this is happening, that this is where the legend ends- the one we'd said we'd create together. "…Not the wives of the strongest players. We will be the strongest players." As this ran through my mind, as I watched the powerful, proud figure activate the program and it charge through the dao in a burst of light, I couldn't help but think of his secret. No. Her secret. And the day it all began…

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It all started one day during summer vacation…for those who go to school. I, however, am apparently getting A JOB! I'm going to kill you, father. Damn you for making kicking me out of the house and making necessary for me to become a f****g Hidden GM! For the last time, I really didn't see how much that doll set I bought for the heck of it- despite the fact that I am 15 years too old to play with dolls- costs $1,000,000? That's not too bad, is it? Or that diamond jewelry set was just a little pricey? Or those Chanel gowns might cost a bit too much? Like we can't afford it, since you, my dad, is the president of the soon- to- be-huge Second Life? Wasn't it a little overboard too cut off my credit cards and make me get a job? (AN: The first person who can tell me where I took the credit card cutting and job getting from will get an oneshot story of their choice written by me. I challenge youuuuu! That's how sure I am no one will get it.) Dad, I will get you for this even if it kills me, I thought as I entered the character setting up room where I would help people design their characters. Mwa-ha-ha-ha-huh?

A bright white light had popped up in the center of the room, and from it had fallen a person, who I examined in confusion. The game hadn't officially launched yet, and wasn't supposed to for another few minutes. It was only later I found out the truth…The girl sprawled out on the floor had set her clock five minutes early so she'd never be late for appointments and had forgotten…(sweatdrop)

Anyway, the girl stood up. She was rather pretty, with big dark eyes, medium length thick dark hair, and a sweet face. However, she was nothing compared to a super ultra-beauty such as myself (and anyway, her looks were not as maturely beautiful as mine, just little-girl-cutie). Well, looks like mine don't bless everyone. I'd could say I pity the girls that aren't as beautiful as myself…but then I'd be lying. Heh heh heh…

So the girl asks to see herself as a beastman and a human. Probably going for a physical class. Weird. Most girls shoot for a class that uses magic or speed, not strength. And just when I was certain the girl wanted to be a human (I mean, the beastman was hideous) she said something seriously weird. Had I heard her right?

"You want to be a GUY?" I asked, my voice rising incredulously. She nodded.

"But- I mean- You DO know that people will want to help you and protect you if you're a girl. Leveling up, getting items, gaining fame…Everything will be a lot easier if you're a girl." Oops. Apparently, wrong thing to say. Her big round eyes narrowed. She was seriously pissed.

"A damn NPC like you shouldn't care. Just do it!" she hissed.

Why the heck did she think I was a NPC? LOOK, PEOPLE. Just because someone in a game is an unearthly beauty and has a very stiff expression doesn't mean she's an NPC. This girl's in for a surprise.

"Okay, so I'll just ask my superiors if that's allowed, since gender changes usually aren't. That showed you! Oh, that look on your face when you realized I wasn't a NPC was priceless. A minute later, I came back from my conference and told her the facts.

"Usually, gender changes aren't allowed, but since you were the first player to ever log on, they're gonna make an exception. So, let's go! Do you want to be 30% beautified or uglified?" She chose beautified (duh). And after I made the change, she asked to be seen as an elf. Why? Because elves are hotter than humans. And why would she care about looks. One word: BISHIE!

The elf was of medium height and had a swordsman's build: Narrow hips and broad shoulders. He was slim and had shaggy silver hair and large, gleaming red eyes. And his features were so noble yet delicate, he made my heart skip. Eye candy…oh….ah….so pretty…

"If you want to get a sex change, I'll be your girlfriend," I couldn't help saying before plunging into a deep debate over the character. She wanted to be a warrior, so she thought she couldn't be an elf. Ha! Don't you know that it's illegal not to be that handsome if given the chance? You want to be a warrior? Go to HFIL! You are NOT denying me-I mean, all the ladies of Second Life- such eye candy. So I forced- um, convinced- her to stay as an elf with the same exact features. Then we set about designing her character. You have zero style sense. That's it! I'm going to design your eye candy- I mean character. Stop arguing! You should be happy to have a girl with such wonderful style sense designing your bishie- I mean character. Finally, I got it into her pretty little head that I was the one calling the shots (Only took 2 hours!). Only one thing remained.

"What should the name be?"

"XXX."

No way. She wasn't using that name. I can't even think it; it kills me so to think of such a perfectly designed character- courtesy of moi, of course- using such a hideous, ridiculous name. So I- I mean, we- shortened it to Prince. And sent her (after telling the cutie to PM me, obviously) to the Central Continent. Next, after designing about fifty characters (all less interesting than Prince) for various people, I set about designing my own character. I was going to be a Hidden GM, and I was going to dominate Second Life, with Prince, the ultimate bishie by my side. Therefore, I had to be every bit as beautiful as Prince was handsome, so I could stand next to Prince rightfully…and intimidate all the girls who were going to chase after him in very cruel, self-esteem destroying way (for them). He he he….

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I snapped back to reality as Prince, the rest of Odd Squad, and I walked out of the huge Temple of the Dictator of Life. Walking out onto the lawn with the rest of us trailing slightly behind, Prince sheathed her beloved dao with a single fluid motion. A pang hit my heart as I realized that was the last time she'd ever use that magnificent, powerful sword. And she knows it. I can see it in her face. Our army hadn't gone to the temple with us, as Prince had insisted, so they were camped in a clearing a few minutes away.

Prince then spoke. "Well, you guys all know I'm going to disappear in a few minutes. I have a plan of how things should play out. Lolidragon has all the details. Don't blame her or try to press her for more than she'll say; she's being a saint for taking this role in the first place." I blushed.

Prince walked up to me. "Thanks for everything. I owe you big time…or I would, if you hadn't shamelessly tried to do some pretty insane stuff to me," I almost giggled and fell into our routine of bickering, but didn't. "Please tell Odd Squad what we agreed."

"Okay," was all I could say. He went down the line, saying goodbyes to those he'd been closest to. Meatbun, Kenshin, Sunshine, Nan Gong Zui, Fairsky, Wicked, Ice Phoenix, Gui, Wolf, Yu Lian, and White Rose he all whispered something to. When he arrived at Doll, after whispering something to her, he kissed her.

Fanfic-first chapter-COMPLETE! (Bad, overly dramatic pose struck, like in Pokémon, or DBZ's Ginyu Force-or the "Great" Saiyaman. I die a little every time I see him on screen.) And with over 1500 words! I hope you all continue to read me. Things might not be what they appear…would Prince really kiss Doll? Maybe Lolidragon's hallucinating, maybe not, maybe something is amiss…This will probably get released once every week or 2, since I'm planning on starting a Dragon Ball Z fanfic, and will keep it going at the same time as this. Check it out once it's posted. AND REVIEW! If you don't like the flashback structure, I'm going to be doing a lot of it, so tell me and I'll change it if enough people do.

Thanks to my beta chicaalterego! Be sure to check out her profile for lots of great Sun Knight and Half Prince stories.