Rim: Okay for those who don't know, I just recently moved from my home in North Carolina to Georgia so right now I update when I can. But I do promise to update whenever I can, and just so you know, riding the train around town is fun. Anyone who stays in Georgia let me know and maybe we can hang. I live by the North Springs train station, now that I have that out the way, on with the story.
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The sunlight pushed through the tightly drawn crimson curtains, skimming along the floor before the light slinked a path up the bed and across the cover which was by now at the waist of a certain red head Russian prince. As the light moved further, stretching out in the process, a hand could clearly be seen clenching the satin sheets on the bed. Sweat coated the hand and arm, shining in the morning sunlight, the grip on the cover tightening by the minute. As the light continued to stretch even further, the motion of a body convulsing was uncovered from the darkness of the room.
A ragged gasp escaped the contorted face twisted into a mask of rage and fear all at once before the color momentarily drained from it. As the sunlight continued to travel further up, more sweat could be seen clinging to the pale skin of the Russian prince. When the light finally unveiled the face from the shadows of darkness, a pair of glacier blue eyes snapped open, the body jerking up until it sat erect in the bed. For a long minute, the prince didn't move, remaining upright, until his body slumped down, hitting the bed with a soft thud.
The eyes continued to remain unseeing, staring at something other than the ceiling which featured a silver wolf which had the exact same predatorily icy eyes as the prince. The ceiling painting of the wolf stared back at him, calming his soul which was fired by a burning rage of hate and disgust. The only thought which continued to flare in his mind was the image of a single figure which had evaded his fury for so long. His mouth turned downwards, the frown setting deep into the corners.
The Russian prince felt his mind growl at him once more, something it seemed to have been doing a lot lately whenever his thoughts focused in on his prey: the lithe brunette prince from the Bakuten Kingdom of Japan. He didn't know what it was about him, but the more time that passed only pissed him off more. He hated everything about the boy, from his soft spoken nature to his admiration for his brother. Every time he considered thinking about the two brothers, a rage fueled so deep within his heart that it threatened to break free each time and swallow him and anything around him whole.
Sitting up in bed once more, the older Russian prince raked a hand through his matted hair, a scowl crossing his lips with the mass of red clinging damply to his scalp. He didn't feel like managing it, let alone calling a servant to his room in order to fix his hair. Of course, the servant summoned for the job would be that boy…and Tala doubted he could take the boy's presence without wanting to strangle the life out of him. Right now, he wanted to break the boy, not kill him. That would come later, when he had no further use for a broke toy.
He would stay in his room once more; there was no real need for him to get out of bed yet. Or even to venture down to breakfast. Noting the sour coating on his tongue from waking up, he decided that he wasn't hungry. He felt just as sour inside and not just what was on his tongue. Lifting a knee to prop up on, he lowered his forehead onto his hand, closing his eyes and listening to his slow, unsteady breathing. More sunlight entered the room as the sun now forced its way through the curtains. The sweat covering Tala's body soon dried, but his skin still felt clammy and filthy.
"It's always like this…isn't it?" Tala muttered to no one in particular. "It will remain like this, won't it?"
Before Tala could sink deeper into his thoughts, there came a light knock on the door, followed by the voice that he hated the most. That brunette…the one who was the cause for this unreasonable rage to swell up in his soul and burn it to a fiery cinder while the unsuspecting person continued to remain oblivious to what he was doing to the older prince. Maybe he should let the boy in, that way…no…he couldn't be held responsible for what might happen if he allowed the boy to come in.
Staying in bed, listening to the boy call out his name and ask whether or not he was up yet, Tala kept his eyes closed, forcing all images out of his head of himself doing unmentionable things to the brunette. Eventually, the sound of the boy's voice died down and footsteps could be heard leaving the door. Things would be nice and fine, if the door to his room didn't open after a few minutes of silence, then close soundly. Opening his blue eyes, Tala could only see a shadow move from the door over to the shut curtains. Wincing when the curtains were pulled open, shining light into his eyes, Tala growled low at the figure who dared to do something so ostentatious.
