Time: 3.46 pm and 33 seconds.
Everyone who stood around the open area on top of the building were half-fried at best and completely cooked at worst. They were hollowed and dried. And their insides poured mini Niagaras. Smelly Niagaras. But that was the least of their concerns as they stood awe struck looking at the scene unfolding before them.
And no, it was not the private Jet.
They’d seen more than their share of movies to know what a private jet looked like and how incredible the whole slow landing and the air bustling about it looked like. They also didn’t bat an eye when about 12 bodyguards dropped out of the private jet casually in air balloons and took positions on either side of an aisle.
Not even the red carpet that rolled out of nowhere shocked the crowd.
No, it was the man who stepped out of the private jet himself that had them shocked.
A lofty leg pulled out from the jet and a young man came into their view. He had hair that fell around his head like waves drawn across golden wheat grains and eyes that were an aristocratic blue; misty and covert—two very admirable features ruined by the stupidly large black sunglasses that made him look like a fly that’s been fed too much sugar.
He huffed, removing his sunglasses and stepped onto the carpet on his toes as if he was afraid the air would stick something unthinkable on his pointy, expensive shoes. He then suddenly stopped walking and froze; striking a dramatic pose, pressing his fingers at his forehead and flashing his side profile for the crowd.
A moment of silence passed. The whole crowd stared at him astonished. Hirotaka’s eyes turned to saucers and some even passed around gasps. After another prolonged moment of awkwardness, the prince dropped his act.
“WHERE IS MY PAPARAZZI??!!!” He yelled, panicked.
He was met with silence.
“What?!” He began freaking out, biting his lips. “They didn’t care enough to come and capture the elegance of my entrance pose? That beauty I practiced for over 5 days?”
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“Your Highness.” Taishin voiced himself. “The paparazzi are not allowed in the school grounds. And they did want to capture your ‘beauty’ but your decision to land on the school rooftop using a pointless jet when you had a perfectly functional Limo inconvenienced their plans.”
“In that case,” he said exaggeratedly, sighing and looking towards the guy who was in charge of the live recording, “you make sure you capture every essence of the perfection of my pose, got it?”
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Even the prince’s attire was something that 21st century fashion fanatics would call a fashion disaster; a green suit set with yellow dot patterns and a yellow undershirt. His stupid expression didn’t help, really.
Indeed. Taishin slurped his soup. Peak level clownery.
Once he was done taking the pics, the prince walked in lithe movements and extended his hand towards Taishin with a face full of smile. “Helloooo. I’m Anzu Mikhail Augustus—the 3rd prince of Altrisberg. I see that you’re my host for the day, can I have the pleasure of knowing who you are?”
“Your mom.”
“I b-beg your pardon?” The prince almost tripped.
Taishin smiled. “I meant to say your mom is an admirable character as well as a woman of example and who makes me proud as Inlanian. I believe you are the same too. My name’s Taishin. Taishin Honda.”
The Prince froze. Then he turned to his guards, “Is it just me or does it sound like the name of a Car Company?”
He could not offend the prince. He could not.
Taishin tightened his hold on Anzu’s skinny hands and smiled lightly. He could not offend the prince. He could not. “Indeed Your Highness. It’s a very unfunny joke that’s been around since my childhood.”
“Really?” He didn’t seem to realize the pressure on his hands. “But I think it’s sort of funny.” He then dropped his gaze to look at his bodyguards who started to laugh as soon as he saw them.
“See?” He beamed at Taishin. “They’re all laughing.”
“Of course Your Highness.” Taishin grit his teeth. “Your royal sense of humor is amazing, if I say so myself.”
“Right?” Anzu began shaking his hand violently. “But my family thinks otherwise, you know? They think I make lame and obtuse jokes that don’t make sense. How could somebody as gallant as myself, that’s been sent as the oasis to this dry world, be lame in their jokes? As Shakespeare once said, ‘Beauty itself doth of itself persuade the eyes of men without an orator’ wherein speech does not matter—Beauty is ultimate persuasion.”
He then struck another dramatic pose. “Don’t you think so?”
“Not particularly, Highness.”
“But why…” He then suddenly screeched, placing the back of his hand on his lips. He stared hard, scrutinizing Taishin.
His inky hair, cropped and side swept, framed his face neatly. He was chubby and big, very much so. And yet his chubby was hardly the cute kind, not with that imposing stare. Especially not when his eyes that looked like black grapes dipped in glistening water. They were bold, steady and unassuming. He wore a flannel shirt over a Black T-shirt and had black shoes on; a rather clean style that wasn’t too plain nor gaudy.
And in hindsight he looked like he could roll over and kill Anzu with a squash.
The next moment he stumbled towards Taishin and held both his hands together.
“You…” His face had twisted in pain. “Could it be that you do not agree with me on the value of beauty because you find yourself unappealing? I mean, you’re not that bad, okay? Sure, you might look about five hundred times uglier when you compare yourself with me but that’s a universal case, anybody falls short compared to me. So you… need not worry about that. You are beautiful… although not as much as me…you are okay?”
This was him consoling, Taishin? Hah, he had to be kidding.
“Of course Your Highness–”
“Anzu.” He nodded, still lost in his own fantasy. “No highness. Call me Anzu, we gotta be closer so that the effect of my existence will beautify you too.”
“Mr. Augustus.” Taishin used an informal Inlan address towards acquaintances at Anzu, “I am good-looking, like you say, indeed but I can never compare to you. Do you know why?”
“No…” He stared stupidly. “Why?”
“Because you’re a royal pain in the ass,” he said, “And I can never be the kind of creature you are, even if I wanted to.”
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