* italic - thoughts
Second Piercing
The young Pierre sulked. "But I want it."
"You already have a pair of ear holes, my Prince." Juiliet said to his new Ogre master, his head low, bowing in respect.
"But I want my second piercing. I only have two holes, I want four!"
Juiliet frowned in surprise. Why in Magical World that Master Glace choose this boy to take over the place for the Prince of Ogres? Besides looking alike like Master Glace, this boy failed to impress him. He's merely a brat that wants his 'second piercing' done. Why would he want so many holes for? To decorate his ear with earrings?
"My Prince," Juiliet tried his best to sound as gentle and convincing, "You've just gotten your Noir heart, why not rest for a while? You're still too weak to walk around."
That said and little Pierre stopped his fussing, "Too weak to walk around? Who are you talking about, me?" All presence in the room stopped working on whatever they were doing and turned their attention to the Ogre Prince. Those words spoken were challenging and demanding at the same time; as if he was a duo, having two different personalities. Minutes before he was grunting about wanting his ears pierced, and now he stood there, his eyes as cold as ice. His words were low.
"Repeat yourself."
"M-my Prince," Juiliet was taken back, "I humbly apologise."
Pierre glared at his servant. This guy pisses me off. He focused his icy glare onto Juiliet's chest, and the outcome surprised him. Juiliet had his palm covering his chest where his heart stayed and was squirming in pain. Apparently the pain was too much, the silver haired man dropped to his knees, "My Prince, I-I apologize for my words, p-please s-stop…"
Not a single soul dared to speak nor move.
Upon hearing those weak words spoken, begging for his forgiveness, Pierre felt a stinging pain rising in his chest, as if something was fighting inside, as if something was racing to be the dominant part of the other.
He raised his hand to his chest, his fingers gripping hard onto the fabric just right above his chest, his knees weaken and he tumbled to the floor.
"Prince!" Juiliet rushed to Pierre's side, his pain was slowly subsidizing away, "Are you alright?" The boy had his eyes shut really tight. Juiliet spoke again, "Breathe in deeply."
Pierre obeyed, taking in slow deep breathes. Eventually his pain lessen, he opened his eyes again to feel himself lying heavily on Juiliet's chest. His chest was heaving up and down and his lungs still felt crumbled, but he braced himself, "I take back my actions."
Juiliet smiled, "I think it's better not to take back anything. If you're too kind I'm afraid your hearts might repel again."
"But I can't really remember my past," Pierre added weakly, he relaxed on his servant's chest.
Juiliet replied with a smile again, "Why, my Prince, you're none other than our Ogre Prince! And to master Glace is where our loyalties lie." He extended his arms and brought the prince to his bed, "Rest for now, my Prince. Do you still insist on getting your second piercing?"
"Screw the piercing," Pierre looked annoyed, "I just want to rest now."
A sly smile was carved across Juiliet's face, "Yes, please excuse us." He led all the presence in the prince's room out from Pierre's sight, the door closed in a 'click'. He smiled again, "He may be a bratty prince, but he'll definitely be a powerful wizard and a great use to the Ogres."
No doubt, Glace made the best choice in selecting Pierre, now known as the Prince of Ogres.
The End
A/N: SSR lovers, nice to meet you! this is my first SSR fanfiction, please Read and Review! tell me what you guys think..! (: Happy New Year! I just have the urge to write this when i wasn't allowed my third piercing. ^^