Dedication: Sailor Pluto Fans who have to look all over ff.net to get a decent story about her. I just hope mine is one of them.
Warning: This is experimental, probably on the cliche side
Chapter 1: The Portrait
The King of Pluto was walking up and down the paintings of the past decade. Scratching his goatee, he would look at one of the pictures, study it and go down to the others. When he was finished looking at the last picture, he paused. His face was in deep thought. Suddenly he got an idea. "Birng the royal painter to me!" he exclaimed.
The painter was brought to the king. He was an young man with blue eyes and had purple hair. He was dressed in a button down shirt and was wearing white dress pants. Some paint decorated his nose. He stood at attention while the King walked in front of him. "You called, sire?" he asked.
The king looked at him. "Your paintings haven't been up to your usual standard. Are you losing your touch, Mikito-san?"
Mikito bowed his head "No, your majesty."
The king nodded "I have stood your incompetence for a long time, Mikito-san, but this is the last straw." His voice rose "Guards!"
Two guards appeared out of nowhere and stood at the side of the king. The king pointed at the painter. "Make sure that the painter new living quarters are comfortable."
"You can't do this!" the painter exclaimed.
The king narrowed his eyes "Just watch me. Take him to the dungeon"
The guards took the painter by the arms and started to drag him out of the room. The queen of Pluto walked in. "That was the 40th painter you fired this month."
The king replied "It's not my fault that I demand quality from the painters that I hired."
The queen looked at him skeptically. "So you're saying it's the painter's fault?"
He nodded his head. "Yes."
The queen slapped his forehead. "Time to send out another proclamation. Oh scribe!" A young man came running up to the queen. "Write this down. To the royal subjects of Pluto, due to circumstances the royal painter position has been opened. If you have expectional talent..
***
"Come to the royal palace for an interview and bring your portfolio. No conpeople please" A man was reading off a pole. He turned to a young man. "You don't like the sound of this, do you Nate-san?"
The young man shook his head "You expect me to? I am one of the painters left in the kingdom that hasn't been fired."
"It's a oppropunity. I mean it's can be your way out of the peaseant life."
The man crossed his arms around his chest. "I'm not that good, Charles-san"
"How about that picture you drew, the one called 'Winter fairy-tale'? That one's pretty good"
Charles put his hand on the shoulder "You have the chance of a lifetime. This could be your ticket out."
Nathan snorted. "Working for the King of Pluto? Not exactly a ticket."
"You're not looking at the big picture. This could be it"
Nathan knew when he was beaten. He put his hands in his pockets and sighed "You win."
Charles smiled. "Let's go." They both started walking away from the pole.
A/N: *dodges flying objects* It will live up to the plotline. Just trust me! One more thing, I haven't given the description of the people because it will be given in the next chapter. Long live Spy Groove!!
Eudial (my helper): *shakes head* It just gets worse people, don't encourage her!
Black Ninja Star: Don't listen to her. R&R
Warning: This is experimental, probably on the cliche side
Chapter 1: The Portrait
The King of Pluto was walking up and down the paintings of the past decade. Scratching his goatee, he would look at one of the pictures, study it and go down to the others. When he was finished looking at the last picture, he paused. His face was in deep thought. Suddenly he got an idea. "Birng the royal painter to me!" he exclaimed.
The painter was brought to the king. He was an young man with blue eyes and had purple hair. He was dressed in a button down shirt and was wearing white dress pants. Some paint decorated his nose. He stood at attention while the King walked in front of him. "You called, sire?" he asked.
The king looked at him. "Your paintings haven't been up to your usual standard. Are you losing your touch, Mikito-san?"
Mikito bowed his head "No, your majesty."
The king nodded "I have stood your incompetence for a long time, Mikito-san, but this is the last straw." His voice rose "Guards!"
Two guards appeared out of nowhere and stood at the side of the king. The king pointed at the painter. "Make sure that the painter new living quarters are comfortable."
"You can't do this!" the painter exclaimed.
The king narrowed his eyes "Just watch me. Take him to the dungeon"
The guards took the painter by the arms and started to drag him out of the room. The queen of Pluto walked in. "That was the 40th painter you fired this month."
The king replied "It's not my fault that I demand quality from the painters that I hired."
The queen looked at him skeptically. "So you're saying it's the painter's fault?"
He nodded his head. "Yes."
The queen slapped his forehead. "Time to send out another proclamation. Oh scribe!" A young man came running up to the queen. "Write this down. To the royal subjects of Pluto, due to circumstances the royal painter position has been opened. If you have expectional talent..
***
"Come to the royal palace for an interview and bring your portfolio. No conpeople please" A man was reading off a pole. He turned to a young man. "You don't like the sound of this, do you Nate-san?"
The young man shook his head "You expect me to? I am one of the painters left in the kingdom that hasn't been fired."
"It's a oppropunity. I mean it's can be your way out of the peaseant life."
The man crossed his arms around his chest. "I'm not that good, Charles-san"
"How about that picture you drew, the one called 'Winter fairy-tale'? That one's pretty good"
Charles put his hand on the shoulder "You have the chance of a lifetime. This could be your ticket out."
Nathan snorted. "Working for the King of Pluto? Not exactly a ticket."
"You're not looking at the big picture. This could be it"
Nathan knew when he was beaten. He put his hands in his pockets and sighed "You win."
Charles smiled. "Let's go." They both started walking away from the pole.
A/N: *dodges flying objects* It will live up to the plotline. Just trust me! One more thing, I haven't given the description of the people because it will be given in the next chapter. Long live Spy Groove!!
Eudial (my helper): *shakes head* It just gets worse people, don't encourage her!
Black Ninja Star: Don't listen to her. R&R