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Chapter 4


Hiro couldn't sleep.

It was nearing midnight, and the youngest Prince of San Fransokyo just couldn't drift off. No matter how hard he tried, memories of Tadashi flashed before his eyes, and the invisible pain that grew inside of him needed an escape. Five more cuts were added to his ever growing collection.

The castle was completely silent; everyone else was fast asleep. The young Prince quietly opened up his bedroom door, and tip toed down the hall. He went up a never ending flight of stairs, and finally reached the top of one of the towers that belong to the castle. He opened up the door to a small balcony connected to the tower.

The kingdom was alive and well, the lights never fading and the sounds never growing fainter. Hiro rested his elbows on the metal railing and looked out at the city. He took a deep breath of warm, summer air. It was so peaceful up here.

No one knew he was here, and up here, he felt king. He felt in charge of his own life. It was a nice feeling, even if it didn't last long.

The Golden Gate Bridge was shinning bright in the night sky, the black water below looking dangerous, yet beautiful. Cars honked and the trains zoomed by; buses trailed along the roads full of people, and everywhere was a bright light and someone talking. There was a sort of beauty to the chaos. It was so different from the life in the castle. Hiro would sometimes imagine would it be like if he was never Prince; if he was born a regular person, that did regular-person things and thought regular-person thoughts. How easy would his life be? What was it like to relax, because over two thousand people and more weren't watching your every move?

Hiro quickly dismissed the thought. He was born a Prince, and a Prince life he'll live. He didn't have a choice; just like how Tadashi didn't have a choice whether to be king or not.

Hiro stared down at his gloved hands. Even though no one was up, he didn't want to risk anyone knowing his secret.

His pajamas were a light blue color. The sleeve went all the way down to his wrist, and the light, cotton pants where too long for the young Prince, so he tucked the extra fabric in his gray slippers. Hiro had received these items of clothing a few yeas ago, and they were still too big on the young boy.

Hiro sighed, finding peace in the chaotic city.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Prince Hiro jumped at the sudden deep voice. He turned and faced his older brother, who was wearing dark green, striped pajama bottoms and a white tee shirt. He just wore socks on his feet.

Hiro nodded, yet he was instantly on high alert. He didn't prepare himself to do any concealing for the night, and it would seem suspicious if he quickly excused himself as soon as the king-to-be showed up.

"Couldn't sleep?" Hiro guessed, eyeing the slight circles underneath his brother's eyes. Hiro had similar bags under his eyes, yet his where much deeper.

Tadashi shook his head. "Just nervous." The older Prince walked over to his little brother and rested his elbows on the metal railing, mirroring Hiro's position.

Hiro raised an eyebrow. "About what?" It's not like you're concealing all of your emotions until you turn numb and the only way to control yourself is to cut until you have no skin left.

"I don't know." Tadashi rubbed his face. "What if I drop the orb and the scepter?" His older brother chuckled.

"You won't." Hiro said, reassuring his brother. Tadashi smiled at his little brother. Hiro nervously tucked a jet black piece of hair behind his ear, a nervous habit.

"You've changed." Tadashi said, eyeing his littlest brother. Hiro immediately stiffened at the statement. He notices.

"R-really?" Hiro cursed internally at how his voice shook. "How so?"

"You're more tense around people." Tadashi said, "You're way more proper, And..I don't know...you just seem like you're hiding something."

Hiro's gloved fists clenched. I am, he oh so wanted to say, but instead he replied, "Five years can changed a person, Tadashi. I"m not the same little kid anymore."

Tadshi gave a small laugh. "I know. Although, I kinda miss that little kid, so short he couldn't even climb on to my bed, asking me to build a robot in the middle of the night..."

Hiro's eyes widened. "You remember that?" The young Prince asked in shock.

Tadashi nodded, fiercely. "Of course I do! Aw, Hiro you were so cute, so small and sweet. I missed you so much during my training, and Callaghan said that once I mastered the basics, I'd have more free time. I was waiting to build with you and spend more time with you, once I had learned the basics of course, and you used to come to the door and ask to play, and then..." Tadashi trailed off, the excitement in his eyes being replaced with sadness. "And then you just, vanished behind your bedroom door. Never to be seen again."

Hiro never thought about how his 'disappearance' affected other people. To be honest, he thought he was doing them all a favor.

"Aunt Cass, Abigail, we were always asking for you." Tadashi had a sad expression, "But, Callaghan said that he was the only one that you'd let in your room. He said you were just going through some tough times, and needed space. He never gave us anymore details than that." Tadashi sighed.

