DISCLAIMER I DO NOT OWN BROTHERS CONFLICT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM

"Let's get you and your brothers into the building and away from this mob!" Dean Shouder said as another staff memeber open the door for Ema and her party and hurried her inside.

"Thank you," said Ema as she hurried inside and saw the interior design of the administration building. It was quiet grand with a marble floors, a long red carpets with several godlen flower pots all along it, each with its own unique bouquet.

To her left Ema could see a proud picture of her grandfather in his full kingly attire.

"What a lovely building," Ema complemented as she walked down the carpet

"Yes, first impressions are everything," said Dean Shrouder.

"Got enough flowers?" Futo muttered.

"Shut-up! It's the backbone of the economy," Yusuke snapped through his gritted teeth.

"Whatever," said Futo.

Ema meanwhile stopped and took a closer a one of the bouquet.

"Are these done by some of the students here?" she asked, taking a quick wiff.

"Oh yes, every month, students are allowed to present a slef-made bouquet to the administration to display here," Dean Shrouder explained as he continued to lead Ema along. "Now this particular building is one of the older buildings here on campus, being built around WW1...,"

"Oh god this is going to take be so long and boring isn't it?" Futo muttered as he looked around, "hey what happened to the other girl that came with us? What's her name?"

"Jane?" Ami said, "most likely she had to get to class. She is a student here after all."

"Hmm," Futo said before leaning closer to Ami, "how can we get away from here?"

"Uh, well," Ami sputtered looking between the grouo with Ema, and the crowd still gathered outside trying to look in.

"Hang on, I got this," Futo said as he grabbed Ami's arm and made a big deal of moving to the left away from the carpet.

Lots of the crowd outside quickly started to move to the left as well.

"Futo Asahina's heading to the left exit!" a few were heard shouting.

"Master Futo, did you hear?!" Ami said in a panic, only to have Futo make a sharp turn and head out the way he ans Ami had come in through, blending into the crowd themselves. He guided Ami through, until they were able to sneak away from the crowd and head off on their own.

"So, where are we going Master Futo?" Ami asked as she and Futo finally managed to walk on in peace, Futo making sure to put in his sunglasses to hid his appearance.

"I don't know, you're the local, show me around," said Futo as he tugged her along.

"Well, do you think you'd like to see the music wing?" Ami suggested.

"Hmm, I guess," Futo said as it was nothing as kept pulling Ami along.

Natsume walked along the path as instructed, doing his best to dodge a few people who would stop and gawk at him.

I'm becoming a sideshow almost, like Futo!' he thought annoyed. Soon he came across the brick building with the big number 12 on it.

Just as he neared the doors, a man came stumbling out, holding several books and muttering to himself.

"Oh dear me! Oh dear, dear! How could I have forgotten about this lecture! Oh dear too much to do these too much to do and the princess coming and all!"

He brushed past Natsume without even looking at him.

'If he was supposed to be a part of Ema's welcoming committee, he's already late,' Natsume thought as he entered the history hall. He looked at his note of instructions and headed to some of the office doors until he came to ine clearly labled PROFESSOR SMITH.

Natsume knocked at the door which was suddenly yanked open by a pretty young woman who looked annoyed. Something looked familiar.

"What?!" What?! What?!" shs snapped, "did my father forget another lecture?! Forget to to turn in the term papers? Forget to grade them?! WHAT?!"

"Uh, I'm here to see Professor Smith? I'm Natsume Asahina? From the palace?" Natsume said.

"Oh no!" moaned the woman a she walked into office. Natsume poked his head and saw one of the messiest offices he had ever seen with nearly every space covered with piles of books and paper that stretched to the ceiling. In the center was a huge desk with a few dozen book shelves where the woman was busy flipping through several papers.

"I've told dad he needs to be more orginized!" she was saying angry to herself a she dug through the papers.

"Is there a problem?" Natsume asked as he slowly walked into the room.

"Yeah, my dad can't orginize worth shit! Which is so ironic since he's the second leading historian in the country!" the woman muttered.

"You're his daughter?" Natsume asked.

"Yeah, Emily Smith, Professor Terrence Smith's daughter and assistant," the woman explained, as she kept digging through her sheets of papers, "ah, here we go!" She looked at Natsume, seeming to calm down.

"Sorry, Dad has a habbit of over scheduling and double booking himself with so many things. He couldn't remember if he had a lecture today or the meeting with you, so he accidentally booked both at the same time. And do make things worse I think he was supposed to be among the welcoming committee for Princess Emma."

"Ema," Natsume said softly.

"Sorry? Emily asked.

"Her name, the princess's name, is Ema, not Emma," Natsume corrected her.

