Disclaimer: I do not own X. If I did, I would lock Fuma and Kamui and myself in a dark closet with nothing but magic markers. Oh the thrills we shall have!
Somewhere in the sky…
Saiki sighed as the great bird continued to carry him away to its layer to devour him. Most people would find this thought troubling or horrifying, and would be kicking and screaming at the top of their lungs for help and trying everything in their power to escape such a fate. Saiki had done just that, but after twenty minutes of yelling and struggling he saw that not only was it pointless because no one could hear him from up where he was, but he didn't have the strength to struggle any more. So he now found himself wishing that they would just land already.
He glanced up at the giant bird, then back at the talons that were clinching him tightly around the waist. He gave an experimental wiggle, but couldn't even move an inch. He glared up at the bird.
"You know, possession is one of the first signs of domestic abuse!" He shouted at the bird, which merely ignored him. Saiki huffed and crossed his arms to pout. "You could stand to loosen your grip on me you know. You don't own me anyway. And besides, it's not like I'm going to try and escape from way up here anyway. I mean seriously, what do I look like, a suicidal maniac?"
The bird didn't answer and Saiki was getting frustrated. "Can we at least land by a lake or something so I can get a drink?"
There was still no answer.
"Okay," Saiki muttered, "What about if I promise not to try and escape or try anything funny and be a good little boy?"
Again the bird ignored him and continued on its way.
Saiki gritted his teeth together. "Listen you over grown chicken; I've had just about enough of your crummy attitude! I know you plan on eating me and all, but that's no excuse for you to ignore my wants and needs! Now land by a bloody lake now, and let me get a drink of water!"
The bird screeched, making Saiki cover his ears from the horrible sound. "Hey, don't you talk back to me! I am Saiki, the royal page of Kamui, King of the Britions, Defeater of the Saxons, and Sultan of all England," Saiki declared, "and you will show me the proper respect I deserve!"
The bird screeched again and made a sharp dive for the ground. Saiki screamed and squeezed his eyes shut and covered them with his hands. The wind whirled around him as their decent became faster and faster. The whole time Saiki didn't dare uncover his eyes or even peek through his fingers. He heard shouting, and then shrilled screaming, and a surprised yelp before the bird pulled out of its dive and flapped upwards with a triumphant screech. He heard rapid breathing from beside him, and cautiously he opened his eyes and peeked through the gaps between his fingers. He looked to his left and saw a red haired man in filthy peasants clothing and a leather cap hyperventilating in the bird's other set of talons.
"Le-let me go," the peasant screamed as he started hitting the bird's feet. Saiki sweat dropped at the man's pointless actions. "Someone help me!"
"Hey, just to save you the trouble and humiliation it won't let you go." Saiki said simply. The man looked up sharply at him. "By the way," Saiki added. "Who are you?"
"My name's Jim," the red haired man answered and then frowned at him, "Why aren't you screaming for help and struggling to get away? Don't you know that we're going to be eaten in terrible ways?"
Saiki shrugged, "Yeah, I know. But I realized that I was wasting my energy because no one can hear us from way up here, and if I struggled out of this over grown turkey's claws, I would surely fall to my death."
The red head stopped struggling and looked at Saiki thoughtfully. "That's reasonable, I would never have thought of that."
Saiki smiled, "You notice these things after yelling and fighting for twenty minutes."
Jim nodded in agreement. "What's your name anyway?"
"My name is Saiki, the page of Kamui, King of the Britons, Defeater of the Saxons, Sultan of all England." Saiki said proudly.
The peasant frowned at him again, "Who are the Britons?"
Saiki gave him a startled look, "Well, we all are, and Kamui is our king."
Jim snorted. "Well I didn't vote for him."
"Well of course you didn't," Saiki retorted, "you don't vote for kings!"
"Then how are they elected?"
"They aren't elected. They're given the title after the king before them dies," Saiki explained.
"I thought we were an anarchy government," Jim said.
"No, we're a government ruled by one man, who is the king," Saiki said, then glared and muttered under his breath so the other man wouldn't hear, "Even if that king makes his subordinates carry around all of his heavy luggage, ignores his servants' cries for water, and steals their water right in front of them."
Then Saiki spotted a canteen around the peasant's neck. "What's that?" he demanded and pointed at the canteen. The man's face became puzzled as he looked down at his canteen.
"What this? It's my canteen." He answered then asked suspiciously, "Why?"
