Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Corrupt Principal ❯ A Prince In Shambles ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: MellyN

WARNING- Sex scene in this chapter. Nothing really too bad but if someone feels I should change the rating now, then I will.

Please enjoy the first chapter of Corrupt Principal

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Corrupt Principal

Chapter 1: A Prince in Shambles

By: Melissa Norvell

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Large, yet elegant gloved hands with long fingers that laced loosely together kept their position as a devious and insightful smirk crossed the face of a pale-skinned man with jet black hair. He was an older man, seeming more in his mid-twenties, who aged well. The sparkle of youth preserved his beauty, grace and made him appear regal in stature. He was dressed in his usual attire; a long, knee-length white coat with pitch black fur around the sleeves, bottom and a stripe of fur up the middle, where the piece buttoned together extending into a high-collar with lily-like black embroidery on either side. On his chest, a red shield-like badge with a yellow cross served as a family crest, which marked his royal breeding. A belt that hung lop-sided on his waist matched the onyx coloration of his straight-legged slacks and shiny shoes as he sat both feet on the ground as he slightly leaned forward in interest at the conversation at hand.

"Oh? So they want to form an alliance with Titannia?" He asked the young, female subordinate before him with interest. Titannia was a huge superpower, and one more alliance was a political gain for them. It also meant that it would be one less country they would have to seize by military force.

"Yes your highness, they have requested to meet us at their government building, in their conference room. They have requested to negotiate a treaty with us and hope to become a strong ally," the subordinate looked to her prince, awaiting his next order.

"Should we trust them so easily?" The black-haired prince slowly glanced to a man that stood on his right side, slightly behind him.

The man was also a subordinate, significantly younger then he, appearing in his late teens or early twenties. He was a beautiful man, with long bangs and two tendrils of silver hair, airbrushed with a dark melon on the tips that hung to his mid-shoulders while the rest of his short hair stopped at his mid-neck region. He possessed beautiful glass blue eyes with dark lashes and was of a very feminine build, despite his regal, Lolita-inspired attire.

"We have only recently advanced to the conquests of Japan two weeks ago," he reminded the two of such a short time frame. "Is it such a good idea to go down there?"

"Oh?" The prince mused as he met eye contact with the feminine man. "What do you think, Baron Yayoi Hatalia? You don't seem like you fancy the idea."

"No disrespect, your highness, but I feel that they can't be trusted so early on. If you go to Japan, please request that some of the higher officials accompany you," Yayoi advised. He didn't want anything to befall the most important man to Titannia, not to mention to the second Axis and nearly half of the world. As a baron, it was his job to make sure that the prince took all precautions when dealing with such a situation. If something were to happen to his highness, his penalty was death.

"Well, of course I'd take some of my loyal guards. I wouldn't dream of being that trusting of them." Even if the baron was simply throwing out common information and stating the usual precautions, the figurehead didn't like being underestimated and frowned a little at the mention of his possible incompetence of the situation.

"Let us go with you, Prince Schnitzel. We are your most trusted advisors. We'll be sure to protect you," the female of the group spoke as she placed a hand to her mid-sized chest with a placid smile and large, yellow eyes filled with gentility. There was nothing more that made her heart content than helping a regal figure like him. It was what she lived for as a countess.

"Are you sure, Kanon? You do have more than one life to consider on this matter," Schnitzel smiled as his softly colored eyes shifted to the small bulge in the girl's lower stomach, causing her to flush slightly at the comment. He had recently not assigned the pregnant woman to any hard tasks because of the risk to her unborn child, so undertaking the current mission would be more dangerous than those taken recently.

"Your highness, your life is also important. I am not far along in my pregnancy. I'm confident that I can handle the situation, if it truly is just a peaceful meeting that the Japanese government promises," Kanon spoke with a great deal of confidence before a large, male hand was placed on her shoulder. Turning, the pink-haired girl met gazes with a rugged-looking male behind her, who was dressed in a formal suit of sorts with fancy decorations littering it, as well as a fair share of medals.

"Allow me to go in Countess Kanon's place," the voice spoke from over her shoulder, the rough tone filling the room and silencing the smooth, deep voice of the prince and youthful tone of the baron.

"Please, your highness, I implore you to allow me to go. It would mean everything to me. You won't be disappointed," Kanon pleaded as she leaned forward and wore a look of determination. She didn't want the fact that she was with a child to bear down on her worth or importance to the royal court. The countess had pledged to guard the prince with her life and she had always accompanied him on his appearances in the counties that had either allied with him before or he had conquered by force.

"Kanon…" The rough-looking one behind her tried to change her mind, but she was stubborn.

