Hello, my dear friends. I wanted to make a statement before we proceed with the next delicious chapter of this quickly becoming hot story.
They are moving a bit fast, ne? Really, though, I was finding it unavoidable. Atemu can't play around even though Yuugi obviously wants to. Like it was said, it's all or nothing. Now remember, this engagement of theirs is going to last...oh, about five to six years. Yuugi's training will move along a bit faster with private tutelage than if he goes to study at the Sekesha Hall Compound, where he'd be with many students.
Plus it wouldn't do very good for him to be boinkin the Prince whilst going to a 'public' school, now would it? Imagine the looks Anzu would always give him....tehehehe.
We know that Atemu is direly infatuated, and for some strange reason can't get his hands on Yuugi fast enough. Yuugi, however, likes to get into trouble quite a bit, and always tries to press his luck as long as it will bring him fun. This kiss, with Atemu needy and Yuugi more than ready, was going to happen sooner than later. Anyway, Yuugi's too damned horny to wait until his eight years would have been up at the Compound before finally being able to jump into Atemu's bed.
Hmm....I need to go write some more fluff now.
But on another note, before we started, I wanted to tell all of you of a plagiarist I have been introduced to. She has stolen the first chapter of my story and placed it under her account at fan fiction now . com, She just might even have your work there as well. She has had stories removed before for plagiarism, and has been banned from Deviant Art fifteen times for stealing other people's art work. Here is her URL:
h t t p : w w w . f a n f i c t i o n n o w . c o m / a u t h o r s . p h p . ? n o 3 (no spacing)
She called it 'Wings of Silver and White' instead of Dripping Wings, and didn't even change the damned summary.
Kill. Raise hell with me as we swart her evil ways. No, not even evil, but slimy. That's right, you twenty six year old bitch, I found you and I'm going to KILL!!! I already left a nice little review for you on my story saying that I want your head on a silver platter. Perhaps you'll even be so stupid as to not look this over when you do some more copying and pasting and blatantly tell everyone that you stole this work, even though you have a nice little statement that says 'don't steal my work!'
Bitch!!!!!
(Clears throat) Now that this is over, I encourage all others to head out, hunt, search, destroy, and put the awesome game of Halo to shame with the bloodshed. My darker side is already prowling...
And now, on to the story. Thank you.
Dripping Wings
Yuugi stood rigidly as he stared at the guard barring the way in front of the door. Sure, he was a little nervous looking up at them, but in all honestly, he was just downright intimidated.
A woman standing in full armor, tall and sleek with a grin affixed onto her pretty, full lips, a rather large sword dangling innocently from it's holster on her side.
Yes, just a little intimidated.
She was pretty. Her armor was impressive, too. A full breast plate covered her bust and lower chest, and Yuugi knew from looking at it that the metal wasn't hastily pounded out because the owner just so happened to have rather prominent breasts. Oh, no. The craftsmanship was so fine, so painstakingly carved and crafted, it made Yuugi wonder if it was difficult to find a breast plate in this country that was crafted for a male. Long leather boots rubbed smooth stopped above her knees, a linen kilt of sorts draping down to her ankles. There were also leather strips tied around her arms, reminding Yuugi of what bird trainers wore for the foul that had rather large talons. The bird of prey could land easily on the trainer's arm and not puncture any skin in the process.
She smirked down at him, her purple eyes dancing, her long blonde hair falling voluptuously behind her.
"Good evening, Mai."
The guard moved her eyes from Yuugi to the Prince standing next to him. "Good evening, your Highness."
"How is the magistrate tonight?"
"Oh, not a happy camper," she retorted. Yuugi got the feeling that the woman in front of him could find just about anything amusing. "She has paper work stacked up to the ceiling."
"Literally, or metaphorically?"
"Literally."
The Prince winced. He was simply grateful that he didn't have to do all of that nasty book work. "Mai, I'd like you to meet Yuugi. Yuugi, this is Mai, the Cavalry Sargent of the Seventh Royal Battalion."
"Ah, nice to meet you," Yuugi extended a hand for a handshake, unsure of what to do. God, her sword looked so big...
Apparently people in Sekesha knew of a handshake, for she didn't hesitate to take his hand in hers and give it a firm squeeze. "Hey, cutie," she cooed, still with her half grin. "Why don't you drop by my room before you head off to bed, tonight...hmm?"