"You know, that boy was worried about you," the young baron said, making his way over to the scowling red head seated in the bed. Light colored eyes roamed over the figure, ignoring the look on the other teen's face. "You haven't been out of your room in three straight days. Don't you think that you've done enough brooding yet?"
"I'm not brooding," Tala stated evenly. "Now get the hell out of my room. I didn't ask for your company, why don't you go bother Kai if you have nothing better to do with your time? I'm not in the mood to deal with you Bryan."
"You shoo me away like I'm a simple servant, it doesn't work like that Tala," Bryan said, seating himself on the edge of the bed, continuing to stare in amusement at the scowl which deepened. "Maybe if you were Kai, I would listen to that demand…maybe."
"You don't want me to make you get out, do you?" Tala said his icy eyes flashing with murder at the teen seated on the end of his bed. I don't have to remind you that you're not dealing with Kai here. I will not hesitate to kill you if you blink the wrong way at me. I've done it plenty of times before."
"Are you trying to threaten me, Prince Tala?" Bryan inquired. "I don't scare easily, if you must know. So be civil and hang up the threats for a few minutes. I came as a friend instead of an enemy, my dear prince."
"Friend?" Tala snorted. "When have you ever been a friend to me? Or even someone who I would want to consider under such a preposterous term as you use lightly?"
"I seem to keep forgetting that you don't want or need friends, the same applies to family and—" The young baron closed his mouth, seeing the change within the prince's eyes. Still keeping his spot at the edge of the bed, despite the dangerous glare coating the icy spheres the red head called eyes, Bryan decided to redirect his statements to the point for which he had originally came for. "I learned something interesting from Kai."
"That you don't know when to shut up, and that it really is a way to piss people off more, especially when they're in a bad mood?" Tala questioned.
"No," Bryan smiled, amused by the remark made. "Besides my dear prince, I happen to know that my speech towards others has done no more than upset them for brief amounts of time, you are a completely different case all together. You seem to always be pissed off when there is no reason behind it."
"There's always a reason behind everything," Tala said simply. "Now what is your reason for interrupting my peace for that bit of dribble?"
"Dribble?" Bryan laughed.
"Just get to the damn point to what you're trying to say," Tala interrupted before Bryan could say anything else. "I thought I told you I'm in a bad mood. Hurry it up and tell me what you're doing in my room so I can kick you out."
"Since you put it that way, fine, I'll tell you," Bryan smirked. The young baron leaned back against the bed post, staring at the agitated red headed prince, his eyes flickering with amusement. "Your brother told me something interesting."
"I don't care," Tala said. "And if that's the only reason that you're in here, get the hell out now."
"Not so fast, Tala," Bryan grinned. "You haven't heard the entire statement that I was about to say. It doesn't involve just something random that I found interesting. What I discovered came as a shock to me when I heard it."
"Will you stop talking in fucking riddles and tell me exactly what it is, since you think I should know about it so much," Tala hissed, the level of his agitation skyrocketing by the minute.
"Pardon my teasing, dear prince," Bryan apologized, the smirk still intact to the corner of his mouth. "I only meant to make you inquire more interestingly about the discovery that I have unearthed. But since you are in no moods for it, I will tell you straight out. You see, when I spoke to your brother over the young prince that serves him, he would not allow me to name a prince for the boy."
"What does that have to do with me?" Tala questioned.
"I was just getting to that, my dear prince," Bryan assured. "The further we continued to speak on things he told me that he hadn't yet taken the boy to bed. He told me that he thinks the same applies to you also. I came to inquire if by chance there was any truth to that statement. Have you really left the boy to remain untouched for six months?"
"Are you trying to state an interest in the boy?" Tala raised a brow, seeing the baron shake his head no. "Then why bring it up, it's not your business what I do, or don't. And neither is it Kai's business on that matter. If I don't want to touch him, then I won't."
