a/n: Here we go...CHAPTER FIVE! In which the Blue Jerk, who is a loner in life, gets himself wasted. Because we all make mistakes XD
(It starts out pretty messed up heheh...you've been warned...)
~Enjoy :p
It was always the same dream.
She will be in the corner of the room, eyes wide and face tearful. He would be there too, standing in front of her wounded body.
"No, Allen, please..." The usually dignified Queen would beg him. He was holding a knife in his hand, as he steps forward to finish her. The knife slid in easily. Her eyes and mouth would leak blood, before giving him a demonic smile. She would collapse, her body being taken by shadow hands, and his mission would be complete. Then follows a horrible, horrible sense of loneliness, as he realizes what he had done. The rest of that night would be spent in fear and solitude, as voices he knew all too well sang in his brain:
"Well done, Allen."
"Took you awhile. But we knew you could do it."
"Are you ready for your next mission?"
He had that dream every night, so often that he eventually ignored it. He knew he had to kill Riliane at one point, before he gets too attached to her. No, before he falls in love with her. Because then, things would start getting really complicated. Because he hasn't lost his affection for Michaela, either.
"Don't feel emotion. Just ABSORB it." However, he's finding it harder and harder to hold onto that habit.
Then there was that one time he had fallen asleep, and regretted it completely. He could never forgive himself for anything more shameful, and it tarnished him.
It was on the day that he was supposed to meet Kyle at the Cendrillion Bar. He was in the reception room, absorbed in a good book, since Saturdays were his evenings off from chores. Then he felt himself drift away, as he expected that dream to bother him again.
It came, but not exactly. It started out the same, but as it unfolded and captured him, he realized what was going on. And he was horrified.
"No, Allen, please..."
"Please stop! It hurts!"
"Allen, stop...No! Ah...!"
The look on her face. The sadistic smile that was on his own. The things he felt, they all terrified him.
He knew what was happening, and hated it with every part of his being. Allen had awoken by then, feeling more guilt and horror than he had ever experienced. He was as pale as a sheet, as images from the dream would not leave him. And when Riliane came in to check on him, he didn't dare face her.
"Allen, what's wrong? You look petrified..."
"Stay away!" He yelled. Trying to ignore Riliane's attempts to confront him, he rushed out of the room and shut himself in the kitchen.
"I'm never touching her again. Never in my life."
He paced the room, still mentally scarred. Then it comes to him.
"The Canterella..." He retrieved the vial from his pocket. Since there was no safe place to hide it, Allen kept it his pocket all the time. It probably wiped off something to him. They say that Canterella was so strong, that carrying it around could still affect you.
"I'm returning this back to Michaela tonight." If this was what the drug was capable of doing, then he wanted to get rid of it.
However, he was still unsure why Michaela even had it in the first place. So to be safe, he sealed it in a box and buried it in the gardens. Unless she was going to specifically ask for it, it wasn't going anywhere.
"This is the place, huh."
It was a three-story tall tavern with the bar on the first floor. Kyle had really outdone himself...the Cendrillion Bar was out in the middle of nowhere. Probably one of the only services in the rundown area of the 34th Road. Allen dismounts Josephine, tying her up on a post at the back. The horse was milk white, with a blond mane. He pets her muzzle gently.
"Wait here, girl. I'll be back."
The bar was more well-kept than he thought it would be. Pulling the cloak tighter around him, he walked through the door. He was met with humid air that reeked with alcohol, that caused him to be lightheaded for a moment. It was filled with people, probably outlaws and muscle men. Even the women there had a vulgar attitude about them. No one had yellow hair. The dim lighting and the strange people partying around him were beginning to make him feel nervous.
Only a few eyes turned to him as he entered, but he just ignored everyone and sank into the darkness of his hood. He took a seat at the counter, waiting for Kyle.
After a few minutes, the bartender came up to him. She was a mix of Verdigris and Crimson, with burgundy hair and green eyes.
"Can I get ya something?"
"Um...just water, I guess." The man who sat next to him started snickering.
"Can't stand alcohol, huh?" The bartender remarked. Allen just shrugged. There was something in his accent that intrigued her. His tone was too formal...it was like he spent most of his time around royalty.
