A/N: Hello! I am proud to present my new story! I haven't seen any AUs in a long time so I thought I would make one for fun. I'm sorry if things seem to be going slow at the beginning, but it's really... not, eheh ^^;; and since chapters will be rather short, I'll try updating quickly.

Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the idea is my own.

Kyouya

King Ootori Yoshio.

My father.

Admired by everyone in the Southern Kingdom and loved by the people of our nation as well.

I aspired to be like him when I was a child and when I believed that I was to take the throne even though I was the third son of our family.

I looked up to him and I respected him as a King. Did I love him as a father? Well, of course I did. But that was as far as it went.

Father raised my two older brothers and I to become great leaders for our nation. We were always expected to be intelligent and capable young men. That wasn't a difficult feat though. He also drilled into our minds that we should be apathetic at all times because showing any emotions of sadness or a too relaxed nature would be portrayed as weakness. And a King that showed such weakness was not fit for his role. I never objected to his teachings. That was how Father acted and he was an amazing King. As long as the people were living happily and orderly, Father was pleased.

If there were ever issues in the city, he would be on it in a heartbeat. Normally, he would have the problem under control in minutes.

The townspeople wouldn't dare to make him angry though. He was incredibly harsh when he was mad. It may sound as though they were afraid of him, but they really weren't. It was because they knew that he would help anyone in an orderly manner at any tome that they respected him the way that I did.

It only took a year for my brothers and I to become splitting images of our father personality wise. My adaptation to acting like my father was one of the very few times I was told he was proud of me. To be honest, I believe it was the only time.

I was still only six and being told that Father was proud of me made me lose my composure for that moment. After that, Father did more work with us when he could. On the side, I was studying the history of our family and the history of our nation. I wanted to tell my father that I was doing all of this on my own but on that day...

He had summoned me to meet with him in his study. It was something important.

I was a bit anxious but I went there nonetheless, along with one of the palace guards. When we arrived, he knocked at the door and stated his reason for being there. He looked down at me then back at the door as he opened it. As I walked in, I saw Father was with someone else. He was talking to who seemed like another King. Father stared at me from across the room and the strange man had looked at me too.

The guard had closed the door behind me. I walked in towards the center of the room, stopped and bowed for Father. "Kyouya. This is King Fujioka Ryoji of the Northern Kingdom."As I looked up, Father had reached out his hand in the direction of the King, making note that I bow to him as well.

I bowed and said my greeting, "Your highness." When I looked back up at King Fujioka, the corners of his mouth had gone up into a big grin.

He was nothing like Father. I could tell he was a flamboyant type of person and one who was laid back as well. Father overshadowed that man in every way. I couldn't believe he was of royal status and for him to be King of the Northern Kingdom no less. The Northern Kingdom was a great nation. Great enough for even Father to acknowledge. It was incomprehensible as to how that man was a King. I couldn't stop fussing about it in my mind.

Father came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. He looked down to me and spoke through his stiff lips,"Kyouya, King Ryoji came here to speak with you."

I nodded to him and made my way to King Fujioka and he approached me as well. I stopped in front of him but I neglected to say a word. I could feel a piercing glare on me coming from Father so I looked at the King. He had knelt down to eye level with me and smiled his foolish looking smile. "Well, hello there Prince Kyouya. It's nice to meet you."

That day had passed like a fleeting memory.

And yet...

It was the day that everything would start to fall into place and ultimately end in destruction.

A/N: Sounded prologue-y but that's just me. Anyways! Love this? Hate this? In the middle? Your thoughts/reviews/critics are greatly appreciated. Next chapter will be up soon, depending on what happens :)

Until next time,

Bliss~