The White Knight.
The description of 'a crazy knight for a crazy king' was definitely perfect for a delicious-looking sociopath clad in white. Giotto Vongola is a simple Minister of Defense dealing with hectic warfare, but one night in paradise with the White Knight of Holy Millefiore Empire changes everything indefinitely. G27; hints of 10027.
Giotto... loved Princess Uni.
Truly, the little lady was just a bundle of gold and sunshine mixed into one. She was one of the very few things that stood as a reason for him to enjoy his life in the royal palace. And it truly pained him to no end when he was forced to stay in the military wing of the palace instead of joining the festivities downstairs. The little lady had turned eleven and the entire nation was celebrating it.
Well, the entire nation excluding him.
So Giotto frowned at the world map on top of his desk. Several lands were crossed out, seeing as they became parts of the Holy Millefiore Empire after a horridly short siege. His eyes traveled to the uncrossed mark that said Vindice Continent, the place where their enemy for the world domination quest resided. Led by a brilliant man named Jagger von Vichtenstein, they'd been neck to neck with the Holy Empire ever since they issued their quest of World Domination. Giotto didn't care about it all that much though, he was just here to plan and win those wars, after all.
But, no, he wasn't the one who won all those wars. He wasn't the one who conquered almost every part of the northern sphere of the globe into submission. He wasn't the one who obliterate the countless nations who strive to survive.
It was him.
It was the very reason why he had to sit out Princess Uni's eleventh birthday and sit down at his dauntingly cold office.
BLAM!
...and he was the very reason why Giotto would have to replace his mahogany doors with something else entirely just because the dipshit- hero had kicked it into opening instead of knocking or using his hands like a normal person.
Standing with his hands bound in straitjacket and an oddly satisfied grin on his face was the White Knight of the Holy Empire. The very man- boy who had slaughtered the previous Emperor in front of the national television just a few minutes after an official coup d'état by the Imperial Prince Byakuran Gesso was issued. Giotto himself had been a supporter of the Third Imperial Prince instead of the lazy bum Emperor and the huge jerks he called his two first sons, but he still found this man frightening.
He had many names, and he used them like he always used his medals and badges, carelessly. There was a time he was called Jack Frost, or that time he was called Enma Kozato, or that time when he fancied the same name as Giotto just to spite the Minister of Defence. The point was; nobody but Emperor Byakuran knew his real name. And Giotto was going to stick with referring him with the name he'd used to submit the report with.
"Cheshire," man, he felt dumb just by saying that name. "I'm bored with that name already after you whisper it so eloquently, Minister." The little prick yawned. "I should pick a new name already, it's getting too boring to hear you call it like a whiny slut on bed-"
"Cheshire!" He breathed out angrily as he rubbed his temple tiredly. He wanted to finish this quickly and kiss Uni a happy birthday already. "Just... just give me your report already..." He practically breathed out the words in reluctance.
"Bad news is you might need to replace those monkeys you assigned to be my subordinate," again? This was the fiftieth time this month! "Good news is you should invent another medal to give me. I took down the Vindice's Alejandro base with only my ship, so you don't need any major repairs on the others."
This was the only reason Giotto even put up with this spoiled, bratty knight who wasn't even a royalty. When Giotto was the war-planner, the strategist, and the man who pulled all the strings, Cheshire was the bazooka who'd obliterate the enemy's plan into oblivion. It was expensive to clothe, feed, and train all those babbling recruits who might not be able to win his war than to just... rely on the White Knight of the King.
With only his white battleship (Nuts, he so deliberately named), the White Knight was able to subdue hundreds of country just by nuking the hell out of the Laem Continent and obliterating several countries into submission. The Laem Continent was destroyed, but it belonged to the Holy Empire anyways.
He forced the Lancaster Continent into submission just by going on a mad manslaughter from state to state and he filmed all of that in his handycam and posted it in the international television. The Holy Empire's newly appointed Emperor, Emperor Gesso then boldly stated for the entire world to hear that the Holy Millefiore Empire will unite the globe and strive under his orders.
And now, all three continents of the northern globe sphere was part of the Holy Empire already. Giotto planned that, he made that happen. He'd deployed people, seized the country in the middle of their chaos, and issued orders to the White Knight as the only other authority over him beside the Emperor himself.
Their only remaining enemy would be dominion of the southern sphere of the globe, the Vindice.
Very little was known about their sworn enemy except for their occasional attack. Ever since the White Knight joined the ranks, they'd been rather intense though.
But back to the problem at hand.
"Cheshire-"
"Damnit Minister, call me Kozato."
Giotto sighed. Oh well, he liked Kozato better than Cheshire. It didn't make him feel stupid whenever he addressed the kid seriously. "Kozato," Giotto breathed out patiently. "I want you to take a unit. A small group of people to serve under your command and you cannot interchange the members, nor can you leave them to die."
"Why?" The question sounded curious enough to warrant the fact that the kid seriously wanted to know. "Are you implying that I can't take care of myself, Minister? After I've brought down all those continents and won your wars?" Those utterly adorable brown eyes peered at Giotto in disapproval. A small pout graced his normally-grinning mouth. Damn, did he mention the fact that the White Knight looked utterly adorable?
