Yaoi-haters, you have been warned, no da.
Author's note: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi or the city known as Atlantis, no da
Prelude
The moon's ethereal light shimmered on the ocean's
surface, the gentle waves broken only by the occasional nocturnal ocean
creature. Far below the dark surface, a coronation was taking place.
Following the passing of Miramase, the thirty-eighth
king of Atlantis since it's settlement on earth, his eldest of two sons
was ascending to the throne. The nineteen-year-old was not only the
youngest to be crowned in the history of Atlantis, the average age of a
new being 50 and the average rule being one hundred years, but it was rare
for the son of a king to take the throne. Unfortunately for the eldest
prince, his father had died in an accident, leaving him with an extended
rule as he had yet to even consider a bride. The young prince groaned
as rites were read and pledges of loyalty made, but none of it mattered
to him. He was going to be surrounded by advisors for the next one
hundred years and be forced to wed one of the "choice" women of their city.
His golden eyes strayed to the golden trident, the symbol of the ruler's
power, as it was handed to him; a gold ring set on his head so it rested
just above his slender eyebrows, pinning his midnight blue bangs to his
forehead until the attendant freed them. He rose from the throne
and took a step forward, the crimson cape he wore shifting slightly and
barely touching the ground. He wore black pants and boots that were
indistinguishable from each other; his bare chest and arms were well toned,
but far from being over developed. His eyes fell to his younger brother
who kneeled at his side. The teen was only one year his junior and
looked up at his brother with clear mahogany eyes, his own light blue bangs
hanging over his left eye. He was amused that his brother had been
allowed to come to the coronation wearing an off-white shirt and ever-green
pants when he had been told to wear crimson and black like his brother.
He looked over his subjects as they were all bowing
to him as well, his attendants, clad in white, doing the same at his side.
"All hail the new king!" the head advisor called
out.
"All hail Lord Hikou, King of all Atlantis!"
The cry rang through the room, echoing off the high ceilings that were
adorned with painting of Atlantis' long history.
And thus began the rule of King Hikou and the troubles
that were soon to follow.
Author's note: Well, good idea? Bad idea? What says you
people? PLEASE REVIEW, NO DA!!!