So writers block has finally lifted a bit on this one! So its back!
6 years passed and Prince Ichigo grew into a strong minded child, his mother loved him dearly and his father was immensely proud of him. Ichigo excelled in sword fighting, archery and horse riding, however the crown prince hated the more gentlemanly art of dancing.
A small red haired boy crouched outside the castle kitchen and giggled, stood next to him was an equally small white haired boy and an orange haired boy. All three were dressed in fine clothes little jackets of silver, mint green and midnight blue accompanied by shorts of the same colour. The look was finished off by three small pairs of black leather shoes.
"Shh Renji, or we'll be caught again!" Ichigo hissed as he playfully slapped the other boy upside the head.
"Ouch!" Renji rubbed his head and scowled.
"Both of you be quiet!" The white haired boy frowned but the smallest hint of a smile on his face. Toshiro was only six but he was already the most serious of the three friends. He was the son of the Kings hand, a man employed to govern in the Kings stead when he was otherwise indisposed. Toshiro would one day inherit his father's position as Ichigo would inherit his fathers. Toshiro and Ichigo had met on the prince's first birthday, when a baby Ichigo leaned over from his mother's lap and pulled a tuft of snow white hair that happened to belong to Toshiro and they had been inseparable ever since.
The two had met Renji later when the pair were three. Renji had come to the palace with his mother who was a newly appointed Lady in waiting to the Queen. Renji held tight onto his mother's hand as she took him to into the gardens to introduce him to the Queen, where she watched over the boys as they played. Renji would always remember how kindly she smiled at him that day, as if she were his own mother.
Natural curiosity had overcome the two noble boys and it wasn't long before they came over to investigate the red haired boy. The three had bonded instantly and from that day wherever there was trouble it was guaranteed the three boys were in the middle of it.
Ichigo gently pushed the door to the kitchen open and peered inside.
"I see it, I see it!" Renji clapped his hands over his mouth as if the action would quell his excitement. Ichigo peered around the door to look inside the massive wood and marble kitchen. Success! The kitchen was empty, Ichigo motioned to his friends that the coast was clear with a wave of his hand and the pair followed the young prince in the direction of their prize. The cookie jar sat proudly on the furthest marble counter from the door, its glass glistening as if teasing the three boys, its belly full of freshly baked cookies.
The three crossed the room quickly and quietly and in no time at all Ichigo was reaching for the jar when...
"Now, now Your Majesty what would your mother say about you sneaking into the kitchen between meals?"
Ichigo froze. He knew that voice as they all did, very well, too well. It was Yoruichi Ichigo's wet nurse. For all the trouble that Ichigo got in it would be double that if Yoruichi didn't stop him from carrying out half of the genius plans he and his friends had concocted.
"She'd say I'll ruin my supper." The three boys turned and looked at the floor almost sorry for attempting operation cookie. Almost.
"Exactly now get your butts in the garden and play or I shall make you practice arithmetics if you're that bored!"
The boys never moved so fast as when Yoruichi threatened them with studying.
Soo~ that's a look into little Prince Ichigo's life next up is a peek into Shiro's!