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Problematic Fantasy

"Do you need help sire?" Takada asked gently watching with clouded eyes as the king of the lands walked with poise and importance to his desired seat before turning to look towards her. She straightened slightly wondering if this had been the moment that she had awaited for so long. The moment that the king would finally admit his feeling for her and tell her of his plan to get rid of that other woman he called a queen, that loud, arrogant whore. Somehow his gaze today was slightly different and it gave her a hopeful outlook on the few moments to come. He had summoned her after all. She continued to watch his gaze before dropping down on one knee and bowing, "Excuse me for my arrogance my lord, I should have known better."

He nodded slowly taking his commanding seat before his attendant moved forward a piece of parchment in his hands. "Woman, the king wishes to know if the young man that was delivered to you last night has been treated and given his assignment as asked of you." The mans dark gaze shifted slightly towards the king who nodded slowly. "It is the kings wish that he is treated with kindness and not as a normal attendant. Do not allow the prince to be too hard on him." He ran his eyes up from the parchment before locking on the woman awaiting her response.

Her nose wrinkled slightly at her distaste for the dark haired man in front of her. Mikami, such a useless kiss up. It had been him from the very beginning that had stood between her and the seat of queen. Of course they had severe distaste for one and another, both searching desperately for the acknowledgement of the king and doing their best to keep the other out of their way. It was times such as this that her sentiment for the man lessened by the second, "Of course. As soon as he woke I was able to inform him of his new duties. His old clothing was of course burned and he has been properly dressed. I believe that at this time he has assumed his duties under the care of the Prince Mello."

Mikami frowned slightly before an eyebrow raised, "You believe? Believed in which you haven't done your proper duties in checking in on the boys?" He questioned watching in glee as her eyes widened slightly. He opened his mouth to speak before the king cleared his throat. "My king?"

The man leaned forward slightly observing the two before sighing. "Miss Takada, I've given you a very special job watching over that boy. It is your duty to keep an eye on him and make sure that he does not do anything harmful towards himself or my son. If there are any problems send him directly to me. There will be no need to have anyone else punish him, I'll do as I please." A gentle smile spread over his lips before he leaned back again. "As for you, if I find that you are neglecting your duties in anyway your position as head maid in my home shall be revoked and your will return to your original home on the streets. Do I make myself clear?' He questioned as the woman nodded slowly. "Mikami, I expect for you to begin daily reviews of this woman and if so fit report anything awry to me."

He nodded slowly bowing deeply, "If you wish so my lord." He glanced to the side towards Takada before smirking. "Shall I dismiss her?" He questioned as the King nodded. "As you wish. Miss Takada your meeting with the King is over at this time. You have been given your assignment to watch over the boy and do your usual duties in this home. I will see you tomorrow for your review. At this time you are dismissed."

She stood slowly at a bow before heading out of the main chamber listening to the clanging of the doors shut by the guards behind her. The dark look settled on her features as she sighed slightly heading down the corridors. If Mikami wanted to play this dark little game with the King and the boy that was perfectly fine with her. She would have her crown, and her king and the boy would be the key of it all. Now all she had to do was go check upon him.

"Milord. This isn't normal, I do not wish to change clothes." Matt frowned keeping his arms folded over his chest. It was bad enough that the man had stripped him of his clothing and of his given identity but now he wanted him to wear that. It was designed and made for a maid and even at this moment he was unsure how the prince had gotten a hold of such an outfit. "I won't wear it, it's just not...reasonable." He looked down at his nearly naked body a slight flush on his face.

The man was reclined on the flush, white bed with his legs crossed before turning over. He looked slightly annoyed before sitting up, "I'm telling you that you need to put it on. You're my attendant, it's the same thing as being my maid almost. I tell you what to do and you do. When I say jump you say how high." He smirked slightly, "Besides do you know how hard it was to figure out your correct size for this uniform?' He questioned picking it up and throwing it at the man. "That look on your face, it's unpleasing, get rid of it."

Matt looked down watching the dress crumple at his heels before making his face slack of emotions. "Then what is it that you want Milord?" He questioned his hand tightening slightly into a fist. He watched the smirk grow nearly to the size that of a Cheshire cat as the man began to slink forward to the edge of the bed. "It's unreasonable. My job does not have anything to do with this."

