Disclaimer: If I owned Weiss Kreuz – you'd know about it –winks-

Note: Ok – here goes my first Weiss Fanfic –closes eyes and crosses fingers- completely AU, and a definite AyaxOmi! –squeals- I really love this pairing and I thought that there were just too few on this site so I decided to add to the 'cause'. This is based off (literally) a story that I made up one night for sheer amusement. So here goes nothing; might be a bit OOC and off but hey – I wrote this for fun and I thought maybe a few of you might like it too lol so here you go!

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Princes – always handsome, always rich… but are they really pleasant? Prince Ran Fujimiya; he certainly wasn't the friendliest young man in the world. Sure – he looked a dream. He was everything a girl would want. His wealth, being royalty was far more than any meagre bounty a person could ever dream of; and his looks, if they were anything to go by – Ran would definitely hold the title for it, because his handsome good looks were incomparable in all the land.

However, even if his looks and certain air of enigmatic charisma attracted people to him; his personality was something that equally repelled them, albeit there was a surprisingly large amount of people who adamantly tried to claim the elusive young man's affections due to his delicious appearance and incredible mound of money; but he neither cared for them, or entertained them. In fact, he pointedly gave them the cold shoulder and only responded with short curtness, keeping all replies to the minimum – and now, he was already a year past the marrying age, for he was nineteen summers old; and the King and Queen were beginning to worry for with their only son's' wedding, they could finally resolve a rift between their kingdom, Dein and their neighbouring city, Lakinar, which constant fighting for the past five years had only come to a halt a year ago, when Ran turned eighteen and the weight of marriage loomed over his head.

Nevertheless, the boy treated the matter with the same indifference as he did with everything else – and nothing his parents could say or do could pressure him to act upon the predicament by offering his hand in marriage to the royalty of Lakinar's daughter – an averagely good-looking woman, who he cared nothing for, as with a lot of things. Their parents had almost given up on the idea of a wedding peace-treaty, but the royalty of Lakinar refused to have it any other way; and still – Ran has put them on hold for more then a year now; successfully evading every marriage attempt and trickery so far.

Even though he was a handsome young man, he wasn't an airhead. His looks weren't the only high status things he held. He was so much smarter than his peers, a scholar in his own rights, and sometimes, wiser than even his teachers – but in his own way, he was modest. His cleverness was something that he did not boast about, but did not go unknown to his parents and the court that followed his every move – when they could find him.

Ran was very good at evasive tactics. He wasn't the 'elusive' Prince for nothing.

Ran's daily life consisted of nothing more than his parents' continuous droning and persistent nagging for him to 'tie the knot' – so the more vehemently he avoided the subject. Another major part of his monotonous day was the simple fact that he played a little game called 'lose the court and fans' day in, day out with the maids and palace servants who decidedly wanted to be his 'shadow'; clamouring for any bit of his attention.

Just a stare from the handsome, enigmatic prince was enough to make some of the maids cry out in pleasure.

It was scary the extent some people were obsessed with the prince.

But Ran could look after himself more aptly than anyone ever knew.

After all, he sought a life of adventure – away from the monotony of his everyday circumstance, so he knew all the secret passageways and hideouts to his palace, and snuck out quite often to see the town outside the palace walls – to the 'commoners', who, he thought would serve better entertainment then the snobs he was forced to see every single day of his life.

Of course, he was smart enough to keep the fact hidden that he was the Prince of Dein from any fool, despite his dashing appearance; he somehow managed to pull off blending into the 'crowd' just fine, though it was clear that he wasn't just any 'commoner'.

He smiled as he thought of 'escaping' again – that night.

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Well uh – what can I say? It gets better? –puts fingers together- hope you guys liked it! (even if it's kinda... strange? lol)

Anyway, ciao!

Dragonfly

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