"But it's unlike you to do something like this both myself and your brother know you all too well. You enjoy destroying other's lives because you hate to see other people happy. You've always been that way, dear prince. Why are you stopping now?"
"Stopping, who said anything about me stopping? Just because I haven't touched the boy yet you think I've stopped, you both are such idiots. He's my toy to do with whatever I want, if I want to slowly destroy this one, it's my business," Tala snapped.
"But he has a brother whom he admires much," Bryan said, pointing out the reason behind many of Tala's actions. "You're letting an opportunity like that slip away so easily. By chance…do you happen to care for the boy? Is that why you're being so lenient and not breaking his spirit like all the others who have come to you before? I thought I would never see the day when that would happen, but here I am, witnessing this. You know, the boy had a concerned look on his face when he was leaving the door."
"And, what does that have to do with me?" Tala scoffed. "I don't care about the boy's sentiments towards me. He's my servant, and his existence means nothing to me. He could die right now and I wouldn't care."
"Do you really believe the words that you're speaking, prince?" Bryan questioned. "Do you really think that you don't care about him and that you can push away any rising feelings, if they are really there, by that explanation? I would tell you what I thought, but I doubt that you would allow me the pleasure of saying it and walking out of this room alive."
"I don't know why I've let you stay alive this long as it is," Tala growled. "The more you speak, I want to rip out your vocal chords and watch your slow death. If have to be joking if you think I would care about that boy. He's pathetic, a worthless waste of my time that can't do anything on his own without looking for guidance from someone. Why would I want to care for someone like that? The sight of him makes me sick to my stomach."
"I see…so you don't care for him because he reminds you of—"
"Shut your damn mouth now," Tala growled, knowing full well what the other was about ready to say, and not at all liking the subject to be brought up in his presence. "Get the hell out of my room right now before I do kill you."
Seeing the deathly look within Tala's eyes, Bryan stood up from where he sat, bowing to the prince silently before turning away and walking out of the room, leaving the red haired prince to fume where he sat in his bed. A violent tremor shook Tala's entire body as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to make the pain in his chest go away once again. He wasn't about ready to think about her…she was dead, she couldn't hold him back anymore, but for some reason…she was still doing it even now.
"Damn you…damn you to hell…why won't you just stay dead," he muttered, collapsing on his side in the bed. Outside the door, Bryan listened to the struggle inside the room, shaking his head with a light smile before heading off down the hall to head towards the wing where Tyson and Kenny's rooms were. It was still fairly early in the morning, and about time for Prince Tyson to wake for breakfast.
He would surprise the teen by coming to wake him up by his own means. Bryan felt the smirk stretch wider across his lips as he thought about how he was going to wake the bluenette up from his sleep. Continuing along his walk to the next wing over, Bryan headed down to Tyson's room, quietly opening the door to find that the young prince was still in bed asleep. Closing the door silently, Bryan walked up towards the bed, careful that his footsteps don't make too much of a sound. The blue haired prince remained asleep, turning to lay on his back before slipping deeper into sleep.
Walking up to the bed, Bryan placed a knee onto it, lightly hoisting himself up on the bed and crawling over the boy. Tyson made some sort of soft noise, before turning his head to the side and continuing to sleep. Pulling the cover from around Tyson's shoulders, Bryan leaned forward, licking his lips at the sight of the bare throat beckoning him to mark it. Leaning down to kiss the throat, Bryan heard a soft hitch of breath from the prince under him. Taking his time to lick and suck at the skin, Bryan eventually bit down on it, drawing a whimper of pain from the bluenette.
"Stop…Kai…" Tyson murmured softly, trying to turn his head away as Bryan licked the dots of blood from where his teeth broke the skin. Pulling back, Bryan let a triumphant smirk, staring down at where Tyson's eyes were fluttering open.
