The Cross Dressing Prince
A/N: Yay! A new story! This story, hopefully, won't exceed 15 chapters. I was actually going to have this story only have maybe 5-10 chapters at the most. As for the word length, this will sort of be average. Sorry for those who enjoy longer chapters.
Warning: AU. May contain some slight OOC as well.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned, but I don't. All rights belong to Bisco Hatori.
Chapter One
It was a beautiful Saturday morning in which the birds were chirping. The bees were buzzing about. The sun was shining. The servants were up and at it, in high hopes to be able to catch a glimpse at the young prince just after he woke up. The servants had been whispering amongst themselves about how the prince had captured their hearts without him knowing. There had been rumors spread around the castle that the prince was just as charming as soon as he was awoken. However, today was not a normal day at all.
"Tell me again why I have to be up at seven o'clock in morning today?" The young prince, who happened to have brown oval eyes, and shoulder length brown hair asked in annoyance.
"Would you like me to tell you your agenda now, while you get dressed or after you have been fed, Your Highness?" A man with long, curly red hair was busy trying to get the young lord to actually wake up. It was the job of the adviser to get this particular job done. The others would just continue to stare at the young lord, and not even make a move to wake him. The adviser sighed silently.
"Food first, then the agenda." Came the response. The adviser immediately went to dispatch the kitchens that the young lord was indeed awake and would like his normal breakfast. Once that had been completed, the young adviser returned to his master To see how he was fairing.
"Young Lord? Are you ready?" He hoped that his voice didn't sound too desperate.
"Almost, Ranka-san. You can meet me downstairs in the dining room, if you wish." Came the muffled reply from behind the door.
"I will remain outside, as per your father's orders. But, your breakfast should be ready soon." Ranka told the young lord. A few minutes later, Ranka's jaw dropped. The young lord had decided to dress in a female's attire, make up included.
"W-w-what kind of attire is that?" Sputtered a shocked Ranka.
"It is exactly what it looks like. Female attire for this function that Lady Renge had invited me to. But, I forgot that this would be everyone else's first time seeing me in this. So, can you pretend that I am not the young lord for now?" Questioned the young lord.
"Very well, princess. I shall escort you down to the dining hall. I will have to apologize that our young lord won't be able to grace your beauty with his presence today, as he hasn't been feeling well." Ranka said to the girl now on his arm.
"Oh, that is no problem. I did come over unannounced. Besides, that is what a cousin is for. And, I do realize that he hadn't been feeling well. I did get a chance to visit with him this morning." The femininity of the giggle surprised Ranka, but not nearly enough as to how fast his lord had thought of a cover story.
Moments later, the duo reached the hall. Being careful not to ruin the dress that his young master was wearing (which he hadn't quite found out the reason for yet), Ranka continued the whole act of being the gentleman.