Sorry for the late update! Now, about this chapter: I don't like Gin. I'm sorry, but I really hate him. I'm pretty sure that it came through here. Sorry. Besides that, I hope that you enjoy!

CHAPTER 15:

I REALLY HATE THIS GUY

THE NEXT DAY…

Moka looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. Since Gin was royalty, she had to look presentable when he was around, no matter how much she despised it. So, Moka normally dressed in her lowest-quality dress; the unfortunate thing was since her family was so rich, even her lowest quality dress was somewhat extravagant. It was an ankle-length dress of light green, with hems of blue around the seams. On her wrists she wore loose-fitting gold bracelets, and hoop earrings adorned her earlobes. Her hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and she had even put on a touch of makeup. "You look beautiful princess." Said one of the female servants who had helped her get dressed. Moka brushed aside a strand of hair from her eyes.

"Don't I always?" she asked rhetorically. The servant quickly nodded. Moka walked over to the window and looked out, but frowned when she saw Prince Gin's horse in the distance. He should be arriving at any minute. This realization made Moka's already bad mood plummet even further. She spun around quickly, an act that startled the servant girl. Moka walked towards the room's exit, beckoning for the girl to follow. "Come on. We have to meet that idiot at the front door."

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Moka stood as still as a statue as the door creaked open (I need to get that thing oiled Moka thought to herself) and the bane of Moka's existence strolled into the castle as if he owned the place. His horn dog eyes automatically zeroed in on the silvered-haired princess. He dashed over.

"Well, hello there, Miss Moka!" He said, insulting her by not using her royal title. Moka refrained from pointing this out. "You look quite stunning today!"

"Thank you." Moka said as monotone as she possibly could. He hadn't even been here a full minute and already he was trying to butter her up. Unbelievable. His eyes traveled up and down her body, and looking behind him Moka could see that the servants he had decided to bring with him were all female.

"And what have we here! Why, TWO beautiful princesses to grace my sight! It must be my lucky day!" Kurumu, standing to Moka's left, inwardly groaned. She hated Prince Gin as much as Moka did, but due to her status as a princess, she was required to present herself even though she was not currently in her family's jurisdiction (Kokoa, being the younger sibling, did not need to show herself: both princesses were quite jealous of that fact). As such, she had chosen to wear a non-flattering, non-revealing top (Moka was surprised that she owned one) which was complimented nicely by the silk ankle-length bottom. Unfortunately, Kurumu had left all of her worst dresses at home, since the main thought in Kurumu's mind when she was packing was to outdo Moka. The only reason she had brought her unflattering shirt was to ward off lechers when traveling through towns. Kurumu's thoughts were snapped into the present by Gin's hands traveling to some very…unwelcome places.

"As always, Princess Kurumu, no woman can match up to your fantastic assets!" The ill fated compliment was replied with a devastating right hook to Gin's face, which sent him flying. However, he just got up and shrugged it off as if nothing happened, that same damned grin still plastered to his face. "And you still have the strength of a raging bull! Glad to see some things never change!"It was all Moka and Kurumu could do to keep from strangling him. Gin returned his attention to Moka. "Princess Moka, there is a very good reason for my sudden arrival. Would you like me too tell you what it is?"

Moka decided to play along. "Sure."

"Ah-ah-ah!" Gin said, waving his finger back and forth to match the syllables of his voice. "I'm afraid that I can't tell you just yet! Meet me for dinner in an hour and all shall be revealed! Now, away!" The last sentence was directed at his servants, and he led them up the stairs to his pre-prepared room as everyone else looked on. As soon as he was out of earshot, Kurumu whirled around towards Moka.

"What the hell was that!"

"What the hell was what?"

"You just let him boss you around!"

"I hardly think that saying when dinner will be is bossing me around. I eat dinner at my leisure; if he wants to eat in an hour, that's fine by me."

"Well then what about him feeling me up? Weren't you going to do something about that?"

"I found that rather funny, actually."

"Gah!" Kurumu threw her hands up in exasperation. "Whatever! I need to go blow off some steam; is the training room in the same place?" Moka nodded. "I'll be there. I'll see you in an hour Moka." Kurumu started off, but Moka couldn't resist one last parting jive."

"If you need the beginner's equipment, ask one of the servants to fetch it for you."Moka snickered as she heard the string of curses flow from Kurumu's mouth, but she quickly blocked it out as she went upstairs to change and have enough time to check in on Tsukune before going to dinner.

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"I haven't even met the guy and I already hate him." Tsukune said. Moka had visited him in the infirmiry after changing, but had thrown on a bath robe over her clothes (much to Tsukune's chagrin) and had just finished telling him about Prince Gin.

"Don't worry Tsukune: that's everybody's natural reaction to him. He's just one of those people that you can't not hate." Moka assured him.

"I just hope that he doesn't try anything on you." Tsukune said. Moka scoffed at his concern.

"Oh please Tsukune. He may be a prince, but he's not nearly as powerful as I am. Heck, Kurumu could probably take him."

"Well, just be careful please?" Tsukune begged. Moka looked at him and sighed; she couldn't say no to that face.

"Alright." There was a knock on the door. "Yes?" Moka answered.

"Dinner is ready, Princess Moka." Moka turned to Tsukune.

"Good night Tsukune."

"Good night Moka."

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Down in the dining hall, Gin pulled out a small black box from his pocket and flipped it open. Inside of it, on a small velvety pillow, was a gorgeous wedding ring that sparkled with diamonds even in the candlelight of the Dining hall.