Atemu cleared his throat, bringing the flustered teen over to his side. "Sorry, Mai, this one's no longer free."
She laughed, winking at the Prince. "It's all in good fun, your Highness." She opened up the door. "Good luck with the Magistrate, by the way, if she hasn't fallen asleep yet."
"Thanks." Atemu pushed Yuugi inside the door, and the teen heard it close softly behind them.
"Good friend of yours," he asked, still a bit flushed.
"We grew up together."
"Ah."
The room they were in at the moment was nothing but a small little area with one bench against a wall, with another set of doors in front of them. Yuugi saw papers stacked up next to the one bench, and some folders laying askew on the floor. "Oh, my," the Prince frowned. "It's even overflowing into here." He opened up the next set of doors, and it took Yuugi a moment to take everything in. If you're reading this on fan fiction now . com, it has been plagiarized. Stop reading now.
Papers. Yep. A lot of papers. Files sat stacked one upon another, nearly hiding a desk from view. Yuugi could just make out the head of a woman sitting behind yet more stacks of paper on her desk, spectacles nearly falling off her nose and as she concentrated on a sheet that lay in front of her.
"Good evening, Miss Magistrate," Atemu stated clearly, perhaps a little louder than normal.
The woman started muttering to herself, picked up the paper she was looking at, and put it in a tiny little box that said 'out.'
"Isis," Atemu spoke again.
The mentioning of her name seemed to jar her thoughts, brining her back to the land of the living. "Oh, Sire, what brings you here?"
"Rough night," he asked.
"Oh, goddess, I get sick and the work piles up. Tax reforms, law proposals, court cases, press issues, scholars sending in one historical document after another, and it all has to be filed."
"I'm afraid I have a little bit more paper work for you to do."
Her face fell. "Oh?" she asked weakly.
"Declaration of Betrothal."
She ducked her head under her papers and began sifting through a drawer that Yuugi couldn't see. "Declarations...declarations...war...treaties...aha, betrothal..." she placed the paper on her desk and started to fill out some names on the top. "His Royal Highness Prince Atemu has declared the act of be-"she stopped, looking back up at the Prince in shock. "Betrothal," she asked. "Are you serious?"
"Quite."
She nearly fell out of her chair. "Well it's about time!" She laughed to herself, sitting back in her chair and patting her hand on her chest. "Good gracious, I thought the Goddesses might have taken away your ability to think about a co-consort! So tell me, who's the lucky candidate?"
Yuugi cleared his throat, walking up next to Atemu. Apparently, a stack of papers had been blocking him from view. "Good evening, Magistrate," he spoke.
Her laughter quieted as she took a good look at the new person before her. He saw her mouth the words 'It's the Assai,' but she didn't say it out loud.
"This is Yuugi," Atemu stated. "The betrothal will last until his magi training has finished."
"Yes...of course. One can't take up consort duties without being fully trained. Indeed..." she smiled at him sweetly. "Hello, Yuugi. It's good to meet you."
He smiled back.
She started to fill out the paper work. "Well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise, I must say. Yes...the act of betrothal on this day, the day of..." her idle chatter quieted as she continued to write. Suddenly she stopped, looked at the nib of her pen, scowled, and dipped it in an ink well. "I'd save so much work if I didn't have to constantly refill this damned thing..." she started scratching away at the paper again. "Hmm...now. The Prince has the two rings with him that were bestowed upon him at birth, and will hence forth place one on the ring finer of his betrothal's right hand, and the co-consort candidate will do likewise."
Atemu did indeed have a small pouch with him, and out of it he extracted two silver rings, marked with a writing not even Yuugi understood. The Prince smiled at him when he took his hand, pushing the ring fully on his finger. Yuugi blushed a little, took the other ring, and put it on Atemu's right hand. I must be going crazy...and for some reason I've just got to find out what he supposedly saw in his 'foresight.' I bet that would explain a lot.
"Splendid," Isis stated. "And in five year's time the official ceremony will commence. May you be fruitful and prosperous in the future to come. Signed Witness, the Royal Magistrate her Grace Isis." She dropped her pen and began to blow on the page, encouraging the ink to dry.
"Thank you, Isis," Atemu stated.
"No problem, Sire. All I ask is a small vacation once I get these papers whittled down."