"What's in it?" Saiki asked, ignoring the red haired man's question.
"Well, water of course," Jim said in a mater-of-fact tone. "What else would be in it?"
"Is it full?"
"I should hope so," Jim answered, "I had just filled it up when this bloody buzzard snatched me up."
"Can I have some?" Saiki asked, nervously twiddling his thumbs.
"Why?"
"Because I'm really thirsty, and have been since before I got captured." Saiki said quickly, trying to keep his voice light.
Jim thought about it for a second, before shaking his head and hugging the canteen to his chest. "No, because I would have to throw it to you, and the force that we're moving at will ensure that if I throw it to you, you'd miss it and it would fall."
Saiki stared at him with a dumbstruck look on his face. "What?"
Jim shook his head again. "No, you can't have any," he decided, "Besides, what if I became thirsty when we land, and you had drunken all of it?"
"But you would probably be eaten before you could even think that you were thirsty," Saiki pointed out.
"Well when you get eaten, you won't be thirsty anymore," Jim snapped, making Saiki glare viciously at him.
"You selfish bastard," he hissed. "We're both going to die and you won't even share your bleeding water!"
Jim stuck his tongue out at the enraged page, "Sticks and Stones."
And thus they continued to argue all the way as the bird carried them into the unknown.
Meanwhile, in the plague infested village…
Kamui had finally reached the village and was searching quickly for anyone who would be able to help him save Saiki from the terrible fate that awaited him.
Sadly, no one would help. As soon as he asked an old crone who was beating a rug with her cat if she could help, and explained the situation, she had screamed in terror and sounded the 'Giant Bird Alarm' and everyone ran away (or in circles) in fear.
"Please, will someone please help me?" Kamui shouted as he ran through the village square, which was filled with screaming panic stricken villagers.
On the other side of the village square, another man dressed in a dirty travel worn traveling cloak and white robs with beautiful green eyes and short black hair was running through the village as well, though for very different reasons. He was being chased by a small group of armored guards armed with swords and spears. Neither Kamui nor the desperate man noticed each other until they ran head long into one another, the force of their impact sending them flying backwards.
"Ow, that hurt," Kamui groaned from his spot on the ground and rubbed his head. The young man with green eyes did the same and looked around, muttering to himself. "What did I hit?"
When his eyes fell on Kamui he blinked. Kamui's crown had fallen off during his collision, his clothes and hair and face were covered in muck. He was currently searching around for his sword and didn't take any notice of the shocked black haired man who was sitting with a dumbfounded look on his face. Of course given Kamui's small size, it was easy to see why the man was shocked and confused. Who would have thought a person shorter than yourself could send you flying backward if you ran into them?
But before the man could pull himself to his feet, or Kamui could find both his crown and sword and stand up as well, the small group of armored guards who had been pursuing the older man had surrounded the two of them in a circle and had their spears pointing at them, making both Kamui and the man freeze.
"Well, well, well," the leader of the group sneered. "Looks like you'll be coming to an overseas prison with us after all, buddy."
The man in the travel cloak gulped, "I told you, you have the wrong guy! I didn't kill any body!"
"Yeah right, pretty boy," a second guard said in a sick smooth voice that made Kamui and the terrified man cringe. "We have three eye-witnesses say they saw a guy who looks exactly like you kill that old cow and chop it up into little itty-bitty pieces and carry them somewhere in the country and buried them."
"No," the man insisted, "I swear, you have the wrong guy! The one you're looking for is Seishiro Sakurazuka!"
Kamui frowned, "Sakurazuka? As in the Sakurazukamori, Sakurazuka?"
"Yes," the man gasped with a tone of relief in his voice that someone else knew of the Sakurazukamori. "He's the killer, not me! And he killed an old woman!"
"Nice try," a third guard hissed, "But we aren't falling for that one! Obviously you really are this Seishiro guy and you're trying to fool us with a lie that you're not! Not only that, but how would you know what he killed unless if you were him?"
"No, I am NOT Seishiro Sakurazuka!" The man shouted, his voice sounding desperate again. "My name is Subaru Sumer—"
"Can you describe this 'other' man?" The leader interrupted in a sarcastic tone.
"Yes, he's a bit taller than I am, and has short black hair, and has two mismatched eyes—"
"What color are his eyes?" a fourth man interjected.
"One amber eye and the other one's light blue and blind." Subaru answered, not noticing the evil smirks forming on each of the guards' faces.
