Just a simple story I was inspired to write. Those caught up in their Tsubasa might recognise where I found the inspiration. C:

Stories.

Ashura had rescued Fay when the boy was about seven years old.

First there'd been a hot meal, followed by a bath with soft scented soap and clean, warm clothing. Then a haircut; long, golden locks falling softly to the floor with barely a whisper.

Last of all, and possibly best, there was a bed. Not a pile of hay or dirty rags in the corner, a real bed. When Fay was lifted by the dark-haired king into it, the young boy could only marvel at how plush it was. He sank into it, and the pillows were fluffy and soft.

Fay grew accustomed to his new way of life very slowly. It took him several days to gather the courage enough to even look at Ashura. However, the king was a patient man. He would hold the blonde's hand as they walked about the castle, bathe him every evening, and tuck him into bed with a kiss every night.

Ashura soon learned that Fay loved stories, and before sleep he would read the boy a book. Often they were mostly pictures, but as time progressed Fay became more interested in the stories themselves.

One evening, several months later, Ashura was holding a short picture-book, while Fay sat contentedly in his lap. Fay had proven sleepier than usual, so Ashura had made sure to make this storytime brief, despite the boy's protests.

"Once upon a time," said the king in a soft voice, "There was a young prince. He had been imprisoned as a child, and had grown up without anyone who loved him. However, he was rescued in time to learn what love could be. He grew up to be a strong, handsome young man; one who would conquer lands and save damsels, fight dragons and win the hands of maidens. One who would have his whole life ahead of him to be happy.

"But one day, his chosen had chosen a path for him that he wasn't sure about. Could things continue the way they had, or would things fall to ruin? Even the prince didn't know for sure." Ashura stopped; Fay was softly dozing, curled in the king's lap. Ashura closed the book quietly, without disturbing the boy, then lifted him out of his lap and into his bed. He pulled the covers up to his chin, brushed the hair gently out of his eyes, and kissed the boy's forehead. He turned to go, but something caught his sleeve; a small hand had attached itself to his robe. Fay gazed at him sleepily.

"Will... Will the prince have a happy ending?" the blonde mumbled.

" ...I don't know," the king admitted.

"I hope so," breathed Fay. Then his eyes closed, and he was asleep. Ashura looked back at him for several moments, watching his small chest rise and fall.

"I hope so, too."

End.

Blehh; I wrote that forever ago in about five minutes. I revised it a bit before posting, because it was pretty dreaful beforehand. But I hope you enjoy it. Comments are greatly appreciated.

Note: There is no sequel to this. It's a one-shot. So I won't be continuing this. Basically.