"Alright, Kanon and Yayoi shall assist me," Prince Schnitzel agreed to grant her request, no matter how dangerous it seemed to the other man. The spiky-haired baron removed his hand from Kanon's shoulder and stared at his leader in disbelief and shock. He couldn't believe that his highness would agree with that order.

"What? Your highness, you can't be serious!" He outburst so loudly that he caught everyone's attention. Schnitzels face wore a deep-set frown.

"Did I just hear you question my orders, Baron Rouma Kidaiji?" The royal figure's voice had just enough edge to send shivers down his subordinate's spine.

"I apologize," the man bowed, not wanting to evoke any anger from a man who could have him executed in a single wave of the hand. It was frightening how much political power Prince Schnitzel possessed. His choices would not be disobeyed and what he said- went. "I won't question you further, my lord."

"Good, we'll move out in an hour. Get ready for departure and I'll signal for a division of foot soldiers to accompany us," the prince instructed as the three of lower rank saluted in unison as everyone began to exit the room and prepare to head out for their scheduled destination.

Kanon and Rouma walked out first, talking to each other as the pink-haired girl ran a hand through her long ponytail, brushing over one of the buns behind either ear as she laughed at something the rugged man said.

After a few moments, the prince and feminine baron exited the room. Yayoi held the door open so that his majesty could pass through and the two began to walk, staring at the pair in front of them, faintly hearing their conversation in a stream of whispers.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" Yayoi questioned as he followed a couple of steps behind the regal man. Usually, an alliance didn't bother him as badly but he had a gut feeling that wouldn't leave him alone for some reason. He felt it in his bones that something wasn't right about the alliance with Japan, but he couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was.

"What kind of leader would I be if I had done such a cowardly thing?" Schnitzel looked to the other male. "I am the second most powerful figure in the world. Besides, their Prime Minister will be there, so nothing should happen unless they want to endanger him. It's too much of a risk," the regal man took a hand gun from a nearby table and stuck it in his lopsided belt. "Just in case they decide to try and kill me, I'll make sure that I take Mr. Kihara down with me."

Through all of the careful considerations, there was always the ever imposing thought that it could all go horribly wrong, and the prince prepared for that moment. He had long since accepted the fact that he could be assassinated and the thought didn't faze him in the slightest. If he were to die, he would make sure that someone of equal importance went with him.

The fact that Prince Schnitzel considered taking a gun brought a deeper sense of worry in Yayoi's soul. The baron took on a new insecurity and the desire to protect his prince by keeping him from going to Japan intensified, but he kept his peace. After all, he saw firsthand what Baron Rouma received for questioning his orders and as his right hand man, he would not dare speak a word of insolence.

"I worry about you, my prince," Yayoi sighed as he felt an arm snake around the top of his shoulders. The sheer strength and presence of the touch caused his form to go rigid as a small blush adorned his porcelain cheeks. "S-Sir, we are out in the open. If word gets out about this, then they'll find reasons to dethrone you," the young baron whispered, where only the two of them could hear.

"I know. You can't even scratch yourself in public without the paparazzi snapping you in the tabloids," Schnitzel agreed as a frown hung on his features. It was one of the many ailments to being in high status. Not only was his life at risk every waking second but so was the reputation he upheld as a prestigious individual of royal breeding.

"My clothes must remain on at all times in public situations. Not even the slightest article should be out of place," Yayoi reminded the prince of his codes.

"No one is around. Kanon and Rouma left," Schnitzel tried to get the young baron to loosen up. Yayoi certainly was jittery over everything. The prince had figured that worry just clung to his form from the thought of going to Japan without knowing what to expect.

"But, someone would see us and that would be devastating to your career," the silver-haired teen uttered in concern. He could never be the one responsible for such a sin. The last thing he wanted was for the prince to be sitting beside of him in an execution chamber. Many things separated their relationship and even though Yayoi was nobility, he could not deny that the black-haired prince was deemed unattainable by nearly everyone in his presence.

"You talk too much, Baron Yayoi."

"My apologies, your highness," Yayoi bowed the two pieces of longer hair that hung over his shoulders tipped downward as he lowered his head in submission.

"Follow me," Schnitzel instructed as he walked down a hallway to the right of them, which was dimly lighted. The only thing that cast light in the luxurious walkway was the decorative floral lights placed evenly apart. Both figures were bathed in a soft orange glow.

It was silent for a while, only the footsteps of shoes on lavish carpet echoed through their senses as they neared a door that looked as if it were made of iron. The two stopped at the door and Yayoi had noticed where they were.

