Disclaimer: Not mine. Everyone got that?
This is just some random insanity I wrote to try and get out of the major block I’ve been in lately. The next chapter of S&S, AEN and One Night will hopefully be out soon. Thank god. But I’ve been major busy lately so please be patient and keep telling me what you think. This story contains insinuated Yaoi and Yuri. Consider yourselves warned.
Another thing. I know next to nothing about Malik so if his minor role in this story is completely OOC then please forgive me.
Enjoy
Once
upon a time, in a not so far away land, there was a king and queen who longed desperately
for a daughter. One whose lips were as red as blood, skin as pale and soft as
the snow, and hair as dark as ebony. Yes, they had her looks all lined out and
were deluding themselves thinking that she wouldn’t strip that dark hair blond
and spend hours upon hours in the sun to make that snow-white skin a nice
toasty brown.
But still, they wished and whished and finally a good fairy heard their prayers.
Unfortunately,
it was New Year’s and this good fairy had had one drink too many. So the poor,
wishful monarchs instead ended up with a son, his eyes dark as ebony, his hair
white as snow and a bloodthirsty spirit living in a ring that hung around his
neck.
The young prince’s name was Ryou but, since that didn’t fit with the story, everyone called him Snow White.
Now, the poor queen was so distraught that she ran away to Tahiti with Ricky Martin so the equally tormented king was forced to remarry.
Now, it wasn’t that they didn’t love their son, mind you. It’s just that they came from a long line of cursed princesses and they didn’t want to be the ones to break tradition.
But the new queen, baby Ryou’s stepmother, Mai, was a very vain and money hungry girl. She ran around in skimpy clothes to show off her top-heavy figure and spent the kings treasure with abandon, so, needless to say that after money was spent on protecting the surrounding villages, there was little left for poor Ryou.
But Ryou was a kind, sweetly dispositioned boy who never asked for anything.
Sixteen years soon passed since Ryou’s birth and everyone in the kingdom loved him for his beautiful face and nature. Everyone except his stepmother that is.
For while she was fair of face, she was fair of little else. She was self-serving and inconsiderate and didn’t bother dealing with those below her rank.
There was a large commotion about the castle because a prince from a neighboring kingdom was visiting to discuss a peace treaty.
Ryou was excited because he’d never met another prince before and was looking forward to talking to someone who was in his position. His Yami however, whose, Ryou knew first hand, tastes ran that way, was hoping for someone attractive, because, he and Ryou being the most attractive boys in the kingdom, made it hard to find someone worth bothering with.
The queen, who was of the opinion that one man was never enough, was hoping for the same thing.
When the visiting prince finally arrived, they all found themselves satisfied.
The
young man was barely older than Ryou, slightly taller with golden hair and warm
caramel colored eyes. Both Ryou and his Yami found themselves liking him
immediately for different, and at the same time, similar reasons.
The prince introduced himself as Katsuya but insisted that Ryou call him Joey.
Much to
the queen’s dismay, she was not extended the same courtesy.
All
throughout dinner, Joey was found blatantly staring at Ryou, something that
pleased his Yami to no end. Ryou excused himself from the table, embarrassed to
be under such scrutiny and ran out into the garden. The garden was huge and
lush, full of rose bushes and a vast hedge maze that Ryou knew by heart, he
wound his way through it, pointedly ignoring his Yami’s insults about his
cowardice and hoped that no one would find him.
Unfortunately for Ryou, his bad luck hadn’t decided that that would be a good moment to finally dissipate and Ryou was startled by footsteps following him. Eventually he stopped and let his pursuer catch him.
Joey finally caught up with him and blinked at him, confused.
“Why did
you run off?” He asked. Ryou had to fight against a sigh because this prince
had one of the sexiest voices he’d ever heard. Ryou never got to answer because
his Yami had taken that moment, their isolation and the dark of night, as the
perfect moment to appear.
If Joey was startled, which he most certainly was since Ryou’s psychotic other wasn’t exactly common knowledge, he didn’t get the chance to show it because Yami Bakura had pressed him up against one of the hedge walls and was kissing him breathless.
Joey was reluctant at first but soon responded to the embrace eagerly and Ryou watched them with more than a little envy.
When the two finally separated, Joey looked quite flustered and Ryou’s Yami was staring at him hungrily.
Ryou, knowing that his Yami would have his way and not entirely objecting to it, grabbed the confused prince by the wrist and pulled him out of the maze.
Joey, while far from stupid, didn’t have much in the way of common sense. That, combined with his now racing hormones was all it took for him to allow Ryou and his dark other to drag him back to the palace into their room.
He hadn’t found the strength to go back to his own room until late the next morning.
The queen had watched them the entire time through an enchanted mirror that she had bought at a flea market from strange Egyptian guy with a hood and glowing red eyes. It seemed the queen didn’t have much in the way of sense either.
She was horribly jealous and was starting to doubt her own unwavering beauty.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” She asked, impatiently waiting it’s answer.
A young woman with brown hair that didn’t reach her shoulders appeared in the glass and gave her a rather sarcastic look.
