Okay so this is me doing this without Kairi… *horror* Sorry its been so long, I haven't had a lot of time to write.
"Act one scene 2"
"Come on, Zane, it'll be FUN!" Jay prodded his cousin's overcoat with the stick he'd wrestled from a tree. He gave him a good whack on the arm. Zane seemed completely unfazed by the fact that Jay Ao was smacking him repeatedly with a heavy stick. "Come on, you HAVE to," he whined again. That was what, five times now? He felt like he was repeating himself. It was getting a little weird.
The Ao palace was four stories, over a thousand feet, and jewel encrusted. Gold trim, endless windows, and oblivious people were what made his castle so completely awesome. Oh, that, and their fireworks. Everyone (who was important in the community) liked to gather to watch the annual Ao family tradition take place in the sky every birthday for a member of Jay's family. He didn't see the Aka family doing that anytime soon, now did he? Jay smacked the heel of his hand on the hilt of his stick. Zane also did not seem wavered by the loud noise.
"ZAAANNNEE," he whined. "PLEEEEAAASSSSEEEE…"
Zane blinked a pair of baby blue eyes at him. He wore traditional overcoat with his tight blue trousers. Underneath that was a pair of finely polished leather buckle shoes, something that his father apparently gave him (his father inherited those from his father) all those many childhoods ago that Jay really didn't care about. What Jay cared about was actually going to that party and showing those Aka sons of devils which family was high ho above the land. ESPECIALLY that Cole. Grrrrrrr. He made Jay extremely angry and irritated with his constant taunts and jives.
"What makes you think I wish to engage in such silly actions?" Zane questioned. He fixed the white cuff of his shirt. Jay was blocking his path so it wasn't likely he was going to get into the mansion without knocking Jay over first, which Jay knew he wouldn't do because he was too nice for that. Jay wanted to break him down and show Zane what this world was really about: kicking Aka butt. But his cousin seemed to be against everything that involved war or physical abuse.
"Because you're an Ao, and Ao are into beating up Aka," he spelled it out for him. Zane rolled his eyes insidiously. "Come on! Kai is going!"
Zane scoffed. "How did you manage that?" He laughed. "Kai is more of a passivist."
"Yeah, but get him mad, and he's actually a demon from hell." Jay poked his cousin's shoulder. "See? Your flabby. You have to man up a little! Not settle down with a wife and have kids. You're still young, dude."
Zane glowered at him. Okay, maybe Jay had hit a tender note there, but he stood taller with a wiggle of his stout nose. "Leave my wife and son out of this, will you please? I will not come to your party so you can prove to a bunch of ninnies how dominant you are." That is childish and crude. And, frankly, stupid."
"BUT ZANE…!"
"Shut your gums or I will order someone to shut them for you," he said. Jay snapped his jaw shut. Of course Zane wouldn't do it himself. Zane was too much of a wimp to stand up and fight for himself. He shoved past Jay onto the brick path leading up to his house. The elegant, bronze doorway was opened by Jaqui, one of the maids Jay could actually remember. She smiled at them. "Welcome, Master Jay, Sir Zane," she greeted. Jay didn't pay her any attention, but Zane stopped to give her a friendly hello. He asked her how the weather was. But Jay thought it was really dumb to speak with the help, because hello, they were to help, not use as your partner buddies when you were ACTUALLY supposed to be discussing party plans with your cousin. Jay grabbed onto Zane's sleeve and pulled him away.
"Go do laundry or something Jaqui," he commanded. Zane waved a solemn farewell.
Jay led him up the elegant staircase to the bathroom where Clementine currently was bathing Kai. With absolutely no dignity, he barged into the bathroom, a really big white room with tiles spread across the floor and walls painted a complete white. The bathtub that was as big as a bed was waiting patiently in the corner, where Kai soaked, his head tilted back in heaven while Clementine rubbed the knots in his shoulders. Kai had never been treated like royalty before, so it was probably a really nice experience for him. However Jay had another idea. Kai groaned but not in pleasure when he heard the door fly open.
"Jay, you bastard," he snapped. "I knew you'd come in here."
"Come on, twinkletoes," Jay answered. "We have a party to go to."
Young Clementine looked back and forth between Jay and Kai but continued to stroke his skin with her marvelous fingers. She drilled into the muscle behind Kai's ears, making him sigh—or maybe that was Jay causing him so much distress. Oh, well. He jerked his thumb towards Zane, who indignantly avoided looking at Kai.
"I brought Holy Jesus, too," he added. Zane frowned. "He's coming."
"I am not."
"I said you are. So quit your arguing."
"If we do this, you know there will be consequences. If one of the Aka catch you, Prince Lloyd will have your head torn off with a demonic dog's jaws." Zane crossed his arms. Jay whirled on him.
"It's called a masquerade for a reason, pinky. Now," he turned to Clementine, "get him dressed and ready to leave in ten minutes." Then he turned on his heel and left the room without another glance backwards.
…
Cole smacked his hand down on the table. "What do you mean you dropped the cake!" he yelled. The chef Bouyandi stared at him in fear. Of course everyone was going to be afraid of brave soul Cole. At least, everyone standing in this kitchen under the death penality of his wrath. They knew he could beat them up into nothing in under four seconds if he really wanted to.
"Sir, I did n-not mean t-o," stuttered Bouyandi. He pulled off his chef's cap nervously. "We were trying to move it to the table so we could paint on my Lady's name, but…"
"But you dropped it."
"Yes."
"UGGGGHHHH." What was a party without cake? Cole whirled around and stared at the crew. "You're lucky your not my staff, or I would have you all fired and sent to jail," he said loudly. "Just so you know, I'm not giving you the money it took to make it, cause now it's splattered all over the floor."
"Well heard," bent down Bouyandi in a bow. The rest of the staff did the same. "We apologize."
"Dang right you do."
Cole stormed out of the kitchen, fuming. Those imbociles. He paid a lot of money to have the finest make his cousin Nya's birthday cake. She was coming of age, after all. About to make a fine wife! He'd seen girls younger than she become mothers. Every elligable suitor from all over was coming to see his thirteen year old cousin, scope her out, see if she was worth it. Why, he'd imagine men from every corner of the world would swoop under her beauty. Lady Nya Aka inherited the good genes from her parents. It was a good thing, too. That son of the Ao family was no good and extremely ugly. It proved one more reason why the Aka were better than the Ao.
Cole ran into Nya on his way down the hall. He almost didn't see her. She was way shorter than he was. "Oops," he muttered, "Sorry, milady."
Nya picked up her outrageously fluffy red skirts. She swept a lock of hair out of her eyes. "No, no, pardon me, my lord," she curtsied. "I must not have been watching my footing."
Cole smiled. "Does not matter," he rejoiced, "you're becoming wife-material! What say you?"
Nya thought about it for a moment. "If I shall have a husband arranged by my parents' bidding, than I shall love him with every fiber of my being, lest it makes them happy."
Cole smiled. "Good, good!" he patted her shoulder. "And what a fine wife you'll be!" He walked past her down the hallway, missing the forlorn look she gave him as he dreamily wandered past. He still lamented his poor broken cake.
Yeah. Kinda short. Oh well. So. Thanks for reading and review for me! (thanks to Kairi for that last marvelous sentence.)