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Red: this is a very relaxed written story, sorry if you wanted more but, honestly...it really busy with karate and Little Bump is updated twice sometimes three times a week~ I'm at least trying though!
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Shizuo was raised like any other normal guy in Keisairuo.
Every since he could walk it had been sword training, speach training, husband care, family care, country care. God, Roayls, and Country.
Very few boys became anything but a knight.
And even fewer made it to the castle as a Royal Knight.
A protector of good. Soldier of peace. Defender rom evil.
Even when he was growing up Shizuo would hear about how the Heiwajima clan were always peasent, but very well respected Knights.
His dream.
Become a royal knight, and prove the Heiwajima name.
But most in his family were calm, peaceful. They seeked peace, and avoided the fighting.
Then there was Shizuo.
The personification of violence.
His strength since he was young rivaled that of hundreds of men. And his temper was astounding, unrelenting and unpredictable.
Shizuo strived to be the perfect Knight.
Rules to his life.
Honor friendship.
Obedience to parents.
Loyalty to country.
Loyalty to Royals.
No retreat in battle.
No mistreating the bearers, or women.
When in fighting chose with sense and honor.
With his strength he made his way ontop of all his physical classes, with his temper he nearly failed all his academic classes.
If it weren't for his doctor friend. Shinra.
Shinra was his only friend before highschool.
Then during their first year he met Kadota, a fellow Knight.
But he also met him.
Izaya.
The black hair, blood red eyes, and sadistic controlling and trolling smirk drove the blond mad.
Shizuo loathed the flea. Ever since they met it was hate at first sight.
His stomach would flip, his mind would fuzz, and Shizuo hated it. He hated the younger male.
Everyday for three years, seven days a week, sometimes ten times a day, they would fight through the whole city. Leaving massive wrecks of everything.
Izaya would provoke, and Shizuo would snap and respond.
Three full years of pure unadulterated loathing. From both ends.
Shizuo kept his studies, and goals in mind even as he fought the raven. Hoping to end the flea, or seriously injure, so he would never set foot near any of the royals.
The selection. Shizuo knew that the royal was in his year. Everyone in their year did.
And he was gonna do anything to protect her, or him, from the raven flea.
The bleached blond was also afraid of the selection.
What if he hurt his wife? What if he was placed with a bearer!? If it was a bearer he was even more afraid of hurting them. The selection in his mind Was going to be hell.
At seventeen the day came to leave for the islands. All the knights had to go.
Shizuo and Kadota walked side by side with the other males as they waved goodbye to friends and family. And mostly the girls that were to become their wives.
The blond knight moved slowly, no possessions like everyone else.
Only in a white tunic and black pants.
The islands were a very dangerous place. Shizuo was mentally preparing for them. And mostly for seven years of being stuck with the flea. On and island... Trying to stay alive... Fuck.
He growls.
'I'll fucking kill him.'
The girls and bearers were behind ropes waving goodbyes, and generally trying to make good last impressions.
Shizuo didn't wave to any girl, or any of the bearers. Though he only saw one so far.
He kept his gaze to the docks, and the boats.
Then he saw him.
Behind the rope, with the girls saying goodbye.
Ruby eyes full of mischief.
Shizuo stopped in his tacks.
His carmel eyes widening.
"Fucking Flea, you're a bearer!?.
Izaya laughs,"goes against everything you were taught, ne?" His classic smirk adorned on his pale face. "It's ok if you never return. The island is a place for those who can control themselves."
Shizuo stood a moment longer, those words flying through his head. A pit forming in his stomach.
He didn't respond, just turned. Leaving his raven ruby eyed enemy behind.
He sat in the boat. His home disappearing in the distance.
A new thought dawning on him. 'Seven years with out him... After three years of his calls...'
The sunset, and it rose. His thoughts focussing on one thing.
'I might miss him...'
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Seven years of a daily, and nightly hell past. Constant combat. Constant survival.
Codes, honor, control. Shizuo used his strength to make his way through the ranks. He stood tall, and ready for anything.
But deeper inside. While others chatted about girls, and bearers, he could only think of Izaya.
Seven years, seven long years of separation. He cursed his mind, but couldn't help the feeling of loneliness that settled inside.
He really did miss the flea.
And that was what kept him going. Though he never admitted it.