"What about preparing to depart for Japan?" He dared to ask as Schnitzel opened up the door to the dark room and casually glanced to him.

"We will have time. I just wish to be in private with you for a moment," the figure head walked inside, his form being bathed in darkness as the young baron followed him inside without a word.

Schnitzel flipped on one of the switches on the wall and a huge map lit up as the room was filled with a blue aura. It was a soft light, not noticeable enough to make it clear that anyone was in the room.

The prince shut the door behind them as Yayoi's light blue eyes glanced around the room. Aside from the large map, which depicted every continent and island mass in the world, as well as highlighted those taken under rule by Titannia, there was a table in the shape of a half-circle surrounding it, full of undisturbed paperwork from their last big meeting. Everyone had many maps out and was trying to decide which direction they should continue their expansion then decided to leave it in place so that they could continue their discussion in their next meeting.

The baron listened as the hum of the lights calmed his soul a little, although he still wondered why Prince Schnitzel would pull him into a room by himself to be in private. Did he want to discuss the alliance of Japan a little more with him?

"No one really uses this room, unless we're strategizing our next move or having a meeting that requires a map of this magnitude. We should be fine in here," the prince finally spoke up as he walked near the map, his form bathed in the soft light.

"It's quiet in here. Only the humming of the light is our company," Yayoi walked out on to the map, standing near the tip of Africa with his hands behind his back.

"Now, tell me what's wrong, Yayoi. It isn't like you to be this worried," Schnitzel's voice was a little softer and more endearing. It didn't have such a cold and professional edge as it did when they were talking over the Japan subject earlier.

"Perhaps I'm being a worrier about things, but something doesn't seem quite right about this. I just have a bad feeling," the baron admitted as his shoulders slumped.

A black eyebrow was arched. A few moments later, he was accompanied by a small, soft smile. "You're edgy, Yayoi," the prince rested his hands on the teen's rigid shoulders and closed his eyes with a smile before turning his head to the left. Taking a step closer, he pressed his body into the baron's back.

This only made the silver-haired boy flush more as he tensed.

"Perhaps a little…I've been stressed lately. I guess I just work too hard," Yayoi's cheeks were now as red as the color airbrushed into the tips of his tendrils and bangs. He had tried to keep his voice from quivering as the scent of expensive cologne and fresh linen filled his senses. Prince Schnitzel always managed to smell so fresh and clean.

The prince drug his hands through the short hair on the back of the teen's head as he walked over towards the United States, stopping on top of Maine as he glanced back with a smile.

"Yayoi, how long have we known each other?" Schnitzel asked nostalgically as he leaned back slightly with a warm smile.

"Well, if I may say so, I would say that it's been since…" Yayoi stopped to think for a moment. "Forever…I remember when we first met each other. It was in the Imperial Villa, when the royal family was stationed in Neo Siberia."

Vivid imagery of that day filled Yayoi's mind as he took in the senses so well. It was a cold day, and everything was covered in snow. Large flakes fell from the skies and the slight breeze cut through his skin.

Everything was covered in a thick layer of white, and the entire place looked like a picturesque Christmas day. He was only twelve as he walked out into the white, clutching his shoulders as he shuttered against the chill of the wind.

"I don't know why the royal family wanted to be stationed in Neo Siberia. It's so cold here," the child muttered to himself he shivered so much that it caused his head hurt. A few moments later, a warm blanket was wrapped around his shoulders. It was so warm that it felt as if someone had been cuddled up in it for a while.

The young boy glanced over his shoulder to see the form of another male who appeared to be about seventeen with short, black hair that was parted to the right, and long, jaw line bangs that framed his flawless face. Small snowflakes clung to the elder's dark, long, thick lashes and his midnight blue eyes shone like sapphire against the grayed skies.

Yayoi couldn't help but be entranced by them.

"Oh! P-Prince Schnitzel," the small boy replied in shock. He felt a little stupid for not even seeing the figurehead out in the Villa. He had thought of it as too cold for anyone of blue blood to walk out in on a day such as that.

"You should dress better if you plan on being out here," the young prince advised as he gestured to the Victorian outfit the boy wore. While it contained many layers, it was still cold in a frigid climate like that of Neo Siberia.

"Y-yes, your highness. I was just out to run an errand for my father. If I may ask, what are you doing here?" Yayoi asked the daunting man before him, who simply held out a thick book.

"I'm just getting some studying done," Schnitzel found it calming to sit out in the Villa, no matter what kind of weather was present, to study. There was just something about the place that soothed his soul and the silence of snowfall had always been serene.

"War tactics?" The silver-haired youth saw the words inscribed on the front of the forest green and olive binding.

