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AN: u.u; No reviews, but I'm doing this for D-chan. All. For. D-chan! Wai! So here goes nothing!
Oh! Almost forgot... ::cough:: Yes, Hiido is Hiead. I just... like using his Japanese name.
::Nightmare 3::
Yamagi and Force returned to the Prince's quarters to sort through his clean clothes and put them away. Yamagi sighed in frustration as he folded up a pair of pants. Roose hadn't been around all day long, save the morning walk. Where could he have gone? It was a rare occasion that he and Yamagi were separated for long. But perhaps now that Roose was getting older, he needed to learn the more kingly responsibilities rather than to run around the palace all day with Yamagi.
Yamagi assured himself that the duties of a future king came first, and, indeed they did. Soon, Roose wouldn't even have time for him anymore, and if Yamagi hadn't wanted to keep his tough servant attitude up, the very though tried to force tears to his eyes.
But a familiar voice rang in through about the room. Causing the brothers to start and turn around. "Yamagi-kun!"
"R-Roose?" Yamagi blinked, immediately regretting his actions. Of Course it was Roose! Who else would it be anyway? The only people allowed in the prince's room were Yamagi and Force, the prince himself and other members of the Royal Family. Roose's father never came in the prince's room and his older sister was rarely to be seen.
"Of course it's me!" Roose smiled widely.
Force, who knew exactly when to leave and when it really was inappropriate for him to stay, bowed to acknowledge Roose. "I will finish the laundry later, my Prince." Roose nodded to him as he left quietly out the door.
"Yamagi-kun, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Roose jumped onto his bed, messing up the bedspread that Force had fixed.
Yamagi's eyes widened. "You were?"
Roose smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I have to talk to you about... something important."
Yamagi growled. If it was something important, that usually meant something bad. And right now, that something bad would have something to do with Wrecka. She was the cause of all the emotional pain going on in the castle. "Is it about Wrecka?"
Roose paused for a moment obviously thinking. That wasn't a good sign. "Well..."
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Yamagi's outburst didn't really surprise him, he tended to do that occasionally, and was known for it. He held his hands over his ears closing his eyes tight.
Roose looked somewhat hurt, and stood up, pulling Yamagi's hands from his ears. "Please just listen."
"It's about Wrecka. I don't want to hear anything about it." Yamagi said quickly and turned it head away from Roose's kind eyes. If he dared to even look in them, he knew he would succumb to what the prince had to say.
"Yamagi-kun..." Came his signature whine.
Yamagi sighed, turning his head slowly. If Roose wanted to tell him something so badly, then it was his right to listen anyway, however bad of news it might be. Yet, whenever he turned his head to meet Roose's eyes, Roose was a lot closer than he had anticipated. The next thing he knew was that his lips were connected to Roose's.
For the sake of not falling over, Yamagi reached up to grab a hold of Roose's upper arms. But only a moment later, the two had broken apart from their very chaste first kiss. Roose was blushing uncontrollably and appearing to be quite interested with his feet.
The shorter boy opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air as he tried to communicate. Inside his mind, one million and two things were floating about, swimming and trying to find their surface. Roose had just... he'd kissed him. Hadn't he? Yamagi removed one hand from Roose's arm and placed a finger to his lips, half filled with joy and the other still with surprise. They were warm and had an odd tingle to them. So it wasn't a dream after all.
"I'm... I'm sorry Yamagi-kun." Roose fiddled with his hands a bit, still blushing. So, he was the first to actually speak.
Yamagi squeaked for a moment, but was finally able to find his voice after clearing his throat. He hastily changed the subject. "It... um, so Roose." the prince's green eyes rose from the ground to meet his. "What did you... want to tell me?"
Roose's eyes shifted to Yamagi's other hand, which still rested on his upper arm. "It was um, nothing Yamagi-kun."
Suddenly breaking from his surprised trance, Yamagi blinked. "Nothing? Just a moment ago you seemed intent on telling me something."
Roose's eyes didn't move. "I changed my mind."
Yamagi's hands dropped to his sides in exasperation and he found himself busy in finishing the job of folding and putting away the laundry that Force had left. Roose still stood beside him, apparently battling something in his mind.
Then, "Iloveyou."
"What?"
Yamagi's attention was caught. Roose had said it so quickly that Yamagi could only guess what the prince had said. And his guess couldn't have been right, because how could a prince love someone like him?
The silence that followed was interrupted by Roose's sudden outburst of tears. His once happy face scrunched up and he hid it in his hands, his sobs breaking through, though muffled.