"Too bad I'm not Kai, he might have stopped," Bryan said, leaning down to kiss at Tyson's throat again. "But maybe if you beg me enough, I will think about stopping…only after you've submitted to me."
"What do you think you're doing?" Tyson said, trying to push Bryan off him, but Bryan pinned them to the bed, with a grin stretched across his face. "Get off of me!"
"What's wrong Prince Tyson? You don't want me to do what you obviously want Kai to do?" Bryan replied, pressing his knees into the side of Tyson's sides to hold him still. Tyson tried to thrash and push the baron off him, but with Bryan being so much heavier than him, the fight was futile. "Stop fighting me, it's not like I'm going to hurt you."
"Well I don't want you to do whatever you want either," Tyson shouted, continuing to fight the other teen over him. "Why don't you go find something else to do?"
"Other than you, what else would I want to do that would be more fun than this?" Bryan grinned. Moving his hand, Bryan captured Tyson's hands above his head using his free hand Bryan moved it under Tyson's shirt, hearing the surprised gasp escape his lips at the cool touch. "You like that don't you?"
"Stop it!" Tyson thrashed more, feeling the cool hand travel upwards across his stomach. "Stop touching me damn it!"
"Do you really want me to stop?" Bryan grinned.
"Yes! Now let me go!" Tyson screamed, managing to free one of his hands. Swinging it upwards, he felt it connect with the young baron's jaw. The blow jerked Bryan back a little, his hand releasing the grip on Tyson's other hand, which gave the prince enough time to free his hand and push the baron onto the floor. Sitting up in bed, Tyson glared at the male sprawled on the floor. Tyson was more than shocked when the light haired young man began laughing.
"You certainly are a forceful one," Bryan grinned, standing up from the floor to stare at Tyson. "I figured you would let me do what I wanted when you realized that I wasn't about to let you go."
"Of course not!" Tyson said hotly. "I told you that I'm not going to be so easily submissive to either you or Kai. I'm not a bed maid who doesn't mind being used for your pleasure. And don't think that you can just be so bold as to make me one either!"
"That fiery behavior makes me want you even more. Maybe that's why Kai didn't want to sell you to me," Bryan said, brushing off his clothing. "You have a great influence on him, little prince. You're the first person he's ever decided to wait for so long to make his. You're lucky, usually he only waits one or two weeks before he takes what he wants. But you've had six months to enjoy."
"Kai isn't going to break me. When I go back home to my homeland, things are going to be different. He won't get the chance to do what he likes. All I have to do is wait out another few days, maybe even a week and then all these nightmares will be over. I can put it behind me and forget all about how I was treated by you and that asshole," Tyson stated.
"My…do you really think you should be using that sort of language?" Bryan teased. "That's not exactly the way a prince should be talking. You've been a servant for too long, you're beginning to pick up their manner of talking."
"What do you care?" Tyson demanded.
"I care a lot in fact," Bryan said. "If you were to be my servant, I would make sure you weren't treated in this manner. I would make sure that you were treated like the prince you are."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure you would," Tyson scoffed. "You're no better than Kai. You may say one thing, but you will do the total opposite of it, once you have my trust. You both are exactly the same!"
"I'm hurt you would think such a thing," Bryan shook his head. "You haven't given yourself a chance to get to know me. Once you take the time out to understand that my feelings for you are more than just lust, you will see that I am not the same as Kai. We think on two different wavelengths entirely.
"Oh, yeah I'm sure," Tyson doubted, climbing out of bed just in case Bryan decided he was going to pounce on him once again. Once the bed separated the two, Tyson pointed to the door in which Bryan had first come in at. "That is a fascinating theory you have, but I still don't believe that you're any different than Kai. Now if you will excuse me, I want to be alone."
"If that's what you really want little prince, then I shall abide by your wish. I just want you to remember that if you happen to change your mind just come find me and I promise to show you what separates me from Kai," Bryan smirked, bowing to Tyson before heading out the door. Once it was shut, Tyson let out a shaky breath, a flush coming to his cheeks, still feeling the cool touch against his heated skin.