Hiro's head was buzzing with the newly found information. Callaghan told his family that Hiro didn't wanted to see them? He told them that he going through tough times? What the hell was that suppose to mean? Callaghan had lied to his own family!

But, then again...how come his family easily believed that pathetic excuse? Because they don't care, Hiro. They didn't look any further into the explanation because they don't care.

If Callaghan lied to his family, he must have done it for a good reason. "Well, I'm sorry if my absence upset you, Prince Tadashi." Hiro said giving his brother a stiff nod.

"See! There you go again! Always so proper! And for God's sake, don't call me Prince Tadashi, or King Tadashi. You're not a peasant, you're my little brother." Tadashi said, flabbergasted. He threw his hands up in the air, frustrated.

"Sorry." Hiro eyed his brother. "Tadashi." He added.

His older brother chuckled. "Thank you."

Silence fell between the two brothers as they overlooked the kingdom. "It'll be all yours soon." Hiro said.

"No." Tadashi shook his head, putting a hand on Hiro's shoulder. The young Prince tensed at the physical contact and furrowed his brow. "It'll all be ours."

Hiro blsuhed. "Tadashi, I'm just a Prince. I don't have any power, I don't mean anything-"

"Hush." Tadashi said, silencing the younger boy. "I've been waiting eighteen years to rule this kingdom with you. You're not backing out of this one."

"Prince Tadashi-"

"Just Tadashi, Hiro."

"Right. Tadashi, how am I suppose to rule a kingdom if I'm always in my bedroom? Besides, I'm not fit for ruling a kingdom. Abigail or Callaghan on the other hand-"

"Hiro." Tadashi stared at his brother in shock. "The days you're locked in your bedroom are over. You're done with hiding, or studying, or whatever you were doing in there, right? Those days are over."

Hiro's heart ached. His brother was pleading with him to stay, to come out of his room and rule the most magnificent kingdom that they had lived in for all of their lives. Tadashi had a sincere look on his face, and for a moment, Hiro believed him. And then a small voice brought him back to reality. Just wait until he finds your cuts, and he realizes how weak you are. What are you going to do then?

Hiro gave his brother a sad smile and slowly backed away towards the door. He silently said goodbye to the kingdom as he grasped the door handle. "Oh, Prince Tadashi." Hiro said, shaking his head. "They've only just begun."


"Conceal, don't feel." Hiro took a deep breath. "Don't let them know."

Tadashi was going to become king in less than thirty minutes, and Hiro still hadn't come out of his room yet. Today was when the most concealing would take place. He would be exposed, out in public, talking, for the entire day. Today was going to be the most challenging.

"Everything's going to be fine." Hiro muttered, buttoning up his long vest. "Just stay quiet and say nor do anymore than you need to."

Hiro studied himself in the mirror. He was dressed extremely fancy for the occasion, and a part of Hiro was excited. It wasn't everyday your brother becomes king of the most successful kingdom...ever.

Hiro wore a mint green vest that ended at his waist, yet the back of the jacket continued until it hit the floor, leaving a slight tail. He wore a thick, black shirt underneath it, and his gloves that matched his vest came all the way up to his mid forearm. Black pants stuck to the young Prince's skinny legs, and boots the same mint color came up to his knees. A simple vine design with dark blues decorated his vest and gloves, and the collar of his black undershirt touched his jaw line.

Hiro slowly combed a blue comb through his black hair, gobs and gobs of hair gel lacing every inch of his hair, making sure the wild locks stayed in their place.

The young Prince stared at himself in the mirror. His sunken in, brown eyes made him look like someone who hadn't eaten or slept in a lifetime. His skin was fairly pale, even though he was half Japanese. The lack of food and sleep he gave his body stunted his growth, making him only grow roughly five inches in the past five years. Hiro was not fit to rule a kingdom. He just didn't play the part well.

There was a knock on his bedroom door, and Hiro took in a sharp breath. Here we go, you can do this. Conceal it, don't feel it. Put on a show. You can do this, Hiro.

"Come in." Hiro's voice was strong and confident, the exact opposite of what he was truly feeling. His bedroom door opened, and a smiling Tadashi greeted him. "Hey." He said, gaze studying his little sibling.