Concerned, Yamagi knelt down beside the crying prince, placing a calm and tentative arm around his shoulders, coaxing him. "Hey, it's alright. I... I didn't hear what you said." he did feel a little odd, comforting the Prince of a Nation, him being a servant as he was. But Roose caved into him.
"Oh Yamagi-kun, it's true!"
"Wh--"
Roose looked up at the purple haired boy with his tear stained eyes. "I love you. I have loved you since I can remember..." He paused for a moment before bursting into tears again. "I'm sorry!"
Yamagi only smiled softly, and held the crying Roose close to him and patted his head gently. "Hey, there's no need to be sorry." This was followed, of course, by a little sniffle from Roose. "I'm here for you, because... I- I love you too."
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"Aw, I think it's sweet!" Hiido grinned.
"Let me see!" Clay tried standing on his tiptoes to get a peek through the tiny hole that Hiido had so graciously carved into the wall of Roose's room. Though, how he did it, when, and why he wasn't detected during the process was beyond Clay, he still wanted to get a peek.
They were in a broom closet that was on the right side of Roose's suite. Surrounding them were blankets and pillows and any other type of linen that was used in Roose's room. Clay gave up and sat in the pile of curtains, cross-legged.
"No, I want to see this." Hiido smirked. "But I'll describe it to you..."
Clay didn't say anything, but Hiido continued anyway. "The wimpy Prince is done crying, finally. I... can't hear what they're saying though, but they're talking and... oh, I need a better view."
"What are they doing?" Clay asked.
Hiido turned around. "Kissing."
"Oh."
Hiido went back to his peeping Tom while Clay sat and listened to both what Hiido was saying and if anyone was coming this way. "Yeah, they're still at it, but Yamagi doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself. Roose doesn't mind... and... and..."
"...and what?"
Hiido turned around once more, flashing that smirk. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Shut up." Clay folded his arms.
Hiido pulled a curtain down over the peephole and hopped down from his perch and shook his head at Clay momentarily. "You're such a pervert Clay."
"Me?" Clay tried standing up, but Hiido had a firm grasp on his head and forced him back down. "Hiido what are you doing...?"
Hiido didn't answer right away, instead he leaned over, very close to Clay's face, causing the sandy haired boy to move back a little. After their faces were millimeters from touching, Hiido just smirked. "I'm making you feel uncomfortable."
And with just that, he stood up and opened the closet door. Clay scrambled out into the light and Hiido followed suit. Clay growled mentally. Hiido was so hard to figure out. Yet....
The sandy haired servant rushed down the hallway to catch up with Hiido who was already halfway down it. They were heading back to the laundry room. When Clay caught up to the silver haired boy, the said smirked once more before adding, "We have a job to do, remember?"
--
An elegant carriage arrived in front of the palace at approximately 3:00 that afternoon. Wrecka, dressed in beautiful garments had stepped out with her personal slave, Yoshino. Gareas, the captian of the Guard, was there to greet her.
"Please, you Highness. The King and Prince Roose await you." he bowed.
Wrecka smiled her innocent grin. The one she had been practicing so hard to work on. And stepped on up inside the palace. He grunted and tsked at minor details that appeared not to have been up to her standards. When in reality, this palace was far grander than anything she might have been introduced to.
The King and his son were sittin on their thrones, and the prince was fidgeting. Wrecka smiled mentally. That was Roose? He was adorable! She would definately have fun with him.
Stepping up to the front of the room, Wrecka bowed. "Greeting, You Highness. I am Wrecka-hime of Ingrid."
King Crowe smiled. "Welcome. We are very glad to have you here. Wrecka- hime, I would love for you to meet my son and heir to thr throne, Prince Roose." He gestured to his green haired son in the corner.
Hesitantly Roose stood up and bowed rather stiffly. It was quite obvious that he didn't want to be here and Wrecka felt the least bit hurt. Why should anyone not want to see her? It was bad enough her father was glad to get her away from the palace to stay here. But instead, Wrecka flashed that fake smile.
"Hello, Prince Roose."
"H-Hello."
Wrecka giggled. "You can just call me Wrecka. I think we can become great friends!"
That appeared to have lightened Roose up a little bit and he smiled. Wrecka sighed mentally. The worst was over. "Alright, Wrecka-chan!" He'd replied. Wrecka's mental grin grew wider. This would be so much fun.
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Ummm right. u.u
Aracd: I'm not in this one! How come I'm not in it?
Because I decided I don't like you with Force anymore... I like you with... OH! IDEA! XD.... Sidefic time... R&R
AN: u.u; No reviews, but I'm doing this for D-chan. All. For. D-chan! Wai! So here goes nothing!