"Yes, father insists that I study it if I am to be a successful ruler. He and mother want the best for me," Schnitzel smiled at the thought of carrying out his parent's expectations of him as a prince. He longed for nothing more than to make his parents happy.

"I could help you out if you'd like your highness. I excel at war tactics and strategies," Yayoi offered. Even though he was so young, his ability to strategize and develop plans of war had been the cause of two Titannian victories over small countries. Yayoi was deemed a prodigy.

"Oh? Do tell?" Schnitzel was interested in what the boy had to say. So far, this had been a more than interesting encounter.

"I am Baron Yayoi Hatalia, in case you weren't aware of whom exactly I was, my lord," the young boy replied as he bowed slightly. It was an honor for someone like him to meet the prince face-to-face, and he had been so rude, simply talking to him as if they were on the same level.

"The prestigious Hatalia family. You have served the royal family for years and you have a long line of nobility. Many aces and prodigies have stemmed from the Hatalia bloodline," Schnitzel knew them all too well. The Hatalia's fame spread through Titannia like an enigma and they were considered some of the most important members of the Titannian hierarchy.

"Yes, of course."

"Your name is Japanese, isn't it?" Schnitzel inquired, finding it interesting that there was a seemingly Japanese member of the Hatalia family.

"Yes, I am half Japanese," Yayoi informed.

"Tell me, to which country does a half-blood pledge their loyalty?" The very question was one that shook the silver-haired boy and drove to the very epicenter of his being. All Yayoi could do was stare in shock and wonder what the prince meant by that question.

To this very day, Yayoi had been torn on what to say on such a question. He had pledged his loyalty to Titannia but his mother was full-blood Japanese. Even though she also pledged loyalty to Titannia, she was still respectful for her unconquered homeland.

"I have been thinking about that question since our meeting that day," Yayoi's glassy eyes glanced over to his prince. His words held that same emotion that they had when he was twelve- the emotion of deep perplexion.

"So, what is your answer, Yayoi?" Schnitzel asked. It had long since been a type of game to the two of them. When they spoke of the past, he would often ask the half-blood baron the same question, which would only lead to confusion and a comforting scene between the two of them.

"I serve you, your highness, and you are Titannia. I would never betray your trust. My last name is Hatalia, and that is not Japanese," Yayoi spoke the words cautiously. The prince meant the world to him, and if he ordered for him to chose between his Titannian and Japanese blood then he would forsake that for him.

"Is it that confusing?" Schnitzel was amused with his mind game. "I've been able to screw with your mind with that inquiry since you were twelve. I'm surprised you haven't found on answer to it yet." He didn't consider the information he had been given a real answer. Besides, Yayoi only said it to please him, not because it made him happy to choose it.

"But, I have. I serve you, Prince Schnitzel. I owe you so much, not to mention the fact that you made me your personal strategic advisor. I am honored to hold such a position, even though I am merely a half blood," Yayoi replied with fierce loyalty and confidence in his answer. Ultimately, before anything else, he would choose Titannia.

"You don't disappoint me," the young baron heard his prince say as he strolled casually over to the edge of the table, sifting through a few maps that were strewn all over. Light blue eyes scanned through the bunch of maps as they gathered the information pinpointed on each one.

Placing his hand on the table to steady himself as he leaned forward, Yayoi began to lift up a map. "What's this?"

Below it was a map of his mother's home country of Japan, but before he could even see the contents of the map, a black gloved hand slammed it down. The contact made Yayoi flinch as he felt his stomach press against the table as his prince hovered over him. Those same familiar scents intoxicated him and the closeness of their bodies caused the half blood to feel the prang of a thousand needles against his skin as his heart slammed in his chest.

"What…What are you doing?" Yayoi's eyes slid back to the prince in innocent question.

"No one is around. We should have a personal consultation," the prince spoke in his ear, sending shivers of excitement down the younger man's spine as he trailed his hand down the elaborate coat that the baron wore in a seductive manner, causing an instant blush to adorn his cheeks.

"P-Prince Schnitzel…" Yayoi stuttered as Schnitzel rested the side of his face on the feminine baron's, his long, black bangs ticked the man's delicate skin.

"Relax, we hardly get time together. Since we're in such different rankings, by common law we are unattainable to each other. Don't you get lonely, Yayoi?" Schnitzel purred as he shut his eyes, taking in the scent of the feminine man below him as he felt the silky strands of that airbrushed hair against his face and admired how beautiful the red and silver were as they blended together.

