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Chapter 13 – I Can't Go Back Home!

~After the competition~

Izumi turned on the water faucet. Warm water oozed down onto his fingertips. Bending down, he scrubbed off the excess makeup from his face, wondering how girls could stand wearing all these different chemicals on their face all day. It made his skin way too stiff and itchy. Determined to never ever go through such a ridiculous and insane thing again, he tore off his wig and slammed it into the trashcan.

The wig smelled of orange juice, curtsy of Mizuki spilling the orange juice on him earlier. Then, sighing inwardly, Izumi called his servants to get his bath ready. He replaced his sticky chinese dress with a white, fluffy towel that was laid out beside his bedside counter and entered his bathroom, his thoughts drifting back to the end of the competition.

'How the hell did I manage to win both the cooking competition as well as the beauty pageant that I didn't even know was going on?' he pondered as he started washing his back with a bar of soap. Soap bubbles formed in his hands, tumbling upward towards his violet stained glass dome until it disappeared from sight.

He remembered that the judges of the competition presented him with flowers and a check of a million dollars for winning the cooking competition, which he immediately gave to one of his three generals – Megumi Tennoji. The general bowed, took the check, and put it into his shirt pocket. The check would be given to charity for the orphans within Osaka Kingdom.

Just when he thought everything was over, the lights started shining on him.

He could still feel the stares people gave him. The thought made the prince cringe slightly, his back feeling a small but noticeable chill.

Masking his slight confusion with a cool, withdrawn expression, Prince Izumi stared at the audience and at the MC.

"Let's give a round of applause to our first Osaka Kingdom Kitchen Beauty!" the MC gave a meek smile and clapped his hands, encouraging others to join in. Slowly, people started clapping, not sure what was going on either.

"And here's the crown and ribbon that goes with it," the MC continued after presenting him with roses.

'......' Izumi thought.

--End Flashback--

"NOOOOO!!!" Izumi heard a loud scream outside his chamber as he started drying his wet hair with his towel.

He peaked through the door slightly, his hazel brown eyes focusing on a petite looking female in disguise.

"What is it, Ashiya?" he called out, wondering why she's so loud in the morning.

He walked out of his chambers, glanced to the direction her eyes were glued to, and ripped the paper up, glaring at the floor.

"Stupid father," she heard him slam the shredded paper into the garbage can.

"Why the hell does he have to do this now? It just has to be the Osaka Kingdom's Left Wing out of all places!" he ranted silently to himself, trying to control his emotions.

"Hey Naba! What's going on?" Shuuichi stopped the general in the hallway and immediately started to question him with endless questions as he held a copy of the notice up for Minami to see.

"Yeah...the pipes aren't working. They are rusting and breaking left and right, so the king decided to redo everything," Minami informed with utmost professionalism. He didn't even appear intimidated by Shuuichi's pestering voice.

"And where are we going to stay?" Shuuichi quickly inquired before Mizuki could.

'Yeah, where are we going to stay?' Mizuki frowned. 'I just cleared the situation with my older brother, and I know he wouldn't let me come back if I show up at home again.'

"Oh, about that," Minami said. Prince Izumi also listened in, eager to know how this event would proceed. "I don't know."

The rest of the group sweatdropped.

"You don't know?!" Shuuichi flared up. "What are the rest of the people in the Left Wing going to do then?"

"It's just three days, Shuuichi," Minami tried to reason unsuccessfully.

"What is Mizuki supposed to do then? Sleep in a tent?!"

"Well, I do have a spare one in my bedroom somewhere," Minami tried to ease up the situation with a joke.

"Argh!" Minami yelled. "I don't wanna go back to my home!"

"Where is his home?" Mizuki asked the prince quietly.

"Technically, it's not a home. It's a ship," Izumi answered.

"A ship?" Mizuki looked confusingly at him.

Izumi explained his words. "His family owns a big cruise line, and they always travel place to place, so their house is really just a very big cruise."

"Oh," Mizuki said.

"Hey, wouldn't it be a great idea for Mizuki and the rest of the Left Wing go board your ship for a while? It could be like a vacation!" Minami exclaimed.

"You just want to see hot girls, don't you?" Shuuichi glared at him.

"I think it's a great idea," Izumi said.

"You do, my prince?" Shuuichi asked.

"Yeah, apparently, Ashiya has never been on a ship before since she looks so confused at my explanation."

"Well," Mizuki scratched her head shyly. "Where I was from, we had no need for boats or ships. We like to fly."

The others nodded.

"Make it two weeks Shuuichi," Izumi told his head chef. "We'll be back at the castle in two weeks."

A/N: Hmm, it's a bit short, but it'll do, I think? I hope the description is slightly better? If not, feel free to tell me it isn't. I'll actually thank you because I want to improve my writing so that everyone could enjoy my fanfic more. I do hope to see more reviews though since reviews make me happy! Seriously, it's like a drug. Once you see one, you just keep having the energy to continue and be so happy! Uh, I'll stop ranting now.