Slytherin – Fanatic 911: Howdy Y'all! I know that my words of apologies will be enough for you to forgive my lateness of posting this chapter, but at least you have this chapter as reassurance of my not giving up on this fic! I have good news though, I will be trying to post updates for this fic, Junai Angels and Natsuyasumi V2 more often. Meaning that I will try and post chapters for this fic twice a year instead just once. If I finish the chapters earlier though, I will post them online. Now, since I'm sure you don't want to hear my rambling, I will get Frizzle to do the disclaimer. Frizzle!
Frizzle: Yes ma'am! Disclamier: Slytherin – Fanatic 911 does own D N Angel but she does own Harry Potter Page to Screen – The Complete Filmmaking Journey! Now… ON WITH THE STORY!
Krad woke up, the morning light hitting his face and filling the room with its golden rays of sun. He blinked tiredly and sat up, still in a daze of sleepiness. The night before seemed like a dream and Krad couldn't tell if it had actually happened or not. He remembered chasing after Dark, swearing at him and wanting him to slow down. He remembered being pinned down to the ground and pinning Dark in return. He remembered having his hair pulled and landing on top of Dark and he also remembered… but no, it wasn't real. it was all just a dream, there was no way that it could be real.
A knock on the door interrupted Krad's thoughts and he looked from where his hands were resting in his lap and said, "Come in."
The door creaked open and a certain purple haired thief entered the room. He was not clad in the usual black leather that he always wore though, but instead a simple cream tunic with white tights and slip-on shoes. The garb of one of Krad's servants. He blinked his eyes a few times, not quite believing what he was seeing. Dark had walked into his bedroom, dressed as a servant and holding a silver tray that had a cup of steaming tea and a plate full of food. Obviously last night's events must have happened if Dark was there and acting as a servant.
A smirk appeared on Krad's face and he gestured for Dark to come closer. Dark walked forward, placed the tray at the end of Krad's bed and stood beside where Krad was sitting.
"Is there anything else you require?" Dark forced out.
Krad slipped out of bed and walked over to where Dark was. He examined Dark, from the simple shoes to his messed up hair, his smirk growing. "That's 'Master' to you, Dark," Krad said.
A vein twitched in Dark's forehead. He let out a breath and responded in his calmest possible voice, "Is there anything else you require, Master?"
"Are you enjoying work so far?" Krad asked, walking over to the tray and picking up the tea.
A quick glare came from Dark as he turned around and started to leave. He paused just as he was about to go through the doorway and said to Krad, "Not one bit."
Krad laughed a loud once Dark was out of view. After all this time of Dark bullying Krad, escaping from his clutches and appearing at his house at inappropriate times, he finally had some control over the thief. The feeling felt good. The best part was, he had an entire two months to enjoy, without having to worry about Dark and what his next target was.
Krad blew on his tea to cool it down before taking a sip. He placed it down and picked up the tray carrying it over to the table that was next to his balcony doors. The blonde pulled out a chair, sat down and examined the food in front of him. Eggs, bacon, toasted bread and shredded cheese filled the plate, making Krad's mouth water. He picked up his cutlery, trying to decide on what to eat first when a knock on the door interrupted him.
"Enter," Krad said, placing down his cutlery.
A servant entered the room carrying a single letter on a tray. He walked over to Krad and held the tray out, allowing the blonde to grab the letter. He did so and waved his hand, indicating that the servant was dismissed. Once he heard the door close again, Krad looked at the front of the letter and at his name, which was written in a neat, cursive font. He turned it over, examined the seal on the back, before opening it and pulling out the parchment that was inside.
Krad read through the letter, his heart pumping. Once he had finished, he put the letter down on the table in front of him, picked up his fork and dug into his eggs. After a few bites, he picked the letter up and read through it again, paying closer attention to the contents.
Dear Lord Krad Hikari,
I am writing to you on this day to congratulate you on catching The Phantom Thief, Dark. I heard that his capture was quite a spectacle to behold. My only regret was that I was not there in person to witness this. I insist that you write back to me with all the details.
On another subject though, I must admit that I have an ulterior reason for writing to you today. It has come to my recent attention that you are, in fact, still a single and very eligible male, for whatever reason. So I have a proposition for you, I invite you to come and stay with me at my castle for two weeks so you can get to know my youngest daughter, Princess Risa Harada. She has recently turned 16 and is not yet betrothed to anyone. I wish to marry her off to a fine young gentlemen who is well off so that she may live comfortably. What I am saying is that I am offering her hand in marriage to you, so that you both may live comfortably.
I hope to hear back from you,
King Alfred V
Heart pounding, Krad gently placed the letter down and focused on his food. This had to be untrue. The letter had to be fake. There could be no way that the King really wanted to marry his daughter. The only time that he and the King had ever spoken was when he was made a Lord. That had been years ago… so what was it now that made the King think that he was going to be a perfect husband? There had to be something behind all of this.