"Of course, my prince. It is hard not to wish to be with you, but spending time with you makes me happy. I like knowing that I can at least be at your side." For such a thing, Yayoi had been truly happy. Nothing pleased him more than serving his prince. It didn't matter in what way, and even with what was about to happen between them, no matter how forbidden and taboo it was for the both of them to be homosexual, of different ranks and even ethnicities, a part of Yayoi enjoyed the thrill of the moment and the feeling of sin.

"Don't you ever want to do more than just stand? Don't you have desires?" Those toxic words poisoned the baron's senses and caused desire to overtake his body. The temperature began to rise, as he felt something hard press against him. It was a familiar feeling. The one of his prince's longing for a sexual escapade.

"Of course, but I know better than to do anything in public with you. Two men behaving that way would surely draw up controversy and who knows what would happen," Yayoi continued as he felt the prince's coat fall loose and hand around his hips. The teen also heard a small klink as infamous lopsided belt and gun hit the floor.

From behind him, he felt a gloved hand reach beneath his coat tails and tug his slacks and underwear down, exposing his skin to his majesty. Yayoi felt vulnerable, like an injured deer staring down the eyes of a fierce wild cat but at the same time, his heart fluttered with the chance to have a private encounter with the man he was so fond of. The overpowered baron soon felt the familiar sensation of a slippery substance and noted to himself that this had all been a planned encounter with his significant other. It had been a long time since they had engaged in any activity, romantic or not and even if it was to be quickly screwed, he wouldn't mind it at all.

A blush swept over his face. "You want to do that…S-sir?" His voice quivered, with both excitement and apprehension.

"Of course, Yayoi. I love you, after all," Schnitzel told him kindly as he steadied the baron's hips and slowly entered him, causing the feminine one below him to release a small moan in pleasure as the prince settled back in to place, laying a top of him with a hand beneath his chest, caressing him gingerly. Schnitzel gave the half blood a tender, half-lidded smile as Yayoi blushed and slowly drug his hands over the many maps that his form rested on, clenching them in his hands as he whined in pleasure from the slow movements that he felt deep within his form. Prince Schnitzel had been feeling romantic today and desired to hold him close. It was Yayoi's favorite kind of encounter. He loved how his prince held him with such cherishing arms as he thrust in and out of him and stirred emotion that the baron had not felt in a while.

It was a nice release- for the both of them.

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"I'm ready," Kanon said with a stern look on her face, her bright pink painted lips were fixed in a straight line as steel determination shot through her yellow eyes as she pointed the barrel of her pistol into the air. 'Prince Schnitzel, please be right about this alliance with Japan. What Yayoi said seriously got me thinking about things.'

As she didn't want to believe that Japan could be plotting something against them, she couldn't rule it out. Even if it was supposed to be a peaceful meeting of the minds, anything could happen, and for that- she would be ready to come to her prince's aid and fight for Titannia.

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Yayoi lay on the continent of Africa, with his wrists pinned by those elegant, gloved hands as the neon blue glow surrounded his body. Half-lidded, sparkling eyes, filled with emotion gazed up at the man above him- his stunning prince in all of his erotic glory.

Schnitzel's cravat hung around his neck like a scarf, and his robes and shirt had been undone, exposing his toned body beneath it. The long, white and black fur coat was draped around the two of them like a curtain, concealing the contact that their forbidden areas had made. The baron's spun as the last shivers of an orgasm left him. His airbrushed silver hair, tinted with red cascaded around him and stuck to the map with static electricity. His black jacket and white undershirt was undone and the large, lacey bow that had been tied around his neck was reduced to a bold, wide ribbon. A thin layer of sweat adorned his skin as he stared up at those navy eyes, so full of passion and love.

They slowly shifted from Yayoi's face of ecstasy, to the watch around his wrist as he noticed that they only had a mere fifteen minutes before they were to depart. A serious expression crossed his face as he moved away from his lover and began to get his appearance situated. Yayoi noticed his expression and did the same.

There was a moment of silence as the two men dressed themselves. Nothing but the rustling of clothes could be heard for a good five minutes before the prince decided to speak.

"I hope you were satisfied," Schnitzel smiled.

"O-Of course I was, your highness," Yayoi blushed. "You always know how to please." He heard the clack of shoes as the black-haired nobility walked towards the door. However, the sound stopped before the other man reached the door.

Staring at the prince's back, Yayoi stood up as he heard Schnitzel speak. "Don't be late."

"Yes, sir."

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The trio, followed by numerous soldiers set out for Japan in one of their many flying aircraft. It was a large craft, designed to carry numerous amounts of people and cargo. The machine was an odd shape, resembling more of a large, flying cone than anything and rode smoothly through the air. The trip to Japan was pleasant and as he gazed through the blue skies, the prince felt calm, resting his head against his hand.

