Hello again! It's Independence day here in the Philippines in June 12. Meaning, I can go home on holidays, and I have time to write this down. Hope you enjoy! I would very much like more support from you guys. Haha, LOL

Cold water cascaded down on a lean muscled back. The golden surface of the large bathroom was the same hue as the blazing eye of the Emperor. The heterochromatic color of his eyes were staring straight ahead at the flawless wall in front of his sight.

He closed his golden eye and walked slowly to the mirror occupying a vast amount of space. It was golden at the sides, stretching from the ceiling until the floor. The smirk that was playing at the full thin lips of the beautiful red-haired Emperor was full of cockiness.

He touched the flat reflective surface of the grand mirror and took some time to scan his features. From his straight and elegantly styled hair, the vividness of the red was stunningly breathtaking against the paleness of his smooth alabaster skin. His piercing mismatched eyes were deeply set, one bright and golden and another, a fiery red so beautiful that it could rival any jewel in its color and uniqueness.

His blemish free face was shaped handsomely on top of his muscled torso with long arms and legs. High cheekbones with long and curled eyelashes were situated perfectly on him. His proud and strong nose partnered with his thin reddish lips were enhanced much more by his aristocratic features and disposition.

The shower that was left running behind him concealed the chuckle that escaped his full lips. It was deep, long and velvety, which also fit his self perfectly.

Akashi's hands went to the fluffy and fine made towels near the shower and proceeded to turn it off. In record time, he has already dried himself and walked away while whisking his robes. With that, he left the confines of the large place and walked down the halls to his room.

His large finely carved wooden doors were standing tall and intimidating at the end of the hall. The whole wing was for himself but he saw someone else inside his bedchamber. A small girl of sixteen years was in the middle of the large room. Of course, this did not fool the eyes of this ruler. He knew that she was older than that. She was dressed in servant clothes of white. Long robes and skirt were covering her body.

The small girl raked her eyes hungrily at the form of her master as he went on oblivious to her shameless eyes. She was sent here earlier so that she can replace the bed coverings of the handsome man in the very same room as her.

In her hands were the heavy beddings of gold and red. The fine material was intricately woven unto the soft fabric. She would have admired the thing if not for what happened. It was the very same silk that the monarch had used before. The very same one that he used to tumble in the sheets with the courtesan last night.

Oh, how she wished that she was the one there with him. To warm him against herself and satisfy his needs with her own body. Alas, she knew that the feeling was love. She fancied him before, but now, the feelings were stronger.

She loved how she sees him as almost perfect. And she was adamant that the others do too. She was certain that he can make her cry out too just as he had made that harlot moan as loud as she did last night. she wanted him, she needed him, and she will get him one day, she was sure.

She quietly left the room as she stole one last glance at the man before she will do her chores. That long and silky red hair that reached his strong waist was beautiful like the man himself. She almost fainted as she saw a part of his chest at the bare part that the robe showed. The doors clicked swiftly after being closed.

Akashi sighed in relief and changed into long robes for nobles. He picked a soft color of violet that day. He let his long hair flow through his back as he gracefully walked through the corridors. When he was in a deserted hallway of sorts, he opened a noteworthy portal with quickness using his skills and stepped through into the other side.

His high-quality footwear were softly thudding unto the pavement as he went to the extravagant town down in the middle of a large valley. Something blue caught his sharp eyes. He turned in its direction and felt his eyes twinkle slightly in recognition. The aura that the figure emitted was that of the Upper Realm's. They stared eye to eye for a good seconds away from a minute. As interesting as that was, he was currently sneaking out. He would have to do something first.

She gazed at the lithe body of a person who looked like a noble from the Lower Realm. The person was gliding across the path to the village, or was it a town? In such cases, the attractive young woman didn't care. As long as she can escape her duties for awhile then, she will just ignore it.

After all, the ball that the Emperor proposed was in a few days. She, again, wasn't sure. But she knows that it'll be soon.

