AN: This is my idea of what might have happened if Ryoki and Hatsumi had never gotten into that fight when they were little kids. Completely AU but I hope you enjoy this different view of my favorite two lovers.
Disclaimer: don't own it, never will. Happy now?
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5 Years Old
"You can't play with him," a little king sat on his rooftop throne issuing orders to the ragtag servant.
"But why? Azuza-kun's nice," she protests, her hands clutched in her rose pattern skirt.
"You're my friend. You can't be his friend and mine. You have to choose," the tremor of young possession laces his words and just a touch of fear. What if she decides to be that new kids friends instead of his?
"But why can't I be friends with both of you?" a whiney confusion counteracts.
"Look are you my friend?" more a statement then a question.
"Yes," hesitant, not sure if he really sees her as a friend or not.
"Do you still want to be my friend?" Quicker now, demanding.
"Y-yes," still hesitant but enough. Nervous confusion shown in her wide eyes.
"Good. Then you won't be his friend," satisfaction is evident as he leans back in his make shift throne.
"But," the little girl tries to reason.
"But nothing, you're my friend," the king's word is finale. My friend, nobody else's.