Once the bartender was gone, the man that sat next to him continued chuckling. It disturbed him greatly.
"Excuse me. Is something funny?"
The man turned to him, smiling. His eyes were so blue, that the bar's lights didn't reflect in them.
"Prince Ky-"
"Shush! It was quite troublesome for me to get here." He too had a cloak, as his hand covered Allen's mouth. Kyle released it, a trace of a smile still left on his face.
"H-How long have you been here?"
"Since it opened. If I wanted to attract less attention, I would have to come before everyone else. I knew it was you the second you walked through the door, Allen. Oh, and for the sake of today, just refer to me as Kyle."
"How do you know what I look like?"
"I know a lot about you, Allen."
"You've been watching me for quite awhile, I'm guessing."
"Haha! I don't have to. You look just like the Queen herself, save the eyes. Just the expression of your face reminds me of her."
Allen tensed up on the subject of Riliane. "About her, sir. I have something to ask of you. Privately." He stood up, and started to walk towards the curtained rooms in the back.
"That's where the couples go after a drink, Allen. You really wish to go there... ?"
"Damn it," He thought. "Please excuse me, but I did not need to know that. Out back, then."
There was something off-putting about Kyle. The way he smiled at him was unnerving, even hungry. Like he wanted to murder him when his back was turned. Like he knew a secret about him, and was going to blackmail him.
Allen and Kyle went outside, behind the tavern. The sky was already starting to darken, and he knew he should get his request out before the Prince gets drunk.
"Kyle, I request that you please call off the marriage. A will written by a king that was executed eighteen years ago should've been invalid by now. Riliane is in bad shape because of that, and you can understand it. You should never marry someone you've never even dated, sir. At least postpone it, for her sake."
Kyle frowned. "I knew you would ask that, Allen. But I want to marry her. The king's will can just back me up. I promise you that good will come out of the marriage, and the king knew it too. Did you think he would want her to marry someone of lower status? Say, a servant?"
"I don't want to marry Riliane, if she doesn't love me. That's not my intention, nor is it my point. All I'm asking is that you go easy on her, and understand if she doesn't want to be wed with you. Things like that takes time."
Kyle takes several sips out of the bottle of whatever he bought. "I'm not calling off the wedding. But if she desires it, I may postpone it. However, she has a month to decide. And it shouldn't be a hard decision. I love her, do I not?"
Allen shook his head defensively. "There's something I don't like about you, Kyle. And I don't think you love her as she is, but because of her beauty and status. And everyone knows you can't just marry someone you've never dated."
He glared, just a bit. "I get it, I get it, geez. I'll postpone the wedding, but I'll replace it with a date. That she can't refuse. I'll get to spend some time with her to see what she thinks of me. You happy now?"
"Good enough." Allen thinks, although Riliane may not act so kindly upon finding out that she COULD NOT refuse the date. But it was better than marrying the man she hated, and giving up her role of Queen.
"Very. I think the Queen would be too. I shall report the update to her."
"Not so fast. I still have to sign the official document verifying my change. Since so much chaos goes about in the palace, it may take several weeks, and who knows? Maybe I'll change my mind by then." He continues to drink from the bottle, giving Allen a smirk.
"No, you are not." Allen counters with a dirty look, but then proceeds back inside. "Very well. Would you like another drink, Your Highness?"
Kyle nods his head, slightly disoriented. Allen's lips curled into an evil smile. He had an idea to get Kyle to issue the document as soon as possible.
After a while and several glasses of vodka, Kyle turns completely wasted. Allen sits to the side, amusingly watching the Prince make a fool of himself.
"HEY ALLEN! Whatcha doin?"
"Shh...I'm writing an important document. The Prince was supposed to write it, but he's drunk now."
"THE PRINCE! Where's the Prince?! I wanna see the Prince!"
Allen chuckles, and then pushes the Prince back into the seat. He presents the finished document to him, across the table.
"You'll get to see him, I promise. Now, if you would please sign here, that would be wonderful." Allen had practiced the Prince's handwriting until he had it virtually indistinguishable from Kyle's. He even had the paper written in blue ink.
"Alrighty!"