The Prince chuckled. "I'll give you full leave to stay at the Highland Resort for a weekend."
The woman's face brightened up considerably. "Now there's something to look forward to. Now get out of here so I can get some more work done."
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Yuugi's back hit the wall hard as Atemu continued to assault his kiss bruised lips. Eager hands wandered around his body, the Prince's form pressing against him almost desperately.
Atemu's sex pressed against his further as that that hungry mouth moved down to his neck. They were almost to the Prince's bedroom, the door sitting only feet away from them. Yuugi, although thoroughly enjoying every touch, was weary from the events of the day. Three weeks of therapy promised him normal movements, but it didn't mean he had any kind of endurance yet. He sighed appreciatively when the Prince hit a very sensitive spot in the crook of his neck.
"Hmm....Atemu....ti-" The Prince covered his lips again cutting off speech, his tongue claiming dominance in the teen's hot mouth. So tired... He groaned when a knee was wedged between his legs. He was going limp with exhaustion, but Atemu didn't seem to notice.
The Prince stumbled with him to the door of his chambers, fumbled with the knob, and finally got them in, still kissing the teen senseless.
Yuugi barely heard the door close and felt himself pressed against a soft bed. Atemu broke their heated kiss and looked at him lustily, his voice husky as he spoke. "I'll be right back."
Yuugi nodded, humming in agreement, and fell the rest of the way on the bed, feeling a soft down comforter covered in silk. Sighing in contentment, he barely managed to ease his head on the soft pillow, falling easily into the bed that now felt like clouds surrounding him.
Atemu came back, his jewelry removed, noticing a snoozing Yuugi on the bed, his wings curled up tightly around him. His heart melted. He'd nearly forgotten just how tired he must be. His new lover was the picture of serenity as he lay there sleeping, a delicate smiling gracing his visage.
He leaned over and ran his fingers through Yuugi's hair. "I love you," he whispered, leaving a kiss on his temple. He climbed in to bed on the other side, pulling Yuugi up into his arms. Yuugi was facing him, his large wings falling off the edge of the queen sized bed. "Sleep well."
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Yuugi woke up, feeling bright sunshine spilling over his previously sleeping form. He looked up, and saw an open balcony a few feet away from the bed. The glass doors were opened, letting in a breeze so delicious it was like breathing in wine. Some birds were chirping beyond sight, and vines from far down below were growing up and wrapping around the balcony railing, wild flowers blooming in its wake. Yuugi pushed his body up from it's resting position, taking in the space around him. If this work is on fan fiction now . com, it has been plagiarized. I am warning you now. The true author's profile is on fan fiction . net, and belongs to SilverLily aka Blood Moon.
The Prince's room was gorgeous. White and silver marble flooring met pale silver walls. Glimmering granite and basalt furniture, chests, and garden benches littered with silk pillows completed the area, a basin with water sitting on top of a long table was placed at the edge of the bed. Yuugi scooted over, dipped his hands in it, and rinsed his face.
The bed was empty aside from him. The Prince was most likely up and getting back to work. He had taken a lot of time off lately, spending a lot of days with Yuugi back at the Sekesha Hall Compound healing ward.
Speaking of which...Yuugi supposed the Headmistress was out to get Atemu's head today. She sounded angry enough the night before, but not even returning the teen that night? And not only that, but declaring betrothal? Yuugi was sure that she'd be furious at the moment.
He really didn't know why. So he had wings that were cruelly torn out of him. Okay. He was getting better. He'd learn how to hide them, safe at the palace away from prying eyes rather than in a public compound. What was the problem?
He got off the bed, and started to poke around the room. There had to be a clean set of clothes in there. Aha! There in the large cabinet, he was able to find numerous pairs of soft white pants, and a shirt that would fit around his wings. No surprises, really. Not if all the royalty had wings.
There was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom, and Yuugi took the liberty to give himself a sponge bath and get clean. No point in soaking his wings. That would only make a dripping mess everywhere.
He walked back into the bedroom, surprised to see a tray full of food on a bedside table. Breakfast! His stomach rumbled angrily. He was really hungry.
Ten minutes later, with a full belly, a cleaned and dressed body, and a curious mind, Yuugi opened up the doors to the bedroom chamber and walked out into the hall.
"Sire!"