So far, everything had been going according to plan. The trip went efficiently and everything had operated to its prime. They landed on a small, private strip next to the Prime Minister's location. There were several vehicles and aircraft there.

As Prince Schnitzel was helped out of the aircraft by Kanon and Yayoi, he glanced around the building. Everything seemed fine but it was very silent, as if a funeral had taken place there. He had figured that it may have just been jumping to conclusion and walked ahead with the group of royal foot soldiers that surrounded him.

The entrance doors opened as everyone stared down the dimly lit sector of hallways that seemed to lack guards of any kind. It was a mystery to the three of them, but they kept silent and simply wore confused expressions.

"This is it," Kanon announced, "the Japanese Peace Hall."

Tension seemed to fill the air as Yayoi glanced around at the artwork that hung on the wall as everyone advanced. Nothing could be heard but the footsteps of everyone and a few whispered phrases. The beautiful Japanese artwork and scrolls made him ponder on his Japanese heritage. After all, he was in his mother's homeland and soon the fact that his mother was Japanese would have no affect on Titannian prejudice.

'My roots lie somewhere in this place. I have never been here, but it somehow feels nostalgic.' Yayoi's sights were directed to a beautiful, large painting of a water shrine.

The picture was beautiful, and it entranced him in many ways. He was in such a trance from the beauty of the painting that he hadn't listened to Kanon state that it was quiet and she hadn't seen anyone around.

After she had stated that phrase, two upper class sentinels walked up to them, carrying rifles with bayonets walked up. One of them was distinguished with long, black hair that was pulled back into a low ponytail and the other was an older, bearded gentleman with a monocle.

"We're sorry that we're late. We ran into some last minute preparations. You must be Prince Schnitzel Eau Cossattia," the dark-headed man spoke as he bowed.

"Yes, and these are my advisors, Baron Yayoi Hatalia and Countess Kanon Fussinii," Schnitzel gestured to the two figures that stood on either side of him. Both of the figures bowed in unison.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," the two said in unison, met by a unison response from the two sentinels.

"The pleasure is ours," the man with the monocle spoke as he introduced the both of them, gesturing to himself and then towards the younger of the two. "I am General Katsumori and this is General Fushinaga. We are the prime minister's two most trusted generals."

"We're here to take you to see Prime Minister Kenichi Kihara," Fushinaga instructed.

"Follow us, please," Katsumori turned and gestured for the group to follow close behind.

Yayoi had managed to catch glance of General Katsumori and noticed that his eyes seemed strange. They looked filmy and was it his imagination, or did they sort of hold an odd glow to them? Perhaps it was just the lighting playing tricks on him. His own eyes were of a pale blue and awkwardly tended to seem as though they held a glow. It would have been something like that, but a large part of him doubted it. 'Their eyes…They look so hollow and lifeless. What's wrong with them? It's like they are possessed.' The baron thought to himself as he watched the others walk away from him. 'Surely not. I mean, such a thing cannot be humanly possible…Can it? Has Japan advanced so far in technology that they've managed to create a way to control minds?' Worry flashed through his crystalline eyes. "If that's so then…Prince Schnitzel is in trouble."

Before he could react off of his suspicions, he felt bony fingers touch the side of his face. The feminine baron froze in his place, breath caught in his throat as the ghostly contact from the pale, cold fingers caressed his now flushing skin. Such an intimate contact from a stranger only earned a natural reaction.

"Such a pretty little thing. Handsome doesn't quite fit you," the purring, foreign voice slithered its way into his ears. It was the voice of someone young, younger than himself. The voice shook up the Titannian, Yayoi dared not to move against the ghost-like touch. For all he knew, his next move could be his last and calling out for help would be more than futile with someone being that close to his face and neck.

He could feel the cold breath on the back of his neck, coursing down the folded collar of his jacket and cutting through his pristine, button up shirt.

"Who are you?" Yayoi asked his voice thick with uncertainty and fear.

"I'm the death of Titannia," the chilling words of someone who clearly had terrorist actions ripped fear into his form as he tried to remain calm, despite his heart beating so quickly that it might jump through his throat.

"What?" The question was shaky.

Fear. It was something that the enemy seemed to get high on. A wicked smirk crossed the enemy's face as the words flowed from his mouth like velvet, sweet and endearing in tone.

"Welcome to hell, Baron Hatalia."

Out of instinct, Yayoi jerked away from the touch and whirled around with an angry expression. "How do you know-Huh?" The baron cut himself off as his eyes widened and a bit before he drew back.

