It was Monday evening. I was enduring the loud growls that the beast called Ruvik was barking as I packed my bags. It was getting boring, the whole routine of his.
"Why are you leaving? I love you so much, Bunbun, my love is enough for you to stay, right~" His coos rang deaf in my ears.
I simply cocked my head to the side and left a close-eyed smile. "Hmmm, I wonder. Why am I leaving?"
"Don't leave, Chalice... I won't be able to live without you." He engulfed me into a hug, but I simply resumed packing and completely ignored his drop-dead cringeworthy lines.
"Well then, you can just die."
"Chalice, do you hate me so~"
My movements stalled, and I turned to face him. Our breaths intermingled as we gazed at each other, a few centimeters away. My smile faded and my cool gaze landed on his pink, plump lips. He blushed furiously. I opened my mouth and grinned. "I don't hate you. I really don't." He was momentarily stunned but soon let out a crooked grin at my reply. Ignoring his reaction I continued. "I'm just bored of you. You're boring. You're so predictable. So I'm leaving."
He paled at my harsh and blunt answer. Oops, that was unintentional. I didn't say my true thoughts because I still harbored a grudge from him dressing me up that one time, no. I thought to myself. He let out a sigh and stared at me hotly. "Well then... I'll have to keep you tied by my side."
It seemed that he had no plans on allowing me to leave. Hmmm, that's so predictable and brutish of him. I'm honestly so scared. Really. Hear the fear dripping from me? Yeah. "Hmmm... in that case." My eyes gleamed, like a predator that found its prey. "I'd like to see you try."
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I strolled down the long cobblestone path of the courtyard. Two knights, clad in armor, stood behind me with such straight dispositions it made me even more weary than I was before. The top of each building of the school each had three reconnaissance spies, watching me with unblinking eyes. Standing on the main entrance gate and all of the exit ways were two knights each disguised as doormen, making sure that I wasn't let out of the school - no, the compound - at any costs.
My eyes were dull. Why, you ask, was my eyes dull if I was the one who dragged myself into this mess? Because I had been trapped in this fucking prison for two fucking weeks. Although I did provoke the second male lead, Ruvik Drossel, to see what would happen in his 'deranged lead' state, I hadn't really thought it through. I forgot that it was boring in school and that I wanted to leave, I forgot that there was a reincarnated possessive second male lead called Blueres who was waiting for me in the library every day, I forgot that I didn't have magic and, in my current state, couldn't kill every fucking person in the school so I could leave.
Yes, I'm a very forgetful person, I've lived fourteen billion years, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT, PEOPLE?!
"Young Lady Chalice, there are five more minutes until your curfew. We advise you to return to your dorm." The two knights behind me announced. I smacked myself in the head and let out an exasperated sigh. Even though I was dressed as a boy, everyone serving Ruvik (and including Ruvik himself) started calling me 'Lady'. How wonderful. What were they going to call me next, 'Mistress'? And oh, how could I forget the curfew? Or as the newly blackened Ruvik called it, 'snuggling time'.
I really did a number on that twisted bastard, didn't I? I swear, once I transform, I'll beat him to a pulp and make sure that his little brother underneath him will die a slow, horrendous death.
I reluctantly trudged back to the dorm room, bidding goodbye to the swaying peach blossom tree. And that night, I once again was forced straight into the arms of the twisted Young Master of the Drossel House, once again.
However, unlike the other nights, my mouth stretched up into a twisted, childish smirk as I watched the shadow outside my window draw near. "Escape time~"
The shadow flitted into the room, finally stopping in front of me and drawing its hand out to help me up. "I'm sorry I'm late. The guards can sense spiritual presence, so it took me a while to crack through."
It was funny what obsession could do to a seasoned assassin. When I met him, he was hotheaded and malicious, and now, he was willing to take such small steps to allow me to escape and apologizing immediately after. I wonder what his selfish reason was. Perhaps he just wanted to get me into his own hands and keep me chained to his side. Or maybe, it was because he didn't want Ruvik to hold me every night, and whisper sweet things into my ear. Or the most probable reason, that he wanted to be the only one to know where I was, so that no pests could try and interfere with his attempts to seduce me. I didn't really care about his motives, though. It didn't have anything to do with me.
I laughed, eyeing Z's distressed face. "Doesn't matter. Just get me out."
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"Just one favor for me, please?"
"No."
"Please?" He pulled out the puppy dog eyes and crawled to me, holding the hem of my tunic and asking again.
"No."
"I need you, you have to help me! You're my one and only true friend, no one can replace you! In this time of crisis, only you are able to save me! So please? For me?"
That hit me hard. Although I've met numerous professional bullshitters in my lives, never have I met one with this much skill. I had to admit. Third Prince Shires Vel Aspel was the most professional bullshitter I have ever encountered.
Skill name: Bullshitting
Skill Traits: To professionally bullshit through enemy defenses. Bullshitting entails spitting out utter nonsense that the apposing side crumbles and gives in after successfully being bullshitted
Skill Use: To coerce sadistic and childish new friend Nyx into doing weird stunts (A/N: Or to help a certain Author-sama here successfully bullshit their way through an interview...)
But, even so... even if he was the best bullshitter I have ever met... "I don't want to. It sounds boring. I don't like doing boring things." I replied bluntly.
Shires sighed and let go of my tunic before slowly standing up. Brushing off the nonexistent dirt off his ironed pants, his previously shameless beggar's attitude turned determined and lively. As quick as lightning, he reached forward and tried to grab the thick, wood-rimmed glasses covering my eyes. I growled and avoided his touch before seizing his fist and bending his forefinger and thumb in an unnatural way. Still, he prevailed. "Give... me... your... glasses! LET ME SEE YOUR FACE!"