"Really?" said Emily, thinking about it, "I guess that makes sense, she is from Japan after all. Anyway, Dad left me a few notes to help you in case today was the day you were to come see him. Follow me."

She led him out of the office and down the hallway.

"So, are you a historian as well?" Natsume asked.

"I'm still working on my bachelor's degree, and then hopefully I'll get my doctrine," said Emily, "that's how I'm able to help dad out so much. Trust me he needs it."

"Yes, I'm assuming he was the man I passed on my way in," said Natsume as Emily finally led him into a storm room filled with books.

"Dad had picked out a few books that told some of our folk lord that most citizens would recognize and enjoy in whatever kind of game you may invent," Emily said as she started going around and pulling off different books off the self, placing them in Natsume's hand.

"Thank you for your time with this," said Natsume.

"Not at all, sometimes things like games and books are what keep old time stories alive," said Emily grabbing another book.

"Forgive me, but I can't help but think you look like someone who I've met before," Natsume mentioned as he did his best to balance the books piling up in his hands.

"Is that some lame pick up line or something?" Emily asked a little annoyed.

"No, you serious remind me of someone, I think it was the diplomat that help escort us here from Japan," said Natsume.

"Diplomat?" Emily fished around, "Elizabeth?"

"Yes, that was her name," Natsume concur.

"Oh yeah, she's my half-sister," said Emily.

"Oh I see," said Natsume, "she made it seemed like she didn't have much of a family."

"Well, to be fair, she never got along well with our mother. After her dad left, I guess there was some sort of shift between them that never improved over the years. She kind of ways tried to distance herself and I guess diplomatic work gave her what she really wanted," Emily explained.

"Hmm, I see," said Natsume.

"I envey her a little, having the ability to go off when she wants, not feel tied down," said Emily, anyway," she turned back to her book gathering when she picked up a big thick one with a red cover, "ah this was one of my favorite as a kid! So many amazing stories about knights and princess in it!"

"That could be helpful," said Natsume.

"What kind of game are you hoping to do anyway?" Emily asked as she help lead Natsume out of the storage room, taking a few books back.

"Not sure yet, the king just request I base it on Elence in some way. And if it's successful, I may be able to do some more," Natsume explained.

"Oh, I can think of some who would love a game based out of Elence," said Emily. She stopped just short of her father's office.

"Do you want to actually go to the lounge to loom these over? So we have more room?" she asked.

"Good idea," Natsume agreed, and the two walked down together.

Subaru walked down his own path, eyeing and examining the campus as he passed them.

'I suppose it doesn't seem too different from the campus at home,' he thought. Soon he saw a building that was labled Swim House and figured he was coming among the sports section of the campus. He passed by other buildings and feilds that were obvious for sports players and recreation.

He paused for a moment when he passed by a pasture where he saw a few students riding around on horses, jumping over hurdles and for some reason it made him think of Rose. She did say that she was on the school's riding team.

'If I went to school here, I'd be going to school with her, wouldn't I?' he thought, though he didn't understand why the idea was crossing his mind.

"So is she still here?" he suddenly heard a nearby student asking. He glanced over and saw two boys his age walking past in gym outfits.

"Yeah, I can't imagine she'd leave so quickly," said the other.

"Do you think they'd have to up security if she started to study here? The first was asking.

"Dad said they wasn't too big of chaos when her mother attended," said the second.

"Excuse me?" Subaru spoke up. The two boys looked at him.

"Hey aren't you one of the princess' brothers?" the first asked.

"Yes, um, do you know where the basketball stadium is?" Subaru asked.

"Oh we're heading there ourselves, we'll show you," the first boy offered as they walked down with him.

"So you any good?" the second asked.

"I play on my home team back in Japan," said Subaru.

"You thinking about transferring here to Elence?" the first boy asked.

"Oh I can't say for sure. I know one of my brothers has decided he wants to," said Subaru.

"Is not thay new popular idol is it?" one of the boys asked.

"No, another one," said Subaru.

"Oh, well probably just as well," the boy replied. Subaru merely nodded as the finally came across a big yellow stadium with big windows all around the front with big Venus Flytrap painted on the side.

"What's with the plant?" Subaru asked about the painting.

"Our mascot, we're known as the FlyTraps," said one of his escorts as they showed him the door and led him in. Subaru followed them until they came to the basketball court were a few other boys were already practicing with a coach looking on.

"Come on, come on lets gets some hustle!" the coach shouted before he noticed the group, "James, Elrick, you're late! Get going!"

"Sorry coach," both boys said as they made a mad dash to the locker room doors.

"And who are you?" the coach asked.

"Subaru Asahina," Subaru introduce himself.

