Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Corrupt Principal ❯ Reign of Darkness ( Chapter 2 )

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

By: MellyN

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Corrupt Principal

Chapter 2: Reign of Darkness

By: Melissa Norvell

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The youth glanced over to the baron with a look of uncompromising emotion as he stared into the young man's crystalline eyes. Those eyes which were so beautiful. Those cerulean hues which held so much pain and dismay. The utter thought of completely demolishing the feminine man's psyche further turned him on in unimaginable ways and just one look into the man's helpless features brought chills into the youth's form.

A slight smile graced his features. "Just let him go. His brain is so jumbled; he can't do anything but look like a hurt puppy." The mere comparison alone pleased him like nothing else as he watched the crumpled man, in all of his regal glory; fall to the floor upon his knees, barely able to catch himself with his own hands as those strands of airbrushed silver and long bangs hung around his face like the morose, whip-like vines of the weeping willow. Those helpless eyes slowly and weakly shifted to his form, which towered above the subordinate of Titannia in strength and intimidation.

Yayoi's gaze slowly shifted to the mindless prince, who stood blankly before his unknown foe. 'What's going to happen now? I can't move. No matter what I will my body to do, it stays limp. I want so badly to help him. In the end I can do nothing. In the end, I am powerless to save him.' As the baron pondered over his own failure, the words flowed from his mouth in a small whisper. "Prince Schnitzel…You could never know…how sorry I am…"

The half-blood's show of sympathy only amused the sandy-haired male, who smiled in amusement and false condolences for the two royal's unfortunate situation. "You look at him with such emotional eyes. You feel something for the prince, don't you?"

Reluctantly, Yayoi closed his eyes, but produced a vague answer. "I was loyal to Titannia. We've known each other for a long time. I have known him all of my life, and now, I am not even worthy to be sit upon. I took his will…" It was something that the baron wore a deep regret for, and whatever punishment he was about to receive would not make the atonement enough.

He felt a hand on the side of his face as his head was turned, forced to set his sights upon the prince. The guard that had held him up earlier, kneeled by his side and made him witness the events that were about to unfold.

"Watch, watch with those illuminated eyes of sorrow as I take from your prince. Take all that he's worth," the mysterious boy spoke, before he walked over to the possessed man, the clacking of his shoes echoing through the vast space in the open room.

Standing face to face with the black-haired royal, he began a series of commands that was sure to make the baron suffer for such ignorance as to abandon his Japanese blood without a second thought to such scum. "Prince Schnitzel Eau Cossattia, slave to my powers, I command you to disgrace your own crown by making love to someone like me."

"No!" Yayoi shouted in protest, but his sad attempt was undermined by the enemy, who simply lay on his back on one of the rich, hardwood tables as Schnitzel obediently leaned over him, resting on the younger boy, who smirked in satisfaction as he looked to the baron. The anguish on that pretty face was more than the rush he desired, and to have the prince so meekly clinging to him for comfort was his own personal victory over Titannia. "Love me, far greater than you ever loved anyone. Show me your deepest desires."

It would be the one thing that the baron would be crushed by. To watch his secret lover give his emotions and body to someone who only desired his county's downfall was most thrilling. Now the insignificant half-blood would see that he should have remained faithful to Japan.

"Yes, of course. I will do as you say, master," Schnitzel's words dropped like an atom bomb on the baron's emotions, causing those tears, which had been held back all of that time, to flow from his eyes, even through his possession.

"Don't do it…" He begged feebly. "Please, Prince Schnitzel…You are above this. Don't subjugate yourself to such brainwashing…" Yayoi's voice cracked under the crushing weight of his emotions.

The dominating youth ran a hand through the prince's jet black hair as the elder man gently and seductively pulled down the back of his button up shirt and elaborate gold and white coat, exposing his fair skin. Schnitzel's moist tongue ran over the boy's collar bone, sending trembles of ecstasy up his spine. The sandy-haired boy let out a small contented sigh as the puppet prince kissed up his slender neck.

Once again, the boy's eyes returned to the baron's weak form as he teased him. "You hate it, don't you? You may look pained but you can't stand the fact that your lover is giving someone like me such affection. I love seeing that look on your face. That sickening look. The look that lets me know that you're bleeding emotion like a deep open wound," he commented as the subservient prince placed passionate kisses across his chest, staring blankly at the boy's flesh.

"You see, I'm much different than any of you Titannians. I have realized that it's far better to damage your psyche. Besides, I'm not fond of violence, nor am I fond of ruling by use of intimidation. For what you've done to Japan, and all of the other countries you own, I will single-handedly execute the royal family and gain my rightful place as figurehead."

"What makes you think you can accomplish that? Sure, you have the prince as your hostage, but the others will learn and they will want revenge," Yayoi replied. The royal family was a tightly knit bunch of people, and as those who held a vast majority of power, they wouldn't take the enslaving or death of their family members lightly.

"Let them all come; Nausiscaa, Castella, Prussia, even William himself. They are nothing but a bunch of stuck up parasites," the confident youth spoke as he held out his hand; Prince Schnitzel took it lightly as he began to powerfully kiss up the top of his hand, making his way to the boy's wrist and forearm. "You, you're half-Japanese. I can't believe that you can't see the wrong in your own actions."