"And he has a handsome face, and wears a pair of sunglasses—which are one of his many inventions that he doesn't share with the rest of us—and he's dressed in flowing black robes that are the same style that I'm wearing right now, and he has a travel cloak that looks… just… like… mine…," Subaru finished slowly, realizing that Seishiro and himself looked almost identical. "Oh bother…"
"A travel cloak that looks just like your's huh?" the second guard snickered. Subaru swallowed nervously and nodded.
"And flowing robes in the same style as your's?"
Subaru's cheeks burned red as he nodded again, and Kamui felt sorry for him.
"And I take it the pretty lady that you conveniently ran into wasn't part of the act?" the fourth man asked silkily, making Kamui's jaw drop. Subaru frowned and looked at him, along with the rest of the guards who were smirking evilly.
"She is rather pretty, isn't she boys?" the first one asked, brushing a lock of the young king's hair with his finger. Kamui slapped his hand away angrily, and the others ooohed. "And feisty too!"
"Who are you calling a girl, you perverted mid-aged dogs?!" Kamui snarled, making the guards and Subaru gap at his unmistakable male voice.
"She's a guy?!" one of the guards yelped. Subaru held his tongue, not wanting to admit that he had thought the boy before him was a young lady.
"Do you have any idea who you're disrespecting?" Kamui demanded, "I am Kamui, King of the Britons, Defeater of the Saxons, and Sultan of all England! How dare you treat me with such disrespect—?"
"King who?" the third guard demanded after recovering from shock.
"You heard me," Kamui hissed.
"The only royalty that I know is Prince John, who over threw the last king." The fourth man said.
"Who the hll is this Prince John?" Kamui demanded sharply.
"The ruler of all England." The second guard said matter-of-factly. "His only enemy, Yuto Kigai, is off in another country fighting in the Crusades."
"Since when has he been on the throne?" Kamui asked in a stunned voice.
"Since about six months ago," the second guard replied.
"That's bullshit!" Kamui shouted, "I am the king not—"
The leader glowered at Kamui, "Oh ho, ho, a rebel eh? Well, looks like you get to join us and the Sakurazukamori at the prison."
"I am NOT the Sakurazuka—" Subaru started to shout before Kamui interrupted him, "I am NOT a rebel! I am Kamui, King of—"
"Yeah, yeah tell it to someone who cares," the leader snarled, and then turned to the third and fourth guards, "Book'em boys."
Before the two wrongly accused boys could say another word, they were tackled to the ground and forced on their stomachs and hand cuffed. As the guards pulled them to their feet Subaru started shouting, "Help, help I'm being repressed! I'm being repressed!"
Kamui was kicking and screaming, "Let go of me! Let go I say! I'll have the law on you!"
"Sorry pal, but I am the law." The guard holding on to him grunted as one of his comrades grabbed a hold of Kamui's flailing legs and helped him carry the frantic bishi away. The leader shook his head sadly, "This is always the hardest part of the job."
The fourth guard, who was dragging Subaru called out for him and he shook his head again and sighed. "And of course, they always gotta do it the hard way."
He then took out a cub and whacked the struggling Subaru in the back of the head and into unconsciousness.
"Hey boss, why not make this guy go sleepy-byes too?" Called the second guard as Kamui got one of his legs free and kicked the man in the jaw, not even noticing what they did to Subaru or that he was about to receive the same treatment.
"Put me down this instant, or I'll break your fecking teeth out!" Kamui screamed. The leader whacked him in the head, and the last thing Kamui saw was a shower of stars, and then all went black.
Several hours later on a ship in the middle of the ocean.…
Subaru woke up to the worse headache he had ever had in his life, and the creaking of the ship as the waves from the ocean rocked it back and forth, were making him feel nauseous and weren't doing him any favors. He groaned and sat up; keeping his eyes closed and rubbed the back of his head, where he could feel a huge painful knot that had grown from the hit of the guard's club. He winced slightly as he massaged it gently with his fingers before slowly opening his eyes. He blinked several times before his eyes adjusted and surveyed his surroundings.
He was in a small holding area, and sat on a small wooden bench with another unconscious prisoner next to him and his arms and legs were shackled to a thick heavy looking log that ran through the length of the holding place. On the other side of the log was another small bench with three other prisoners sitting on it and facing him. The area was dimly lit by a small lantern hanging over their heads. He noticed two of the three prisoners that were facing him were butch. One was completely bald and had half of his right ear ripped off. Another had long tangly hair and very hairy arms and a scar over his left eye. The third was smaller in build but had a bunch of scars on his body and no teeth. They were all eyeing Subaru and his bench mate like a pack of hungry rabid wolves.