Yuugi whirled around, shocked at the title, and saw a male guard standing there. The guard bowed hastily, holding his sword holster at his side. "The Prince informed me that you'd wake up alone today, and asked that you be looked after until he returns."
Yuugi thought of a destination quickly. "I'm just going to the gardens," he stated.
"Would you like an escort." It was said as a statement, not as a highly polite question.
Yuugi thought it best not to argue. "Sure, that would be nice."
They started to walk down the hall, the guard slightly ahead. Yuugi knew he didn't know where to go, but the guard did, and led the way. "My name is Mahaado, by the way. I've been assigned to watch over you until you get to know the area."
"It's nice to meet you, Mahaado. I assume you already know my name, but for the record, it's Yuugi,"
"I do, but I prefer formalities. There's more respect in them."
Hm. This was awkward. Yuugi wasn't sure what to say next. "How are the gardens this time of year," he asked instead.
"Lovely. The perfume from the flowers is at their height."
Well, that was good, at least he didn't insist on being silent. "I haven't been to the gardens yet."
"You'll enjoy it."
They turned a corner, and suddenly Yuugi heard something he that hadn't hit his ears since before he arrived at the palace the very first time.
There were people yelling.
Mahhado walked on, not noticing for a while that Yuugi had stopped and stole himself away behind an open door. Inside, the two people Yuugi had been expecting to be going at it were nearly at each other's throats. From his tiny slit of vision, Atemu looked angry, and the Priestess looked furious.
"Damn it, Priestess! He's my lover, my betrothed, and I will help him decide what is best for him! You no longer have any jurisdiction over this matter!"
"And you, your Highness, are being a spoiled child! You go and propose to him just like that? What were you thinking?! Or were you think at all??"
"You speak as if I forced him into it! It was a mutual decision!"
"Like hell! You're damned royalty! What did you expect him to do?! This is the last thing that child needs right now!"
"Damn it, Lilian! He's not your dead daughter! He's not going to keel over on us without warning! You have got to stop this!"
"I am putting my foot down, Atemu!"
"And you will not speak to the ruler of you country as if he were a child! I will remove you from your post at the compound if it so comes down to it, Lilian. Mark my words..."
"Sire!" Yuugi almost jumped when Mahaado loudly whispered his name behind him.
"Gah! Don't do that," he whispered back.
"You shouldn't be listening in like this! It's dishonest!"
Yuugi scowled. "I'll tell Atemu afterwards. He won't be angry."
"You wouldn't dare," the Priestess seethed, giving the Prince such a glare it could probably have lit him on fire.
"He's mine. Leave him be. He'll be safe here, receiving the best teachings possible. I've already got tutors on the way. Back off, Priestess! Or it'll be your head!"
She let out a frustrated scream, storming out of the room. Yuugi could see a white energy sizzling and cackling around her as she left down the hall, her anger near the bursting point.
Yuugi looked back into the room, seeing the Prince resting both his hands on the table that had been between him and his yelling opponent. His head was bent low, and one hand went to his forehead. Yuugi was about to go in and comfort him, for sadness and weariness seamed to make themselves evident. If you're reading this on fan fiction now . com, it has been plagiarized. Do not read this.
A voice called from somewhere inside. Yuugi had a thought that this room led to a series of even larger rooms further inside the palace.
"Your Highness? Ah, good. You're not busy. A new law proposal from the city of Knatan." A piece of paper was slipped under his face, and Atemu started to look over it.
"....and it is so proposed that henceforth all donkies, jack asses, mules, and bobbles gots be banned from sleeping in human bathing facilities? Good goddess, what are they going to come up with next?" The Prince walked away into an inner chamber, away from ear shot.
Yuugi sighed, left his hiding spot, and started to walk again.
"You really shouldn't have done that," Mahaado chided.
The teen sighed in exasperation. "What is her problem? Good grief, it's not like I'm being treated ill here or anything. I am really worried about those two."
The guard pressed his lips together. "It is always hard dealing with relatives, especially when the juvenile can pass judgement on the elder."
Their each other's aunt and nephew. Yes, that must be awkward at times.
Yuugi shrugged. "It should all work out, right?"
"One can only hope. And pray."
As soon as I can get all the damned names right of the goddesses. Who am I supposed to pray to for what now? Gah...
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