A/N: Hi everyone! I'm back again and this time with a new story! This is part 1 to a 2 part fic written in a lighthearted manner in Takuto's POV. (Sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes. Don't have a beta but I tried to catch as many of the mistakes as I can) Tell me if you like it! Enjoy!

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(Fate breaking love will be updated shortly. In the next chapter: Mitsuki is finally going to school with two hot guys by her side. How will the fan girls react? Find out soon!)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Full Moon wo Sagashite.

King Kira: 40

Queen Kira: 38

Takuto Kira: 18

Izumi Rio: 19

Mitsuki Koga: 14

Madoka Wakamatsu: 18

Meroko Yui: 18

Aoi Koga: 35

Hazuki Kouyama: 32

Fuzuki Kouyama: 50

A long, long time ago, in a kingdom far away…

"Father, is it absolutely necessary to have this ball on my birthday party? Can't it be just a family thing like it always has been?" I asked as I increased my pace to keep up with father who was trying to escape my pestering questions.

"Son, it is absolutely necessary for you to find a bride. You are eighteen years old, nineteen in 2 weeks; you need to get married so I can give the throne to you in a couple of years." Father stated with a voice of complete authority.

"But I don't want to marry some random girl at a ball… I want to marry a girl I truly love…" I muttered grudgingly.

Father suddenly stopped, causing me to crash into him. He sighed and said slowly as if he was tired of this topic, "Takuto, we've been over this before haven't we? These girls are not some random girls off the street. They are hand-picked princesses or daughters of notable subjects that are of prime and proper families. A lot better than those girls you find in the village where they have to work in the fields and such."

I didn't talk anymore. It was the end of the question. My father was right, we've been over this more times than I can count; and they all ended in my defeat. I really don't see why I have to choose one of these girls as my future bride. 'Prime and proper' was what I was afraid of. From what I've figured out in my fifteen years of experience (let's not count the time when I was still in a crib), there are only two 'breeds' of princesses, or notable girls in this matter. There are:

1. The overly submissive and quiet individuals, or

2. The loud and noisy rumors starting ones

Just my luck. I'm not being stereotypical here. After years and years of spending my wonderful Friday evenings at not so exciting balls or parties, I've come to those conclusions and believe me, they are definitely correct. If there is a girl out there in this world that is not part of those two categories, I swear, I'll marry her right away. I slowly trudged back to my room and when I opened it I saw the one and only Izumi sitting on a couch playing with my guitar.

Izumi is the prince of a near by kingdom. He's the only child like me except he doesn't seem too happy back at his home so he hikes out in mine. He mentioned something about his parents fighting a lot and it gets to him. I guess I would run away too if my parents fight non-stop. I wouldn't want to be part of it. Izumi is my best friend and we met when I was three years old and he was four years old:

The memory is still as fresh as if it happened just yesterday. I attended a party with my parents similar to the ones now, except everyone I knew now was a lot smaller. I was pretty shy back then, enclosed in my own little bubble. I mean how can you not be paranoid when older girls would come up for no reason and pinch you in the face? It hurts man; it hurts after a couple dozen of girls coming up to you and starts cooing. Whoever said that 'there's more to a girl than a pretty face' is correct.

Well, Izumi was the one that popped that bubble and contributed to who I am now. I was in the courtyard towards the end of the party, hiding from those evil girls when something hit me on my head. I looked down and I found a piece of rock on the tiled floor. I picked it up, but I couldn't tell which direction it came from until another one hit me on my head. I turned around and chucked the rock with as much power as my little hand would give into a seemingly innocent berry bush.

"Owie…" someone said. I walked a little closer to the bush and a boy, no bigger than me clad in yellow jumped out and pounced on me.

"Hey!" I said and we both started laughing. I'm kind of surprised now that I wasn't mad at him. It's probably because I've never had so much fun and excitement before and I guess neither did he.

"Who are you? I'm Izumi Rio, the most cu… no handsome boy in the whole wide ooniverse."

"I'm Takuto. What's… hand…handbum and ooniverse?"

"It's HANDS-O-M-E. It means I'm… Ok, you know that word that girls always say? It starts with a 'c' and it is bad if we say it? It kind of means pretty."

"Yeah I guess so; I've had enough experience with that word. What about it?"

"Well it means that except its ok for guys to say it."

I made a face, "All right if you say so… what's an ooniverse then?"

"Ooniverse means really, really big. You know the world is big right?"

I nodded.

"Well the ooniverse is even bigger. Got it? You should tell your mommy to get you a teacher. I'm FOUR years old and I've had a teacher for almost half a year now!"

I still smile at the thought. Five minutes of vocabulary learning lead to fifteen years of ongoing and perpetual friendship. It's funny how things work in this world.

I smiled at Izumi and greeted, "Hey Izumi having fun?"

Izumi looked up from the guitar and said, "You know what Ta-kun? I've been thinking there is something about using other peoples stuff."

I gave him a confused look.

"Ok, that didn't really come out right. So like for example: your guitar. We bought the exact guitar, at the same shop, at the same time, yet yours sound better than mine. Someone should investigate on that phenomenon, it's weird."

I laughed, "Is that all Izumi? And I was standing here thinking you have some grand hypothesis. Well, if you want we can trade guitars. I don't mind."

He shook his head and set the guitar back into its leather case, "Na..., it's going to lose its allure the moment I walk into my house with it." Izumi gave his 'evil' smile and said, "I'll just come here when I want to play the guitar."