She wore a pleasing blue tunic. Its golden sequins were shining under the sun's rays. It reached just about mid-thigh and was designed like a loosed skirt. It hugged her upper body perfectly. Showing off her curves and her shoulders. It had slits in both shoulders, the long sleeves gave way to her lean arms whenever she raises her hand. Her hair, was let down in gentle curls. It was set neatly, not a hair out of place. She was a sight to see. The blue veil that matched her hair was enough to hide her face from view.

Relaxing under the shade of a giant tree, she was actually close to the chains of sleep. She was alerted however, ever since that portal was conjured on top of the valley. It was a magnificent one, she'll admit. But she could make one like that too, which was no surprise at all.

A purple clad person walked out of it and his or her gait was regal and flawless. She was having a hard time to discern its gender unless she uses her abilities. Unfortunately, she was relaxing, she won't waste energy on that. Unless, of course, that person would actually approach or attack her.

The mysterious person, with his flowing red hair was very androgynous in her opinion. Whether it was a man or a woman, she did not think long. Nope, absolutely not, for she had already fallen asleep while leaning on the tree's trunk.

It has been quite some time when Akashi finally escaped the town's clutches. His entrance was a 'bit' grand in his opinion. He came strolling in with the intention of purchasing some human made stuff to get drunk and waste some time away. Not that he will get intoxicated in the slightest way, no, absolutely not.

He wanted some quality time with 'Mr. Peace' for a small amount of time in his escape. But it would seem that he won't get it now. The instant that he stepped inside the entrance of the town, he attracted 'some' of the town's female human species.

And knowing the sly Emperor, 'some' means 'each and everyone' of them. He actually got off well and decided to spend a few of his vacant time while walking. He needed to clear his mind. He wandered aimlessly for awhile and arrived at a small clearing with the combination of yellow, red and blue flowers.

He admired the blue ones. He liked the color, it gave him calmness in his mind. But something bluer was in his peripheral view, something more brilliant, more gentle, and more alluring than those flowers. There, layed on the green grass of the small space was a woman.

She had smooth, ivory- like skin and lean arms and legs. Her back was on a large body of a tree and the woman's head was turned to the side, exposing a long and elegant neck. Akashi brought his gaze further up. He wanted to see her face for no apparent reason.

Whatever possessed the great Akashi Seijuro to move like an idiotic fool and just stop with his long fingers an inch away from the veil, it was still something that will change everything in his boring and still-lacking in something life that he has. Something pulsed when he decided to move his hand closer. He felt it, the familiar force of a barrier invading his senses. It was a power not to be underestimated. To be able to create one in such a close range from the body and for him not to sense it sooner? Akashi was dumbstruck. Not many women are strong in his realm. Usually, they're attention-seekers who stayed with their families only to get married off in the second a rich person takes an interest.

The Emperor now stared at the woman with appraising and curious eyes. He wanted to make the girl speak to him, to look at him, and to see what is hidden under that veil that she wore. The way that the girl intrigued him was very uncomfortable for Akashi, not that he showed it.

A minute was spent with the long-haired man contemplating whatever to do in that time. Everyone knows that Akashi Seijuro is not a patient person. He was about to consider and start making noised, which will be rather effective in irritating someone, but then, the girl decided to respond to his silent 'Hey.' Akashi had a feeling that the girl was awake for awhile, otherwise, why would she say her next word.

"Hey, stop staring."

Her delicate mouth was turned downwards in the corners. A sign that she was not very pleased with Akashi's obvious staring.

Kuroko's mood was not the nicest at the moment. Anyone can tell, if her tone in speaking was not enough. She was a morning person, that was for sure. But being awoken in the middle of a nap in which she vents all her frustration and stress because of her responsibilities and duties as a ruler, was not a very wonderful idea.

She cocked a brow demanding for answers. 'He has the gall to actually ignore me?' she thought menacingly to herself. That was when she realized that she had a veil and that obstructed it from being seen by the smirking aristocratic man.

'Oh, how she would love to wipe that arrogant smile from his handsome-'

Kuroko backtracked and carefully assessed her thoughts. 'What am I... Surely I don't...'

