Hi! This is nila vanathi's sister (again.)

Anyway, I randomly came up with a new plot for an AU story. I'm having lots of fun writing it. So, here is the prologue!

August 13th, -52.

Inui stared hard at the prophecy in his hands, shaking his head in despair. This was not good. Definitely not good.

'Probability of our kingdom being destroyed: 89.58%.'

It took a moment for that to sink in. Then,

"Fuji-san! " he screamed, as he ran out of the room.

Fuji Syuusuke stepped into the hallway calmly. When he saw Inui panting and running at him full speed, he merely raised an eyebrow and moved away to avoid being hit.

"Inui…?"

Inui slowed to a stop, and then bowed hastily. "Your Majesty, Fuji-san, I- I was just sent…" he shook his head and held out the piece of paper. "…a prophecy. I believe it was made by was made by Yanagi-san of Sviria. He sent it to me himself."

Fuji stiffened as he took the paper. The kingdom and Sviria were long time rivals, and he disapproved of Inui's friendship with Yanagi.

As he scanned the writing, his eyes widened in shock. He looked at Inui in disbelief. "Are you sure this is genuine?" he asked.

Inui nodded once. "Of course, your majesty. You know Yanagi-san."

Sadly, he did. Yanagi was one of the best fortune tellers of the century. If it had been made by him…he shook his head. "What could it mean?"

Inui cleared his throat. "On the day the month of the demons ends

His power shall be unleashed

As the Great Ones fall, his control over all

Will make their hatred increase

He, the one with golden eyes,

Will fail to see what's true,

At last, the kingdom in ruins will be

And only one will stand of Two.

"First of all, there is this really powerful golden-eyed boy, who seems to have quite a big role in the future. It says 'control over all', so I presume that he can control either time, space, or the elements. The Great Ones definitely means the kingdom and Sviria. At the end, either Sviria or Ismira will be destroyed." He cleared his throat again. "Of course, this is all just presumption. The prophecy could mean something else entirely."

Fuji nodded slowly, tapping the wall as he thought. "At least we have a start," he said. "We know who to look for."

"Yes, golden eyes do seem rather uncommon."

"Precisely." Fuji thought for another moment. "Inform my father at once," he ordered, "and let Tezuka know as well. Our guards will also have to be increased in case of an attack. " He straightened up, and started towards his room. "The rest, my father will decide. But make sure he understands how serious this is."

Inui nodded, bowed, and left in search of the king.

Fuji opened his eyes fully, and glared into space.

'This time, Yukimura won't win.'

A plan started taking shape in his mind, and he grinned maniacally. 'He most definitely won't.'

November 21st, -52

"Ryoma, for the last time, he didn't mean to kick Karupin!"

Ryoma stubbornly continued glaring at the boy across the street, muttering something under his breath.

"I heard that!"

Ryoma winced slightly.

His mother sighed and sat down next to him, frowning as she looked up at the sky. "It looks like rain tomorrow." She turned to her son. "It's getting cold, Ryoma. Do you want me to start a fire? It will be a while before your father gets home."

The boy shrugged.

Rinko shook her head and headed inside the hut. Bringing out some firewood and a packet of cheap matches, she tried to start a fire. It wasn't happening.

Just then, the boy across the street turned around and stuck his tongue out at Ryoma. "I'll get your stupid cat next time!" he called.

Ryoma's glare intensified. Next to him, the wood successfully burst into flames.

"Oh, look! The match sticks work!" His mother exclaimed.

"I don't care!" Ryoma snapped. Fuming, he marched inside.

Golden eyes.

He had travelled through so many villages in disguise, and only now did he see a boy with golden eyes.

'That's him. That's the boy in the prophecy.'

Easily hiding himself behind a tree, Fuji waited, his heart beating fast. If he had any clue about the boys powers, he would know what he was looking for. But, tight now, he was just looking for anything out of the ordinary.

He did not need to wait long. As he watched, the woman tried to light a fire, then finally gave it up. The boy across the street shouted at the golden-eyed boy, whose name was Ryoma, and a fire danced in his eyes. Next to him, the firewood burst into flames.

He saw shock in the woman's eyes, and she quickly grabbed the matchsticks and pretended to have lit the fire herself. The boy fell for it.

'She knows, but doesn't want to tell him. I wonder why…?'

As the boy stood up and marched inside the hut, Fuji frowned. The boy was young, maybe only ten years old. That made him five years younger than himself. Also, the family seemed really poor. The hut they were staying in wasn't even standard sized. It was tiny.

When the woman stayed outside, staring into the fire, he saw his opportunity. He came out of his hiding place, and walked closer to the hut. He stood right in front of the woman and smiled sweetly at her.

"Good evening," he said smoothly, in a voice full of authority. "My name is Fuji Syuusuke." He tugged his sleeve up slightly to show her his ring of Royalty, with the emblem of Ismira carved onto it.