Mello smirked, "Firstly, I told you to call me Master, not Milord. This isn't the slums any longer, you are in the imperial palace, it's here that you work for your keep. All I have to do is go to my mother and you'll be out of here and dead faster than you believe. You see, my mother and I are allowing you here. You're simply buying your time as of now because when we say we want you gone...you'll be gone. What's my father to say? You're nothing but an attendant here, even if you are his favourite. As he has you, I'm sure he can have another." He pointed again, "Now slave, do as I tell you to and put the dress on." He snapped before folding his fingers together. "Unless of course you want to show me the naughty side that you show my father and you want me to dress you?" He questioned moving to stand.

Mello quickly crossed the distance sliding his arms around Matt and pulling him closer. Their gaze met only for a few seconds and in that time Matt could see everything that was wrong with this man. Jealously, anger, betrayal and lack of love. Was that why he was treating him this way, not because he wanted to show the man how much he hated him but as a way to get back as his father for making the life of his mother and himself a living hell. Even so he wasn't sure what this truly had to do with him.

"W-Why would you say such a thing. No such side of me exists. What you see is what you get." He replied tersely stepping away from the man quickly. "Please sir, as royal as you are you are not above that of normal standards. What you are attempting to make me do goes against the laws of nature and frankly it's rude." He wasn't sure when or how he summed up this type of courage but it was work, Mello looked taken aback. "I will not stand for it...please give me my clothes back and-"

"We'll do it the hard way then." He growled snatching the boy by his burgundy tresses dragging him towards the bed before letting go. He allowed the fight the man was putting up to do him in watching as he fell backwards onto the plush bed. Mello smirked moving back to pick up the dress before scaling Matt's body, slipping his legs in first and moving upward. His blond tresses treaded over Matt's pale chest before he glanced up, "Put your arms up. Do it." He snapped as Matt raised his hands.

It only took a few more seconds before Mello was zipping it up in the back and turning him over to get a decent look at his form. He smirked slightly looking the boy over before running his fingers over his face. He had to admit, if Matt wasn't a boy he might actually have a chance with him but that was such an unorthodox thought that he instantly slipped it away into another part of his mind. He took his time examining every part of the dress to make sure that it fit him perfect before sitting back completely pleased with himself. The boy looked so cute, now all he needed was a feather duster and maybe a whip. He frowned then, Matt was placing these dirty thoughts into his mind. This must be what had gotten to his father, how unsavory.

A gentle knock at his door nearly made him jump before he glanced at the red head blankly. When the boy didn't move he gestured to the door, "You are to answer it and greet whoever it is. You should have been taught your duties before they even thought about bringing you to me." He folded him arms almost pouting. "Hurry now, I would hate for it to be someone important."

Matt flushed, "Please, give me my clothing back! This is-is embarrassing!" He cried before Mello shoved him off the bed. "Please P-Prince...Master give me my clothing and then I'll answer the door."

Mello growled, "No, go answer the fucking door." He shoved the boy watching him trip several times before opening the door as a deep bow. His face went from that of anger to sereneness in seconds. "Mother?" He questioned gently moving to stand once again. "What do I owe such a startling visit?" He questioned looking over the young woman several times. She wasn't one of his favourite people but she was someone he sympathized with.

She glanced around the bedroom before her gaze stopped on Matt, "I thought your father told you to stay away from the maids. You know how they talk and if it were to get out that you were sleeping with another one-" She stopped tapping Matt on his shoulder. "You may rise girl."

Matt lifted slowly still shaking slightly as he watched the two of them together. In a way Mello looked just like his mother, blond hair, blue eyes, similar hair. He opened his mouth, "My Lady I am not a female. I am a Male." He said gently stepping back to bow once again. "I was placed into this outfit by that of the Prince though he would not bring it to my attention why. For whatever sick purpose this is for I apologize, I didn't want you to feel as if I were deceiving you." He came up from his bow but still didn't look the woman in the face.

She was silent for several seconds before chuckling a fan over her mouth. "I see, is he the one Mello?" She questioned as Mello nodded slowly. "And these words, the ones that he speaks. Was it really you that forced him, a boy, into this monstrosity?" She wanted to know looking at her son intently before he shook his head slowly. Matt's eyes widened.