"Hello, Tadashi." Hiro said. Tadashi looked absolutely magnificent...and powerful. He wore black pants and black, knee length boots. A white, loose shirt adorned his muscular frame, and gold epaulets rested on his shoulders. A blood red cape touched his shoulders, and trailed down his back, leaving a huge train behind him. His golden Prince crown sat on his head, yet soon a King's crown would rest in it's place.

The future king of San Fransokyo walked closer to his little brother. He was smiling bright. "You look great." Tadashi said.

"Thank you. As do you." Hiro nodded his head in Tadashi's direction.

"There's just one thing missing." Tadashi said, walking around Hiro in a circle. It was giving Hiro anxiety. What? What's missing? Gloves? Check. Pants? Check. Covered from head to toe? Check.

"And that is?" Hiro asked, eyeing his brother. Tadashi walked over to a satin pillow Hiro's Prince crown laid on. He carefully grasped it and smiled as he place the golden crown on his little brother's head. Hiro looked up at his brother, noticing the cool metal on his scalp that wasn't there before. Tadashi stepped back and admired his work. "Perfect."

Hiro laced his fingers together in front of his body and stood up straight. "I believe it's time to go."

Tadashi's smile fell a little as Hiro retained his strict posture and closed body language. "Yeah, let's go."

The two Prince's walked down the hallway in silence. Hiro was aware of how his brother would look over at him, and how Tadashi looked like he actually belong in the kingdom, while Hiro felt as if he was a tomboy in a beauty pageant. He was playing a part that didn't fit him well.

"Prince Tadashi!" Said Prince turned around, and a smile lit up his face. Honey Lemon was running in the boy's direction. Her four inch heels clacked on the polished, hard wood floor, but the noise didn't seem to bother her. Her hair was tied up in a low bun, a braid or two tied up in the mixture. A pink ribbon was placed somewhere in the bun. Her dress was off of her shoulders, the soft, baby pink material reaching the floor. Pruple, blue, and yellow flowers had been hand sewn into the dress, making her look extremely lovely.

Tadashi thought so too.

"Hey, Princess Honey Lemon! You look amazing." Tadashi dropped his jaw as he studied the young queen-to-be. The Princess giggled. "Thank you. But, Tadashi, you look absolutely marvelous!"

A small blush crept on to Tadashi's cheeks. "T-thank you."

"Well," Honey Lemon said cheerfully, "the coronation is going to start very soon. I better go get my seat in the chapel. Good luck to both of you!" She smiled at Hiro as she walked by.

The two Princes walked to the huge, double doors that lead to the exist of the castle. Tadashi rested his hand on the golden knob, and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

The doors opened, and the entire kingdom cheered at the sight of their future leaders. People screamed, waved flags with the kingdom's symbol on them, and everyone was smiling and excited for their new king.

It's show time.


The entire choir dressed in red robes sang loud and proud a latin song as the coronation started. The church was packed. The pews quickly filled up, which left people to stand off to the side. Children were crouched in the back, and adults stood on their toes to get a glimpse at the future king.

Hiro took a deep breath, steadying himself. You can do this.

There was a red, velvet carpet in the center isle, which Tadashi and Hiro were suppose to walk down. Tadashi stood at Hiro's left, a bright smile on his face.

After five years of training and learning, he's finally becoming king.

At a certain part of the song, Prince Hiro took a step forward on the red carpet. Everyone watched as he walked down the isle, his green jacket trailing behind. His postures was proficient, and his hands were clenched in front of him. He carefully and slowly walked up the steps to the alter and stood off to the side, waiting for his brother to come down the isle.

Tadashi looked like a powerful king as he made his way up to the alter, his shoulders pushed back and a excited smile on his face. His red cloak trailed behind him as he finally made his way up to the alter.

Hiro caught sight of the rest of the royal family in the first pew. Aunt Cass was already crying and blowing her nose, her golden dress reflecting off the sun's rays, making her seem like a glowing angel. Abigail wore a spring, green dress with a white cloak draped around her shoulders. She was smiling proudly up at Tadashi.

Callaghan made eye contact with the young Prince. His mentor wore brown pants and black, knee high boots, a white, loose shirt and a red sash across his torso. His eyes were cold, as if warning the young boy.

Control it, or else you'll never see the sun again.

Hiro took a deep breath and clenched his fists. Creases appeared in the mint gloves, proof that the young Prince was on high alert and ready for anything.

The pope took off Tadshi's Prince crown and placed it on a purple, satin pillow. He then gently grasped the king's crown, which was huge in size, and several more jewels decorated it than the Prince crown. It looked more powerful and expensive.

