Author's Message: Right, here is my newest story. I'm in the middle of reviewing for my college so expect me to update late. Still, I will manage my time to update my stories. Reviewing can make me feel like updating so please give me those comments.
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Disclaimer: I'm back in disclaiming Gakuen Alice. I think it is important. At any rate, this is not mine. I'm just borrowing Higuchi Tachibana's characters. She is the illustrious author of Gakuen Alice.
"There are things that cannot be owned by you."
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"I have my ears and eyes ubiquitously. Be afraid."
~Romantic Heir~
[Phase One]
The life in a palace.
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I'm trying hard to get out of this struggling.
None of them can see how I live.
How miserable I am to be in this place.
I'm being imprisoned.
Until when will I get out?
Until when can I fly away?
The light blew the darkness away and stood shining on the scene. The sky was starting to change from its dark color to a sky-blue with a mixture of light orange. Birds were up to chirp in each houses as its way of waking people up and by the time that they have finished their work they will flap their wings against a cool breeze. And yes, it is just an ordinary day, again. I stared at all the living things that God created. It's just perfectly amazing.
It is time for me to go fix myself. I walked ahead towards the bathroom to take a shower.
The bathroom which I am about to use now has an aroma surrounding. At the bath tub, the water is warm and there are rose petals scattered in it. My favorite and yet a relaxing song that can soothe my mind is playing as I hummed with it. Then after a minute, you can see a prepared bath robe and a towel on a console inside this bathroom.
I opened the door from my bathroom and swayed my body towards my closet. I saw the prepared clothes on the table and take a look on it. Yes, it is good. The pairings of the t-shirt with a long sleeve, the formal slacks, a belt, the pair of socks, and of course my watch, necklace and one earring.
As you can see, it was all prepared without me organizing it.
I have a simple dream in my mind and for once I want to know how it feels. It is to prepare these things by myself. I want my bathroom to be prepared by me and not by the maids. I want my outfit for today to be prepared by me and not by some kind of fashion expert.
In short, I want to live with normal life.
Going out of the room, I opened the door and took a very deep breath. I went downstairs and walked in the dining room. As usual, there's the chef, maid, the head maid, and the butler lined on the left side of this 20 sitter table. And I'm going to be sited at the end side of it. From the door of the dining room till my designated place is about three to five minutes walking. Yes, it is that long.
All the people who were in line to my left side bowed to me and after that, the maid pulled the heavy wooden chair for me to sit. As a gentleman it is the other way around. It should be the man who will pull the chair for a girl.
Well as I've said, I want to be normal.
"The Menu for today is shrimp fettuccine and chicken with mushroom gravy." The chef said as the butler reached out for the napkin with its printed white colored flower and golden glitters scattered into it; placed on the golden plate and flap it till it flattens then put it on my lap.
I looked intently at the utensils. There are three spoons, forks, and knives placed from the largest till the smallest and they are coated with golden brown color. Then I stared at the glass. The glass mouth was painted with gold and the rest was made of crystal. I ignored all these annoying rich things and proceed in eating my breakfast.
After eating, my personal secretary approached me. There were four limousine parked in front of the entrance. I presume that these limos are waiting for me.
"What's for today, Mimasaki-san?" I asked politely then saw her notebook on her lap as I entered the longest limousine.
"For now, Ruka-sama has time to meet his friends." She smiled.
Sixteen years old, Lin Mimasaki. I remembered the day that she confessed her love for me. After all we grew up together since childhood. I turned her down for I know that if we have that kind of relationship and if ever I developed my feelings for her, she will just be hurt in the end. She's been a part of my life and a friend of mine too so I will also be sad if she will be hurt because of me.
"Ruka-sama is finally going to meet Mikan-sama today…you feel happy, right?" She left out a fake smile that you can feel the hurt within her.
I love Ruka-sama so much!
I…I'm sorry…Mimasaki-san.
Do you by any chance, Ruka-sama love someone?
Yes…
It's Mikan-sama, right?
...I knew it.
She misunderstood everything because at that time, I didn't respond. Even now, she believes that I love my best friend, Mikan. Although, there's no one I love, for now. And I only said yes for her to stop liking me. Somehow, I feel guilty lying to her and I know she's hurting so much but I know that someday she will understand why I did that.
"Yes, I feel so happy."
It's not that I'm lying or anything. I'm happy because It's been awhile since I saw my friends and not because of some special feelings beyond friendship.
"Ruka-sama, do you intend to meet them at the cafeteria?" I nodded.
"Please inform Natsume and Mikan." I smiled at her while she took her cell phone out from her pocket and started to punch numbers. She looked at me as she closed her cell phone and put it back in her pocket.
"Natsume-sama and Mikan-sama are already at the café." I gave her a nod and stared blankly at the clouds.
"Then, I have to hurry."
I looked outside the window and saw normal people living life the way it should be. Some are laughing and some are running for maybe they woke up late so they have to rush to their workplace. I wonder how it feels like to be a normal person. I wonder how…
I always ask random questions to myself and somehow it's not helping me. More like giving me a puzzle and which made my head ache. Come to think of it, the more you think of your problems the more you can't solve them, right? In fact when I'm with my friends I feel like I'm a normal person.
