Title: Yatarella – A K Fairytale Fic
Author: modern warfare king
Fandom: K/ K Project
Pairing: Yata Misaki and Saruhiko Fushimi (and two other pairings)
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own nothing from K. lol I also don't own Cinderella. I only own the plot!
NOTE (PLEASE READ): An AU (alternate universe) shonen-ai fic. There's also cussing so be careful!


Setting: Nighttime at Shizume Kingdom


Chapter 3: Pre-Midnight Conflicts


"Huh? Did he just say something?" Yata thought to himself, raising an eyebrow at the dark blue haired royalty before him. Saruhiko's blue eyes appeared to be staring deeply into his hazel ones. The sadistic look he just had seemed like a lifetime ago. "Why's he giving me that weird look?"

Then out of the blue, the Prince put down his saber, his gaze still focused on Yata. The orange hair averted his eyes from the other, feeling uncomfortable and awkward all of a sudden. He didn't really like being stared at, especially by his potential-but-most-likely-would-never-happen-because-Yata-was-persistent-like-that love interest if he didn't give back his glass pink shoe within half an hour or so.

Yata didn't want to give Saruhiko the honor of looking through his soul. "What the hell are you—H-Hey!" His eyes widened when the Prince abruptly grabbed his wrist so firmly it forced him to let go of his baseball bat. Yata cursed under his breath. How could he let the creeper go over his head like that? And for the first time in his nineteen years of existence in this world… he panicked. Cold sweat dropped from his forehead. His hands trembled faintly. He felt desperate. Desperate for that very shoe. Prince Saruhiko, on the other hand, continued staring for what felt like an eternity.

"If I don't get the shoe in time… I'll…" The royalty stepped closer, invading Yata's personal space. "I'll…" His hand still tightly clutched Yata's wrist, insensitive of the orange hair's pain. "Let go of me, bastard!" Yata roared, struggling to break free of the Prince's forceful grasp. Saruhiko didn't pay attention and instead stepped in even closer. Yata's eyes widened when he looked back at the other. The Prince looked like he was about to go a killing spree with that peculiar facial expression of his whereas the orange hair's heart pounded in dread. "What's he gonna do now?!" he thought anxiously. "Don't tell me he's gonna drag me to the guards?!" He struggled even more. He simply just wanted to take the shoe back.

"I don't want—" Yata thought just as Prince Saruhiko unexpectedly leaned over and wrapped his arms around him. "—To fall in love…"

"!" Th-thump went Yata's heart.

"I finally found you, my lady," Saruhiko whispered ever so softly, hugging Yata tighter.

"What?! How did he-?!" Yata felt blood rush up to his head. He had never felt this way ever before in his life. His brain apparently had shut down for a moment because of it before it instantly turned back on. His screws were far from loose. He shoved the Prince away, his hazel eyes flaring. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" he snapped, infuriated. "You blind or something?! Is that why you wear glasses?! I'm a guy, for God's sake! I ain't got boobs! Why the hell would you—"

Saruhiko remained stoic as Yata ranted. The orange hair's over-the-top loud voice rang in his ears. It was more than enough. He rolled his eyes as he smirked and cupped the other's chin, to finally shut him up. Yata involuntarily obeyed and gulped. The Prince's smirk grew wider.

"I can tell whose eyes are those any day."

Yata wasn't going to give up without a fight. He wasn't going to let the Prince have his way. "But there are a lot of other people in the whole freakin' world with eyes like mine! Did someone forget to plant you some common sense or something?!"

"Your manner of speech is similar to hers."

Yata scoffed smugly. "So you think you know her enough already? Have you taken a good look at yourself in the mirror lately, son? Coz all I see in front of me is some obsessed hopeless romantic stalker prince. What kind of prince are you anyway, huh?"

Some of the words may have stabbed Saruhiko as his bangs shadowed his visage. Yata snickered. It was a marvelous sight to see, really. He then picked up his baseball bat from the grassy ground and pointed it again at the Prince, smirking proudly. "Now that it's all been cleared up, kindly give me the shoe once more, Prince Saruhiko. I won't say it a second time. Prince or no prince, I will be forced to take it from you."