"No. NEVER."
"Please! Just... get... in the damn... suit!"
"No. If you make me play dressup, I'll..."
"What? What can you possibly do with your puny little hands, huh?" Shires barked out a laugh. "You won't ever be able to stand against me in a swordfight! A handsome, capable, dashing third prince, against a little boy."
My eyes turned cool and I intensified my force on his hand. He screamed in agony and looked at me with teary eyes. I malignly smirked. My killing intent filled aura crept forward and leisurely caressed his neck. Goosebumps appeared on his arm as he tried to pry away from me, only to fail.
"Do you want to know, hmmm, third prince? What I can do?" I smiled and let go of his hand. He breathed a sigh of relief before immediately paling at my growing presence. 'I really fucked up this time,' he must have thought. "I have done... so many things. So many horrifying, nightmare-inducing things." I grabbed his cheeks and jerked his body towards me. Even with the frail body I was possessing, I could still beat him to a pulp if I wished. "I've traumatized, killed, and tortured many, many people." I watched his reaction and my leer became more twisted. "But do you know my favorite way? Of torturing my victims...?" I laughed. It was a childish, innocent laugh. One that you wouldn't ever expect from a person who was going to say what I was about to. "I twist their fucking dicks... and tear it off their shitty assholes... before slowly ripping it into large chunks of flesh in front of their eyes... watching beautiful, lukewarm blood spurt in front of their horrified... pained... faces."
I leaned back and clapped my hands thrice before breaking into a chuckle. I danced around him, shifting my thick glasses up my nose bridge to prevent them from falling. "But... don't worry. Third. Prince. I only do it to people who force me to play dressup." Well, that's not exactly true, but... ah, watching their faces while thick, red blood and flesh squeezes on them is just oh-so delightful.
I cocked my head to the side and stood from my kneeling position. Putting the heel of my foot on his chest and pushing him back onto the polished marble floor, I said, "And you aren't going to make me dress up. You'll never be able to. Not. In. Your. Life. Li~ttle boy."
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A few months ago...
(A/N: Prince Shires' POV.)
I walked outside into the wide, glass-tiled veranda and breathed in the cool night air. The brilliant view overlooking the palace's main courtyard could only make me sigh in boredom. A certain sense of restlessness and agitation filled me as I blankly gazed at the quiet landscape.
Hm hmm, la la la, la la, la la~
Na na, na na~
Na na, hm hmm, la la~
The eerie humming seemed to echo around the courtyard. It was a childish, soft voice that made one feel like they were dreaming, yet, at the same time, it seemed so cruel and savage, making you feel like you were drawn in by a Devil. The music drew me in. The ledge of the terrace was the only thing that stopped me from walking off of the ledge in my stupor.
Hmmm, la la~
Unconsciously, I reached my hand out and activated my sky spiritual root. Slowly beginning to hover, I went up and up, blindly following any traces of the whimsical melody once entered my ears, like a moth to a flame. I hadn't even noticed that I was on the slanted stone tiles of the East Palace's roof until I stood firmly on the slippery slabs. A boy with blue-purple hair laid in front of me, with a simple black suit that exposed all his curves in all the right places. His aura was suppressed, as if one touch could make it explode and devour everyone in sight. His lips were curved into a subtle sadistic smile as he lazily opened his eyes. Two sedate golden orbs were revealed to me. They were dark and enticing, like a beast stalking its prey, waiting to pounce. The small hum soon stilled and a thick, comfortable silence descended upon us, before the small boy opened his mouth once more and said, "Hello there, li~ttle boy~"
I finally snapped to my senses. "How did you get into the palace gates?" He must be an assassin. Damn, I left my dagger under my pillow. I drew out my spiritual root and began to assemble air blades. "Where are the guards?"
He chuckled teasingly, watching me with his phoenix eyes. "Hmmm... the guards. Good question, where are the guards? I wonder~" After saying those words, as fast as lightning, he drew out a dagger from his belt and threw it backwards, down into the courtyard. Soon, I could hear a scattered thud in the courtyard. N-no way. Did he just- Ten knights, clad in simple silver armor, drew their swords and jumped onto the roof. The Elite Guard. I thought to myself as I flew upwards and grasped my air blades to prepare for an onslaught of attacks from the purple-haired assassin.
The knights' longswords were drawn and they swiftly charged forward. The boy grabbed ten daggers and threw them all at once, towards each knight's exposed areas. Some dodged, some blocked, and some got hit. The boy's aura slowly came loose. It expanded and contracted to his breathing and coiled around his body like a serpent poised for battle. Unfazed by the situation, the boy smiled. "Hehe~ how wonderful~ the blood is so vibrant~ this is fun~" He danced along the rooftop, somehow avoiding each knight's advancements each time. Eventually, each dagger was lodged and each guard was incapacitated.
My mouth dropped open. "Just... who are you?"
He cocked his head to the side, blood - which I was sure wasn't from him - dripping down and staining the slabs underneath him. "Me? I'm just a bored as hell boy, looking for some entertainment~"
My curiosity peaked and I smiled, gently landing back onto the roof. "Well then, it's pretty fun being by my side. Why don't you stay with me for a bit? You won't get bored." I've always been like this. Picking up interesting things that caught my eye, making life-threatening decisions on a whim. Honestly, when I said this, I didn't really believe that this mysterious boy would actually agree.
"Well... hmmm. If it'll be fun... then yeah, I'll come!"
I blinked my eyes twice and gave a crooked smile. As expected, even this boy can't say no to me! I'm just too charming to resist! "Hahaha, in that case! My name is Shires Vel Aspel. I'm the third prince of the Relsaarian Kingdom. What's yours?"
"What's mine, huh... hmmm. Call me... Nyx."