Chappy 5:
Kai woke up to a furious knocking on his door. The prince groaned, not wanting to leave his comfy bed. But alas, the knocking did not cease. In fact, in increased. He growled as he jumped out of bed and stomped over to the doorway, obviously VERY annoyed with the person on the other side. He turned the knob and two bodies stumbled through, laughing like idiots. Immediately Kai knew who it was; Tyson and Max. They had probably done something stupid, like ransacking the kitchen or pranking Osuma, another soldier, and his friends. Before the slate-banged man could protest, Max's hand was on his mouth. Tyson put his ear to the door.
"I can't believe they did that!" A voice from outside the door said as they passed. "When I get my hands on them, they'll think twice before snogging in MY pantry!"
After the footsteps were gone, the blonde and the blunette started howling with laughter. Kai pushed Max's hand off his mouth, not amused. But he tolerated it because they were the only open gay couple he knew, and he almost admired HOW open they were. Yet, sometimes it was foolish. Like right now.
"Please tell me you didn't make out on any food." Kai asked, hoping for a negative.
The shortest young man grinned. "No, Tyson was eating it all before we even started."
"I said the only way to stop my mouth was to use his." Tyson smirked, giving a loving, but still mischievous, glance to his boyfriend.
The prince frowned. "Spare me the details, please. Keep your personal business personal."
Max rose a brow, smile widening. "Well, sure, we can keep ours personal, but no one said anything about you."
"Don't you-"
"Oh, you know we're going to interrogate you after your little party." Tyson cut in. "Surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women all evening! I'm so jealous!" Max shot his a glare, but it went unnoticed.
Kai glared daggers at the two. It was too early in the morning to talk to the clowns. He shoved them back through the door. "Go bother someone else. Not the cook, you've probably traumatized the poor woman. And don't come back unless you want a foot in the ass." (A/N: The perfect gesture of love!)
Kai slammed the door shut. Kami! Those two were annoying! He fell back onto his four-poster, king-sized bed. His sheets were black, as was the comforter. Transparent black curtains hung around the divan and the pillows were cased in ebony black, an ebony that reminded him of one such neko-jin.
God dammit! Two days and he still couldn't get the eighth wonder of the world out of his mind. Kai pulled the blankets over his head, burrowing into one of his goose down pillows. It wasn't natural to look that pretty, no, beautiful. Nay, gorgeous. He had tried to draw the kitten's face, but even his talents could not express his raw beauty.
Geez, you'd think he was obsessed or something.
When he was younger, his grandmother used to tell stories about the cat-hybrids. They used to thrive in the deepest part of the woods, living off the land. They cared nothing for gold or money. Every neko-jin was beautiful, inside and out. Now Kai knew what she meant by her description.
According to his grandfather, the late Queen was apparently having an affair with a neko-jin when she was younger, although the King loved her dearly. After a few years, Voltaire found out about his wife. He had her poisoned out of anger and jealousy, although no one knew about the murder, and she died soon after. It was then that he ordered every neko-jin be killed in his rage towards his wife's betrayal. Eventually, as Kai became old enough to think about love, he began to pester him about noble, loyal and proper women. The prince groaned, turning over on his bed. He had more than once wished he was not born into royalty. The rich married for power and respect, the poor married for love. There was betrayal with the wealthy as opposed to the happiness of the lowly.
He sat up slowly, looking out his window. He had spent an hour or so laying in bed, just thinking about that; the neko-jin, his grandparents, love. His brows narrowed, wondering why he related them to each other.
Abruptly, running footsteps sounded down the hallway. Kai stood and opened his door, seeing it was a group of soldiers. They seemed to be angry and worried at the same time. Quickly the prince got dressed and went to go find hind grandfather. He found the old bat near the entrance hall speaking with Boris.
"What's going on?" Kai demanded, not wasting any time with idle chit-chat.
Voltaire turned to his grandson. "There's been a prison breach." He informed the younger man. "The thief and the murderer have escaped."
He rose a questionable brow. "How is that possible? Our cells are impenetrable."
"That's what we thought." Boris replied. "But the bars on the murderer's cell were snapped and somehow covered in ice, as were the thief's. What's even stranger is that there were blue feathers found all over the hallway."
Kai scowled, not believing the ridiculous words. "That's ludicrous!"
The king growled in his throat, then spoke. His voice was extremely aggravated. "If you don't believe it, then go check the prison yourself."
A/N: Ah, what part do Tala and Bryan have to play in all of this? More than it would seem. evil laugh Tune in next week for the next episode of 'Cinderella: Kon Style!
Oh god, I'm a loser.