"Ok sure… you do that. You practically live here anyway. So what brings you here so early in the morning? You usually don't come until lunch time (for all the obvious reasons)," I asked while sitting down next to him.

Izumi nudged me in the stomach, hard. "You lucky guy, your parents are practically giving you a bachelor party for your birthday and you get first pick at all the princesses. I'll be your best man right? Make sure to save some for me."

I made a face, "Well, you can take all of them if you like. I probably won't find a girl I like from there anyway."

I paused and asked, "Hey wait Izumi, don't you already have a girlfriend? The one you met last month at a party?"

Izumi shrugged, "Oh you mean Hana? Let's just say flowers have the tendency to wither and lose its appeal rather quickly." (A/N: Hana is the Japanese word for flower)

"Izumi, you're despicable. Stop playing around and hurting numerous of girls' hearts," I said with utter discontent.

"Hey our morals are different so let's not start a fight over it," Izumi replied. He crossed his legs casually and smiled, "Besides, they all know what they are up for. Is it my fault if they come to me with their own free will? Just admit it Ta-kun. I'm just irresistibly good looking. It's as simple as that."

"You are incorrigible you sadist," I spat out.

"Ah, looks like someone has finally figured me out. Don't tell the girls now Ta-kun." Izumi grinned lazily. "By the way, when are the girls coming?"

"Today," I answered, "Father wants me to 'get to know them' a little more. He expects be to make my decision on my birthday. I hate it when my parents pave the road to the future for me. Look, they even wrote out this 'elaborate' speech that I have to give."

I stood up, went to a drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment paper and handed it to Izumi.

Izumi took the paper, unfolded it and started to read, "Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for taking the time from your busy schedules to come to my humble nineteenth birthday party. I am honored to be accompanied by your presence on such an important occasion…" Izumi burst out laughing and was almost to the verge of tearing. "Oh man, I feel sorry for you. It is so sugar-coated…"

I gave him the 'no-duh' look.

"… I say important because today is not only the date of my birthday, but also the day that I will choose my bride. XXXXX will my wife. Even though we've only met for a short two weeks, I know I will love her for the rest of my life. I love her attitude, her poise, her XXX sparkling eyes, I love everything about her…"

I couldn't stand hearing it anymore and I told Izumi to stop. I folded the paper back up and placed it back at the most obscure and hidden place in my drawer to ensure that I wouldn't accidentally encounter it when I open my cabinet.

A knock was heard and after Izumi said 'come in', a maid in her early twenties walked in.

"Hey, Michiko, what is it?" I asked.

"Sir, the madam sent me to tell you that the princesses will be arriving shortly, in about an hour. She wants you to change into this." Michiko said as she handed me a white box with both hands.

"Great," I muttered under my breath and said to Michiko, "Thanks. Tell mother that I'll be down in an hour."

Michiko bowed and left.

"Hey Ta-kun, do you mind if I go with you?" Izumi asked while I opened the box to find a white suit with a light purple dress shirt and a white tie.

"Not at all, come if you like. Just put on something nice so my mother doesn't go ballistic. You can tell that she wants every thing to be perfect. Look at this, not a wrinkle in sight."

That hour went my awfully fast. I walked down to the entrance hall with Izumi just as the trumpets sounded. I glanced out the window and saw a whole line of trumpeters dressed in red. The floor was covered with a red carpet too from as far as I can see. Izumi was dressed in the traditional black and white and when my mother saw him, she went ballistic, but in the good way. My mother always thought of him as her own child because he was always staying at our home and also, apparently I had an older brother but he died when he was still a baby because of the small pox. Izumi was around his age so mother thinks very fondly of him.

"You two know what to do right? When the princesses come in, make sure to give them a warm welcome and kiss their hand. Do try to come up with something different every time. Or at least think of five different phrases and interchange between them." she said.

I gave an involuntary shiver. I guess she saw that because she then added, "Don't worry dear; there's only fifty girls. We kept the list short."

How can she keep a straight face while saying that? In my opinion, I think it is absolutely unsanitary. I would rather choose to shake hands and Izumi will probably go for a hug. We took our positions with Izumi closest to the door, and then me to his right and my mother to my right. Now that I think about it, I really want to switch with Izumi because with me standing there, that means I have to kiss the place where Izumi kissed too. I hope that's not the equivalent of me kissing him fifty times.

The door opened as slowly as a snail crossing the finish line. However I'll cut them some slack. It was a heavy fifteen feet metal door covered with a layer of gold and took six butlers to pull it open. I don't know what will happen in a crisis. We'll never get the doors open in time to run away since all of our doors leading to the outside are made from the same material. It's probably safe to say that we'll get a higher rate of escaping during a siege if we jumped down from my second story bedroom window than to use the doors.

The princesses and the other girls walked in one by one. They all looked about my age with only a few younger ones as exceptions. You can tell if the girls are princesses because they were required to wear tiaras. I don't like that rule because it seems like it separates the girls into two different groups. After Izumi and I greeted them and my mother gave them a hug, there were a whole line of butlers personally ushering each one to the waiting room. It took around 15 minutes to get them all into the room. While we were making our way to the waiting area ourselves, with my mother leading, Izumi whispered to me,

"Hey did you see number eighteen? She was hot!"

I rolled my eyes and said in disbelief, "you actually counted?"

"Of course, number thirty five wasn't too bad either. The one with pink hair; Do you remember her?"

Izumi will always be Izumi I guess. He never fails to amuse me.

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