Subaru grimaced, cursing his bishi looks and Seishiro for getting him in this predicament. It was because of his good looks that he had met Seishiro seven years ago, and the Sakurazukamori made him his prey. From the very moment he met him, Seishiro always teased him about how cute he looked and would always call him "his little Subaru-kun", and laughed when Subaru turned cherry red at his words. Then he ditched Subaru after one year, and the white mage had been hunting him down ever since. Needless to say, Subaru never saw Seishiro since he ditched him six years ago and wasn't sure if he looked the same, but he still kept at it, hoping for the day he could get his revenge. His sister and grandmother were convinced that he was taking things too far and said he was becoming obsessed with the dark mage, but he ignored them. Now he found himself chained to a thick heavy log and being sized up by three macho men who were sure to make him their bitch. Oh yes, Subaru was all too painfully aware that guys like him didn't do very well in the slammer.
He smiled nervously at the three men, who quickly returned it with a snarl.
'Okay, note to self, if they attack play dead or beg for mercy. No—scratch that, just submit and hope that they rape you and get it over with quickly.' he thought sarcastically and decided that eye contact was best to be avoided at all costs.
His bench buddy shifted slightly and groaned. "What happened?"
Subaru frowned and looked more closely at his bench mate. It was the same guy who was arrested with him! What was his name—Kamui—that's right. He said that he was King of the Britons, which meant that he was their superior. But he didn't look old enough to be king, but what did he know?
Kamui sat up slowly and looked around warily. "Where am I?"
"I think we're on a ship that's taking us to a prison overseas, your highness," Subaru answered as he watched Kamui squint in the dim light while he rubbed the back of his head. "How long was I out?"
Subaru shrugged, "I don't have a clue. I just woke up not too long before you myself."
Kamui nodded slowly, then his eyes widened in alarm and he jumped up exclaiming, "Saiki! Bird! Eat! Bad—ack!"
His was jerked back down on the bench by his shackles. Apparently, he hadn't noticed them from before, and now looked at them stupidly. "What are these?"
"Shackles your highness," Subaru answered hesitantly, trying to make sense of the gibberish that had startled the teenager beside him.
"Oh," Kamui said dumbly, but then snapped back into his earlier panic. "Crap, Saiki! I didn't find anyone to help him! That stupid over grown pigeon has probably devoured him in such terrible ways that only the author could even think about!"
"Who's Saiki?" Subaru asked, but then noticed the three men watching them like hawks. He gulped, and desperately wished he wasn't such a hot bishi. Kamui didn't pay them any mind as he answered. "Saiki is my page," he explained. "He and I sat out on a journey about seven months ago to look for knights to join me at my castle at Camelot. But yesterday a giant pigeon came out of the sky and snatched him away and carried him off in the distance. That's when I ran to the village to look for help and ran into you."
Subaru gapped at Kamui, "Did you say giant pigeon?"
"Yeah, why do you know where it lives?" Kamui asked excitedly.
The emerald green eyed mage shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, I've heard of it…"
"Where does it live? Am I too late? Is there any chance that Saiki may have survived?" Kamui asked quickly, the words spilling together out of his mouth. Subaru paused, while separating the excited boy's words before answering. "It belongs to the Sheriff of Rottingham and Prince John. It snatches up pheasants to eat, but also people who Prince John and Rottingham think are plotting against them and it brings them to them to be executed. I don't think you'll be late, but I can't see what kind of threat your page posed for Prince John or Rottingham."
Kamui's face fell at Subaru's information. "You mean… he's probably dead already?"
Subaru flinched at the depressed tone. "No, they could have sent him to the dungeons to await a trial." He lied, hoping he sounded convincing.
Kamui sighed and buried his head in his hands, "Saiki's right, I really am a terrible friend!"
(Audience: awwwww….)
Subaru frowned and asked, "Why would he call you a terrible friend?"
Kamui shrugged, "He said that I made him carry all of our luggage when we started out on our journey, but he insisted that he should carry everything. I mean, it took me an hour to convince him to let me keep my sword!"
'Ah,' Subaru thought, understanding dawning on him. 'A case of he said she said. Well that makes sense.'
"Did he say anything else?" Subaru asked, trying to piece the puzzle together, he felt like his sister.