"Hell…" Tyson sighed to himself, falling back on the bed. Raising a hand to his neck, Tyson realized that the other had left a mark. If Kai saw the mark, the Russian prince…who knew what Kai would do or say to him. He might even think that Tyson in fact let Bryan mark him just out of spite. "Why the hell am I thinking about what he thinks about this? It's none of his concern who I…"
Tyson let the sentence trail off, realizing what he was about to say. It's none of his concern who I let do things like that to me. Of course it was true, but the fact that Tyson sounded like he really did care upset him briefly. He didn't know why, but the simple thought of it…well frankly made him quite uneasy. He didn't care what Kai thought, then again, as of late, things had taken a completely different turn for another and Tyson found that occasionally his thought partner around Kai changed drastically. As if they were in a love/hate relationship completely out of balance.
"No! There's no way that I like that…that…get a hold of yourself Tyson, you're just confused and tired, and you're ready to go back to Japan. It's nothing more than that. There's no way you're in love with that arrogant bastard," Tyson muttered to himself. Turning his head to the side, Tyson looked over in the direction of the crate where his rabbit was, but found it empty. Getting off the bed, Tyson quickly rushed over towards it, finding a note within the crate. Picking it up, Tyson read what was on there.
Brother, I hope you don't mind, but I took Konan outside with me to get some fresh air. I promise to change the cloth and apply more salve to the wound. You can find me outside in the gardens when you are awake. It seems that it's going to be another day where I have nothing to do. Prince Tala is still locked away in his room.
With a sigh, Tyson let the note fall to the floor, shuffling over to the window and opening the curtains. Warm sunlight poured into the room, creating a light halo of blue around Tyson's head. Leaning against the windowsill, Tyson used one hand to push the window open and breathe in the cold morning air. Another day at the Russian palace had started, but he kept in mind that it was one day closer to his departure from the palace of nightmares it had become. He and his brother would be leaving for Japan in the next month, with the two Russian princes to accompany them on their way home.
Once they reached Japan, Tyson would make sure to let King Boris know about the treatment his two sons had put their guests through. And then Prince Kai and Tala would be reprimanded for their actions. Or maybe not… What if King Boris knew all about the treatments his sons were showing to all those that came to the Russian palace. Could that have been the plan from the beginning?
"No!" Tyson thought to himself, shaking his head back and forth. "There's no way that King Boris would do something like that and help us at the same time. But what if…what if he has allowed the Bakuten Kingdom to fall into enemy hands…?"
It would definitely make sense for why he was away for six whole months without going to check up on his guests. Then again, he might have been fighting off enemy forces in the last six months to save the Bakuten Kingdom and didn't have time to come back in case the enemy might try to attack with him gone. It wouldn't make much sense if he had allowed something to happen to the Bakuten Kingdom without either destroying Tyson and Kenny by now or making them surrender to the Russian Empire's control.
Why would someone who wanted to control a kingdom, or destroy it want to send home the heir of the kingdom? Why not just kill off those who would stand in the way of ruling it. Surely King Boris didn't know the truth about the Bakuten's power and thought the sacred guardians were only legends used to scare off enemies. He had indeed mentioned forming ties with Japan, and they were only supposed to say until their father recovered. Could that be…maybe his father was now just recovering from his illness.
"Why do I doubt King Boris?" Tyson whispered. "He came to Japan when he had no reason to. He could have allowed us to be attacked and wiped out. I shouldn't doubt his motives, he is a good man. I'm sure he knows nothing of his sons' mistreatment of us." Moving away from the window, Tyson went to go get dressed. He should probably find out if Kai wanted his breakfast served and then find his brother.
