Sunday, June 19, 2005

   Pretty (ignore the length if you don't have time)


heya minna-san! wow. i need to practice my japanese. i'll do it soon. maybe.

anyway, today you will be subject to the first instalment of my story, "Pretty." I won't tell you what it's about, because i scarecly know! ^__^

if you want to just not read it, that's fine, but I hope you do!

OK, HERE WE GO!

"Pretty" - chapter 1

A prince in general should be treated with prudent respect. A prince that's an heir to a throne should be treated with even greater and more prudent respect, and be taught how to run his future kingdom in a better way than his father. And a prince that's not only king-to-be, but also a war hero should be given his heart's desire. I should know; I am all of those things, and so much more. I'm the one, only, great war-prince of the kingdom of Talo, son of Ennis: High Prince Maurice.

And I want what I want when I want it. Why is it so hard for people to understand that?

I mean, I'm 21 years old, and I already lead my father's troops to victory against the dark forces of our enemy nation Naemad. For a prince who saved his future kingdom from certain disaster, people don't give me a lot of respect.

"High Prince Maurice, sir, it's time that you awoke to preform your duties," one of the various palace servants announced, barging into my chamber at an outrageous hour.

"I'll awake when I feel like it, Jeeves," I hissed, burying myself deeper into my silk sheets and pulling my down pillow with me.

Another voice, this time more perky and feminine, chirped, "My prince, it is really time for you to rise. It is 2 in the afternoon, and you have your training and paperwork to attend to."

Training. Paperwork. Two things I really didn't want to do. However, if I allowed myself a rest from training, I might lose respect as Talo's most handsome bachelor.

Seriously. I've seen the guys around town, and none can hold a candle to MY chisled good looks. I've got a head full of perfectly styled, thick black hair, intense gray eyes, and skin the color of gold. Every muscle in my body is toned to perfection, I have never stunk a day in my life, and my skin is always moisterized. My nails are manicured. My teeth are straight. My geni---well, let's just say that no girl's ever been dissatisfied. I am one beautiful man.

Jeeves and his Perky-bitch left me to get out of bed. Grumbling about ungrateful servants and ungodly hours, I rolled out into my velvet robe.

More servants rushed forward with armfulls of clothing. I chose a pair of slick black slacks, a stylish button up shirt (black with red stripes) and a red tie.

With the confident swagger of a tiger in his jungle, I strutted down to the dining table. Carts loaded with my favorite foods scrambled to arrive as I did. Not feeling like thinking too hard, I demanded someone to chose for me. I wound up eating lamb soufflee.

After my meal, servants washed and shaved my face, brushed my teeth, and styled my hair in the slightly ruffled, completely clean way I like it. Then I threatened to fire them if they didn't leave me to some private time with the toilet.

I was barely washing my hands when a frightened, ragged, rushed, and exhausted servant threw the restroom door open.

"What the hell do you thin--"I began, but he cut me off. HE cut ME off.

"High Prince Maurice, I will apologize a thousand times later, but an emergency has just come up and you are needed in conference room 12. It's urgent!"

"The most urgent thing now is that I take a walk in the garden," I drawled, watching the servant have a spazz attack.

He tensed, then bowed and yelled, "My prince, I am terribly sorry! But this IS more important, King Ennis has told me to drag you there kicking and screaming if I must."

Now I was tense! "Fine, fine, don't have a heart attack Jeeves. Let's go."

We went. Conference Room 12 was across the Palace, but it was not a long walk. It was a long run.

Panting, sweating, but still ever-so-sexy, I arrived. The room, holding only 5 people, had been buzzing with noise, but now, it was silent.

Smoothly, I purred, "Hello, sorry for the wait, you know how servants are. Yes, I'm High Prince Maurice."

Fear took hold as I recognized one of the men: Lee Jotsen, one of the cruelest policemen in our kingdom, a man covered with scars and an eternal glare. I remember him. I'll remember him always. He was the one who...

"Prince Maurice?" one of Jotsen's henchmen sneered, emphasis on Prince.

Unconciously, I felt around for my sword. Dammit! How could I have forgotten it?

A primal snarl and a yelp of pain brought my attention to the 6th person. She was not large or small, but covered from head to foot in probably an inch of black soot. Refined, almost demonically swept, slanted eyes darted around. The irises were an eerie shade of green. Shoulder length hair flopped across her dirty face.

One of Jotsen's henchmen, teary-eyed, rubbed his wrist on which there was a thick smear of blood and tooth marks. "Bitch bit me, boss!" he whined.

The girl, probably about my age, grinned. Right then, I decided to like her, even if she was a filthy little beast.

"What do you want, Jotsen?" I demanded.

"This little shit was found wandering around town, filthy as she is, not speaking a word, just making animal noises. The only thing she's said is 'Maurice' so we figured you'd find something with her," he snickered.

"Fine. She stays, but I want you gone. NOW." I sounded so cool and tough.

With a slight grin, Jotsen snapped his fingers, pivoted, and left with his entorage trailing.

Smirking my most winning smirk, I turned to the girl. With my mouth open to deliver a witty line, she said, "Okay, High Prince Maurice, spoiled brat, and playboy virgin, help me out here."

WHAT?! How did she know...No one knew! What was she playing at? "I'm not a virgin," I snapped.

"Oh no? You haven't paid countless young women -no, girls, really- to say you slept with them?"

"What do you want?"

"Well, a bath and some clean clothes would be nice," she smiled.

"Done." I called in a female servant. "Take care of this girl," I ordered, "but when she gets out, she and I need to talk."

I fumed while the girl took her bath. It took a long time, as would be expected, but it made me angry. She made the High Prince of Talo wait? She demanded things and spouted his secrets where casual ears might catch a hear? Who did she think she was? What was her issue? That bitch! How could she behave so badly to ME, a prince! Who the HELL did she think she was?

I mulled for an hour or more, at the end thinking only 'Who does she think she is?'

And then she came back. Clean. And she said, "I'm Azmae of Naemad. I need a favor."

Time stopped. Her hair was dirt-brown. Her eyes were evil looking, windswept things. She had freckles. Her skin was barely colored. She was not thin. She was not pretty in the least. But, Lord in Heaven help me, I fell in love.

-chapter 1 end-thank you!
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