The pope then placed the golden King's crown on Tadashi, the many different colored jewels reflected the sunlight that seeped through the windows. Tadashi looked liked a king.

Then, the real scepter and orb appeared in front of Tadashi. It was a glowing gold, with just as much jewels decorated on it as the crown. Tadashi carefully grasped the scepter in one hand, and the golden orb in the other. Then, he turned to face the crowd.

The pope spoke something in latin as the whole church stood. Tadashi was smiling, yet Hiro could tell he was nervous as his hands were shaking.

The young Prince looked up at his older brother as he grasped the scepter and the orb. Soon, the pope was done speaking the latin passage, and Tadashi placed the scepter and the orb back on the purple, satin pillow.

Everyone cheered and screamed so loudly, the sound was deafening. Tadashi was smiling brightly as everyone chanted, "All hail King Tadashi!"

Then, the new king made eye contact with the now only Prince, and gestured him over. Hiro looked at his brother confused, unsure of what to do. He decided to take a chance, and walked over to his older brother. As soon as the duo appeared together, the sound became even louder.

Tadshi snaked one of his long arms around Hiro's small waist and smiled as camera flashes spread like a wave over the crowd. The Prince tensed at the sudden contact, yet enjoyed the warm feeling that spread across his body at the thought that Tadashi wanted him when he became King.

Tadashi was finally King.


Hiro was not much of a party person.

The large crowds gave him anxiety, and so many people talking to him at once gave him a head ache. Yet, here he stood, next to his brother at the top of the grand staircase in the castle, over looking the biggest ballroom in the history of ballrooms.

Only the royals from other kingdoms were allowed to come inside the castle, yet the kingdom outside was crazy and out of control. The kingdom of San Fransokyo was just one big party.

"Prince Hiro of San Fransokyo." Callaghan announced, gesturing to the small Prince. As everyone applauded, Hiro slowly walked down the grand staircase and sat in the Prince's throne. His back was perfectly straight, his hands clasped together in his lap.

"King Tadashi of San Fransokyo." The applause was much louder, and there was a lot more cheering. Tadashi smiled as he took his seat in the large King's throne.

The applause died down and the music started playing again. Everyone was dancing to some fast, jazz song. Aunt Cass was dancing with Callaghan, and Abigial was dancing with the same Prince she was talking to at the banquet yesterday.

Suddenly, Honey Lemon appeared in front of the two boys. "Hello, again." She said, bowing. "Would either of you like to dance?" Her smile was bright, and although she was asking both of them, Hiro knew that she really just wanted Tadashi.

"Oh, that's very kind of you." Hiro replied. "But, I'm not much of a dancer."

"Oh." Honey Lemon said as her nimble fingers played with a loose string on her dress. "But," Hiro continued, "My brother is an excellent dancer."

"What?" Tadashi looked over at his younger brother with a bewildered expression.

"Oh! Great!" The happy Princess grabbed Tadashi hand and dragged the new King out on to the dance floor.

"Sorry." Hiro said slightly, as he waved a gloved hand goodbye to the new king. He watched as the young Princess and the new King laughed as they danced. Tadashi swung Honey Lemon around, her dress fanning out across the room. She placed her delicate hands on his broad shoulders and swayed to the music, a bright smile on both of their faces.

Hiro wished that he could love someone like that. He wanted to get out there, have fun, dance with his brother, tell him everything that's been going on, but he knew he couldn't. And the mere thought of that send Hiro into a deeper depression.

The young Prince tried not to look at his brother and his newly found crush as he scanned the party. Everyone was happy. Everyone was completely oblivious to what was really going on.

Hiro stared down at his gloved hands. What would happen if he took them off? What would happen if he said no to the metal blade? What would happen if he came out of his room and accepted Tadashi's offer?

Hiro shook those thoughts out of his mind. He couldn't take off the gloves, because then everyone would see his scars and think of him as weak. He couldn't say no to the metal blade, or else he would have no escape from the pain and his emotions would boil over, possibly revealing his secret. And he could never come out of his room and rule the kingdom with Tadashi, because he was weak and needed to stay hidden for the sake of his brother.

It was just how things were. And they would never change.


Prince Hiro looked over the giant crowd once more. He lost sight of his brother after ten minutes of dancing with Honey Lemon, and soon everyone's faces just seem to blend with familiarity.

Hiro had been out of his room for a total of four hours. He needed to go back in. Night had fallen quiet sometime ago, since Tadashi's coronation had taken place in the afternoon. Hiro would probably skip the banquet and retreat to his room, where he would never come out.

