Here's an all new story. It's a romance/comedy to make you laugh and smile and maybe turnyouon. Hurhur. I got rid of Thine Heights. I've learned a lot about writing and I'm publishing this to express that. Enjoy guys.
Prologue: The Matchmaker's Club
Under Fisher's rule, the love a person feels is divided into three specific sectors in which each sector is understood or "defined" by one "law". Attraction was the individualized and romantic form of desire for a specific candidate for mating or otherwise sharing company, lust --- the initial passionate sexual desire that promotes mating, and attachment --- the ability to tolerate a partner or spouse through rough or questionable situations or just a long length of time in general. If a relationship of any kind missed any of these concepts, the relationship was notably condemned to failure or considered unhealthy.
The Desland High School Matchmaker's Club understood these laws and based most of the club regulations on them. By keeping strict and detailed charts, the club was able to track and plan which candidates would be most suitable for each other depending on personal preferences including look, personality, age, and previous relationship experience data. This made matchmaking much easier and results usually kept consistent with Fisher's rule meaning relationships were healthy and fortunate. Of course, people are unpredictable beings and a lot of the time, had to be analyzed further in order to be sure they could find a soul mate; even if that meant breaking the laws.
However, to be able to find the "perks" of love within the human mind, one must have countless amounts of experience and must be unbelievably observant.
This was where "Prince" Riku, Desland Matchmaker Club President of class 2-A came into the picture.
Renowned throughout the school for not only his amazing matching accuracy but his blessed symmetry in beauty and body, Riku always came to the rescue when laws were broken and charts didn't add up. There was no problem he couldn't solve; no feud he couldn't handle; no bitch or bull he couldn't put up with --- well, for a very specific length of time that is, of course. There was no person that could top him.
Not that anyone completely knew of, anyway. Not that it mattered.
Even from the beginning of his first year in junior high, everyone knew he had a gift for discerning and it was when he had become fed up with giving free advice was when Riku decided to recruit his friends and begin "The Matchmaker's Club", accessible to all student bodies. Immediately, it was a hit and it carried on. Girls and boys from all kinds of backgrounds and personalities searched out the club's guidance in relationship matters and thanks to the laws, charts, and very patient friends, it made Riku's job much easier. Even to this day, everything went smoothly. "Business" was booming and the matches were made with careful selection. Everything was perfect. The matches were perfect, school was perfect, Riku was perfect, his life was perfect… just perfect, perfect, perfect. Everything he needed, wanted, and longed for, was already in his possession --- perfect.
Though, of course as Fisher says, "When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target". It was this "law" that Riku so carelessly ignored.
There was something missing in the luxurious, knowledgeable, and seemingly perfect life of this Prince.
And cliché was overly-obvious.