Oh! Almost forgot... ::cough:: Yes, Hiido is Hiead. I just... like using his Japanese name.
::Nightmare 3::
Yamagi and Force returned to the Prince's quarters to sort through his clean clothes and put them away. Yamagi sighed in frustration as he folded up a pair of pants. Roose hadn't been around all day long, save the morning walk. Where could he have gone? It was a rare occasion that he and Yamagi were separated for long. But perhaps now that Roose was getting older, he needed to learn the more kingly responsibilities rather than to run around the palace all day with Yamagi.
Yamagi assured himself that the duties of a future king came first, and, indeed they did. Soon, Roose wouldn't even have time for him anymore, and if Yamagi hadn't wanted to keep his tough servant attitude up, the very though tried to force tears to his eyes.
But a familiar voice rang in through about the room. Causing the brothers to start and turn around. "Yamagi-kun!"
"R-Roose?" Yamagi blinked, immediately regretting his actions. Of Course it was Roose! Who else would it be anyway? The only people allowed in the prince's room were Yamagi and Force, the prince himself and other members of the Royal Family. Roose's father never came in the prince's room and his older sister was rarely to be seen.
"Of course it's me!" Roose smiled widely.
Force, who knew exactly when to leave and when it really was inappropriate for him to stay, bowed to acknowledge Roose. "I will finish the laundry later, my Prince." Roose nodded to him as he left quietly out the door.
"Yamagi-kun, I've been looking for you everywhere!" Roose jumped onto his bed, messing up the bedspread that Force had fixed.
Yamagi's eyes widened. "You were?"
Roose smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I have to talk to you about... something important."
Yamagi growled. If it was something important, that usually meant something bad. And right now, that something bad would have something to do with Wrecka. She was the cause of all the emotional pain going on in the castle. "Is it about Wrecka?"
Roose paused for a moment obviously thinking. That wasn't a good sign. "Well..."
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Yamagi's outburst didn't really surprise him, he tended to do that occasionally, and was known for it. He held his hands over his ears closing his eyes tight.
Roose looked somewhat hurt, and stood up, pulling Yamagi's hands from his ears. "Please just listen."
"It's about Wrecka. I don't want to hear anything about it." Yamagi said quickly and turned it head away from Roose's kind eyes. If he dared to even look in them, he knew he would succumb to what the prince had to say.
"Yamagi-kun..." Came his signature whine.
Yamagi sighed, turning his head slowly. If Roose wanted to tell him something so badly, then it was his right to listen anyway, however bad of news it might be. Yet, whenever he turned his head to meet Roose's eyes, Roose was a lot closer than he had anticipated. The next thing he knew was that his lips were connected to Roose's.
For the sake of not falling over, Yamagi reached up to grab a hold of Roose's upper arms. But only a moment later, the two had broken apart from their very chaste first kiss. Roose was blushing uncontrollably and appearing to be quite interested with his feet.
The shorter boy opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. He looked like a fish out of water, gasping for air as he tried to communicate. Inside his mind, one million and two things were floating about, swimming and trying to find their surface. Roose had just... he'd kissed him. Hadn't he? Yamagi removed one hand from Roose's arm and placed a finger to his lips, half filled with joy and the other still with surprise. They were warm and had an odd tingle to them. So it wasn't a dream after all.
"I'm... I'm sorry Yamagi-kun." Roose fiddled with his hands a bit, still blushing. So, he was the first to actually speak.
Yamagi squeaked for a moment, but was finally able to find his voice after clearing his throat. He hastily changed the subject. "It... um, so Roose." the prince's green eyes rose from the ground to meet his. "What did you... want to tell me?"
Roose's eyes shifted to Yamagi's other hand, which still rested on his upper arm. "It was um, nothing Yamagi-kun."
Suddenly breaking from his surprised trance, Yamagi blinked. "Nothing? Just a moment ago you seemed intent on telling me something."
Roose's eyes didn't move. "I changed my mind."
Yamagi's hands dropped to his sides in exasperation and he found himself busy in finishing the job of folding and putting away the laundry that Force had left. Roose still stood beside him, apparently battling something in his mind.
Then, "Iloveyou."
"What?"
Yamagi's attention was caught. Roose had said it so quickly that Yamagi could only guess what the prince had said. And his guess couldn't have been right, because how could a prince love someone like him?
The silence that followed was interrupted by Roose's sudden outburst of tears. His once happy face scrunched up and he hid it in his hands, his sobs breaking through, though muffled.