The figure that stood before him was a mere boy, dressed in a white, elaborate outfit with flowing sashes and embroidery of golden swirling patterns that adorned the front and cuff links of his jacket. He was a tall, beautiful boy with short hair, the color of sand and chocolate eyes with dark lashes. He was very distinguished and high class individual.

Yayoi was shocked to know that he wasn't much older than the boy and they were nearly the same height. The foreign boy reached out his hand to him and spoke in a harsh, demanding voice.

"I command you, Baron Yayoi Hatalia, listen and listen well. Use the most sacred thing you can offer to the prince and draw him into a room by himself," the youth commanded as he opened his hand and at that moment, Yayoi heard a loud crash, as if someone had busted glass. He didn't know if it was a hallucination or not, but he saw glass shatter around him, even though there was no glass around and his body jolted as he felt something invade him.

He recoiled and held his head in pain, attempting to fight it off. "No! I am loyal only to Prince Schnitzel. I…I don't want to manipulate him! Stop!" Yayoi yelled as he staggered around, holding his head. "Please stop…"

"It's so fun to watch you the weak squirm in pain," the mysterious boy smiled in amusement, to the point of looking happy. "All hail Titannia!" He mocked, as he turned around, waving a hand in dismissal.

Yayoi jolted up, standing straight as his irises gained a neon blue outline and took on a milky glow. He had completely submitted to the mind control and spoke with a torn look on his face, the last of his emotions fading.

"You're right; I should get Prince Schnitzel alone and seduce him," Yayoi's lifeless voice spoke the command as the other male splayed a hand over his cheek and laughed in twisted pleasure.

"The first stage has begun. Titannia will meet its end and all of the countries that are under Prince Schnitzel's rule will be free. The Prime Minister was such a fool to want an alliance with such an inferior method of rule," he smiled wickedly.

The end was about to come, and his gain over the prince would be his first step to carrying out his master plan.

XxXxXxXx

Schnitzel and Kanon stood in a small waiting room with their army of guards and a small amount of Japanese soldiers. The room was quiet as they waited what would happen next. Yayoi was not present, which was a cause for concern. Kanon wondered what happened to him, or if he got lost looking at the Japanese artifacts on the walls, since he had seemed so entranced by them earlier.

Soon after, the doors opened and everyone's gaze was directed to them as Yayoi walked into the room, showing no signs that anything was truly wrong.

"Yayoi! I thought you were lost. I was worried," Kanon's face lit up with happiness when she laid sights on the feminine baron.

"Sorry, I was admiring the portraits. This is the first time I have been in Japan, after all." Yayoi apologized with a bow.

"Oh yeah, you're half Japanese, aren't you?" The pink-haired girl asked.

"Yes," Yayoi replied before looking to the dark-haired prince. "Your majesty, can I talk to you in private while we wait for the Prime Minister?"

"Oh? What do you wish to discuss?" Schnitzel seemed interested in his lover's potential inquiries.

"It's a private matter, as I have stated previously," the baron replied as the black-haired prince looked to Fushinaga in question.

"Is there a room close by where we can speak amongst ourselves?"

"There is one room that you are allowed to go in, but you must have a Japanese official with you at all times," Fushinaga explained.

Navy eyes glanced to Yayoi as the prince asked him if he was alright with one of the Japanese generals present. The baron agreed with a polite bow as Schnitzel glanced back at Kanon. He then questioned if she minded the fact that she would have to wait there, with only the soldiers as protection. Kanon didn't mind. She knew that they probably had something important to discuss and being alone with the foot soldiers didn't bother her at all.

The trio left the room and walked a small distance down the hall before coming to an elaborate, gold and dark wood door. Fushinaga opened the door as the two walked into the dimly lit room, which resembled some sort of control room of sorts, with light up maps on the wall and large branches of control units that lined the walls, as well as a large screen, used to receive commands from a higher source in another location.

Fushinaga closed the door as the two walked to the center of the room.

"Don't worry; this room is secure and sound proof. You'll have no problems here, and you can speak freely among yourselves," he advised.

Schnitzel looked to the dark-haired general, before his sights shifted back to Yayoi. "So, what did you feel like you had to tell me in private?"

"So, how is a half blood who hates his own country supposed to act?" Yayoi's words were detached and they instantly were a cause for concern.

"What?" Schnitzel was confused and something unsettled him. "I don't have time for your philosophy on questions. We are attending an important business matter. What's wrong with you?"

It wasn't usually like Yayoi to act so out of line.