Suddenly, Tadashi and Honey Lemon appeared in front of the Prince.

"Hello." Hiro said, bowing his head to the two royals. "How was dancing?"

Hiro stood up from his throne and faced the new King and the Princess. "Oh, Prince Hiro, you were right! Tadashi is an amazing dancer!" The blonde Princess hung on to his brother's arm, smiling up at him.

Tadashi chuckled. "Oh, I'm not that good. But, it was quiet fun." They both laughed with each other, bubbly smiles on each of their faces.

"That's good to hear." Hiro said, trying to not feel the pain of loneliness set in to his veins. Conceal it, Hiro.

"Hiro, you have to see the kingdom! it's just one big party out there!" Tadashi exclaimed.

"At midnight, I heard there was going to be a firework show!" Honey Lemon said excitedly.

"That's wonderful." A small smile etched across Hiro's face. His depression was reaching it's black fingers around his heart and squeezing tightly. Hiro wanted to roll up his sleeves and slide a blade across his skin so deep he could see bone. Seeing Tadashi so happy made Hiro feel worthless all over again. He wanted to be happy with Tadashi. He needed to get back to his room immediately before he exploded from the pain his mind was making him feel.

"I hope you both enjoy the firework show." Hiro smiled at both of them. "It was nice meeting you, Princess Honey Lemon." He extended a gloved hand out to the young Princess who took it and shook the gloved hand. "It was nice seeing you again, King Tadshi." Hiro squared his shoulders. "Unfortunately, I must go. Have a wonderful rest of your night."

Prince Hiro walked down the platform in which the two thrones rested on. "Wait." The sound of his brother's voice made Hiro turn.

"Where are you going?" Tadashi asked, his black eyebrows drawn in confusion and pain.

Hiro gave his brother a small laugh. "I'm going back to my bedroom." Hiro turned back in the direction of the exist. "Hopefully, I'll see you again, King Tadashi."

"Hiro, no, please don't go back to your room again." Taashi pleaded. "You've been locked up in there for five years. Please, please, I want my little brother back."

Should have thought of that before you rejected me and completely ignored me. Hiro thought. "I'm sorry, Tadashi. But, it's for the best."

Hiro stared walking again, a quicker pace this time, when Tadashi's strong hand grasped Hiro's gloved hand. Out of instinct, Hiro pulled his hand away, yet to his horror, his glove slipped off, now grasped in Tadashi's hand.

"Give me my glove!" Hiro said. He reached for it with his gloved hand, yet Tadashi was quicker and pulled it out of the young Prince's reach. Hiro tucked his exposed hand under him arm, hoping nobody saw anything.

"Please, outoto, please." Tadashi begged, Hiro's mint glove grasped in his hand. "Hiro, I know you're going through tough times, but please, just talk to me! Maybe I can help you! Whatever you're going through, we can get through it together!"

It took everything in the young Prince to not turn to his brother and spill every detail of the last five years. I'm depressed, I cut on a daily basis, I hate myself, I'm not fit for ruling a kingdom! Callaghan beats me, and I have to conceal all of my emotions until I'm numb.

But, Hiro bit his tongue. Think of Tadashi, and all of the responsibilities he's going to face as king. You'll just add to the pile.

"I'm sorry, King Tadashi, but that just can't happen." Tears were forming in the young Prince's eyes, and he turned his back on his brother. Tadshi's face was pure sadness, and tears were starting to spill out of the newly king's eyes as well.

"What did I ever do to you?" Tadashi cried as Hiro walked towards the doors.

"Tadashi, please." Hiro said, noticing that the music had quieted down and everyone was staring at the young Prince and the new king. Callaghan's eyes flashed as he saw one of his gloves were missing. Hiro would surely be beaten for this.

"Was it when you were ten and I said those things? Hiro, I'm sorry! But, it's been five years, please, I want us to be close again." Tadashi yelled, catching up with his young brother as his long legs carried his powerful body.

"Enough, Tadashi." Hiro said, his voice shaking.

"No." Tadshi's voice was strong, and Hiro flinched. "Why? Why do you shut me out? Why do you shut the world out?" He screamed at his brother. Tadashi wanted answers, and he was determined to get them.