Concerned, Yamagi knelt down beside the crying prince, placing a calm and tentative arm around his shoulders, coaxing him. "Hey, it's alright. I... I didn't hear what you said." he did feel a little odd, comforting the Prince of a Nation, him being a servant as he was. But Roose caved into him.
"Oh Yamagi-kun, it's true!"
"Wh--"
Roose looked up at the purple haired boy with his tear stained eyes. "I love you. I have loved you since I can remember..." He paused for a moment before bursting into tears again. "I'm sorry!"
Yamagi only smiled softly, and held the crying Roose close to him and patted his head gently. "Hey, there's no need to be sorry." This was followed, of course, by a little sniffle from Roose. "I'm here for you, because... I- I love you too."
--
"Aw, I think it's sweet!" Hiido grinned.
"Let me see!" Clay tried standing on his tiptoes to get a peek through the tiny hole that Hiido had so graciously carved into the wall of Roose's room. Though, how he did it, when, and why he wasn't detected during the process was beyond Clay, he still wanted to get a peek.
They were in a broom closet that was on the right side of Roose's suite. Surrounding them were blankets and pillows and any other type of linen that was used in Roose's room. Clay gave up and sat in the pile of curtains, cross-legged.
"No, I want to see this." Hiido smirked. "But I'll describe it to you..."
Clay didn't say anything, but Hiido continued anyway. "The wimpy Prince is done crying, finally. I... can't hear what they're saying though, but they're talking and... oh, I need a better view."
"What are they doing?" Clay asked.
Hiido turned around. "Kissing."
"Oh."
Hiido went back to his peeping Tom while Clay sat and listened to both what Hiido was saying and if anyone was coming this way. "Yeah, they're still at it, but Yamagi doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself. Roose doesn't mind... and... and..."
"...and what?"
Hiido turned around once more, flashing that smirk. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Shut up." Clay folded his arms.
Hiido pulled a curtain down over the peephole and hopped down from his perch and shook his head at Clay momentarily. "You're such a pervert Clay."
"Me?" Clay tried standing up, but Hiido had a firm grasp on his head and forced him back down. "Hiido what are you doing...?"
Hiido didn't answer right away, instead he leaned over, very close to Clay's face, causing the sandy haired boy to move back a little. After their faces were millimeters from touching, Hiido just smirked. "I'm making you feel uncomfortable."
And with just that, he stood up and opened the closet door. Clay scrambled out into the light and Hiido followed suit. Clay growled mentally. Hiido was so hard to figure out. Yet....
The sandy haired servant rushed down the hallway to catch up with Hiido who was already halfway down it. They were heading back to the laundry room. When Clay caught up to the silver haired boy, the said smirked once more before adding, "We have a job to do, remember?"
--
An elegant carriage arrived in front of the palace at approximately 3:00 that afternoon. Wrecka, dressed in beautiful garments had stepped out with her personal slave, Yoshino. Gareas, the captian of the Guard, was there to greet her.
"Please, you Highness. The King and Prince Roose await you." he bowed.
Wrecka smiled her innocent grin. The one she had been practicing so hard to work on. And stepped on up inside the palace. He grunted and tsked at minor details that appeared not to have been up to her standards. When in reality, this palace was far grander than anything she might have been introduced to.
The King and his son were sittin on their thrones, and the prince was fidgeting. Wrecka smiled mentally. That was Roose? He was adorable! She would definately have fun with him.
Stepping up to the front of the room, Wrecka bowed. "Greeting, You Highness. I am Wrecka-hime of Ingrid."
King Crowe smiled. "Welcome. We are very glad to have you here. Wrecka- hime, I would love for you to meet my son and heir to thr throne, Prince Roose." He gestured to his green haired son in the corner.
Hesitantly Roose stood up and bowed rather stiffly. It was quite obvious that he didn't want to be here and Wrecka felt the least bit hurt. Why should anyone not want to see her? It was bad enough her father was glad to get her away from the palace to stay here. But instead, Wrecka flashed that fake smile.
"Hello, Prince Roose."
"H-Hello."
Wrecka giggled. "You can just call me Wrecka. I think we can become great friends!"
That appeared to have lightened Roose up a little bit and he smiled. Wrecka sighed mentally. The worst was over. "Alright, Wrecka-chan!" He'd replied. Wrecka's mental grin grew wider. This would be so much fun.
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Ummm right. u.u
Aracd: I'm not in this one! How come I'm not in it?
Because I decided I don't like you with Force anymore... I like you with... OH! IDEA! XD.... Sidefic time... R&R