"Why?"

Yata blinked. "Huh?" The answer couldn't be more obvious, he didn't want to fall in love with someone like him. But he couldn't really say it, right?

"Why do you want to take what's left of her, huh?"

"Eh?" Yata fidgeted. He didn't know if he was disgusted or guilty because of that statement. Because the Prince was obviously talking about him as the lady in pink.

Saruhiko looked over at the vast sea before them, the breeze sweeping across their skin as he smiled. But anyone could tell it was a perfect fake smile. "I know in my heart she'll never be coming back so this is the only memorabilia left of her… And you want it to take it away from me?!"

Yata was a bit taken aback. The Prince sure had his mood swings. But why did he feel guilty about it? He shook the feeling aside. He wouldn't dare swallow his pride for just some creepy prince's feelings. "I don't fucking care! You don't know how much I need that stupid shoe right now!"

Yata cleared his throat and braced himself for what the Prince was about to blurt out next. But instead, he took out the shoe and handed it to the orange hair, his head turned away from him. "Fine. Take it, you heartless asshole," he said bitterly.

"I will, creep," Yata growled as he snatched the shoe away. He sighed in relief and felt like he wanted to jump for joy. He then turned around. He couldn't wait to boast his achievement to Rikio and that damn Izumo.

But before he could start walking away, Saruhiko called out, "Hey."

Yata looked over his shoulder. What did that Prince want now? "'Sup?"

"Do me a favor will you?" Saruhiko sighed.

"Lay it on me." It wasn't like Yata had any much of a choice, did he?

"If you happen to see her again…" Saruhiko said, smiling sadly again. "Tell her… I love her." Yata's eyes widened as he felt his heart skip a beat. That wasn't good. "Even though I might get married someday, let her know that my heart will forever be hers."

Little did Yata knew his cheeks reddened. Words were powerful. And it left a great impact in that heart of his. "Ah…" He looked away and nodded, frowning a bit. "Sure. No prob, dude." His heart raced so fast he couldn't help but clutch his chest.

"Thank you…" Saruhiko said, smiling. This time, it was a sincere and normal smile. No more, no less.

Yata immediately looked away, his heart racing even faster. He pounded it to stop but it still sped up nonetheless. He then walked away, hoping to never see the Prince's face again.


"Oh, is that it?" Munakata said, raising an eyebrow. "Then…" He turned around to face Mikoto. "Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." How he wanted to roll his eyes.

"I do have a name, you know," Mikoto chuckled. Munakata didn't find any of this amusing at all. In fact, he was on duty; a mad woman was on the loose, Prince Saruhiko was in madly in love and he just couldn't accept it. They have been together ever since and yet Saruhiko had to fall in love with some random stranger who just happened to elbow him for a first good impression.

"I didn't ask for it." Munakata immediately felt it was like hate at first sight. Flirting was the last thing he wanted that moment.

"Such a stuck-up bastard… I like you already," Mikoto said, smirking.

Munakata sighed. It was time to end this little game of his. "Sir, I advise you to stay out of my way or you'll face dire consequences. You're interfering with my duty."

Mikoto didn't look threatened at all. In fact, he looked even more amused. "Oh, don't tell me… you're going to lock me up in some dungeon? I wouldn't mind. As long as you're there alone with me."

Munakata's forbearance was crumbling at a very fast rate. Just what the redhead intended. "Are you testing my patience?"

"What if I am?" Mikoto chuckled teasingly.

Munakata's eye twitched. He just had enough of this. "I'll charge an offense of sexual harassment against you."

"Hmph. You're all about law and order," Mikoto started. Munakata raised an eyebrow at the redhead. "Don't you think about yourself for once?" Munakata's eyes widened this time. Mikoto said something that actually made sense for once. "I mean, being that weirdo Prince's dog isn't much of a life—"

"Don't you dare talk about him like that!" Munakata snapped. Out of the three things he hated most in the world, Mikoto had already managed two: utter annoyance and badmouthing the Prince.

