------The dairy of a Dark Prince----

Since the 'worlds' are merged together, Lightning and the others will be in here too. This chapter is going to be 'okay' in a way. So please bear with me.

Just to let you know, he didn't write in his dairy in the first chapter, it was his POV. I'll deep a bit deeper into his past, and that will be difficult since the game isn't out....and besides, it's going to get better. Backstabbing higher-ups, bitching princesses, idiot people, stupid soldiers...wow maybe I should make this a drama. *I'm not, just saying*

Please review and tell me what you think!

It was early in morning, Laris gave me a wake up call that still gives me the shivers. I blink sleepy as I wake up and washed myself to get ready for the meetings I was about to attend today. I wondered if this was going to go on forever: meetings with the Council Men, stacks of papers of treaties and laws.

This is a life of a Prince. I sighed and went to the sink. Turning on the faucet, cold water went rushing out. I cupped my hands and splashed the water in my face. I gasped, that gave me a jolt I wanted in the morning. The coldness matching the floor. I shook my head in amusement and grabbed the towel on the right to wipe the dampness from my face.

There was a knock at the door and I said come in. The door opened and revealed Laris, a man with blond hair smiling at me. "Noctis, heh...sorry about the wake up call. I didn't know it was that loud." He smiled sheepishly and changed the subject. "A-Anyways, the Council Men want you. Something about a ball?" A sharp sigh came out of me before I knew it.

My friend looked at me and grinned,"Yeah, I know, it sucks. So, are you going to show up soon? They're kind of anxious....and you know what happens when those old timers get like that." I put the towel on the rack and nodded to Laris. He nodded back and walked out of the door, waving good-bye.

The sudden pressure of the ball broke the stillness of the room and gave me more stress in the upcoming days. I rubbed my temples and walked out of my room, closing the door with a slight slam. The hallways were dark and empty like any other place, but it still seems strange that someone or to my surprise anyone could live here. Tapestries hung, dusty and forgotten.

Cloths that covered small coffee tables that also held vases also were forgotten. I ignored the lack of cleaning them; I really didn't care, to me they were just material things. Nothing important to me, well at least for the time being anyway. They could be used as weapons unless an intruder gets inside which is highly unlikely.

I stopped in front of one of the many doors that had the same color as any other door in my castle: gray or black. Closing my eyes I opened it. Streams of light came from the high upper windows as I came in. The room was as big as any room inside the castle: tall, white pillars to support the heavy ceiling up above, the marble tiles gave the ceiling a reflection, and in the middle of the room was a long and dark table surrounded by old-fashioned chairs that were all occupied by the Council.

I held my head high as I approached the men who bowed their heads to me in respect. Then I sat at the head of the table, overseeing all of them. They were old men, ages were between 35-60 years old the last time I checked. They all wore suits instead of the usual outfit that Council Men usually wore: white togas.

I waited until the tension was eased off and then spoke,"I see that you sent me a messenger. About a ball?" My face was emotionless as the men shifted in the chairs. They know I hated balls, but it was their way of getting me out in the open and have 'fun'.

As the Council, they had the rights to do anything they can to the Prince or any future ruler when it comes to the well-being and health. Why should I go to a ball? It's stuffed with aristocrats who only care for their wealth and lands.

As Prince I had the right to refuse, but that would be worst than going: it could cause a rift between the neighboring countries surrounding us. There was already a war going on and I didn't want to go into another one. As they waited anxiously I glared at them and thought about the good things that could happen.

For once, I could pick up some information about the enemies at the boarder. Second, it could give me a place to connect to the other nations. Third, it gives Marcus, Laris, and Cato a break. It seems they needed it after all they've been through. Fourth, this gives me the time to irk the Counsel which is very rare.

Their eyes shifted from each other as I stopped the glare and the corners of my mouth twitched. "I'll go to the ball," A sigh of relief. My mouth twitched again,"but on one condition. I can do anything at the ball. That includes going to the grounds." They frowned, it was a hard bargain in the beginning.

After a long moment they finally agreed and I stood up and walked quietly out of the room and felt many eyes behind me as I walked away from them. The air of satisfaction closing in on me as I tried to suppress the twitching from my mouth.

Revenge is sweet isn't it?

Ah, revenge is sweet. Noctis is going to a ball. Sucks for him. NOTE: STELLA WILL BE IN HERE. I know, I know, it's short and lacking in the diary stuff. I'll get to that soon! Keep yer pant on people!

Oh about Laris's wake-up call. You guys can think up of anything....

Twitching must bother Noctis alot.

Your author,

Yuki Minamoto