Papa! Can You Hear Me!

Chapter 1

Luneth sat in his room surrounded in his favorite color purple. The night had crept upon him all too early and he wasn't in any way ready for bed. Only one thought came to mind of how to tire himself out but, he had chosen not pursue such perverted things. He folded his arms in contemplation of another way. Maybe he would go bother his father Emperor Mateus until they both fell asleep. This appealed to his playful nature. 'This could be fun!" Luneth's palms rubbed together maliciously. His father had been in his throne room, as usual. Instead of sitting at his throne, he sat a little way over at a desk attending to emperor-like duties. His glasses plastered on his face like they always were. Luneth walked into the throne room or hall, according to its size. He tiptoed over to his father's desk. Attempting not to catch his father's attention. His silk purple pajamas wrinkled as he bent over behind a pillar. Crawling over to the table sat beside his father with his tea, piping hot, on it. Luneth climbed underneath the table. Mateus, who was in no way oblivious to his offspring's presence, shifted a little preparing for whatever his son had in store for him. He had decided to let the boy have at least a little fun.

Emperor grabbed hold of his tea and tried to ignore the boy's plans. He sipped it lightly and sat it back on the table. Luneth silently crawled from underneath trying to make no sound as he did so, but he couldn't help it as his long blonde hair got caught on a nail underneath the table. A little rumbling let go as he snatched the strands of hair from underneath. Luneth stood quietly and pulled a little pouch from his pajama pocket. He silently poured the contents of the pouch into the cup of tea and crouched behind his father's chair. Emperor not paying attention to his son's antics picked up the cup of tea and took a long sip from it and sat it back down. Seconds later Mateus's head dropped onto the desk with a thud. Luneth thrust his hand in the air in victory. "It worked!" Luneth jumped on the desktop and picked his father's head up and grabbed the ink quill his father had been using. With a smile on his face Luneth drew many different scribbles on his parent's face. He knew his mother would lecture him later on this, but it was worth it. After he was done his, he placed the ink quill back where he found it and left the throne room. As he closed the door, he yawned to himself. "That took a lot of preparing, now I'm pretty tired." With a smirk at the door behind him, he left back off to bed.

A/N: Just a little short story I could make a Chapter 2 if I get enough reviews, but otherwise I won't think on it.