"Oh? Why?" Mikoto asked, his smirk wiped off from his face. Munakata thought his head was going to explode. The more his conversation with this random stranger went on, the more he was enraged.

"It is a privilege to be serving under the Prince. It is the highest kind of honor," the raven hair defended. "And what are you talking about? Being his royal knight is all I've ever wanted."

Mikoto raised an eyebrow as he lit up a cigarette. "Hm? Sounds to me you're just in it for the Prince."

Munakata's eyes widened. They've just been talking for a few minutes and the redhead already knew pretty much half of his life. What was with him? Why was he talking like this to him, of all people? There were plenty of other people in the ball. And he was supposed to be doing his duty at up until the very moment.

"Oh, am I right?" Mikoto smirked.

Munakata averted his eyes from Mikoto's amber ones. "I don't have such intention."

The redhead stepped closer and slammed the wall behind Munakata, the space between them narrowing. "Then… what about me?" he asked. No hints of humor were picked up from the tone of his voice.

"Huh?" Munakata raised an eyebrow. There were many ways to interpret what Mikoto said. What did he mean? Was he asking his opinion or impressions of him? That was most likely. "I think you're arrogant, cocky—"

"No, dumbass. I mean, choose me," Mikoto bluntly stated. "You've no hope with the Prince, after all."

Munakata looked away and shoved Mikoto's arm away. How could someone as unfamiliar and annoying as him know what he was thinking? "I told you, it's not like that at all."

The redhead broke the tension between them as he smirked playfully again. There was something about that smirk that ticked the raven hair off.

"Hmph. Uh-huh. Sure," Mikoto said in sing-song.

Munakata sighed. He was the most annoying bastard he'd met in his life hands down. "If you're done making a mockery of me, I'll be taking my leave now." He then turned around, his mind focused back on his duty.

"Oh no, you don't." Munakata's arm was free and loose and Mikoto grabbed it. Munakata immediately tried breaking free of the redhead's grasp.

"Let go!" he exclaimed, glaring. When will he ever stop?

"…I won't."

"I said let—" Mikoto ignored the other and suddenly pushed the raven haired knight to the wall. Munakata winced. The distance between them grew even closer. Mikoto's amber eyes bore deeply into Munakata's, sending chills down his spine.

"I meant what I said," he said. "I really do like you and I will make you mine…"

The words utterly froze the knight. How come he was so sincere now when earlier he was just some punk waiting for his ass to get kicked? He really didn't understand these things at all. He couldn't resist. He couldn't shove the redhead away, even when he leaned in closer and closer. Munakata unconsciously closed his eyes and felt the other's breath against his skin. He reeked of cigarettes, a smell he loathed but it somehow enamored him. His mind was screaming to snap back to his senses to no avail. Mikoto had him completely captivated…

"Munakata-sama!"

Munakata's eyes widened as he pushed the redhead away. He turned to his fellow knight who panted heavily.

"What is it?" Munakata asked, fixing his glasses.

"Prince Saruhiko canceled the search party. He gave the shoe to some unknown civilian, sir," the knight reported, glancing at Mikoto. "We assume it was an act of theft. The mentioned civilian beat up the guards in the entrance."

"Is the Prince okay?" Munakata asked. The Prince was his first priority.

"Y-Yes, sir. But… it seemed he gave the shoe voluntarily. But I'm not really sure because he looked… rather depressed."

"…" Munakata thought that the Prince may have met the lady in pink again. Knowing him, he wouldn't give the shoe without a fight. "Where is Prince Saruhiko? I'll try talking to him myself."

"I-In his quarters, sir."

"Understood."

Mikoto just looked at both of them, deadpan. He wasn't the type to talk if blasé people were around him. Then Munakata walked off to meet the Prince, ignoring the redhead's presence.

