Hehe, no one guessed who it is! But, CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES FOR ALL!
Chappy 7: Party Time!
Max made his way towards the ballroom, wondering if Tyson had dumped him for the food table. He really didn't mind his boyfriend's food obsession, and he was relieved he didn't get fat(ter). They could always have fun with it, and boy did they have fun with it! Max loved it when Tyson would lick chocolate off him, and he always tasted like chocolate too afterwards which got the blond's hormones going crazy! He loved anything sweet, and Tyson was his candy-land.
He shook his head, pushing away his dirty thoughts. He wanted this night to be romantic, and he felt a little bad for the prince. Kai didn't have anyone he loved to spend the night with. He had to pick through the pile, find one he liked, and had to get to know them during the ball, which surely wasn't romantic. 'At least he doesn't have to spend time with Mr. RedHead-NutJob now.' Max thought with a smile. He quickened his pace. He was already late as it was.
Max made his way down the stairs and down the hall to the ballroom. The hallway walls were covered with paintings of the royal dynasty. Voltaire's son, Voltaire, Voltaire's grandfather, Voltaire's grandfather's grandfather, Voltaire's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, etcetera. He paused when he spotted someone standing in front of the painting of Karakai Hiwatari, prince Kai's father. The figure had a slim physique and a medium height. Raven bangs were held up by a red bandana with a thin line of gold. Over a red short-sleeved shirt was a beautiful silk Chinese top, white with gold trim. The sleeves were cut, then rejoined on the lower arm. A golden sash was tied around his thin waist, leaving two parts that hung like banners. His pants were black with red trim at the bottom, white socks and then satin black slippers. A white wrap held back their very long, ebony hair, which made his skin seem even more fair.
Max made his way over to the person, now identified as a male due to his flat chest. Clearing his throat, he caught the attention of the boy, who turned his…brown eyes to the soldier. "Um, hello. You're here for the ball, right?" He asked, putting on a smile.
The other smiled back, bowing his head a bit. "Yes, I am."
"Well, usually the guests go to the ballroom. I'm not accusing you of anything, but sometimes we get thieves, since, y'know, everyone's attention is somewhere else." He gave a sheepish smile.
He nodded his head. "Of course, I understand." The boy turned, but turned back. "If you don't mind me asking, who's that?" He pointed to the painting.
Max blinked, confused. He must have been a foreigner or really forgetful no to know who that was. "Er, that's former king, Karakai Hiwatari."
He nodded. "Oh I see. He reminds me of someone I know."
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Rei entered the ballroom after his little chat with the young blond soldier. It looked like Driger's spell worked; if the person didn't already know what colour his eyes were, then they appeared brown. That tiger was his saving grace. He really owed a lot to him, even though he couldn't really pay him back. Oh well, life would go on. But he had until midnight to enjoy himself.
The ballroom was beautiful, to say the least. The walls almost glowed gold, red banners along the them, and the floor was made of polished white marble. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the most elaborate hung in the middle. Instead on plain white crystal, coloured crystals hung from it in a pattern that, if you looked directly up at it, the crystals made a phoenix. The windows higher up were stunning stain-glass, and there was a wide set of windows that almost reached the floor and the ceiling, which allowed an excellent view of the town and part of the countryside. Satin table cloths hung over redwood buffet tables, the legs visible as the white material only covered part of them. Many couples were dancing to the music of a band near the wide windows. Rei was reminded of flowers as he watched them all. Dresses, robes and suits all flashed with vibrant colour. The women had on masks of make up and glittered with jewelry. Even the men wore trinkets that made them seem more attractive. He felt rather simple and looked down at his clothes. 'I'm wearing Chinese clothing, and no one else is. I'm not simple, I'm unique.' He thought, smiling.
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Prince Kai held in his annoyance as his fan club of groupies followed him to the buffet table. He picked up a crystal goblet of red wine and sipped it occasionally, watching the scene before him. The die-hard-fans weren't close to him, but he felt their eyes and heard their giggles. He felt the urge to crush the glass in his hand, but then again, the pretty wineglass didn't do anything to him. It merely held what would be his relief for the night. He wore black pants, black boots, a black short-sleeved shirt, silver bands on his arms, and his favorite white scarf. Of course, there was a bit of red here and there to go with his eyes. Midnight blue triangles were painted onto his cheeks.
His gaze landed on a certain boy, raven hair, fair skin, and precious kitty-eyes. Only, this time, he wasn't covered in dirt and wearing hand-me-downs. No, he wore exquisite silk clothing and had managed that ebony waterfall into a hair wrap. He hadn't hid himself under puffy clothes or showy gems, and that was the way Kai liked it. He set his now empty glass back on the table and made his way over to the neko-jin.
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Rei felt a tap on his shoulder as he was watching the feet of a dancing couple. Looking up he saw a familiar face with red eyes.
"Care to dance?" Asked the young, slate-banged man.
He blinked in surprise. "You!"
"Yes me." He smiled. "I didn't know you'd be at my party."
"Your party?"
The man smirked. "Yes, my party. You don't keep up with current affairs, do you?"
"Um, no, not really." Rei blushed a little, embarrassed at his lack of government knowledge. 'Wait, then that means this guys…' He blushed even more when he realized who exactly this was. 'I knew he looked familiar!'
"I'm still waiting for an answer."
"Hm?" He snapped out of his thought-ranting.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked patiently, smiling at the boy's nervousness.
A/N: Cliffy again, but you already know what the answer is. I hope to get chappy 8 up sooner than this one.
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