Schnitzel's hand was picked up gently and laid on the baron's cheek as he smiled calmly, gazing into his prince's eyes with love and adoration. "My dear prince, you should learn some patience."

"What do you mean?"

Yayoi didn't answer; he simply leaned forward to kiss the other man's lips, not really caring that someone else was present in the room.

"What are you-" The prince asked before his sentence was cut off by the kiss.

'Please forgive me. I don't know what I'm doing. I have no control over my body. I am so sorry.' Yayoi thought. He could no longer control himself freely and no matter how much he struggled, he only felt himself getting weaker. If his mind was going to be controlled. He didn't want to be forced to watch any of this while he aided in the fall of the person most dear to him.

It was betrayal.

It was treason.

It was the most anguishing pain he could have ever felt- worse than any torture.

"Yayoi…" Schnitzel sighed endearingly. That tone to his voice made Yayoi want to break down, feeling the weight of the guilt. As much as he wanted to will the tears forward, his body would not allow him to cry.

"Your highness. I'm afraid you have fallen for a trap. Perhaps you shouldn't be so trusting of your subjects, no matter who they are. Your trust for this pretty boy, who pledged his loyalty to your faulty government, was your downfall," Yayoi spoke as a look of realization crossed the prince's face.

It was all a set-up. Yayoi had initially been right about Japan.

"What?" Schnitzel threw up his defenses as an arm was wrapped around Yayoi's neck, pulling him closer to Fushinaga, who pointed a handgun to his head. "What in the hell is going on here? What did you do to Yayoi?"

"Oh Prince Schnitzel…The prestigious Prince Schnitzel Eau Cossattia, who is supposed to be the second most powerful man in the world," the sandy-haired boy stepped out into the middle of the room, staring the prince down with a smug and happy smile plastered on his face.

"What? You're just a kid. Who are you? Where is the Prime Minister?" Schnitzel knew that there was no way that this child was the Prime Minister, considering he had spoken with him moments before to tell him that he was on his way to negotiate with him.

"Why, I killed him, of course," the boy's voice ripped through the prince's senses and he felt apprehensive upon hearing the words that flowed from his mouth. This single boy killed the Prime Minister? If that was the truth, then he was just set up for assassination.

"This was all an organized trap."

"Of course. Did you really think I wouldn't plan something as great as this? The defeat of Titannia is at my command and soon, you will be as well…But first…" The boy snapped his fingers as Yayoi's eyes lost their glow and his emotions took over and the discombobulated baron took in the situation around him.

"I…I have failed Titannia…I am a traitor. I'm so sorry. I have committed treason in the worst way," Yayoi spoke in a weak voice as tears clung to his sparkling, emotional eyes. All of the pain that the possession had held in had finally been released and the baron spilled his pain to the man he loved.

"Yayoi…" Schnitzel looked sympathetically towards the other man. For once, he was sorry that he had not listened to his advice and as a result, Yayoi was suffering, emotionally and physically.

"From his day forward, you shall obey my every wish, desire, word and will…Prince Schnitzel Eau Cossattia," the youth thrust his hand forward and his palm opened as Yayoi looked on. The same thing that happened to him, happen to his prince. He was helpless to do anything to help him. His body refused to move. The baron was reduced to a lifeless doll.

"Your highness…" The words were faintly murmured as a single tear fell and shattered on the floor as everything shattered around Schnitzel as a bright white flash filled the room as he held his head. Struggling against the possession.

It was painful for him to watch as his prince struggle against the possession, thrashing around agonizingly as he held his head in pain. Yayoi tried to keep a straight train of thought, but he could barely concentrate for an entire minute. Whatever the youth had done to him, it was far more than a possession. He was reduced to nothing more than a doll with not mind enough to talk.

"No…I won't succumb to this madness," the prince argued as he stumbled around, thrashing his head as if he had lost all control of his bodily functions. "Damn it! You won't control me!"

The boy frowned. "Stubborn, do as I say, now!" With a snap of his fingers, the prince stood straight up and looked to him obediently with those familiar eyes of milky blue. The boy smiled in wicked delight as he instructed the prince to bow to him.

Schnitzel went to one knee, folding his arm across his chest as he prostrated himself before the Japanese boy, bowing his head down low. It was nearly too much for the boy to contain as he laughed in an uncontrolled, maniacal way and threw his head back, bursting out so loudly that his lungs might explode.

"This! This is great! Wonderful!" He reached out, grabbing the prince by the chin and staring into those blank eyes. "You…Your family have plagued my life for years. You have taken everything from me and now I'll take everything from you. Welcome to hell, Prince Schnitzel Eau Cossattia!"

…To Be Continued