Magic Castle by Gaki

Just a little something that came to my head while listening to As One - Magic Castle. ^^; Random fluff? I think? ^^;

Hope you all enjoy. ^^v

There once was a princess who lived in a castle. She wasn't special in any way. She wasn't the most beautiful or the most talented. She was just a princess who lived in a castle. Although one thing separated her from all other princesses in the land. She kept to herself. She didn't like to attend parties, birthdays or even a ball. No, she'd spend her time alone in her room, staring out the window.

Years passed like this. She would ignore all suitors trying to get her attention. And as more years passed by, they stopped coming. Then people would start to talk about her behind her back. How she was so cold and aloof, ignoring people around her. Some say that she thinks of herself far too high for any suitor. Some said she was far too picky; it wasn't as if she were the last princess left.

Yet, she ignored all this. Not paying any heed to the servants of the castle. Only staying in her room day after day, looking out her window. Looking out as if she were waiting for someone to come. Someone far beyond the mountains that surrounded the kingdom. Someone who might be able to catch her attention and perhaps, take her away from this place.

Years passed by. No one came. Ever so slowly, her health began to fade. She soon became so sick that she could no longer leave her room, or the chair she sat in every day. Servants would come to feed and cleanse her. They never tried to talk to her. She was going to die soon, they all whispered among each other. She was going to die.

Three more years passed and the princess never left her seat beside the window. Her cheeks were soon hallow, her eyes dull and her skin a deathly pale color. Then the day came. Her eyes still looking out of her window in one of the tall towers, the princess let out a soft sigh. And as the sigh left her lips, a single tear fell from her eyes. She had waited all her life, looking out the window of her room, beyond the mountains of her kingdom for someone. She had sat in one place and waited her death, to die alone.

Using what strength she had left, the princess lifted herself up from her chair and slowly made her way towards her bed. And as she laid down, her eyes slowly closing, a white dove flew into her room and landed on her chair. But the princess didn't notice this, for the moment her eyes were completely closed; she was already in a deep sleep.

And no one knew of her death but the white dove sitting in her chair. No one knew until it was already too late.

And even in her death, they still spoke of her.

"She was a princess like no other," some would say.

"She was a fool, sitting alone in her room for all those years." Others muttered.

Only a few would ask themselves, "What was she waiting for?"

He turned and looked over at his partner. Having no idea why the other suddenly told him a strange fairy tale, he raised an eyebrow. "Why did you tell me that?"

Warm amethyst smiled at him on the other side of the bench. Tsuzuki leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head as he glanced sideways at Hisoka. He continued with his little tale.

"Soon, that was the question everyone in the kingdom was asking. And no one knew the exact answer to it. Only the princess knew what she was waiting for."

A pause. Tsuzuki closed his eyes, and then opened them again. Gazing at the soft white puffs of clouds above, he spoke.

"What do you think she was waiting for, Hisoka?"

The youth sitting beside him gave him a slight shrug. "A prince on a white horse?" It seemed like a good answer. Practically every fairy tale with princesses had a prince on a white horse.

Tsuzuki smiled and shook his head, glancing at him again. "Nope. She wasn't waiting for a prince on a white horse."

Letting out a slightly annoyed sigh, Hisoka rolled his eyes. "Then what was she waiting for?"

Tsuzuki leaned back up, looking at the ground for awhile before he turned to look into Hisoka's eyes. The boy looked back, waiting for the answer so he could get back to his book. It wasn't as if he wanted to know what the foolish princess was waiting for, of course not. He just wanted to get back to his book. It was far more interesting than some fairy tale Tsuzuki thought up of on a whim.

Tsuzuki spoke again, this time, his voice was softer. "The princess, you see, didn't live in an ordinary castle. She lived in a magic castle. A castle so high and big, that no one could ever get into."

"The servants were able to come in and out as they pleased." Hisoka pointed out.

Tsuzuki shook his head. "Shh, lemme tell the story." He grinned at the glare that was directed his way. "It wasn't an ordinary castle, Hisoka."

Crossing his arms, Hisoka raised an eyebrow. "What's so special about it?"

Tsuzuki stared at him for awhile until Hisoka began to shift slightly in his seat, becoming self conscience under the piercing violet eyes. He raised his hand, pressing a finger on Hisoka's forehead as he continued.

"It was a magic castle inside her mind." His eyes soften slightly. "You see, Hisoka. What the princess wanted, wasn't a handsome prince on a white horse to come and rescue her. She didn't want a lord or a king either. She just wanted someone who can see into her and love her for who she is." His hand fell back into his lap as he spoke.

There was a pregnant pause before Tsuzuki continued.

"And she never found that person."

He turned around in his seat, and gazed at the ground once again. A slight chuckle left his lips as he raised his head. "My sister used to tell me that story at night. I remember wanting to cry every time. 'Oneechan! It's so sad! Why didn't her special person find her?' I would say." His eyes became sober. "And she would hold me and tell me that not every story had a happy ending."

"The princess was an idiot," Hisoka muttered.

Tsuzuki looked over at his partner. "Why is that?"

Giving a snort like sniff, Hisoka turned his face away, glaring at nothing. "All those suitors who tried to win her hand, one of them could've been the one. Yet she pushed them all away. It was her own fault that she died alone."

Tsuzuki frowned. "Hisoka, you're so mean." He then smiled and leaned in close, staring into the boy's eyes. "Ne, Hisoka?"

Blinking owlishly at his partner and trying to fight down a blush, Hisoka leaned back. "What?"

Tsuzuki grinned, his voice teasing. "If someone tried to win your hand, would you push them away like the princess?"

Face flushing a bright red color, Hisoka sputtered. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU IDIOT?!"

"OUCH! You don't have to hit me! I was just teasing!"

"Shut up! I'm trying to read!"

"You're so meaaaaan!"

"I said, shut up!!"

"OUCH!"

"Ne, Hisoka? If someone tried to win your hand, would you push them away like the princess?"

Pausing half way down the page of his book, Hisoka stared at nothing. Crouching down beside a nearby tree, Tsuzuki was currently sniffing and muttering to himself at how mistreated he was. Glancing at the older shinigami from the corner of his eyes, Hisoka frowned slightly.

"Idiot."

I don't know…