Once he was finished getting dressed, Tyson walked over to the door, and opened it. Just when he was about to step out into the hallway, a shadow fell over him. Tyson was about to open his mouth to speak when a cloth covered his mouth and nose, a strong scent invading the two open areas. A hand found its way to the back of Tyson's head, pushing his face more into the cloth. For a long minute, Tyson struggled with the person, until his eyes went blur. Grasping at the person, Tyson eventually went limp, the figure lifting the now unconscious prince over his shoulder and carrying him down the hall quietly.
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Kai looked up from his meal, staring at his friend as Bryan walked into the dining area and sat down at the table. One of the maids hurriedly went to the kitchen and brought out another tray of food, setting it in front of the young baron. Bryan curtly nodded to the young girl who stationed herself by the table. Red eyes roamed over the fair haired young man before a smirk came to Kai's face.
"He wasn't that easy to persuade this morning, was he Bryan?" Kai stated, indicating to the rouge color lighting up one side of the baron's face.
"He is certainly a force to consider in the mornings, it makes me want the boy more. But it did upset me that when I marked him my property for the time being, that your name slipped passed his lips instead of mine."
"You think marking him will make him yours?" Kai inquired with an amused brow. "It won't do any good, because he wants me. He might not admit it now, but he wants me, he's just being stubborn in not accepting what his body and mind already knows. It won't make a difference how much you try, my dear friend."
"We will see," Bryan said, picking up his spoon and dipping it into the bowl of beef stew that was made for breakfast. Toasted bread sat on a separate plate, butter rolling off the side of the cut loaf slices. Bryan picked up a slice of the toasted bread, biting into it.
"You plan to be persistent, don't you?" Kai remarked, picking up his cup of ale and drinking it. His eyes remained on Bryan as the baron nodded shortly and continued his meal. "Then I guess that I have unwanted competition."
"No," Bryan smirked, his eyes glinting. "I have unwanted competition." The comment made Kai put his cup down on the table and laugh, the dual haired bluenette prince amused by the boldness of his friend. The meal continued in silence for ten minutes before both men's attentions were brought to the newcomer who had finally decided to stop sulking in his room and come down for breakfast. Tala said nothing to either one of the boys as he sat down and ordered the maid to bring him just a cup of ale. The maid left, returning with the cup momentarily and sitting it down on the table in front of Tala.
"You know, brother," Kai said, watching the red head down the entire cup in only three gulps then demanded the maid to bring him another one. "You might want to put some food on your stomach to ensure that you won't get drunk then do something regrettable in a drunken state of mind."
"Shut up," Tala growled his temper flaring worst than what it was earlier that morning. "I don't need you telling me what I need to do. Just mind your own business."
"So, you're in one of those moods," Kai replied softly.
"No thanks to you and that bastard of a friend of yours," Tala snapped.
"Technically, it's my fault, after all, Kai wasn't there to say what I said to you, Tala," Bryan pointed out.
"Well, I still blame you both," Tala countered hotly, picking up the cup of ale once it was sat on the table and downed it in less time than he had the first cup. "Because it was neither of your businesses what I do with my time or my servants."
"I guess that answers the question as to what I did," Kai said, going back to eating. Or he would have gone back to eating if one of the stable boys didn't come rushing into the dining area with wide brown eyes. All three men looked up at the boy who was rapidly speaking, all his words running together into one long sentence. Eventually, just out of irritation, Tala got up from his seat and walked over to the stable boy, soundly smacking him across the cheek.
"Slow the hell down what are you ranting on about?" Tala folded his arms over one another as the stable boy stared up at Tala with huge eyes before speaking once again.
"There was this man…he stole one of the horses and he rode off! He had Prince Tyson slung over his shoulders when he left!"
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Rim: Yes! I did it B.T. and Chaco! I have had Tyson kidnapped, you two knew what I was going to do and I did it because I have the power! And with this power, I now end the chapter for another day, just so I can let myself have time to work on a small little side project. Until the next chapter, please keep my death threats at a minimum.