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A stunned gasp sprang from both of them; unconsciously their hands gripped each other's tightly. Speechless for quite some time, Liam finally found the breath to gasp out a question, too simple to voice all the misgivings in his head. "How did you know our names?"
A brief, harsh laugh escaped the prince. "That was the least of my troubles, since there are cameras all along that hallway. Didn't think of that, did you? But you were never in any real danger, I had the monitors for those particular cameras completely under my control while you were in the palace. Don't look so surprised. I planted that mission for you specifically in the pub."
"But. . .why?" Ayame was staring at him, bewilderment plain on her face.
"Because I too know of the prophecy; I know very well who Liam is, and I knew who YOU were, Ayame. Why do you think my father had your memory wiped?" He silenced their impending questions with an imperial wave of his hand. "Wait until I'm finished talking before you interrupt again! As I know you're wondering, my purpose in doing all that was this: I know where the last crystal is, and I want to destroy it."
Both of them opened their mouths yet again, but Madi was quicker. "Silence! There is no use in asking me why, because I will not tell you. I cannot destroy the crystal myself; being royalty is not all that easy, you know. I'm followed by servants and guards everywhere I go." Liam and Ayame exchanged a sarcastic oh-how-horrible look. "Needless to say, I cannot get to the crystal by myself. You have no idea how difficult it was to get here by myself tonight. I-"
He broke off mid-sentence, glancing up with sudden urgency. "I must go. I will contact you soon, if possible." Leaping up, he made a dash for the door, ignoring cries of outrage as he rammed people aside unconcernedly. The instant he was gone, the rest of their clan swarmed back over, firing endless questions at them. Liam and Ayame refused to say anything, still somewhat in a state of shock as they pushed their way through the crowded pub to the back. Unable to get through easily, Liam was finally forced to use his sword as a threat. He backed up slowly while brandishing the sword, Ayame leading the way for him, and both of them locked themselves into the first room they came to.
Ayame flung herself on the bed, closing her eyes in exhaustion. Liam sank down next to her, rubbing his temples slowly. "That was. . .strange," he finally murmured, an enormous understatement. She laughed humorlessly, sitting up next to him.
"This is going to be the most dangerous thing we'll ever have to do," she murmured, emerald eyes gazing sightlessly at the wall. "I hate this, this whole idea of our destinies being pre-set. . .it seems so unfair that neither of us has the chance to choose what our lives will be like."
"You don't know the half of it," Liam snorted. "Everyone expects such great things from me, just because Marche was my great-great-great-whatever grandfather. I've spent my whole life so far just trying to live up to other people's expectations."
Tentatively, she laid her hand on his shoulder. "It must be difficult," she sympathized in a small voice. Startled, he turned to look at her, clear blue eyes locked with swirled jade ones. Slowly, painfully, their faces came closer to each other, his hands awkwardly reaching up to touch her dark hair. . .
There came a loud pounding on the door, bringing both of them back to their senses. Liam got up to answer it, leaving Ayame watching him wistfully.
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Hehe. . .first little taste of romance right there =D This chapter is your little Christmas present, now give me one and REVIEW!
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A stunned gasp sprang from both of them; unconsciously their hands gripped each other's tightly. Speechless for quite some time, Liam finally found the breath to gasp out a question, too simple to voice all the misgivings in his head. "How did you know our names?"
A brief, harsh laugh escaped the prince. "That was the least of my troubles, since there are cameras all along that hallway. Didn't think of that, did you? But you were never in any real danger, I had the monitors for those particular cameras completely under my control while you were in the palace. Don't look so surprised. I planted that mission for you specifically in the pub."
"But. . .why?" Ayame was staring at him, bewilderment plain on her face.
"Because I too know of the prophecy; I know very well who Liam is, and I knew who YOU were, Ayame. Why do you think my father had your memory wiped?" He silenced their impending questions with an imperial wave of his hand. "Wait until I'm finished talking before you interrupt again! As I know you're wondering, my purpose in doing all that was this: I know where the last crystal is, and I want to destroy it."
Both of them opened their mouths yet again, but Madi was quicker. "Silence! There is no use in asking me why, because I will not tell you. I cannot destroy the crystal myself; being royalty is not all that easy, you know. I'm followed by servants and guards everywhere I go." Liam and Ayame exchanged a sarcastic oh-how-horrible look. "Needless to say, I cannot get to the crystal by myself. You have no idea how difficult it was to get here by myself tonight. I-"
He broke off mid-sentence, glancing up with sudden urgency. "I must go. I will contact you soon, if possible." Leaping up, he made a dash for the door, ignoring cries of outrage as he rammed people aside unconcernedly. The instant he was gone, the rest of their clan swarmed back over, firing endless questions at them. Liam and Ayame refused to say anything, still somewhat in a state of shock as they pushed their way through the crowded pub to the back. Unable to get through easily, Liam was finally forced to use his sword as a threat. He backed up slowly while brandishing the sword, Ayame leading the way for him, and both of them locked themselves into the first room they came to.
Ayame flung herself on the bed, closing her eyes in exhaustion. Liam sank down next to her, rubbing his temples slowly. "That was. . .strange," he finally murmured, an enormous understatement. She laughed humorlessly, sitting up next to him.
"This is going to be the most dangerous thing we'll ever have to do," she murmured, emerald eyes gazing sightlessly at the wall. "I hate this, this whole idea of our destinies being pre-set. . .it seems so unfair that neither of us has the chance to choose what our lives will be like."
"You don't know the half of it," Liam snorted. "Everyone expects such great things from me, just because Marche was my great-great-great-whatever grandfather. I've spent my whole life so far just trying to live up to other people's expectations."
Tentatively, she laid her hand on his shoulder. "It must be difficult," she sympathized in a small voice. Startled, he turned to look at her, clear blue eyes locked with swirled jade ones. Slowly, painfully, their faces came closer to each other, his hands awkwardly reaching up to touch her dark hair. . .
There came a loud pounding on the door, bringing both of them back to their senses. Liam got up to answer it, leaving Ayame watching him wistfully.
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Hehe. . .first little taste of romance right there =D This chapter is your little Christmas present, now give me one and REVIEW!