"Hold it. One last thing." Allen smiles, revealing a small knife. "In the Yellow Kingdom, we seal agreements with blood."
The man was too drunk to flinch, as Allen carefully nicks his wrist. As he does, though, a wave of insanity passes over him, beckoning him to dig the knife deep enough to kill him. Because that was exactly what he wanted to do.
"I'm having too much fun," he sighs. The Prince grins, not realizing that his own blood was on the feather.
Kyle signs the document without reading it. Allen smirked, reaching into the Prince's pocket to retrieve an ink pad and the Royal stamp. He stamps the document, making it official.
"Had enough, tough guy?" He whispers to the blue haired man lying prostate on the table. He laughed at how crazy it would be if the Azures in the bar suddenly recognized the drunk and wasted man as their Prince. It was evil, what he did, but he wanted to get the document finished as soon as possible. It could be forever until the next time he sees Kyle again.
The sound of galloping horses suddenly sounds from distance. Allen quickly grabs the Prince, putting his arm over his shoulder. He grabs his back, supporting him as they walked to the door. It was tough, with Kyle stumbling all over the place.
"The world...it's SPININNNNGGG..!" He panicked.
"Shh, your soldiers are waiting for you. Just a little more."
Once they got outside, Allen could see the Prince's carriage, with some soldiers and a horseman. The carriage was a royal blue colour, but not as royal as Kyle's hair.
"Your Highness!" The soldiers ran over to help their drunk Prince to the carriage. As they hauled him in, Kyle poked his head out shouting:
"I wanna be with the yellow boy! He's my WAIFU!"
"I don't even want to know what that means..." Allen sweatdrops. He turns to one of the men, probably an adviser.
"Sorry that he turned out like this. The Prince had a tough day, so don't worry if he talks about yellow boys or servants or anything. Oh, and he dropped this. I believe he was working on this before he was drunk." He hands the adviser the document he forged. The old man squints through his glasses, surprised at the words written there.
"Oh my. It seems...what a change. However, it's acceptable." He turns to Allen. "Thank you for taking care of him. I will get this to the King immediately."
"You're welcome. Also, you might not want to tell them that he became drunk. It would tarnish his reputation, and I'm sure his parents wouldn't want that happening."
"We'll have to see about that. Obviously, you must not speak about this to anyone."
"Of course."
After the carriage leaves, Allen gets on Josephine, and they start the journey home.
Josephine is in the royal stables. Allen was in the servant's quarters, pondering the consequences of his actions. He can't seem to sleep, for some reason. For once, he had the sinister feeling that his tricks had gone too far. Riliane was sound asleep by the time he got home, as she went without a bedtime story. He went up to her room, and told her one anyways.
"Just how far am I getting? Surely nothing serious like a WAR would start, just because a servant had tricked the Blue Kingdom's Prince." Allen sits in front of a mirror that had recently been moved in his quarters, examining his face. "Who am I?" He thought. The servant removed a contact from his right eye.
What showed underneath was blue. His normal eye colour wasn't yellow, like a normal pure-blooded Xanthine. They matched the Queen's stunning cerulean irises. Blue and Yellow. He was just like the Queen herself.
Just then, terrible screaming broke through the castle. The second he identified the voice, Allen shot out the door and headed towards Riliane's room. He didn't care that his eyes were two different colours at the moment, he just HAD to get to his Queen.
"Riliane!" The door was locked, so he kicked it open. The Queen had backed up into a corner of the room, pale and shivering. Before her was a sleek, rearing snake, dancing towards her.
Allen's reflexes kicked in, as he grabbed the knife he carried at all times. He threw it, and with a slick WHOOSH it landed precisely onto, or into its target. The snake's head oozed blood were the knife stuck out of its skull, pinning its limp body to the ground.
"Your Majesty!" Allen cried, running over to Riliane. He took her in his arms, as she was about to faint. But as he was vaguely reminded of his dream, he nearly dropped her upon contact.
"Allen, the snake...a green-haired girl..."
Green-haired girl...Michaela? Surely, there must be other Verdigris. It CAN'T be Michaela...
"Are you hurt anywhere? That was a puff adder, a very deadly snake. And they aren't native to the Yellow Kingdom." He pulled her closer to him, ignoring his other thoughts. "I think we have ourselves an assassin."