Kamui thought about and nodded. "Yeah, he said that I ignored him when he was dying of thirst and that I stole his water bottle."
Subaru and the three other men sweat dropped, all thinking that maybe Saiki was the one in the right, but the Subaru asked, "Is that true?"
Kamui thought back to when they had reached the outskirts of the village.
Flashback
Saiki gasping "WATER!"
"No, no, not those sounds. More like the sound of a gong and cries of misery."
"I NEED WATER!!"
"No, it sounds more like the cries of plague infested villagers." Kamui dismissed.
Saiki glared up at him, "I'm dying of thirst you bloody idiot!"
End Flashback
Flashback
Saiki was just inches from the water bottle before Kamui snatched it up and drank every last drop. "Ahhh, that's better!"
He notices Saiki on the ground and looking up at him with teary eyes. "Eh, Saiki? What's wrong?"
End Flashback
Kamui's eyes widened at the flashbacks the author showed him and he paled slightly. "Oops."
"Well, was Saiki right?" Subaru asked.
Kamui didn't answer, instead he felt horrible. How could he treat his best friend like that? No wonder Saiki had stomped on his 'Best Friends Forever Club' ring and didn't want to be his best friend.
"Your highness," Subaru asked when Kamui didn't respond. "Your highness, are you alright?" He lightly poked the dazed blue eyed boy, "Your highness?"
"He's right," Kamui said disbelievingly. "I really am a terrible person!" Then he burst into tears and started banging his head against the dividing log.
"Erm, I'm sure that's not true," Subaru said quickly, lightly patting the king on the head in an attempt to cheer him up.
"It is," Kamui wailed and thumped his head against the log again. "It's all true, and now Saiki's gonna be eaten by a giant mutant pigeon! I don't deserve his forgiveness!"
Subaru slid a cautious side glance at the three prisoners who all had the same bewildered and disturbed looks on their faces as him. Apparently they felt just as awkward at Kamui's despair as he, and like him, had no idea how to make him stop. Subaru gulped and grabbed Kamui's shoulder to stop him from banging his head against the divider log. "Your highness, please stop and get a hold of yourself!"
"Why should I? My best friend was right about me and he's going to die!" Kamui cried and tried to bang his head again, but Subaru held him steady.
"That's not true," Subaru said quickly, "I said that he could be sent to the dungeons to await a trial! So he'll be safe for a little while."
"And how am I supposed to go and rescue him?" Kamui snapped and waved his shacked wrists in front of Subaru angrily, "I'm chained to a freakin' log, you idiot! There's no way in heaven or hell that I could unchain myself and escape this wretched boat in time to save Saiki!"
Subaru nodded, unfazed by the king's anger. "Yes, getting out of here on your own is a bit of a problem," he acknowledged thoughtfully. "But I think I can help you."
Kamui snorted, "How's that, we don't have a key or anyway of getting back to England."
Subaru smiled and leaned in and whispered his plan in Kamui's ear.
Somewhere up in the sky….
"Okay, okay, I've got one," Jim said quickly, "I spy, with my little eye something blue."
"The sky," Saiki groaned as he hung as limply as he could in the giant bird's talons.
"Wow how did you know that?" Jim gasped in astonishment. Saiki glared daggers at him. "You've been saying it for your last fifty turns!"
Jim huffed, "Well you don't have to bite my head off about it!"
"Oh why don't you just shut up for once?" Saiki snarled.
Jim looked at him with a bit of surprise, "Are you still sore about the water? You really need to just forget about it and move on mate. I mean seriously, it's not like it's the end of the world."
Saiki snorted as he crossed his arms and abruptly looked the other way. Showing Jim that yes, he was still sore about the water, and no, he wasn't about to forget about it and move on.
Jim glared at him, "You have a rotten selfish attitude mister."
Saiki pretended to be interested in the landscape below them and ignored him. Jim bristled, "Are you giving me the silent treatment?"
Again he got no answer, "Oh you are such a baby!"
Again Saiki ignored him. Jim huffed, "Fine, be that way! I'll just play by myself!"
And without another word he looked around them for something to spy. As he scanned the area, Jim began to notice that they were circling a castle. Jim slid a side ways glance over at Saiki to see if he had noticed which he didn't since he was now looking at the endless sky instead. Jim turned his attention back to the castle and saw that they were coming closer to it.
"Uh, hey Saiki?" Jim asked slowly. Saiki ignored him again and Jim cleared his throat and tried again. "Saiki, I think we're landing."
