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Aiko & Kikaima.
By: Rilo Never Bask In Glory Date: November 27, 2011, 8:35 am
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[center]~Past~
There he stood at the foot of his parents bed, only at the age
of three, stunning blue orbs accented by salty water as he
sobbed. His mother was beautiful, one of the most beautiful
people anyone had ever seen. Both inside and out. His father was
more gruff and brute, but he was a very kind man as well. This
is where the story began. That night that Kikaima had come
barreling into his parents chambers, both of them shooting to
life from their slumber in a panic as he sobbed heavily. What
had he seen? What had happened to make him cry so horribly? A
man with a grin like no other, a Cheshire grin is what many had
called such a thing, tattered clothing and pale slick skin. He
looked sickly and twisted. Serrated teeth were in place of
normal white ones, black in color as he edged closer to Kikaima
while he cried out to anyone to save him. Just as he screamed,
there was a strange being that twined around him. It was warm
and felt soft like the most silken of furs. The light that
surrounded him was softer and like a dream of different hued
blues and purples. Eyes widened as he soon was staring at the
smoldering ice blue orbs of a great feline that had scared off
the demonic creature of the dark. Though he couldn't help but to
still be frightened of the dark, especially the moment that the
feline faded from his view.
It hadn't taken him long at all to get to his parent's chambers.
Once there he had told them what happened. After explaining
their lineage to him, he understood a bit better. Though he
didn't quite understand fully till he was older. Over the years
the great cat had returned multiple times to come to his aid or
if he just wanted him there. The great cat's name was Usu.
Kikaima had found out from his parents that Usu was a spirit of
sorts, but a part of him. He was a being that was only in the
blood of the greatest of kings. That was how the story started,
that night that Usu had appeared to him. It was a brilliant
night too, it was the beginning of a close friendship and the
start of a great teacher. Over the years, Kikaima and Usu never
spent any time apart for the most part, he was constantly
teaching Kikaima more lessons on how to do things and also
accepted Kikaima's suggestions on what else he could do. The two
of them had grown into one sensational king. There would be
nothing he couldn't do when he took reign. That was, until his
parents attempted to force him into a marriage. As much as he
loved them, he would not marry this woman. He did not know her,
did not like her very much, and she wasn't intelligent at all.
She wasn't the right woman for him. That and, he didn't quite
know how to converse with women. He had only ever conversed with
the maids.
His parents were beyond upset with him, but it was his decision.
Then they informed him of the fact that he couldn't be king
without a wife and if he didn't find one soon that the throne
would go to his cousin. That in it's self was somewhat
disturbing. It didn't stop him though, going over every law,
every book, every letter of congress and prime ministry, he
finally found a loop hole. Showing this to the council, he
couldn't help but to laugh and grin with joy with then
hesitantly gave him the crown anyways because of that loop hole
that Usu had helped him find.
~Present~
Walking down the polished halls of the palace, he wore a simple
blue and green shaded tuxedo with a white undershirt and a red
tie. Most didn't approve of this attire because it wasn't of
royalty garb. Unlike everyone else though, he preferred to be
more like the civilians he guided. Why dress himself differently
than them if he was indeed, one of them? He was one of the
people, he was there for the people, and he trusted the people
as much as they trusted him to guide their country through the
nations of heavens. Kikaima was a great king because he treated
himself no different than he did his people. If someone needed
his assistance, he did not hesitate to offer it. Hell, today,
there were plenty of odds and ends things he was doing for his
people. Soon reaching his chambers, he closed out the advisories
to gain some privacy with a slight sigh of annoyance. He could
do things on his own with Usu, he didn't need all of these
people telling him this and that. Though he did need help
sometimes, that didn't mean they had to follow him around
everywhere. Getting changed as quickly as he could into some
slacked jeans, a t-shirt, with his family crest pendant hanging
from his neck and some tennis-shoes; he was ready to go.
It didn't take him long to barrel out of the palace to the
stables and hoist himself onto Divine, the black stallion he had
loved since he had received him when he was fifteen. The young
horse was a brilliant one at that. Rushing through the streets,
he found himself upon the farm of the first he was suppose to
help. An elderly like lady who often needed his help to harvest
the small garden she had planted in the early summer. It wasn't
a hard job but not one many wanted to do either. Once he
finished there, he was off to many other farms and shelters,
places and meetings. The man never caught a break but his smile
never faded as he ran with kids and played, laughed and spoke
with the people he cherished. Kikaima finished up the work he
had to do and soon set off for home to get ready for the winter
festival. Once he got home, he took his time getting ready.
Despite how his parents begged him to practically dress in more
formal attire than anything, he wore a simple kimono attire.
After he was ready he snatched up a canvas side bag and slung it
over his shoulder. No one knew the contents of the bag except
for him, it was planned out to be one helluva surprise for the
winter festival.
