Rodrich was a troublemaker as a child. Always sneaking out of the castle, getting himself into trouble. But one day, 13 year old Rodrich snuck out of the castle at night. During his time out, he was confronted by three very large men.

"Hey, men. It's the little prince."

"Yeah, it is! Maybe he's got some gold on 'im?"

"I don't have any gold, I swear!" Rodrich replied sternly. The largest of the men spoke.

"Well, then we'll just have to beat it out of you, then. Do know how much little royal brats like you go for at the market?" Rodrich paled.

Vash sighed heavily. "Where is the little punk?" He paced around the room before grabbing his jacket and gun and headed out to find the prince.


Vash Zwingili was 13 when he was selected by the royal family as a body guard to their obnoxious 11 year old son, Rodrich. His little sister, Lili was hired as a maid to the castle as well. He was an excellent shot for his age, even better than 26 year old professionals.


Currently 15 year old Vash walked to his charge's favorite spots when he heard his cries of help. He followed the sound to meet with some burly men standing over a crying kid. He shoots a blank into the air to get the men's attention. He strides over and grabs Rodrich's arm roughly. "What do you think you're doing? Coming out here at a time like this! Your father is worried and angry at you! This is the last time, Rodrich! Excuse me, gentlemen." He drags the prince away toward the castle to face the wrath of the King.


I am so sorry for not updating in forever. I have had this written for at least a week now, I just never got around to updating it. I am also sorry for a short chapter. I promise they will get longer; I just need to get the story rolling.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.

Oh, and I'm not sure if I'm going to pair Switzy up with anyone, yet.

So like last time, comment on what pairings you want to show up!