A cool, floozy breeze blew by lifting thin strands of his golden wheat hair in an exaggerated, melancholic style as he stared at Taishin betrayed.
“What,” the prince asked disbelievingly, “did you say?”
Taishin fired without hesitation, “That you’re a royal pain in the ass and a walking menace who needs good ass-beating.”
Another moment of aghast silence passed. And another round of light breeze blew by, giving the standing prince a desolate air of a main character that’s been suddenly revealed that his forever best friend had been the villain all along. The prince balled his fists and took out his phone.
Are you serious? Taishin frowned. Snitching to your parents at this age? Or maybe he’s about to call some thugs to beat him up?
But what happened next was something Taishin never imagined he’d ever witness. Something that made the cameraman take a step back and reconsider his decision to record the scene.
The Prince began crying.
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
“This…” The Prince turned towards Taishin, sniffling and wiping the snot dripping off of his face as he pointed at the phone. “When I searched on Toogle it said that ‘a royal pain’ means ‘Someone or something which is very angering, annoying or disgusting’.”
He broke down, his face gone red from ugly crying. “And that a ‘menace’ means ‘something that threatens to cause evil, harm, injury’. Why…” He howled. “Why would you call me that? I’ve never hurt even a fly.”
Taishin held back his, ‘you don’t say?’ and said, “I’ve only spoken the truth. It seems you’re also a child who doesn’t seem to understand the basics of language.”
As the word ‘child’ rained down on him the prince looked up from his tears as if someone struck him down with lightning. He then immediately ran to the nearest bodyguard crying, “Mama Bodyguard!”
The bodyguard was a hulking muscly guy who welcomed him with open arms and began patting his back as he sobbed.
“That guy,” he cried, “that guy called me ‘a royal pain in the ass’! Can you imagine somebody calling me, me as somebody who’s unpleasant? This world is just too cruel. I…” He cried again loudly. “I only wanted the best for him, you know?”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“Qtja vb sbe rjs, Tbeg Llutcfrr?” atf ybvsuejgv jrxfv, olzlcu tlr ujhf bc Kjlrtlc. “Qf mjc rjmx tlw ab atf Ujmlolm Ymfjc lc j ueccs yju lo sbe kjca ab.”
Well, that’s… a very expensive method to off someone. Taishin pursed his lips.
“Rb,” Cche ifa tlw ub jcv rjlv, “P’ii vfji klat atlr wsrfio. P’ii cba vb atf lcafgnlfk atflg rmtbbi tjr ab oeiolii obg Gjv. Rba ecali tf ajxfr yjmx ktja rjlv.” Lf rjlv atf ijra qjga ibbxlcu Kjlrtlc vlgfmais lc atf fsf, qbealcu.
Suddenly an additional group of makeup artists emerged and lunged at the prince, one wiping his snot and tears away while another immediately got to cold-pressing his puffed, reddened eyes.
“Your Highness,” One of the makeup artists spoke, sponging his face fiercely, “your weekly tear quota is reached and no more make up for you until next Monday. So please make sure to keep it in your glands.”
So it’s a regular thing. Taishin drew in a long breath.
Hirotaka whispered to Taishin, “Is this guy really royalty?”
“Apparently.”
No really, Taishin wanted to laugh when he thought about how he’d estimated the 3rd prince to be someone of irrefutable intellect. Or maybe strength. He scanned the prince’s limbs that were so willowy that they looked like they were about to fall off.
Never mind not being physically strong.
He assumed there’d be at least the poise and grace of royalty in him—the kind of intimidation that only comes with people of power. Taishin’s eyes stung and his face contorted.
He looked like a very poor stand-in to a prince who was kidnapped on the way from the Altrisberg to the airport; one that was whisked off of the streets last minute.
“We’ll wrap up the welcome party from here and I won’t take part in the interview.” Anzu announced to the crowd but he was actually looking at Taishin. When he realized Taishin staring at the sky as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, he scrunched his face.
“I’m telling,” He repeated, “that I won’t be doing the interview. Do you people understand?”
Taishin continued his sky-gazing and Anzu balled his fists, lips trembling.
“I said I’m not doing the interview and you don’t care?” He was met with silence. He tried again, “Some people could get in trouble for that you know? It is better they take back what they said.”
Though he was actually out in the open threatening Taishin, his voice broke so bad that it almost seemed like he was pleading with Taishin to not do this.
“Mr. Augustus,” Taishin said flatly, “the audience has better comprehension than you. I’m sure they understand so respectfully get yourself off of the school grounds.”
“Well that’s what he says.” A guy with teakwood colored hair and deep set eyes threw his arm around Anzu’s shoulder as he smiled. “They got it and they’d come around to it when they’ve calmed down. So let’s go back now.”
“But…but–”
“They will, they will. Let’s go now.”
Once he finished with the coaxing, he traced his steps back to the place where Taishin stood. He did not do anything at all but stand by Taishin’s side until Anzu boarded the Jet, yelled “Goodbye” in English to everyone and disappeared.
Taishin could sense something was up.
“You missed your ride, Sir. We don’t have any more Jets here,” Taishin said.
“Oh, I’m a peasant. I don’t need Jets, I could walk to the apartment from here. I’m only Anzu’s best friend.” He then smiled at Taishin—a very unpleasant smile and continued, “I know Anzu can be a bastard at times but it’s not in your best interest to offend the royal family of your neighboring country when the situation between the countries is not ideal.”
“Advice?” Taishin asked carefully.
“No.” He began walking away as he waved his hands in a goodbye and yelled, “Warning. You better watch out—there’s probably hell to pay after you publicly humiliated him. You’re going down for this one way or another.”
Taishin grit his teeth.
He knew he had messed up. He should not have insinuated those things in public and even worse… he made the prince cry and the king probably saw all that. He could generally hold out on bullshit for longer than this and this was the first time somebody actually crossed his line.
“Taishin…” One of his friends called out to him. “The Academic heads want to have a word with you along with the chairman and principal.”
“Academic heads?” He asked, startled, “not one but all?”
“Yeah, they’re all at the chairman’s office.”
He was officially fucked.
Taishin nodded his head and began walking. He did not know what was to come. They might strip him from the position of student council president.
Or they might expel him.
An anger and hatred he didn’t know he was capable of rose within him. He wasn’t a good enough person to think it was all his fault.
And he bloody well knew to whom this hatred belonged.
An update after a loooong time I believe. <(_ _)> This author bows down in apology.
What are your thoughts on the characters so far?? Do you like them or … dislike them?? Lemme know what you think! (つ≧▽≦)つ
*Author goes off to edit another chapter and bring it asap*
Thanks for the chapter!! <33
No worries, thanks for the update!! I love opposites attract/hate to love tropes, so I’m really enjoying the characters and look forward to seeing how they end up together. I also love a power bottom!! 😊💜💜