People danced in the streets, the sounds of laughter and joyous
sounds reverberated in the air. It was honestly one of the most
happiest times of the year. All the festivals were, really. It
was a time when everyone came together. It was the time that
Kikaima loved to be out the most, because everyone was together
and having fun. Despite the few mishaps and arguments, fights
and ignorance, when it came to the drunks; he didn't care. He
split it all up despite who he was and his attire. Stepping
outside, he looked around for a moment for any of the guards or
anyone who worked for him or his family, once he saw it was
clear- he bolted like there was no tomorrow. Jumping the fence
and then the wall, he made his way out of the palace yards and
was soon in the heart of the town, laughing like no other.
"That's not how a King should act, sire." That voice came out of
no where, causing him to nearly leap out of his skin. Blinking a
few times, he turned to see a girl of about ten years old.
Chuckling, he smiled apologetically. "Would you rather I act as
my father did?" He asked, that charmingly velvet silken voice so
sweet. The girl just pouted before she started laughing and he
scooped her up. "Hah, heya kiddo. Been doing your school work,
Ikita?" He asked. Of course he knew this girl, she was the one
who he caught standing up for her friend against a larger high
school boy who kept picking on her friend. Man did she give that
boy a lashing like no other.
"Yes yes, I've been doing good, Kima. Now what are you doing out
by yourself?" She asked with that same pout as she hugged his
shoulders tightly. Kikaima laughed a bit and ruffled her hair
lightly. "Well, I've got a surprise.. So I came out early to set
it up. So you run off and go home and put on that beautiful
dress I bought you just for the winter festival!" He said,
setting her down. Ikita just sighed and rolled her eyes but
smiled brightly. "Fine fine, I'm going!" She said, laughing as
she ran off. To him, Ikita was like his little sister. Kikaima
didn't have any siblings, so Ikita was cherished greatly to him.
No lie, he spoiled that little girl and her family. Though he
loved every person in his kingdom, Ikita was family. Running his
fingers through golden locks, he sighed contently and started to
scramble about. On every pathway he placed something down in a
designated area with a sign that state,"Do not touch or go near.
Dangerous." Though it wasn't dangerous at all. It was just to
get people curious. Once he was done and the festival started,
he stood there at the front of it on the steps of the great
fountain where the festival's heart was. That smirk resting on
his lips as he looked out at everyone who was having a wonderful
time. Then, the announcements came.
"My wonderful people. We congregate here in a joyous occasion to
bring us all closer together. I have a surprise for you all! I'm
quite sure you've seen the strange objects that rest all over
the festival area with a sign saying they're dangerous. If you'd
please turn your attentions to the skies and grounds." Saying
this, he shifted his hand to his sleeve and retrieved a remote
of sorts. Pressing the single button on it, there were streams
of light that spiraled to the sky and then smoke that crawled
across the ground. He pressed it again and soon there was petals
pluming around everyone to cover the white snow with brilliant
colors. Smiling at the ecstatic cheers, he returned the remote
and held his arms up in happiness. "Have fun and cherish your
moments!" He stated before he descended down the stairs to
Ikita. The little girl now stood there in a stark white kimono
accented with intricate designs of cherry blossom petals.
Smiling kindly, he knelt and held his hand out to her. Once she
rested her palm in his, he brought her hand forward and placed a
tender kiss to the front of her knuckles. "M'lady Ikita, so
wonderful to see you, m'dear." He said charmingly, causing Ikita
to stifle a laugh as she attempted to keep her composure. "Such
a pleasure to see you as well, sire." She stated, then they both
couldn't hold their tongues. Busting out into laughter, he
scooped Ikita up and hugged her close.
It was going to be one hell of a festival. Usu soon trotted up
to his side, the light glowing beastly feline sitting there idly
as he watched the festivities go on. Though Kikaima couldn't
help but to wonder if anything different would happen this year.
Smiling as he set Ikita down and let her go play, he took a seat
upon the steps of the great fountain and yawned a bit. Today had
been tiring but it was wonderful watching everyone have so much
fun. [/center]
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Re: Aiko & Kikaima.
By: Eri Date: November 27, 2011, 10:55 pm
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[center]Tentative giggles as heads silently protruded from the
hidden crevices between the polished doors and their silent
openings, small whispers and gleeful sounds of hushed laughter
as skirts made soft sounds whilst pressing together, hands
eagerly gripping to familiar women's shoulders while each taking
their turns peeking at the handsome form walking opposite of
them. As the blonde haired king departed around one of the
masses of corners within the areas of the castle, the girls
closed the doors and bursed into the deafening squeals and
excited murmurs whilst holding onto each other, expressing their
relative interests with all too much of an eager endeavor.
"Wasn't he gorgeous today?!", "His hair was beautiful!",
"Uwaaaaaaaah...I wish I was of some royalty!", "Forget it,
ladies, I'll be his forbidden lover someday!", "As if!", unison
of youthful women's thoughts, expressing their fantasies and
toyful insults with each other aside from one. Pink, tattered
sleeves were shoved upwards towards the elbows of this woman,
displaying faintly sunkissed skin that moved diligently up and
down with the movements of her limbs and the faint sound of
scrubbing, bubbly water laced with fresh suds whilst blocking
out the girlish chit-chat behind her ears. Aiko, no last name,
no other name, no alias or any other information, simply just
she as she was. She was simply a maid, a servant, a loyal
housekeeper, just as she had been for many, many years.