"And you are because?" the coach asked, "if you're here for tryouts, they're in the afternoon."

"Oh, I'm not here for that. At least I don't think. I just wanted to see this place while I'm here visiting," said Subaru.

"Wait, are you one of the brothers of the princess or something?" the coach asked.

"Yes,' Subaru said.

"Oh, and you play?" the coach asked.

"Yes, back on my own team in Japan," said Subaru.

"You any good?" the coach kept asking.

"Yes, I'm highly skilled," said Subaru.

"Want to show us a little of what you got?" the coach offered.

"Sure, Subaru agreed as he came down onto the court.

"Stewart," the coach called out. A player immediately threw Subaru a ball. Subaru dribbled it around before going to make a shot.

"Nice," the coach praised, "think you can go up against one of my boys?"

"Uh sure, I'll try," said Subaru.

"Good," said the coach, "Stewart!"

The boy ran up to Subaru and tried to block him. Subaru was able to bounce the ball around him before brushing past and making another basket.

"Hmm, you got some mad skills kid," the coach said as he walked over to Subaru and shook his hand, "what was your name again?"

"Subaru Asahina."

"Names Holly, Pete Holly. And I'd like to say if you'd want to try out for my team, I'd gladly take you," the coach.

"Thank you sir," said Subaru.

"Let me know if you'd like to try out. We may not have had a championship team in few years but who knows, with you on the team we might have one again."

"Was that when Richard was on the team?" Subaru asked.

"Oh yeah, you would know Richard since you're the princess's brother huh?" said coach Holly, "yeah he was our last great star. So, do you think you'd like to consider joing the FlyTraps?"

"I will definitely consider it sir, thank you," said Subaru, "do you mind if I were to walk around the stadium?"

"Not at all, especially if it helps you make up your mind," Coach Holly insisted.

"Thanks again," said Subaru as he walked towards the exit.

"Alright, come on guys, let's get back to work," he heard Holly call out to his players, "no pain no gain! Let's go!"

Subaru walked around the hallways of the arena, stopping to look at some of the trophy cases and framed pictures hung around the walls.

He stopped when he came across a peculiar display case that looked like it was dedicated to Richard himself. A signed basketball, an old sports jacket with Richard's last name on the back, a few team picture, one picture of Richard with his jackey and a medal and some of him playing.

Subaru felt a little impressed with everything shown about Richard as a basketball player.

It gave him an urge to somehow reach such high praise for himself someday, maybe even impress Ema and Rose.

'Wonder if I were to play here if I could really rise high,' he thought. Then he gave off a sigh. 'There I go again, hero worshiping like I did with Natsume.' He walked on his own, still exploring the complex.

"So this is the music building huh? Futo said as he ans Ami came to a red building with some pilars all aligned in the front. "Hmm, interesting, I guess."

"Do you want to head off somewhere else?" Ami offered

"No, we're already here, let's go in," Futo said as he tugged her up the stairs and inside. They could hear music coming from different room, instrumental and vocal as they walked down the hallway.

"Hmm," Futo muttered, not sounding impressed.

"Not what you were thinking?" Ami asked.

"Eh, I guess I'm just too spoiled with my professional recoding studio and crew," said Futo, "I forget how sometimes people don't have the privileges I have."

"Would you like to see the recording room?" Ami suggested.

"Sure why not, I'm sure it'll be quaint," Futo agreed as he let Ami take the lead and followed her down some other hallway. They had only walked a few feet when they saw a man with plaid plants, a takey green jacket, bushy blond hair and sunglasses coming out of a room muttering to himself.

"Stupid spolied rich kids, thinking I'm the cheap way to get them to stardom. No one takes my classes seriously!"

He paused when he noticed the two bystanders in the hallway. He took off his sunglasses and started to gawk.

"Oh my god! Do my eyes deceive me or am I in the presence of the great Futo Asahina?!"

"You are, yes," Futo said a little annoyed.

"Well, what an honor!" said the man as he ran up and shook Futo's hand, Professor Zellman at your service! Formerly President of Buds to Bloom records, semi-retired and now teaching recording here at the university. Though too many of these snot-nose rich babies try using my class as a quick dash to make fancy famous careers for themselves. No one wants to work for what they get!"

"I know that feeling, no work and all play,' said Futo,. "Although I'd love to see your recording studio if I may."

"Come on in, love to have you see it!" said Zellman, gesturing to the door he came out of. Futo and Ami walked in to see a small but decent looking recording recording area.

"Very nice set up," Futo complimented.

"Thank ya, lots of this was paid for all out of my pocket," said Zellman.

"Wow, you're really dedicated to your craft," said Futo, "may I have a go?"