A sudden thought came to mind, a whisper from the night before… a vague memory that came to mind, making Krad blush a bright red. It seemed so distant though, as if it happened a long time ago instead of the night before. No, Krad thought as he shook his head, he shouldn't think of such things. The King's proposal was something that he couldn't just ignore because of something Dark said; and even though it made his heart drum inside of his chest every time he thought of it, he had to ignore what happened last night and continue with his life.
Krad stood up, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. He picked up the letter and walked over his desk and after pulling out the chair, sat down. He grabbed a piece of parchment, a quill and a pot of ink. He dipped the quill into the ink and stared at the parchment, thinking of what to write. What was he meant to write to the King?
Krad spent several minutes just staring at the parchment, figuring out what to write. After several deep breaths and clearing his mind, Krad started writing the letter. His fine, cursive script filled the parchment as he wrote his reply to the King. Once he was done, Krad placed the quill down and reread through the letter.
Dear King Alfred V,
Thank you for your congratulations on my capture of The Phantom Thief Dark. I assure you though, it wasn't as spectacular as you make it out to be. I would be more than honoured to tell you all about my capture of the Thief though, but instead of me writing to tell you about the capture, I would like to take you up on your offer so I can tell you in person.
I will arrive at your castle in precisely one week, on the Monday. I will be bringing one of my personal servants along with me, of course. I am not accepting your offer to take your daughter's hand in marriage just yet though. In the two weeks that I will be staying with you, I will get to know your daughter and then decide whether I will marry her or not.
I am looking forward to staying with you and getting to know your daughter.
Yours truly,
Lord Krad Hikari
Krad stood up and walked around the room, his thoughts dwelling on the letter and his response. Questions swirled in his mind, as he thought of the letter and his response. He felt guilty. Accepting the offer of his King shouldn't make him feel as if he was doing something wrong, but it did. Why, though, was what was plaguing him the most.
The door opened suddenly interrupting Krad from his thoughts. Dark stood awkwardly in the doorway, obviously unsure of if he should come in or not. A sigh and Krad strided back over to his desk. "Yes Dark you may come in," the blonde said. "Although next time, please remember to knock."
"Sorry, Master," Dark spat out. He walked into the room and over to Krad, snatching his letter out of the blonde's hand. As he read through the contents, a frown appeared on his face. "What is this?" he said, shoving it in Krad's face.
Krad snatched it back, folded it and put it in a nearby envelope. "It's none of your business," Krad said, pink bursting in his cheeks, "but if you must know, I got an invitation from the King to stay at his castle for two weeks. I was going to tell you since you'll be coming with me."
"Me?" Dark said, shocked. "Why would you take me?"
"Because I can't let you out of my sight," Krad said. "If I don't take you with me then I can't guarantee that you'll stick to our agreement."
"Oh," Dark murmured, "but that's not the point! What's this about accepting the King's daughter's hand in marriage?"
Krad pushed Dark as he walked over to his wardrobe. He opened it and pulled out a shirt, a pair of pants and a jacket. Instead of answering Dark, he instead pulled off his nightshirt throwing it on his bed. He slipped on his shirt, quickly buttoning it up.
"Don't just ignore me!" Dark yelled. He grabbed Krad's shoulder and forced him to turn around. "Have you forgotten what I said already?"
"Don't pretend that you actually meant what you said!" Krad retorted. "I know that you only said it to try and distract me!"
"I meant it! I really do love you! And I am not just going to let you say yes to marrying some bitch that you don't even know!"
Krad took a step back from Dark, breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. He looked into Dark's violet eyes and said in a low voice, "That 'bitch' is the daughter of your King. She is probably more civil, kind and proper than you ever will be; and she will be the one that I marry. You and your fake confession are not going to stop me. I know that you don't really feel like that, so don't try and lie to me."
Dark didn't respond to Krad. He just stared at him, not believing what he was hearing. How could Krad think like that? How could he believe that he didn't really care about him? Didn't he realize that all those times he had come round to his mansion, for dinner or just for company was because he loved him? What about that night, a few weeks ago? Didn't that mean anything to him?
"You have a fitting in an hour," Dark said, trying to keep his voice as even and calm as possible.
Krad nodded, turned around and continued to change his clothes. He closed his eyes, feeling tears well up in them, for reasons unknown to him and tried to calm himself down. He couldn't let what Dark said get to him.
"Of course, please tell them that I will need some more new outfits since I will be visiting the King in a week," Krad said, wiping his eyes. "You will accompany me, so I can keep an eye on you."
"Yes, Master," Dark whispered before he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Slytherin – Fanatic 911: I hope you all enjoyed this wonderful little chapter! I am sorry that it isn't a bit longer but I felt that where I ended it is appropriate. Don't despair too much though, the next chapter shall be up at the end of November!
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