It was with this diligence she held that many of the other maids
of the residence within their King's household held a
faint...grudge against her manner. Aiko was beautiful in that
fresh, earthy sort of way, like a fresh ray of sunshine on a
breezy, cool day. Mid-back length hair a light, dusty brown
that she kept in a loose braid over her left shoulder, the
tattered, washed out dress of a primrose shade always dragging
it's loose edges upon her mid calves, eyes a soft, earthy green
like the emerald canopies of the forest's tree-tops themselves.
Yet what they hated most of all was the fact that she did her
job, did it well, and was recognized for it by the objects of
their deep affections. Their "King" was but a friend of Aiko's,
the "King" she habitually referred to as the Prince due to her
long term of service for this specific royal family. As but a
child, Aiko had worked within the vicinities of these vast
walls, memorizing every nook and cranny that was necessary for
her care, walking every hall countless times over, and in those
countless times she had encountered the Little Prince with his
playful methods and desire for attention in a nice way. Of
course, being the way she was, Aiko was a soft and shy sort,
avoiding the Little Prince in these instances, only talking to
him when necessary before shuffling off with the nervous
embarrassment painted upon the planes of her face. Such habits
die hard, VERY hard. And hers seemed to be invincible.
Slightly disgusted glances from the other maid-staff as the only
woman who ever had such close contact with their adored King
seemed to completely ignore him, their shuffling steps nearing
as one slim foot "accidentally" knocked into the tub of water
housing royal fabrics, the thick slosh of suds and liquid
spilling across the floor with an array of hurried, exaggerated
gasps and laughter. Aiko, whom had been far too zoned into her
work, seemed at a complete loss of even thought process, not
able to comprehend what had just happened as she looked to the
pail no longer housing her hands. That's when it all cracked
down and the frenzied woman began a hurried pace of drying the
soaked floors, the laughs drifting away as the maids separated
for their final preparations. Tonight was the festival, tonight
they would dance and treat themselves, meet men and laugh,
simply bask in the festivities as any other person would! Yet
Aiko was so focused and intent on her work, dress skirt falling
into the bubbly water, knees aching with the held position as
she took her time being positive that the floor was in spotless
condition, sighing as she finally fell back against her bum,
pushing up the tottered pail with the washed linens, rubbing her
knees sore from staying upwards, skin gently darkened with
patches of reds while she took a well-deserved rest. Damp
strands of free hair pressed into her cheeks and forehead as her
head leaned back against the pale, eyeing the dark ceiling of
the maid's quarters, thinking on the fact that tonight, was
indeed, the winter festival. What would she do?
The day was becoming short as the sun began to caress the
horizon. Aiko, having finished her work like the diligent,
determined worker she was, had calmly exited the residence after
making sure to check she had done a good job on her work. The
first bite of the cold made the small woman shiver, nimble
fingers wrapping around the exposed sides of her shoulders,
shuddering as she stepped outwards into the icy residence before
finally making her way towards the backroads of the city
bustling to life. There were sounds of celebration already.
People laughed, sang, joyously chattered, some already beginning
to hit the bottle a little too hard while children pranced
around in their innocence. Seeing the city so alive made her
smile a bit, quietly hanging back within the small, cramped
alleyways leaden with the musk of decay. Now, one might wonder,
why on earth was she doing this? Going through these precautions
to purposely avoid everyone at her own cost? It was simple, yet
not so simple. It could have been an inferiority complex, or
more like a deeply learned lesson. Aiko was but a maid, nothing
less, nothing more, what right did she have to bustle into the
lives of the happy and other workers when her job was next to
that of a slave's itself within a working pyramid? Though the
Prince...erm, "King" had never treated the maids with such a
degrading word, nor treatment. Yet...she preferred it this way,
just hanging in the back while enjoying the quiet thinking space
to herself.
Night had finally set in, the maid having found her familiar
perch above the town in the most relieving of ways. The city
gates had always provided such a lovely view, though she was not
supposed to be in such an area, it did not stop her. Climbing
the mossy stones and reserving herself to a small, cracked
cranny that allowed her decent coverage, big enough for two
people, Aiko sat, swinging her thin legs back and forth beneath
her tattered dress, admiring the surprise she had heard her King
talking about. Her King...Prince, that was simply all she had
ever called him. She could see him from her perch, and the
sight of him brought a smile upon her face. The King was fair,
the King was grand, handsome, kind, was there anything the King
wasn't? Was there anything the Prince wasn't? She didn't know,
couldn't place it, but his presence managed to make her smile,
managed to make her cheeks burn, he was a delightful person.
The Prince was perfect.
And perfection, came with a price, didn't it?[/center]
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