Hello readers! Did you catch my rewrites of chapters...one two and three? Not much changed but I just had to go and do something. I honestly don't see how you stuck with this story so much. It's on two C2 things and I feel so special/cries/ I love you all! Aishiteru, aishiteru minna-san! Thank you for telling me that Krad's eyes were golden. I just wasn't sure...anyways here is your chapter! Warning: it's going to be a bit sexual but we'll shy away from details and stick with..a character who's not being screwed.

Disclaimer: Copyrighted to someone who is not me so if you want to sue all you will get is a few pennies, some dimes and a chance to be stuck with me forever. And trust me you don't want that. /wicked smile/

Chapter Ten

"Dark is plotting something."

"My lord, Sir Dark is always plotting something. And how many of his plots have ever made it past the blueprints?"

"True."

King Mushan gnawed contently on a chicken leg already stripped to the bone. Lazily he tossed it neatly into a dog bowl and the royal dog, Chisi, immediately appeared from out of nowhere to gobble it up. Buuuuurp! One of the king's many attendants hurried forward to wipe his mouth. With a wave of his hand the attendant backed off after a moment. The king really was lost in thought that day. Dark had been unusually cheerful upon his arrival at the castle. He'd even set that maid, Risa, on him. But he merely laid her down in a cruel but honest way. The normal Dark would have gotten violent. It must have been his enchanting slave. Who was the boy, anyways? Where had he come from...?

Krad had failed him; he failed to gather information on the boy. But while he informed his father that Daisuki was a fortress to be broken with time, there was no time! The people were beginning to revolt and while he personally wouldn'tve minded slaughtering them all for his own personal amusement, that would not be the best thing to do in his position. Where would he recieve all of his money from if he were to slaughter the people who paid the taxes? Chuckling to himself King Mushan arose from his chair and exited to his private chamber. He would have to have a go at the young slave before this occasion was done. He would taste good...

"Father."

The king turned to see Krad leaning against one of the walls. He regarded his son with a curt nod.

"What is it you need?"

"More time with the slave. Two more nights and he will be putty in my hands."

"...Very well. I leave this to you. But fail me--"

"--and I shall be punished. Yes, father."

"You may leave."

Krad bowed out, exiting the room by means of a secret passage quickly. Once out of earshot, the blond clutched at a wall for support. Barely one day without Daisuki and he was shaking terribly. If this continued he'd be dead before the end of the ball. Thoughts of what his father was planning haunted Krad's mind. He was supposed to help accomplish them, starting with Daisuki. But...he really loved Daisuki. Dark always had it easy... Thinking back to when they were younger and Dark was living in one of the castle's smaller houses, Krad remembered good and bad times. The plague, the takeover, and everything else. And of course he could never forget the time that they'd almost been each other's first...

Smiling lightly, Krad touched his forehead. "I want him..."

With that he set out to find his cousin.

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"Please, Dark!"

"Why now though? After all these years?"

"I miss you..."

"Heh."

Dark smirked and pressed his lips to that of his younger cousin's. If anything he was more suited to be with his cousin than with Daisuke. Or he would have been, a few years ago. Now, the voilet-haired teen was quite content with his current koibito. But if Daisuke could have his way with Krad, Dark was entitled to have his fun with him as well... Sliding a hand down Krad's bare chest, Dark shivered as Krad moaned for him, bucking his hips. Krad was much more open with his him than he was with Daisuke, Dark noticed immediately. Even better... Krad planted a trail of kisses down Dark's neck to his collarbone, tasting the sweet flesh of his cousin.

"Ngh...Dark-sama!"

"Shh," Dark comforted him, running a pale hand through Krad's silky blond hair. "I love you too."

"A...augh!"

Krad sunk his nails into Dark's skin as Dark toyed with him. He always was the impatient one.

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"Miss Harada?"

"Daisuke!"

"C-can I talk to you?"

"Of course!"

Daisuke led Riku off to one of the outside gardens. It would be plenty hard for them to be found in these mazes.

"First, please call me Daisuki."

"But--"

"Please."

She nodded, her thoughts confirmed. It hadn't escaped her attention how all the other slaves, maids, and noble-people called him 'Daisuki.' Harada Riku was no dunce. Dark was most definately plotting something, and she wanted to be around to find out what. That said, Daisuke continued on. Turned out she didn't need to wait long to know what was going on--Daisuke let her in on everything. Tears began to fall down his porcelain cheeks as he continued with the story, though his voice became steadier. In the end he ended up in her arms crying on her shoulder. She felt tears falling down her own cheeks. He doesn't deserve this! Biting back another sob, Daisuke looked up at his friend.

"Red hair, huh?" she said in a low tone. "I understand why he had it dyed..."

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing."

"E-everything got so complicated, Riku. I just wanted to stay back home with Dark. I don't want to be...you know..."

"But you must, Daisuki."

The two sat in silence, holding each others gaze. A multitude of questions was running through each of their heads, but none of them dared voice them aloud. It was too risky; too easy to be caught. But finally, one question slipped out before Daisuke could catch it. The one question he'd been dying to ask since the moment he'd found out that he was the heir to the throne.

"Where's my old room?"

Riku's eyes widened, and then she smiled. Taking Daisuke's hand, the two made their way through the garden maze and back to the main door of the castle. From there they went around the back of the main floor to these stairs that only went halfway up. Riku led the way and once she reached the top she turned a sharp left; Daisuke almost fell of the stairs. There, in the wall, was a door. It was a small door, but not small enough that an adult couldn't manage to squeeze into (or out of) it. Daisuke made it in no problem, staring around.

"They've made it a storage closet but it's still your room..."

A lump rose in Daisuke's throat, but he pushed it away. Behind all the boxes he could see pictures of his family, of him. He longed to touch them, to take them, and he did. From every picture frame in the room he gently slid out the pictures, smoothing them out and peering at them. They all looked so happy. There were pictures of them in noble positions, funny positions; there was even one of Daisuke standing next to a mirror and staring at his reflection. The tears rose up to his eyes again, but they were tears of happiness rather than tears of sadness. Riku tapped his shoulder and pointed to the very back of his room. A crib.

"Oh..."

"There's a blanket in there," she smiled at him softly.

Indeed there was. A red blanket stiched in squares with the picture of an adorable white bunny creature with big ears. Daisuke held it up to his nose, smelling it. Warm and loving. It smelt...right.

"I took the stuffed animal form of that."

Daisuke spun to look at her, "Of the bunny?"

"Silly, it's not a bunny!"

"It looks like one..."

"Well it may be a close cousin of the bunny but it is most definately not a bunny. Look at the ears! Anyway, I took it but you can have it back if you want."

"Keep it."

"H-huh?"

Daisuke flashed a big smile her way, folding the thin blanket as small as it could go and tucking it in his pocket, along with the pictures. Riku stared at him in a weird way, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You've kept it safe for a long while, haven't you? I want you to keep it. A way to not forget me."

Outside in the main floor, Risa was calling for her sister. Daisuke ushered for her to go; Risa's voice was far enough away that she would probably be in another room and wouldn't spot the two of them coming out. Riku nodded, but before exiting she turned and wrapped Daisuke in a warm hug. He smiled to himself, hugging her back. She pressed her mouth close to his ear, whispering.

"I'd never forget you, Daisuke."

Aww. How sweet. I was going to continue on but then I was like: 'That's perfect!' Such a sweet line, isn't it? Originally I was thinking have Daisuke's room be the one Krad and Dark were screwing in and while it would have been funny I wanted to make this sweet. That reference to the mirror picture came from an episode of Scooby Doo and if you guys have seen that episode you'll know where I'm going with this. -wicked grin-