Akashi looked at the owner of the smooth and cultured voice. It was regal, soft yet firm, and to Akashi's interest, with an underlying tone of sass. 'Very interesting...' Akashi's boredom was slowly lifting.

He watched as her blood red lips twitched ever so lightly as the minutes tick by. For some reason, he wanted to reach out and smooth her small bow shaped lips. It seemed so stunning, her pale and long fingers, folded neatly on her lap, spine straightened like a proper lady, head raised with defiance and authority and pouty red lips parted as if about to speak. Like a perfect and beautiful doll who was made with only the finest materials; truly a masterpiece.

Akashi admitted that her charm and grace would struck anyone, even if he denied it, he felt an attraction to her. He cocked his head to the side and wondered what he would react once he saw her face under that veil.

"Nice weather, isn't it?" he asked casually while putting his right hand on his left shoulder.

Kuroko was enraged. 'He waked me up on a relatively good day... Just...because...of...the...freaking...weather?!'

'If he so much as say another good-for-nothing thing again...I am going to KICK his family jewels!'

He smiled an angelic smile on his pale face. He slowly and deliberately lowered his right hand to his chest. Gliding over his neck and collar bone, his fingertips, just above the place where his heart should be. He bowed a formal one and held out his left hand for her to take.

She looked at the long smooth hand that was in front of her. Kuroko looked down to her own hands and observed them carefully. The maiden saw her painted nails of light blue with glitters. They were long, painted, and overall...pretty. She slowly gazed back at the hand, then to its owner and silently held up her own hand too.

Akashi, lie the 'gentleman' that he is, lifted the slender woman as carefully as he can. She seemed so frail and fragile, her long hand seemed to almost break if a bit more pressure is applied in his grip. But Akashi took one brief glance at her firm but feather-like hold and deduced that like before, her strength is not to be underestimated.

Kuroko felt herself being lifted slowly but steadily. When her feet was planted on the ground, she immediately said her thanks. Which came at a very odd way because of her still bad mood.

"Hnn..." was the only thing that came out of her mouth.

The red-haired Emperor almost smiled in amusement. Almost, because, he was not about to ruin the moment now, is he? His interest spiking up due to her lack of reaction to his display of charm. His eyes sparked in acceptance to the girl's unintentional challenge. The handsome face smirked in a way that left countless women hopelessly enchanted by its mere existence.

The Queen Regnant was about to pull away when she felt it being directed to one direction by the 'annoying prick' that came to disrupt her sleep. She labeled him that in her mind for she didn't know his real name. 'Might as well resort to nicknames, no? she thought dryly. She let him do what he wanted, but when she experienced a feeling of softness on her left hand, her eyes widened a mere fraction for a second.

She acted as if to pull away when he prevented her from doing so. He pulled her close to his chest, his large hand on her small waist. Tetsumi's right hand flew right at the middle of his well-built chest. She felt a lock of hair being moved and a warm hand on her left cheek. Warm breath was fanning on her face through her veil and the man's soft, perfectly-shaped lips on her cheek.

Kuroko was shocked, to say the least. He desperately tried to pull herself together inside her head. Her face, a calm facade, but inside was the exact opposite. The man was not even helping at all. His breath was on the curve of her neck and his hands were still in contact with her skin. If Kuroko wasn't paying the least bit attention, she wouldn't have heard his next words.

"You can call me Sei," he whispered breathlessly into her ear. His grip tightened into her waist and he pulled her close. "Can you tell me your name, or will I have to call you princess?" this time, he purred to her in a very low voice.

Wooh! That was very tiring. I had to rush half-way because there has been a blackout in our vicinity.

Sorry for the mistakes and all that...

One of my closest friends found out that I write fanfiction. And she was like, "Oh my gah! Update! I read that story of yours..."

She was also thinking of writing her own fanfic.

And I was like "Kyaahh! I wanna effin' see! Give it to me!"

We're both crazy...especially in fan girl mode. I'm more deranged though.

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