"What are you so afraid of?!" Tadashi cried. Hiro couldn't take it anymore. He was being pushed beyond his limits. Conceal, don't feel. He can't know. No one can know. Don't feel, don't feel, don't feel-

"I SAID ENOUGH!" Hiro screamed as he turned to his brother, who was only a foot away from him. Everyone's attention was on the two brothers. Callaghan gave Hiro a death glare, ensuring that a beating and lecture would follow after the party.

Hiro swung one of his small arms as he turned, the anger and pain of five years billowing over. Tadashi caught his arm that had no glove on it. He grasped it, and Hiro pulled away with all of his might, yet between the strong grasp of his brother and the pull from the young Prince, the black sleeve torn, exposing his entire forearm.

Tadashi looked down at the arm of his younger brother. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. No, it couldn't be true.

Hundreds of angry red, and slightly fading scars of all shapes and sizes littered the small boy's arm. Words had been craved into the delicate skin:

Worthless.

Weak.

Disappointment.

Other jagged scars, some old, some new, littered every inch of Hiro's arm. There was no doubt in anyone's mind; these were self-harm scars.

He knows. They know. Oh, god, they see them. Hiro was in shock as everyone's eyes fell on the scars that littered just the young boy's forearm alone.

Hiro was shaking, his eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open. His dearest, most darkest secret had just been discovered. In front of everybody.

No, no, no, this couldn't be happening! This was all a dream! This can't happen! No, it just couldn't. They know, they all know, and the fact of that was something that only occurred in Hiro's nightmares.

"Hiro." Tadashi's voice was quiet, still trying to overcome the fact of the scars that lived on his little brother arm. "Are these...self-harm scars?"

Hiro's breathing was coming in short breaths. Everyone was muttering around them, and Aunt Cass and Abigail had shock written across their faces. Abigail studied Hiro as if she had never seen him before, and Aunt Cass looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Prince Hiro quickly pulled his hand out of his older brother's grasp and tucked it underneath his arm.

Tadashi was snapped out of his trance. "Hiro." He held his hands up and his voice was soft, as if he was approaching and injured animal. "I'm sorry, I had no idea. It's ok, everything is going to be fine, alright?"

Hiro started to believe him, until he caught sight of Callaghan, who had a look on his face that sent Hiro into terror. It seemed as though his mentor had suspected this, but was more angry than ever.

The truth sank into the young Prince's brain: Everyone knows now.

The next few minutes for Hiro was all a blur. He didn't tell his feet to start moving. They did that on their own. And once they started, they didn't stop.

Adrealine pumped through the young Prince's veins as he dashed for the exist. He grasped the door handle and wrenched it open. He flew down a grand staircase and ran as fast as he could to another set of doors. He pushed through them and found himself in the kingdom's courtyard.

There were citizens of the kingdom laughing and celebrating, and once they caught sight of Hiro, they all cheered.

"It's Prince Hiro!" Everyone exclaimed.

"Our wonderful Prince!"

"Oh, Prince Hiro!"

Hiro ignored their praises and raced past them all. He pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring his manners, until he was halfway through the courtyard looking for an escape.

"Prince Hiro." A young women to his left asked, "Are you alright?"

"Um." Hiro's mouth was dry, and words wouldn't form. He didn't know what he was doing until he did it. He pulled both hands out, as if to make sure no one would go near him.

"Please, just stay away." He said. Everyone stared at his exposed hand, and silence fell over the crowd.

"Are those.." Someone whispered.

"Self-harm scars?" The word was whispered throughout the crowd. Oh, God, now they know too. Hiro quickly tugged his hands under his arms, so the scars were out of sight from curious gazes. Yet, it didn't matter. They had all seen them.

That was when his brother appeared at the doorway, Honey Lemon and the rest of the royal family at his heals. "Hiro!" He exclaimed. "Please, wait!"

No, this couldn't be happening.

Hiro dashed out of the courtyard and pushed past civilians as he made his way to the lush forest that was practically right next to the castle. It was the only forest in the busy kingdom of San Fransokyo, and many people used it to go camping or just wanting to get in touch with nature.

For Hiro, it was an escape.

The young Prince looked back at his bother, whom was having a hard time catching up to his younger sibling because a huge crowd was swarming around him, praising him, wanting to get a photo of him, congratulating him, and asking him many questions.

I guess being the ignored one isn't all bad. Hiro thought.

The young Prince made a dash into the forest, disappearing into the thick brush.

Yet, his darkest and deepest secret did not disappear with him.


And that's chapter four everyone! Thank you again for all of your support, and I appreciate every lovely note I receive! Feel free to give me any form of criticism, yet please do be kind with it.

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