I am back with the third installment of my fanfiction! I hope you like this one as much as the rest! Now we meet prince Mello! Enjoy~
A raging blonde ran around his father's castle in search for his black leather vest that he has been saving for this special occasion. He tried to hold as much pride as possible in his appearance. He couldn't find it anywhere and he had to look exactly perfect when he went to go and see Princess Near. Mello became enraged at his hopeless efforts in finding the piece of clothing, and started to cuss and swear at passing maids to find his vest this instant. They quickly would run away and do as he ordered, for they were too scared to do anything else.
A maid and found the vest in a pantry and it was laying next to chocolate bars on the floor; they all knew how it got there. Prince Mello snatched the vest away (Rude Mello!) from the maid and dismissed her while he finished getting dressed.
He looked in the mirror. He saw a once handsome individual who was left at a dingy orphanage, even though he was smarter than anyone he had ever known. He also saw a man who used to look amazing, but now was a freak due to a large scar on his arm and face. Earlier that year, a peasant had tried to kill the royal family by setting the castle rooms on fire. Mello had barely escaped alive but he had the burns to always remember that day. He sighed at his appearance. No way was a beautiful princess like Near going to want HIM.
He fiddled with his hair, the only perfect physical thing he had left next to his icy blue eyes, at least that was presentable. His hair was like the sun came down and touched it. It was a bright, golden yellow that was fine and straight, while his eyes were a pasty blue like the sky. Mello glanced one more time at himself. Nodding approvingly, he walked out his door.
In a slight jog, Prince Mello came to the main entrance of the castle, and went to go see his adoptive parents before he was to leave. "Mello!" yelled an overexcited queen, "You ready hunny?" Mello plastered a smile on his face, even though he wanted to spew venom at the woman, "Yes mother."
He never had gotten along with the lady, she seemed nice until his oh-so-great father would put her down, then she would beat on the maids and worst of all Mello himself. Once she had beaten him with a candle stick so hard to the head that Mello was knocked out in a pool of blood and in a coma for three days. To add to his, as he would put it "god awful appearance" there will always be a permanent indent there.
She sometimes got herself into a drunken mess too. She would again find Mello and scream, but mostly she would scream and hit him with whatever was lying about. She had been doing this ever since Mello had been adopted, but would a servant ever speak up? No. They wouldn't because she is the queen and she could do anything she wanted, even if it was getting dangerously close to killing Mello.
Mello would put a smile on though even if it was short lived, but he could never escape the awful aftershocks, even Mello couldn't do that. Sometimes he would cry until night fell, and he was too exhausted to cry anymore and finally fell asleep in his bedroom, or he would run into the shower to only hold a blade to his soft skin. Then there was the occasional times were he would have dreams that would shake him to the core only to wake up in a fit of sweat and so scared and shaken he can't see straight.
Mello's life with his 'Perfect' family wasn't so great as he thought it might have been, but he was off to see Princess Near. The boy he had met in the orphanage long ago, maybe he had the same problems but it seemed unlikely. Near was too perfect for anyone to actually think of harming him. Mello had fallen in love with that perfectness a long time ago, but times were different when he was younger.
When he was younger, Mello didn't understand why he hated Near or why he would pick on and tease him. All he knew is that he felt weird around him and the only thing that helped was to taunt the boy. Now Mello being older, he could understand that what he felt was love and he wanted, no, needed that back in his life. So there he was the sun kissed prince off to meet the princess of his dreams. He wondered what he would look like now...