~~** Emperor's New Groove **~~
~* Growing Up Alone *~
By: Angel_Wing
"It was rough on me growing up as a kid, you may think I had an easy life,but guess what?"
Kuzco looks up, with sad eyes, "It was very rough, loose both your mother
and father at age five, and then tell me how easy life is."
He stands and paces slightly, "I kinda grew up on my own, 'cept for Yzma,
but she's out of the picture now."
"My parents were the best to me, always there for me," he smiles sadly.
"But.... One day after my 5th birthday, an outraged peasant from killed them.... Leaving me with no choice but to take the throne at a very young age."
"It was so very tough, so many duties after loosing my parents were placed upon my shoulders,
to this day, the burden is still as heavy as ever."
"I get forced to try and choose a bride each and every year, I have to be married
before my 20th birthday, and have an heir soon after. Some life huh?" Kuzco looks forward, his gaze
resting upon a painting of his parents and himself as a baby.
"If they were here, they'd let me choose on my own."
Kuzco's eyes begin to shine with unshed tears, but he blinks them back.
"Think I'll find someone to rule by my side, guys?" He looks up to the ceiling
of the palace, smiling at his parents up in the kingdom of heaven.
He grins and shakes his head, causing a few strands of his jet black
hair to fall into his eyes, thus hiding his now very sad eyes.
A lone tear falls from his left eye, slowly sliding down his cheek, falling
upon his robe. His slender shoulders shake with each breath he
takes, and he places his hands over his eyes, sinking to his knees.
Little does Kuzco know, but in spirit, his mother and father
stand before him, a hand on each of their son's shoulders.
They are dressed in their old robes from their rule over
the empire, faces saddened.
Kuzco still continues to sob, feeling a warm touch upon his forehead
as he removes his hands from his eyes. He gasps as he sees his mother
kneeling before him, her kind smile resting upon her lips.
"We are always here with you, my son, my little Kuzco."
His father smiles at his son with pride, before slowly fading away,
along with the former empress.
"Wait!" Kuzco cries out, hand outstretched, grasping the air.
He stands, looking at the place they were standing, a soft smile upon
his face, a look of peace settles over his features as he walks
to his chambers.
"I love you, mother, father.... I never really grew up alone, did I?"
~* Growing Up Alone *~
By: Angel_Wing
"It was rough on me growing up as a kid, you may think I had an easy life,but guess what?"
Kuzco looks up, with sad eyes, "It was very rough, loose both your mother
and father at age five, and then tell me how easy life is."
He stands and paces slightly, "I kinda grew up on my own, 'cept for Yzma,
but she's out of the picture now."
"My parents were the best to me, always there for me," he smiles sadly.
"But.... One day after my 5th birthday, an outraged peasant from killed them.... Leaving me with no choice but to take the throne at a very young age."
"It was so very tough, so many duties after loosing my parents were placed upon my shoulders,
to this day, the burden is still as heavy as ever."
"I get forced to try and choose a bride each and every year, I have to be married
before my 20th birthday, and have an heir soon after. Some life huh?" Kuzco looks forward, his gaze
resting upon a painting of his parents and himself as a baby.
"If they were here, they'd let me choose on my own."
Kuzco's eyes begin to shine with unshed tears, but he blinks them back.
"Think I'll find someone to rule by my side, guys?" He looks up to the ceiling
of the palace, smiling at his parents up in the kingdom of heaven.
He grins and shakes his head, causing a few strands of his jet black
hair to fall into his eyes, thus hiding his now very sad eyes.
A lone tear falls from his left eye, slowly sliding down his cheek, falling
upon his robe. His slender shoulders shake with each breath he
takes, and he places his hands over his eyes, sinking to his knees.
Little does Kuzco know, but in spirit, his mother and father
stand before him, a hand on each of their son's shoulders.
They are dressed in their old robes from their rule over
the empire, faces saddened.
Kuzco still continues to sob, feeling a warm touch upon his forehead
as he removes his hands from his eyes. He gasps as he sees his mother
kneeling before him, her kind smile resting upon her lips.
"We are always here with you, my son, my little Kuzco."
His father smiles at his son with pride, before slowly fading away,
along with the former empress.
"Wait!" Kuzco cries out, hand outstretched, grasping the air.
He stands, looking at the place they were standing, a soft smile upon
his face, a look of peace settles over his features as he walks
to his chambers.
"I love you, mother, father.... I never really grew up alone, did I?"