The Tale of Two Princes -Prologue
Daemons: the scourge of this world, the dark spot upon the land, the root f all that is evil. At least, that is what he was always raised to believe, and that's to be expected, being the Prince of Angels.
"Now then, Prince Naruto, today you must stay out of council," lectures the prince's keeper, Iruka. "That means no interruptions, no bad-mouthing and above all no pranks!"
"Yeah, I got it," the loud-mouthed prince replies, his disappointment evident in his voice. The two are currently walking through the giant corridors of the Castle of Angeli, nearing the room where council will be held today.
"Good, but just to be sure, you're not allowed near the meeting room today."
"What? What am I supposed to do all day?"
"I don't know; just…just find someone to play with." Seeing the little prince's saddened face, Iruka sighs. "I'm sorry, I'm just following orders. I'm sure you'll find something to do," and with that he disappears inside the stuffy room filled with leaders from all other kingdoms in the land.
Finding nothing of interest in the castle, Naruto decides to roam the surrounding fields, one in particular that is filled with many kinds of flowers. He comes here often, enjoying the peace and the bright colors of petals, which is why finding a moving black patch among them is so surprising.
"Hello?"
Angels: the fear of this world, the menace of the land, to root of all deception. At least, that is what e was always raised to believe, and that's to be expected, being the Prince of Daemons.
"I trust that there won't be any disturbances on your part," says the prince's keeper, Kakashi. The quiet prince merely nods in reply. "Alright, well, it seems you're not permitted to attend the meeting, so I'm afraid you'll have to find something else to do." Without another word, the prince begins to walk away. "Prince Sasuke," his steps halt, "please try and be nice today," Kakashi says with a slight smile, hidden beneath his mask, as he slips inside the meeting room. The prince glares, then continues on his way. Something around here must be somewhat less boring.
Looking out from one of the castle's many bridged hallways he sees a field out in the distance filled with several different kinds of flora. It may not be the most interesting thing to look at, but it's better than nothing, so he makes his way towards the contrastingly happy colors. Once he reaches the field and walks around for a while, he finds a peculiar flower, one he's never seen before: a blue rose. While he is inspecting it, another being nears him and call to the Daemon Prince's crouched form.
"Hello?"