He stood at 5'5" max and had gravity-defying brown hair. He also had this pale complexion and chocolate-colored orbs that would sometimes widen in sheer madness. Giotto had seen this boy pummeling thousands of military recruits thrice his size into the ground, reducing all of them into babbling mess.
"It's not that," Giotto sighed. He lost count at how many times he sighed whenever he dealt with this particular knight. "While you are a cra- uncontrollable asset of military and a huge pain on my arse... you are also our country's national treasure. I want you to be watched at all times." Being blunt was always Giotto's front whenever dealing with this child. He seemed to appreciate Giotto's honesty, though.
Normally, as a politician and a warlord, Giotto chose, trim, and selected his words carefully. He always managed his words, giving no weakness to spot on. Average palace workers would be able to tell that Minister Giotto was an earnest yet fearsome warlord with soft spot for children like Princess Uni and rational irritation towards the White Knight, all according to plan.
But the White Knight always managed to pushed him in all the wrong ways. Giotto couldn't choose, trim, or select his words when he was in the presence of the mad knight. The sheer indifference had made Giotto feel pity towards one of the most scandalous person in the entire Holy Empire. There was no way that someone who'd blown a continent with a nuke feel nothing at all. He... must've been lonely.
But, that was out of protocol.
"I don't need to be watched. I can take care of myself." The little prick pouted stubbornly. "I know you can, but I'd like it if someone takes care of you..." Another front he'd used (although not preferable) was affectionate front. The White Knight will always recoil and bend to his will just to escape from softly spoken words and affectionate gestures. How? He never knew.
Giotto stood up from his seat and placed himself right in front of the White Knight, who began to shift uncomfortably. His eyes flitted nervously from side to side as Giotto drew nearer to his personal bubble. That was weird. He'd never seen the infamous sociopath looking this nervous.
Maybe he wasn't a sociopath at all?
But then he nodded, the madness returning apparent to his eyes. "Okay, I'll let you get me a unit." He said, grinning from ear to ear. "But, I want something from you."
Giotto smiled a restrained smile. "Tell me."
"I want sex-"
"I'll give you the finest woman in the Empire, women, if you want them."
"No, I want sex with you. I want you to fuck me so hard with your prim uptight coc-"
Giotto silenced him with a glare, but then the crazy knight tore off his straitjacket and revealed his bare body. "Damnit, Kozato." The blond whispered as he saw the eloquent, pale, and flawless skin of the most eligible bachelor in the entire Empire. Yes, he was the most eligible young bachelor with issues.
Giotto knew from the very first time Byakuran introduced him to the palace... that he'd like it dirty.
Damn, damn, damn.
"Fuck me, Minister." He sounded... devilish. This was not good. This was crazy. This was out of the fucking protocol.
But it was the very reason that the Minister of Defense, the honorable Giotto Vongola had missed on the First Imperial Princess Uni's eleventh birthday.
Giotto woke up the next morning in his office with the White Knight curled up on the sofa like a cat. He was purring, still soundly asleep. And Giotto found him... cute.
But then the minister shook his head. He needed to get everything under control. He wasn't about to let his sexual frustration get in the way of his war planning. He was the warlord, the controller. Kozato, and that wasn't even his real name, was the war machine, the warrior.
"None of this..." he said as he redressed in his dress shirt, pants, and suit. "... is going to leave my office." It still smelled like sex in the air, and he knew that nobody would be fooled if they actually entered. When Kozato woke up, he was going to shoo the knight away and told him not to make any blunder. It was easy to keep this within his walls given nobody even entered his office besides Koza-
"I see that you've been playing with my cat, Giotto-kun." Giotto turned his head almost immediately. His face flushed into a deep shade of vermillion red as the Emperor of the Holy Empire leaned on his door, grinning at him. "M-Majesty...!" Giotto took a deep breath to compose himself from his shocked stupor before bidding the Majesty a good morning.
His Imperial Majesty didn't seem to be interested in formalities as he ignored Giotto and strode to the armchair, where the White Knight (the crazy, the impossible-to-tame White Knight) was purring like a cat in his sleep. The Emperor stroke his fluffy brown hair before manhandling him like how he would Cosmo, Princess Uni's cat. The White Knight didn't stir at all, he continued to purr like there was nothing wrong.
"This will not change anything, Majesty. Kozato and I will continue to maintain our relationship as Superior and Subordinate, sir." The Emperor only chuckled as he looked at Giotto with his piercing violet gaze. "I think I'm rather glad that my cat has finally found another toy to play with, Giotto-kun. And Uni is expecting you in the dining room, she was quite upset, you see?"
Giotto bowed down as he left the room, taking the White Knight with him.
Back then, it didn't cross his mind that a night out of protocol would turn into something horridly permanent in the future.
T or M? Oneshot or Series? G27 or 10027? Questions, questions...
Inspired by Code Geass (Suzaku Kururugi, the hottest piece of ass in the entire history of pilots) and Magi -Labyrinth of Magic-.
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