"Oh my god, I'd be honored!" said Zellman. Futo walked out into the recording area and put on some headphones, standing in front of a microphone. He nodded to Zellman who hit the recording swtich. Futo started singing.

"Wow, I knew he was great, but hearing him in person! Awesome!" Zellman sais excited.

"Yeah he is," Ami agreed.

"I take it your his manager?" Zellman asked her.

"No, not exactly," said Ami.

"Oh you're his girlfriend, my bad," said Zellman.

"Oh no, I!" Ami sputtered right as Futo finished singing.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Better than I could have ever imagined!" Zellman called out, "I think your girlfriend agrees!"

"Uh!" Ami tried to deny.

"Good!" Futo however interrupted, "she isn't much of a girlfriend if she didn't."

"Huh?!" Ami shouted out shocked.

"In fact, I've been dying to have a chance to sing with her since we started dating. Would you mind?" Futo continued to ask.

"Not at all," said Zellman, "go on in."

"But," Ami tried to protest. However Zellman was already shoving her into the recording area with Futo.

"Do you know the words to my song, 'Heart broken'?" he asked.

"Uh, kind of," Ami said timidly.

"Here," Futo said as he pulled out his phone and showed her the lyrics.

"Okay," Ami said as she read the lyrics as he and Futo started to sing together. Ami did her best to keep up, only to be caught off guard when Futo stopped singing and looked at her.

"Something wrong?" Ami asked.

"No, the exact opposite. Why didn't you tell me you could sing?" Futo asked.

"Futo, I didn't realize your girlfriend had a talent as well!" Zellman's voice echoed through the room.

"Yes, I thought as much. That's why I'm taking her back to Japan with me to help launch her career," Futo said.

"Wait! What?!" Ami shouted.

Ema was so dazzled from the sights of the university as the dean and hsi staff continued to escort her around.

She took a step to Yusuke and whispered into his ear.

"What do you think?"

"It's nice, in it's own way," Yusuke allowed.

"Could you imagine going here?" Ema asked.

"I couldn't get in, not with my grades," said Yusuke, "what about you?"

"I'd like to, I can't help but feel I'd get closer to my mother and grandfather if I attended here," said Ema.

"Really?" said Yusuke. Inside he could feel himself sighing but out of him came, "then maybe you should transfer out here."

"You think?" Ema asked.

"I do, if it makes you feel nice going here," said Yusuke. He felt Ema squeez his hand.

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Emma! Emma!" the two suddenly heard a familiar voice shout out.

"Hey isn't that one of the prime minister's daughters or something?" Yusuke asked as a familiar looking girl came running at her along with a small group of people.

"Violet?" Ema said right as Violet flung herself at her.

"Oh my god! This is so cool! You being here! Oh my god! My friends and I were so stocked with the idea of you being here!"

"Uh, thanks," said Ema.

"So what did you think?" Violet asked, "amazing, isn't it?"

"Uh yes, I was just telling my brother I may consider coming here," said Ema.

"Oh my god that would so totally be awesome! We could be classmates! How cool is that! Come on, you got to meet some of my friends!" said Violet.

"Uh," Yusuke and Ema both said looking at Richard.

"It's okay, we'll just stand by," Richard allowed.

"Come on! Come on!" Violet insisted as she led Ema and Yusuke over to her friends.

The crowd was quick to gather around the two of them.

"Oh wow, princess you are so cute!"

"Love your hair! What's your secret?!"

"Come on now, don't over crowd her," Yusuke said as he tried pushing a few kids away.

"Yeah, let's go someplace more relaxing and chill," Violet insisted. She led her friends off towards a different building.

Ema turned and saw Richard, Billy and the other two guards following.

"Don't worry princess, the dean said we can continue the tour later whenever you're ready," Richard called out.

Ema nodded as she kept walking with the crowd.

She was a little surprised when one of the boys in the group put his arm around her.

"If you really want a place to chill, I know the perfect spot," he whispered into her ear.

"Uh no thanks, not today," said Ema as she tried to pull away.

"Oh come on," the boy said as he tried pulling her away.

"No, no please!" Ema started to protest. She hoped Richard could aee this and come stop it. Suddenly, a different person grabbed the boy by his arm and flung him back.

"Don't touch the princess!" Yusuke ordered sternly.

"Who are you to go around, telling people who's allowed around the princess?" the boy asked mad.

"I said stay away!" Yusuke insisted getting in between him and Ema.

"Got some nerve!" the boy said as he walked over to try and punch Yusuke, only for Yusuke to duck and instead punch the boy himself.

"Oh you're dead, little man! You're dead!" the boy threatened.

"Oh no, no! No fighting please!" Ema shouted in protest.