The woman's eyes widened, and she jumped to her feet. "Y- Your highness! Prince Fuji! I-I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you!" she stammered.

"That is quite alright. But there are some things that I would like to speak to you about…" He opened his eyes fully, and looked at her seriously. "…such as your son."

The woman looked away. "Has he offended you in any way?"

Fuji shook his head. "No, no, no. I have merely come to know about his…extraordinary abilities."

The woman flinched. "Do you mean his ability to talk to cats?" she asked weakly.

"As interesting as that is, no. I meant his ability to control elements."

For a second, the woman's head dropped. Then she raised her gaze and stared at Fuji steadily. "You were spying. You saw him light the fire, didn't you?" she demanded, forgetting all respect.

Fuji raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I did see the fire. And you should be happy that I did because-"

The woman cut him off. "If you think I'll be happy that you randomly-"

Fuji glared at her furiously, making her fall silent. "You should be happy," he started again, "because if I hadn't, Yukimura would have found him."

"Yukimura…?" the woman breathed, her eyes widening. She took a step back. "But, how?"

"There is a prophecy about him. Most of us know about it. The only clue that it gives is that this boy has golden eyes. Your son is supposed to end up destroying the kingdom, or possibly Sviria."

The woman seemed frozen in place.

"So you see," he continued, "if Yukimura had found him, and he has been looking hard, he would have hypnotized him into working for Sviria, and thus destroying Ismira."

The woman nodded slowly, for lack of anything to say.

"You could send him with me. The palace is the safest place for him. He could work in the stables, and he could visit you every now and then. Yukimura wouldn't be able to come anywhere near him.

"Will you give him permission?"

The woman thought furiously. He drilled his eyes into her, wishing that he could influence her mind in some way or the other. The way Yukimura could.

"Well?" he prompted.

"Yes." The woman said. "I will let him. It will keep him safe."

Fuji smiled widely. "I will make arrangements to send seventy percent of his salary to you every month. I believe that would make your life more…" he paused, looking at the hut. "…comfortable."

The woman smiled wryly. "That it would."

She looked up at him. "Do you want to take him with you now?"

Fuji nodded. "As soon as possible."

She nodded in return and ducked inside the hut. Out of curiosity, Fuji followed.

The hut had only two rooms, and both of them were very, very small. Hand woven mats covered the floor, and the boy, Ryoma, was lying down on one in the corner of the room, with his cat curled up next to him.

His mother looked at him apologetically and kneeled next to her son, whispering quietly, and shaking him awake.

The boy awoke with a start. His eyes darted from place to place. If looks could kill, and walls were alive, they would have died quite a few times by now.

Fuji couldn't help being amused.

"Ryoma, this is Prince Fuji," the woman explained, as the boy stood up sleepily. "He's come to take you to work in the palace stables."

The boy perked up slightly. "Stables? With the horses?"

"Aah, with the horses. Your mother has already given you permission. If you finish packing, we can leave right now." Fuji looked out at the sky and frowned. "It is getting rather late."

Ryoma's eyes narrowed slightly. "What about my father?"

"Oh, Nanjiroh will agree. When you visit us again, you'll see him."

Fuji felt slightly guilty, but pushed the feeling away. 'He'll find out soon enough. His parents, well, that's a different story.'

The boy shrugged. "Okay then."

Fuji cleared his throat. "I would appreciate it if you made a quick job of packing."

Ryoma nodded vigorously. Packing wasn't so hard. He only needed a few, essential things, like some clothes and a toothbrush.

A few minutes later, he'd said his final goodbyes, and he and Fuji began the walk to the palace.

Neither of them spoke.

Then, "What is your mother's name? I never thought to ask."

"Echizen Rinko." Ryoma replied.

"And you are…?"

"Echizen Ryoma."

There was a pause.

"Ne, when do I get to go back?"

Fuji didn't reply.

"Um…Fuji-san?"

Fuji sighed. He'd hoped that this would wait until they got to the palace. "Well, never."

Ryoma stopped in his tracks. "Wh-what?"

Fuji sighed and turned around to face him. "You are not permitted to return to your home ever again. This is for your own safety, and so I expect it to be followed. Is that clear?"

Ryoma stared at him in disbelief. Guessing what he was thinking, Fuji said, "Yes, I did not tell your mother."

Guessing again, he added, "No, you can not run back, as I have a thousand spies positioned around you, who will catch you before you take two steps, and make your life miserable."

The boy remained silent, staring at the ground. Taking another wild guess, Fuji continued, "No, I am not an overgrown buffalo."

Ryoma looked at him suspiciously.

"Think of it as a golden opportunity," Fuji encouraged him. "You will receive a steady salary, most of which will be sent to your parents, which will help them a lot. And, uh, Karupin."

That said, Fuji walked ahead, knowing that the boy would follow.

And as Rinko looked outside her window, a gust of wind blew out the burning fire.

Well, decent sized prologue, isn't it?

Please review! They give me ideas!