"Assassin...?" Riliane stared at him disbelievingly. "Someone is attempting to kill me?"
"Yes," he thought. "I was. But now I'm not the only one."
With the snake still impaled on the knife, he threw it into the fireplace. The reptile went up in flames, glowing purple from the poison in it. "Can you describe the Verdigris girl?"
"I...I couldn't see much. She had a cloak on, which hid her eyes and face. I felt slithering under the covers, and thinking it was a dream, I tried to wake up. But then as it got louder, I pulled open the covers, and saw the snake. Outside my window, she fled the scene. Her twin-tails were green..."
He sighed, as the description sank into him. "Michaela. It has to be Michaela."
"Who's Michaela?"
"This girl I met at the Market a few weeks ago. She knew that I worked for you, and was carrying Canterella."
He told her everything about the green-haired girl that was his friend, leaving out the part when he had fallen in love with her. He explained the story of how he stolen from her, discovering the illegal drug she was carrying.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry..." She studied him more carefully, and then gasped. "Allen! Your eye...it's blue!"
"Oh...yeah. These are contacts."
"What are contacts?"
"They're like lenses, and they can change the colour of your eyes. Chrome's inventions." He removed the other one, showing both blue irises.
"You're so full of secrets, Allen. But now you...look just like me. How is that possible?"
"Anything's possible, my Queen."
Allen helps the still-trembling Queen to her bed, tucking her in like he always does. Then he searches the room for any other hazards, locks the window, and sits beside her on her bed.
"Oh, I had a talk with the Prince himself today. Quite an interesting one, which was why I left the castle in such a rush. I managed to convince him to postpone the marriage, which he was reluctant of, but then I made him sign the document." He leaned closer. "For the time being, there is no marriage. But there will be a date, that you can't refuse. That I apologize for, but I hope it's better than marrying that freak."
Riliane stared at him, her blue eyes wide and unbelieving. Then finally she spoke, smiling. "You met with the Prince...and asked him not to marry me?"
"I'm not sure. But as far as we know now, there is no marriage."
"How...how were you able to do it?" She asked, smiling wider. Riliane was barely concealing the joy she had behind her eyes.
"He wouldn't at first, because he needed weeks to make the document. I did in twenty minutes. I got him really drunk, so he signed it."
Riliane gasped. "YOU GOT HIM DRUNK!? OH MY GOD, THAT'S SO EVIL!"
She laughed a tinkling laugh, too innocent for a tyrant like her, and leaps into his arms. Her voice tickles his shoulder as she speaks.
"No one would ever replace you, Allen. You're worth more than everything I have in this cruel world. What you did...no one would ever do that for me."
The servant hugs her back, glowing on the inside. "I'm just a servant. You are my Queen, so how could I ever afford to lose you to the Blue Jerk?"
They laughed together, in a way they always do. Riliane laid her head onto his lap, yawning.
"Allen...can you stay with me? Please?" She pleads, innocently.
"Of course." It wasn't everyday that the Queen was so dependent on him, nor says the word please. He was willing to offer his protection, to be there if the assassin...or Michaela...strikes again.
He tried not to think of the beautiful Verdigris girl that had tried to kill his Queen, and instead focused on Riliane's breaths. The Blue-Eyed Tyrant, huh? In her sleep, Riliane looked like she couldn't hurt a fly. Feeling slightly daring, he began playing with her hair. Her golden locks were soft and lithe as he moved it leisurely between his fingers.
"Sleep tight, Riliane."
He drifted off eventually, with his head on the wall and his fingers still in her hair. The dream never came...
However, unbeknownst to the two of them, a certain green-haired girl was watching everything from the window. She cursed in the nighttime air, as she made her long way back to the Blue Kingdom. Her goal had been to hide a poisonous adder in Allen's bed, as he was asleep. She then realized that the figure wasn't Allen, but the Queen herself.
Apparently, the snake had bitten the wrong person...
a/n: *BUM BUM BUM*
What will happen? Read on to find out! (Of course you can't at the moment, because I still need to post it...YAY more typing! :D :D)
I'm sorry, I'll leave now *temporarily dies*