"When he came back into his room I was there to greet him. Instantly he had a dirty look on his face and told me that there was something that he wished to show me. I had no idea that it was something such as this. It's simply disgusting, he was even attempting to use that form to cohort me into doing something dirty. I would like to tell him at this time that such things are unacceptable and that I am an excellent Catholic!" He straightened slightly looking over at the dumbfounded boy.

The woman bristled, "Is there anything you would like to say for yourself boy?" She growled, the ran removed from her face now. The rest of her was covered except the bangs that fell elegantly on her forehead. "Well?"

Matt looked at Mello his eyes wide, "I would never! He's lying!" He cried stepping back a surge of pain running through his left cheek. The woman had slapped him. He had screwed up this badly already and it was all the Prince's fault.

Her blue eyes were wide as she watched the boy, "How dare you say such untruthful things towards my son. As if anyone would believe a whore such as yourself over him. I know who you are. What you've done to my family. What you've done to my name. Wherever I go you are whispered of...and now I have to hear it in my own home because you are brought here. I refuse to allow you to take away the accountability of my son you harem!"

"My queen!" The voice broke though the tension though the room sending a stream of relief though Matt's very core. "What is the problem here?" She questioned looking throughout the room before her gaze rested on Matt. "Those are not the clothing that I gave you. I left you alone for only an hour and allowed you to introduce yourself to the prince and this happens. Mail, here you will be punished for the wrong things that you do. What have you done boy?" She glanced towards the queen, willing her face to stay calm. How she hated the woman so.

Mail whimpered, his face red not only from the mark the queen had made but also from his own embarrassment coursing thorough his form. "Miss Takada I allowed the rules of my old home to get the best of me. When I was caught by the queen I lied upon the prince and for that I apologize. I will take the punishment I deserve Miss."

She nodded slowly taking Matt by the hand removing him from the room. "My queen, Prince Mello, I apologize for anything wrong he has done. It shall not happen again." She bowed deeply shutting the door gently behind herself before turning back to the boy in the maids uniform. "How did you acquire such a garment? Where did you get it?" She snapped snatching him by his arm and pulling him forward. She had no other choice, the queen knew and so did the prince. She had to take the boy to the king.

Matt shrugged, "I do not know. I found it." He replied softly allowing the woman to shove him forward. "Where am I being taken to Miss?" He questioned. "Am I not allowed to change?"

She shook her head, "You put it on and thus you will keep it on. Silence you petty, petty boy." She growled, he was causing problems for her. Somehow she knew nothing good could come from this. "I am to take you to the king, by his own orders he will see you if you get in trouble. You have gotten in trouble and he shall see you." She stood him in front of the large double doors before knocking.

Inside the guards stiffened glancing around towards the door before they were given the signal to open the double doors. They did as they were told before resuming their posts.

The king stood, Mikami close by before he smirked. "Miss Takada?" He questioned aloud.

She breathed in deeply shoving Mail down on his knees doing the same. "You said to bring him to you if he were to get into any trouble." She called listening to her voice echo throughout the hall. "I am sorry to bother you sir but I had to bring his as your wishes."

Mikami sighed slightly, "And just what has he done in two hours to get himself into any trouble?"

She tightened her fist at the sound of his voice, "He back talked the queen and challenged the Princes morals with this...garment that a male is not to wear." She kept her head down as the chamber filled with silence. "Shall I take him elsewhere for his punishment sir?"

Mikami opened his mouth to speak but was cut off quickly. "I'll take care of him." The king replied simply. "Clear the chamber, leave me alone with him." He reclined, "As I have said it shall be." He frowned.

"But sir?" Mikami cried.

"As I have said it shall me. You are nothing but an attendant Mikami do not attempt to place yourself elsewhere. Clear the chamber." He cried as the man bowed shuffling everyone out of the double doors including the guards. They were now to guard from the outside.

Matt quivered as the door shut behind him leaving him alone with the king. He glanced up watching the man gesture to his lap where Matt was to sit. The boy stood moving upward towards the throne where he took a seat. He ran his fingers through the others hair. "Master." He breathed gently watching the man play with the simple fabric.

The king nodded, "It seems like you couldn't wait for me to get away and come to you." He smiled softly, "But now...you must be punished."

[Well, this chapter ended up being long as hell. I hope you enjoy it! Please review...I'm sorry Near but I'm begging again. Well in the next chapter there will be punishment and the King and Queen will get their names if you haven't figured out who they are yet.]