He just wanted to see that smirk, to feel that pale skin, or hear the ravens laughter.
Seven long years, and he realized very quickly it was going to be seven long years of longing.
He watched as others arrived, and others left. Aware that with each boat was another year.
Twenty four years old.
The boats came for the seventh time. And this time, he and the other knights returned.
Home hadn't changed much, and rain came the first day of standing.
Shizuo chose to be towards the back. In faint hope of seeing the raven.
His family had come and welcomed him home, smiles of their faces.
Shinra had even visited, and now stood inline as well.
Many wished the men luck. The second day came and went.
And the ladies began to line.
He saw many pretty faces, but none interested him. Then he smelt something familiar. He held back the smirk on his face, and looked around.
Seven years of separation and he could smell the flea.
It was an all day affair. He stood, and day dreamed as couples were chosen. He suddenly saw him and Izaya being chosen, and shivered.
'Ok, that was too weird.' A frown found it's way onto his handsome face. 'Shit... Why did it have to be him?!'
He focused on the people meeting their matches. They would hug, and smile at each other before heading towards the boats. Ready to spend the next two weeks on the romantic get away trip.
Shizuo's stomach drops. 'What if I but her when we hug? What if she already has a love? What if...'
His own thoughts were cut off by gun shots.
There was a lot of commotion. He and a few knights jumped from the line and ran into the fight.
It was only a few intruders, and the oldes shouted for them to fall back.
"Get chosen! The royal has yet to be selected!"
Shizuo stood first, next as he saw him. Izaya run past them.
The raven hadn't aged. He was a black haired flea like before.
He spoke to the Duke who was doing the callings.
Shizuo frowned. 'Now I remember why I hate this guy...fucking manipulative bastard.'
He felt a small growl, but held it back when a golden laced contract was pulled.
""And now announcing! His royal, the bearer son of his beauty and fariness Queen Hibiya Orihara, and the son of his majesty the brave and mighty King Delic Orihara. The lovely and mighty Prince Izaya Orihara."
Shizuo would one fallen over if he weren't so shocked.
The male... The flea he had been trying to kill... The bearer he had began to regret... 'Hes...the royal!'
The blond held his breath. Blood pumping through his veins. He had always been trying to kill the bearer, who was the rucking royal!
" by the power of the gods Heinil and Isarvei vested into me, I announce, his heinous's future!"
Izaya looks into the line of ten. Shizuo sees how his eyes never purchased onto the brute.
"The future mighty king of these lands! The one who will take the beloved Izaya's hand in matrimony is... Sir..."
'Not me... Not me...' Shizuo had the mantra in his mind on repeat. He couldn't face Izaya like this. Nor could he face the. Oriharas... The Royals... He didn't even want to be a royal knight anymore.
"Shizuo Heiwajima!"
Shizuo never felt so nervous, afraid, pissed, and blind sided in his life.
Izaya stood frozen to his spot, eyes locking on to the blond male.
The crowed as going insane and trumpets sounded. But to Shizuo and Izaya the world just sounded blank. Empty, and laughing at them both.
They would have to embrace and stand before the people. They had to also give a speech. They had to dress up in royal, and go away for two weeks before...spending their lives stuck together.
Fuck.
Shit.
No curse words could fill this blank in their minds.
Shizuo stood before the shorter. Making eye contact.
He saw that Izaya was to in shock to even move, so he had to speak first.
"Izaya..." Shizuo held out a hand, placing it onto the ravens shoulder.
He pulled the smaller male in to his embrace.
"Our future king and queen! Shizuo Heiwajima, and Izaya Orihara!" The speaker shouts.
Izaya stiffened in the hug, and slowly wrapped his arms around the brute. He wanted to run, to bolt his room shut, and hide away.
But he couldn't.
He whole life had led him to this point.
"Shizu-chan..."
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red: here's this ...incredibly short chapter...I didn't even...wow.., sorry guys...hope you enjoyed it... And about the time era for this... it was based off of a dream, Soo...hell if I know, make it up yourself! Til next time!
izaya: comment, fav, suggestions are welcome, and uhh idk... Romantic stuff
red: I'm tired, and wrote this in An hour... Woah... It's not the best I've ever done, but hey... It's up...So please, have a nice day。*\(^o^)/*
