Kaname Kuran, a prince who finds life a hell of one dreary imprisonment, with nothing to look forward to, expect, nor do, until he takes over the throne and kingdom of the king that he'll become. But when a captured prince of an enemy of his father captures his attention, life in the castle just isn't as boring anymore. He'll definitely get more — adventure, excitement, and drama — than what he'd bargained for, especially with the mysterious, secretive, and detached Prince Zero bounded on his grasps.
Disclaimer: Not mine, and never will be.
Warning/s: (for now)
Alternative Universe (oh you'll see!)
(extreme) OOC-ness
(More to come, soon! – evilcackle – )
A/N: Just a small thought that grew in to a weird, weird plot that's very hard to get out of my head (seriously!). Here is a prologue to what I hope would be a story that I could handle/manage. I've already began the first chapter (to which I've already given a title, that is due to probable change: False Pride – smugly face – ), and if I don't update this by this week, then don't expect one! Haha, JK! (I hope!)
BTW: about my other beloved ficcie that I seemed to have abandoned for quite awhile now (err... months?), AEF, I do NOT know what to do!! So don't expect an update (soon)! LOL, wish me luck! Haha!
Happy reading, though I assume you'll be just dead bored. :)
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Stuck In Oblivion
Prologue: Piqued Curiosity
Like the proud boy I grew up as, I couldn't help the wide, honest grin spread across my face, as I stand, breathing an air of arrogance, with an expression of enthusiasm, anxiety, and eagerness, all put together in one strong face, masked by gentility, and discretion, one I've grown so used to, despite the truth in it. It's nothing strange, nor cruel, just an obligation needed to be done, once in a while, to prevent an emotion from leaking out in the open. An empty front that said nothing but dominance, and power, few things I couldn't wait to actually have — soon, in the near future, if all goes well, and good — and not anything at all that made me feel like the responsible, precocious prince that I was born to be, pressured, and, though I'll never admit out loud, with my peers, molded into perfection, and propriety.
I, Kaname Kuran, an heir to the throne of the reign of my father, Haruka Kuran, of his kingdom, that soon shall be mine; the Moon Kingdom — an abundant, and prosperous region that my father built out of immense blood, and casualty.
Blood and casualty, the reason that I am standing here, like one silly, dim-witted fool, unguarded, unprotected, and unmasked of any rule, manner, caution, and even patience that would help me think in unlikable situations that is only inevitable to happen, but, most of all, I know that I am currently lacking the right etiquette and character of the wise, tactful prince that I — supposedly — am.
I know I shouldn't have been so careless, and reckless, by rushing to this huge, luxurious room, from what I could tell through the gigantic, and exquisitely-designed to an overboard point of elaboration, and exaggeration, and, for the lack of a better word, luxurious doors, that supposedly, from what I was told, held inside a great accomplishment to my account.
How could I not feel so giddy, nor childishly irrational, and rash, when I was told that my kingdom's enemy — meaning mine — had been nothing more but a trapped dog inside this... putting the immense structure of the room aside... prison? Captured, and bounded by one of my guards, effortlessly in ease, and now could be as good as nothing more but filth that did not belong here, an enemy held captive in my kingdom, whereas here was just a little too good for him. That is why soon, he'd be nothing more but dead — soon, depending on my mood. Of course, the only reason this boy was still alive, and breathing until now — and perhaps, even being pampered with the castle's accommodations, and treat, except for a few boundaries, here, and there, a thought that made me feel like such the sadist that I am — was for diplomatic purposes, to my advantages, and nothing more.
Information. Whether I must force it out of the boy, myself, I will acquire the information that is to my heart's content.
It has been years, and from what I've been hearing... this boy's kingdom has been in warfare with mine for so long now. A never-ending, bloody feud that I couldn't help but feel disgusted with, when I could only see no appropriate reason for all the bloodshed, and casualty this war had caused way too much already. It sucked. But what would suck more is the fact that I'm not even hearing anything at all about the history of this pointless warfare! How could I seek reason for what I'd say pointless, and futile — and I must say, my word, well to me, at least, is law I'd strongly believe, and stand for — when there's nothing to look in? Whenever I'd ask my father or even just anyone about how all this — crap — began... oh for crying out loud! Couldn't I even receive just one decent answer, for pete's sake?! And to think that there is this undeniable possibility that this dirty chaos of my kingdom and this pitiful boy's, would be, without doubt, passed on to me — and him, if he were to live, if I'd let him live, that is.
'The Sun Kingdom! It's all their fault!' they'd say, like though as if it was the brutal truth. We are no prince for nothing, after all, and — especially from what I've been hearing about this boy, numerous heroic hearsays, and an intellect that may as well equal mine, which, without sounding arrogant, or conceited, is truly something, I'll give him that — I know that there is something more to the history of this feud than any of my subjects, and family would let me on.
And this boy, this... 'Prince Zero' will tell me...
...or else he dies immediately after my quick petty visit, what I'd call a charity show of mine, for his life — that will soon be a slow, excruciating death as the information he provides shall well-deserve, and I'd be the judge of that. Torture and gruesome pain shall hunt this boy, in a very special way that is in the standards of Satan, himself.
So he better give me answers that are true, and useful, or else...
I couldn't help but heave a quiet, exhausted, yet amused, sigh from a breathless, raspy throat. I think I am becoming a little too sadistic for my own good!
Or, I'm just really desperate for information.
Yeah, let's go with that instead.
And as I grip the cold, taunting knobs of this prison-hole for Prince Zero, soon to be nothing more but ashes left for coal and incineration for the fireplace I have in my room — and as I thought of this, I couldn't help but imagine the Prince of the Sun Kingdom lying defeated on the floor, bleeding dry, or burned toast, which, one way or another, would be for my entertainment and fun, I couldn't help but grin widely at my already obvious win. I really am turning into a sadist, aren't I? I took a deep breath for all the anxiety and enthusiasm on my nerves. I have no time for them in the moment.
All I could think of right now is the searing curiosity in my chest, piqued by the sudden, unexpected arrival of this angel, in my case, is what I'd call the 'what-would-be-an-informative-boy', that, I'd make sure of, which then, shall be going on his way, soon, to hell — and I'll be there to make sure that all shall play fit.
Alright then, here goes.
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Next chapter preview (in short, so far what I've done, and a not so very good job at that!):
With eyes hazed, and glazed all over — for — this boy, I hadn't realize the close proximity I've walked in between us, until I saw the all-too familiar emblem wrapped around his neck.
An intricate symbol that held no meaning to me, yet strongly affected me with a strong, fierce, and uncontrollable desire for the bloodshed, and screams — of this youthful boy — that, as it would seem, just couldn't be suppressed so easily with restraint, and tact, especially with my mind in the state of something I wouldn't call wise.
An enemy is an enemy; and an enemy is only good for an appetizing meal for my pets, my bloodthirsty pets.
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-Iki-chan :)