Saiki rolled his eyes, "Nice try Jim, but I'm not falling for that again."
"No, really," Jim insisted. "Look," he pointed at the castle, "See? The castle's getting closer!"
Saiki sighed and looked at Jim and followed the direction that he was pointing. His eyes widened at the sight of the castle. "What the—," he started to say but the words disappeared as the giant bird squawked and landed in the court yard.
A man dressed in black robes and silver lined armor approached them. He had a dark brown goatee and thick dark brown hair that was neatly combed. On his waist he carried a sword. His expression was stern as he stopped before the giant bird and glanced at Saiki and Jim.
"Your what names?" He snapped. Saiki and Jim shared a confused look then replied, "What?"
The man blushed and cleared his throat, "I mean, 'what are your names?'"
"I'm Saiki," Saiki replied.
"I'm called Jim," Jim answered.
"What class are you?" the man demanded in a harsh voice, directing the question at Jim who flinched.
"I-I'm a-a peasant, sir," Jim stuttered. The man narrowed his eyes at him before turning to Saiki and asking the same question.
"I was a page, milord," Saiki answered, using the past tense. As far as he was conserned, Kamui could have already replaced him.
"Who's page?"
"Kamui, sir, I served King Kamui." Saiki answered again, wondering just who this guy was. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this guy was bad news.
The man gasped, "A traitor! You shall be taken to the dungeons to await a trial!"
"Eh? On what charges?!" Saiki demanded with disbelief.
"For conspiring against the prince," the man snapped.
"What prince?"
"Prince John, the ruler of all England, of course." The man hissed. "And you're also charged with carrying illegal weapons."
"Illegal what?!" Saiki shouted in outrage, "I don't have any weapons!"
"Then what do you call those?" the man asked pointing to the two coconut halves that were tied to Saiki's waist by two cords (A/N: yes he kept the coconuts all this time).
Saiki stared from the coconuts to the man, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Are you bleeding loony?" he shouted, "These are coconuts!"
"Aha!" The man shouted in triumph, "A confession!"
"Nani?!" Both Saiki and Jim exclaimed in confusion.
"What are you talking about? I didn't confess to anything!" Saiki snapped, waving his arms.
"You're also charged with possession of an illegal food item," the man said, and turned to a couple of guards behind him. "Arrest these two bludger heads," he ordered, pointing at Saiki and Jim, who let out a startled squeak, "And lock them away in the dungeon!"
"What?" Saiki yelled. One of the guards came up and turned him around. "Sir, you're under arrest for conspiring against the beloved Prince John, carrying illegal weapons with the intent of harm to another person, and the possession of an illegal food item." The guard said as he cuffed one of Saiki's hands.
"What are you talking about? They're just coconuts!" Saiki complained as he tried to fight the guard off.
"Sir, please don't fight me, or I'll charge you with resisting arrest." The guard said.
"This is ludicrous!" Saiki shouted.
"Hands behind your back sir," the guard said, ignoring Saiki's protests.
"No, back off! Get your hands off me!"
"I'm going to read you your rights," the guard said as he grabbed Saiki's other hand and cuffed it behind his back. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law."
"No, I'm innocent!" Saiki screamed. The guard ignored him. "You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, then you will not have one during your trial."
He led Saiki away, as the other guard arrested Jim.
"But—but I didn't do anything!" Jim cried.
"You are being arrested for refusing to pay your taxes and you are wanted for selling illegal catnip to under aged kittens." The guard informed the distraught peasant, as another frisked Jim and pulled a small plastic baggy out of his back pocket and sniffed it.
"Catnip," he confirmed and looked at Jim for an answer as the other cuffed him. Jim's eyes widened as though to say oh 'shit!'
"It's not mine, I swear!" he squeaked as the guard led him away and read him his rights.
Saiki and Jim were lead to the dungeons, where they were uncuffed and both tossed into a cell and locked in. Saiki stared after the guards as they left, trying to comprehend what had just happened. As the shock began to wear off, he realized that one, Kamui's crown had been stolen by Prince John, and second, he had just been arrested for treason against the prince, and for having a pair of coconut halves in his possession. Once he came to this realization he could only say three words, "What the feck?!"
TBC
Will Saiki and Jim be able to afford an anterny? What is Subaru's great plan? And will they make it in time to save Saiki? Find out in the next exciting chapter of X: Men in Tights and the Quest for the Holy Grail!!