"Don't think it's over between us," Mikoto said, puffing out smoke. "It's just beginning, actually."

Munakata's fellow knight wondered what the redhead meant. But Munakata himself knew very well what those words of his meant. He rubbed his chin and muttered, "What was his name again?"

"Sir?" his colleague asked, tilting his head.

Munakata shook his head. "Huh? Oh, don't mind me…"


The Homura siblings stayed in the balcony, enjoying the scenery before them; the pale moonlight, the gentle breeze, the sparking vast sea, the leaves dancing and swaying with the wind…

"Mikoto-san sure is taking too long," Eric told his little sister. "Well, it's not like I'm really complaining. The night's still young, after all." Anna tilted her head at him. She read his facial expression without the help of her red marble. He was pretty easy to read.

"Do you want to be with Fujishima-kun?" she asked. Her eyes wandering off somewhere.

Eric's face flushed red. "Eh? What are you talking about?" he asked, smiling nervously.

She pointed her finger at his reddened face. "It's written all over your face."

Eric shook his head and laughed. "Yeah, right. He's the last person I'd want to be with right now." But deep inside his heart, Anna was right. He didn't want to admit she was right. Falling in love with someone like Fujishima was sinful and painful. He was one of Homura's underlings who served loyally under Mikoto. A questionable relationship between servant and future leader was majorly criticized in society. So Eric only valued their friendship. He didn't want any more complications between them. Just be friends…

"Is that how little you think of me?" a voice said from behind.

Eric almost jumped at the sound of Fujishima's voice. He peered over his shoulder and saw the orange hair glaring. Yes, glaring. Fujishima wasn't really the expressive type so it shocked Eric.

"F-Fujishima! Uh… I... About what I said… it isn't…" The blond stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I've heard enough," Fujishima said as he turned and walked away without another word. He then formally greeted Mikoto who passed by him.

"E-Excuse me!" Eric said as he walked past Mikoto as well. The redhead raised an eyebrow. What was the blond up to now?

The night is still young.


Yata kicked opened the door of his house, wearing a victory grin as he held the glass pink shoe proudly. "Guess who's back?!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Whoa, I didn't expect you to be back in the nick of time," Rikio said, grinning as he looked at the wall clock; just a few minutes before midnight.

Izumo clapped. "Good job, Yata-chan! Now you don't have to fall in love with anyone anymore!"

Yata's eyes widened. Izumo didn't know his words stabbed right through his heart again. His grin he tried so hard to put on faltered again. "Uh, yeah. Greatest thing in the world…" Izumo and Rikio blinked. He then gave the shoe and punched the fairy godfather's arm lightly as he walked up to his bedroom where he flopped himself down and sighed heavily.

Rikio tilted his head. "What's up with him?"

Izumo shrugged. But he actually knew what the situation was.

"Not having to fall in love with anyone anymore, huh?" Yata thought to himself, hugging a big pillow. He didn't know why but he just felt so tired all of a sudden but was still wide awake. "Is that… really a good thing?"

you heartless asshole.

"Well, you're a fucking stalker creep."

Tell her… I love her…

"I might as well say it to the dress…"

Even though I might get married someday, let her know that my heart will forever be hers.

"How the hell could you fall madly in love so fast in the first place? Love sure is a mystery."

He raised his arm and balled his fist, staring at the dull ceiling. "The biggest mystery of all however is… will I… ever fall in love?"

And all of a sudden, his heart constricted. The feeling was way more painful than anything that hit him. He closed his eyes shut and rolled over to the side, moaning in pain. He actually felt like crying.

"What the hell… is this?!"


A/N: Woooo! 3rd chapter due to demand! Damn, I thought I wasn't going to make it with this chapter. I ran out of ideas but thanks to uh… random inspiration, I finally pulled it off! A pretty dramatic chapter, right? LOLOLOL I can finally rest my mind for a while! So how was this chapter? I hope this was worth the read. Teehee. This is my favorite chapter hands down. And LOL K reference between Mikoto and Munakata xD Priceless.