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Idea goes to Shimizu-san, who I'm co-writing this with.

Did anyone read the last chapter? It doesn't seem like it...

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"…Brother?" The Evil Prince called out hesitantly. Outside, the outraged roars could be heard even through the thick castle walls. His brother was standing there with his back to him and one hand on the cold glass window.

The Servant turned around with a smile, "It'll be okay. I'll get you out of this safely."

"…What? What do you mean?" The Prince didn't like this feeling, this feeling of deep sorrow.

The Servant continued to smile, and walked over to his precious brother and hugged him. "I'll lend you my clothes. Use it and escape." He pulled back and ruffled the Prince's hair, messing it up so it was just as messy as his and placed a bundle of clothes into his brother's hands.

"Wha-" The Prince's eyes widened as his brother reached to unbutton his clothes. "You don't mean..."

The Servant kept the smile; putting on the clothes and fixing his hair to be neater. "It'll be fine. We are twins, surely no one will notice." And he winked playfully, "Do you remember? Even mother couldn't guess who was who that time we played a prank on her."

The prince ignored the attempt at lightening the mood. "NO! I won't allow it! I'm not afraid of the punishment for my crimes! You should not get punished for them!" The Prince shouted stubbornly.

The older twin hugged his brother again, and whispered into his ear, "You did nothing wrong. You are the one who should live. Live and create the life you deserve."

"…But…I don't want to live without you. You said you will try to stay with me right?...So try…Don't give up…please…" The Prince tried to hold his tears back.

Hugging the other a bit tighter, the Servant shook his head, "I did try. But it isn't possible. I'm sorry, my dearest brother."

"Wait…" The younger twin couldn't finish his sentence when suddenly he was knocked out and fell limp in his beloved brother's embrace.

The Servant, now dressed as the Evil Prince, stayed silent for a moment, and then he spoke up, "You know what to do right?"

A figure appeared from the back of the room, "…Yes…Are you sure this is the only way?"

He turned to face the newcomer with a cheerful grin, "Yes. Thank you for this. Be safe."

The girl with long, brown, slightly messy hair looked at her friend with sad eyes, "Good Bye."

The imposter Evil Prince let his friend take his brother, and then turned to face the mob that will soon come.

"If you are an evil, then I am too," he smiled, "We have the same blood running through our veins after all."

The real Evil Prince woke up to find himself trapped, memories coming to him, he shot up with a cry, "Brother!"

"It's probably too late now. The time for the execution is near." A soft whisper was heard.

The Prince turned to see a girl looking at a wall with sad eyes, "Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm a friend of your brother, he asked me to take care of you while you are unconscious." She answered quietly, not looking at him. If she did he was afraid she would break down in tears, the Prince looked much too like her friend.

"Why? Why didn't you prevent him from doing this?" He demanded.

"…I knew I couldn't stop him." She answered; but the Prince didn't hear, for he was already running to his dear brother.

She looked at the Prince, and couldn't hold in her tears anymore.

He won't make it; she knew.

"Brother!" the Evil Prince cried as he ran as fast as he could to where his brother was, his dear, loving, brother who was about to be punished for his crimes.

"Brother!" He cried again; though his desperate screams where drowned in the crowd's cheering.

The Prince ran faster, he had to stop them! He could felt his legs throb in unless effort to get there in time. "That isn't me! He isn't who you wish to kill! SSTTOOPP!" His hopeless cries were unheard as the seconds ticked down.

The clock tower rang, signaling three pm.

Ding.

People were screaming for his coming death; one screamed begging to stop his death.

Ding.

The crowed cheered more.

Only one pair of blue eyes opened wide in hopelessness and helplessness.

Ding.

And the one who was sentenced to death, smiled widely and he mouthed silently, the words, the words that his brother loved the most.

Then it was over. It was too late. He was too late.

…The crowed soon went away; everyone moving on with their business, talking about how great it is that Prince Evil is now dead.

Tears fell from the single person that stayed; unable to get up from the weight of guilt…and sadness, endless, endless sadness.

"Why?" A broken cry escaped his lips. "Why? Why? It should have been me…should have been…" Shoulders started to shake uncontrollably. "Why? Brother!"

The Evil Prince stayed there…all alone. Images of his deceased brother the only thing he now had.

And a single line that stuck in his head; the last words of his beloved, dead, brother.

"…Oh, it's teatime already; we shall have lemon pie today."

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