"Ruka-sama, we're here."
I felt the presence of a palace guard opening the door for us. I went out and caught the people's attention. Everyone seems to be whispering about me like I became the center of attraction.
"Oh my goodness, that's Ruka Hyuuga!"
"No way! You're kidding, right?"
"He is so cool and handsome!"
"Uwaah, what a pretty face."
I groaned and at the same time I sighed. I hate it when people go like this, it's too damn annoying. Who would be happy if you are being the talk of the town? Maybe people who have no shame will be happy about it.
"Ruka-sama, there are many people in lined. Looks like Giardino di fiori café have a new menu to taste." Mimasaki said. She pointed somewhere while I followed her index finger's direction.
"All guards stay alert and don't let Ruka-sama be hurt by this bunch of people. We will go through the back door of the café and tell the manager that we will rent the café for the whole day."
"Yes, Lady Mimasaki."
"W-wait. What the hell are you doing Mimasaki-san?!"
"R-ruka sama…"
"You know that I hate it when I'm being treated like this! And worst is, it is by you!"
"B-but Ruka-sama--"
"All I want is to be normal around my friends!"
"I'm sor—I mean, my apologies, Ruka-sama."
"Stay back. I'm going in by myself and all of you should wait for me here outside the café. If you dare oppose me then you left me no other choice."
"Ruka-sama!"
What the hell was that? I walked making people step aside. I opened the door and looked around the café. Natsume waved his hands and smiled, a little.
"Yo, Ruka…" He took a sip in his chocolate frappe and looked outside the café.
Natsume Nogi. He is the infamous fifteen year old boy with his stoic expression. Too handsome that girl could die from it but one glare from him can let you live to hell. He is not your typical 'knight in shining armor' thus he's your typical bad boy type. Usually he hates chocolates. He said chocolates are creepy because it reminds him of ugly girls giving him chocolates when it's Valentines Day.
"Longtime no see, Natsume. It's odd, ordering a chocolate frappe. It's like a miracle for you to like chocolate." I let myself be seated on the chair as I followed his gaze.
"I want to try other drink for once." He rolled his eyes and groaned. "There are too many people outside now. Is it because of your presence?" He asked me and I got choked.
"Of course not!" He smirked at me and put his chin on his right hand.
"Heh…Mimasaki-san is getting prettier day by day. Are you going to continue ignoring a beautiful lady like her?"
"What?! If you want her then go approach her."
"As if I'll do that? Not even in your dreams."
That's right. Natsume won't do such things, what am I thinking? From my point of view he is not a playboy. He is absolutely not a playboy but he likes playing with woman's feelings. He loves to make woman cry because of him and really loves teasing them. Right, for sure he is a playboy!
"Ah! Ruka-sama!"
Mikan Sakura, a fifteen year old girl and a famous waitress in a café. Her petite body and silky white skin attracts many guys here in Tokyo. Always smiling giving a cheerful aura and her eyes always shine brightly--but her pigtails turns down her matured beauty.
"Mikan. You look cute in your uniform."
"Really? Hahaha, thanks, Ruka-sama!" She turned around and bowed at me like a princess.
"How many times should I tell you that you must not call me 'sama' and just my name?" I asked. It's been eleven years since we've become friends and still Mikan never called me just by my name.
"Well, us woman respect you so much Ruka-sama." She pulled out a sheet from her maiden costume pocket with a ball pen from the back of her ear.
"What woman are you saying? You are not a woman at all but I should consider you as a little girl." Natsume said, grinning like a devil while I really tried to stop myself from laughing.
"Y-you dumb ass! You are just jealous because women respect Ruka-sama more than anyone! And it would take a million years or even never for you to gain that kind of respect from women especially from me!" She's furiously catching her breath. It's shocking that she said that in one breath.
"Okay, Mikan just give me a cappuccino." I should cut out this mess before it become big.
"Y-yes Ruka-sama, anything else?"
"Hmm…give me one sansrival."
"Okay. One cappuccino and sansrival on the go!"
Yes. These two weird folks are my best friends who made me feel like a normal person. When I have my free time I always meet with them here in this café.
From all the golden things around my house and all the palace guard looking after me, the maids that woke me up and clean my room every second of the day, my personal secretary who looks after my schedule; when I'm here in this café, I feel much more sheltered and tidy with a free schedule.
For me, you don't need to be rich to gain happiness, you cannot buy a person's happiness and worst is you cannot pay a person to be your friend.
"Ruka-sama, there are too many people getting curious of you. We have to go, now."
"Mimasaki-san we've just arrived here about six minutes ago and you want us to leave this place already?"
"I'm sorry, Ruka-sama but the Medias might come to this place."
"I don't care."
"Bu-but--"
"Lin!"
That's my life, not happy at all. This is a crown prince lifestyle. My name is Ruka Hyuuga. I'm the crown prince of a nation called Japan in the age of fifteen years old. And I don't have any freedom in my fifteen years living on earth. Guess I won't be able to satisfy myself till the day I die and I won't live like how a normal person should be.
╪▌▀▄▀ →TO BE CONTINUED.← ▄▀▄▐╪
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P.S. Phase one edited and Pure Snow already completed.
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