Where Love will Bloom (part 3)
"You've got to be joking me? This is the line?!?!"
"Hey listen here you either keep up, you damn scum, or you get the hell out!!" The men behind him shoved almost causing him to fall. He turned around to defend himself but knew he couldn't say anything, so he obliged. These men are only following the orders of their employers. All around him were carriages carrying the most noble of the middle and lower class. It was clear that he was out of place and another shove confirmed that he was also not wanted there. Duo had to remind himself yet again that he was doing this for his father.
The day was hot and ahead of him were about thirty to forty eager contestants. Wearing the best suit his family had ever owned, the braided farmer had hoped that he hadn't been to formally dressed. But upon entering this insane sight he felt the cold stares upon his scum outfit. It made him a little uneasy to find so many people staring at him. Especially since he knew why their eyes so eagerly bore into him.
He had known that he'd be the only scum there. It's not very often that scum or non-citizens like himself attended such events. Most of these trials were attended by only the citizens. Or in broader terms, the people that could afford to pay taxes. Little did he know that he'd be surrounded by *this*. All around him were various men with greater wealth than he'd ever imagined. It seemed that the more servants they had, the greater their wealth and ego were. The line was filled mostly with the servants of the contestants. Unlike himself, the rest of the contestants were well groomed and wealthy. Men amongst the riches of farmers had come with all their treasures to literally lure the judges with their fortune.
Duo reminded himself of his goal yet again when he was shoved into the servant in front of him. ::This is gonna take a long time::
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The young man sighed hard as he neared the audition in his royal carriage. He clearly remembered that he had not agreed to come near the peasants. But here he was, traveling in the hot sun of the early afternoon, nearing a site of the most ridiculous frenzy. He merely rolled his eyes and turned to look at his father who was sitting directly across from him.
"Why am I here?"
The man looked up startled. The King was slowly ebbing away. He wasn't supposed to go out of the palace, but with his son's preparations to become king, he only thought it right for him to be supportive. He looked at his son. He knew the young prince did not want to be there.
"This is done for you, Heero. It wouldn't be right if you weren't even here when we chose the young man that will lead you through the lower ranks of our kingdom."
"Hn" Heero grunted and turned his view back to the dusty road observing the various bows and chants of respect. ::I hate this::
Duo sighed hard. "This must be the worse mistake of my life!" He painfully remembered the look of utter shock on the judges faces when he had tried to explain who he was and why he saw himself best fitted for the job. There had been a silence. Only to be followed by a humiliating sea of laughter.
After an eternity of complete embarrassment Duo had finally been able to sign his name up for the job. From the looks of the other contestants he would certainly be the laughing stock of the citizens.
He pushed himself off of the tree he'd been leaning on and walked towards the road. His ear twitched as he heard the fanfare of trumpets welcoming the King. From a distance he could see the royal chariot as all the people around it sank to their knees in respect. Duo found himself fascinated by the sight. He'd never been near the royals before. This had actually been one of his few frequent visits to the city. The royals never visited the scum districts, and the scum almost never visited the city.
He stood still and observed the utter show of respect of the other contestants as they all stepped from their chariots to kneel before the passing cart. Duo soon realized that he too should show his respect. Much to his regret, he realized it too late. As the first painful whip made contact to his skin he jerked back loosing his balance and promptly falling to the floor.
::What the?!?!::
An angry guard stood above him. The sunlight shone into the braided mans eyes blocking his view from yet another whip.
"You little scum!!! How dare you hold your head in the presence of a King?"
As Duo tried to stand up the guard flung his whip towards the braided mans legs successfully wrapping it around and pulling the other man down again. As Duo made the hard contact with the floor he found himself the center of amusement yet again.
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