It crossed him to see someone who possessed a large percentage of his blood reduced to an obedient lap dog to a super power like Titannia. Yayoi had forsaken everything about him that was Japanese.

"We're not here to enslave Japan; we're here to include them in our expansion," the baron tried to explain, but his foe would have no word of it. The last thing the sandy-haired boy wanted to do was bow out gracefully and let Titannia have their way.

"We want to be left alone. For hundreds of years we have been just fine. We do not need Titannia." The youth casually dismissed the subject as if it were minor.

"I don't understand," Yayoi's gaze hit the ground. "Why do you hate us so much?"

"I never liked Titannia," the boy explained with a frown, as Schnitzel continued to make passionate love to his chest. "Nor have I liked King William. You all have the same sick idea that just one person can change the world and control it. You aristocratic bastards just think you're above everyone. It's about time that you found out that Titannia is nowhere near godly." He frowned as an elegant hand was placed on the side of his face. Cold eyes shifted to the possessed prince. The boy took one more glance of satisfaction as he turned his head and kissed the black-haired elder passionately. The youth's hands ran through those jet black, silken locks as the prince's gloved fingers caressed his cheek in a tender, yet hollow mannerism.

The enemy broke their forbidden kiss as Yayoi spoke.

"Tell me, how are you able to control people's minds? I've never felt anything like this in my life." It was unlike any sensation he'd ever experienced before. It was as if the baron's brain ceased to function, yet, somehow he was still alive and had comprehension with vivid clarity. Yayoi was sure if he tried to concentrate that he would surely pass out.

He had always seen it on television and could only vaguely grasp the lasting effects of possession, but until now, he had not truly experienced it for himself. To whomever held it, it was an awesome ability and far more dangerous than anyone could ever realize. As much as he hated to admit defeat, this man who lay before him, making love to his dear prince, could hold the world in his hand, whether it was by gentility or a tyrannical crush.

"That's because I've shattered your mind. I've been developing this power for many years. If you have knowledge of how the human brain works, then you can control different regions and aspects of it. I can also read your mind. That's how I knew of your secret desires and lust…No love for this prince. This, this is the most crushing thing to you, seeing your prince fall and go off with another man. This is your greatest pain. You have some balls don't you? To love royalty, even if you are one of his highest ranking officers," the boy stated entertaining himself in the thought of how one man could be so bold as to make such a dangerous move that threatened so many positions.

Aristocrats were such funny, fickle people, hiding behind their preferences and insecurities to keep in their good standings. They were no less flawed than anyone else.

"Even so, I have disgraced the Titannian government. The only thing that could save me is his majesty's pardon and that won't be happening," Yayoi admitted his defeat and any possibility of coming out of the situation alive. "I'm good as dead for treason. Even if I was possessed, no one would ever believe me."

Such a story was far-fetched, and as a result, Yayoi would be sentenced to death. He would be labeled as something hated by the Titannian government, shunned by the people and ruining his family's good name by being the first Hatalia to be sentenced and put to death. Being half Japanese would cause further prejudice amongst the Titannians and Japanese and with Titannian forces being in Japan, times were dangerous.

Baron Yayoi would be the trigger point of a massive war between Japan and Titannia.

"Your mind is so screwed up right now; all you can really do is stagger around like a disorientated animal. It's somehow sexually satisfying when something as pretty as you are in pain. Your eyes are stunning when they shine with anguish," the youth expressed his sadistic pleasures.

Turning back to the prince, the boy sighed softly as he felt his jacket loosen around him and slide down his arms. He closed his eyes, concealing their color to the world as Schnitzel slide a hand up his button-up undershirt, but their punishment game was cut short, interrupted by a sharp pounding on the door.

His eyes shot open as a frown of irritation and anger marred his porcelain features. The Japanese boy turned his sights to the door as he pulled his jacket around his shoulders and turned, glancing back at the puppet prince, he gave another command.

"She ruined my plan. Prince Schnitzel, take care of her."

Kanon finally managed to kick the door down as she ran a short distance into the room, stopping as she saw the boy, some guards, her prince and Yayoi look at her in unison. The woman looked confused as she glanced around to see looks of disapproval and scorn cast upon her form. The tension she felt was immense, as if someone had been examining her through a microscope.

"Prince Schnitzel, Baron Hatalia, are you alright? I knew I should have left the two of you alone with them," Kanon's voice was laced with concern for her two comrades. She felt foolish to let two men of higher status than herself go off alone with the Japanese army.

The click of a gun registered with striking clarity as a small gasp escaped her pink lips. She turned swiftly, her pink locks slamming against her face as she stood a few feet from the man who stood as a symbol of her native country, pointed a gun to her.

Staring down the barrel of the gun like a cowering mouse, staring down the vicious talons of a hawk, Kanon's yellow eyes illuminated with fear.

"Stupid girl, you should have stayed where you were," the boy stood beside of his dutiful slave with his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. This was an inconvenience, but soon, the problem would be taken care of.

"Who are you? Are you the Prime Minister?" The woman questioned, trying to summon up her bravery but the fact that Schnitzel was pointing a gun at her didn't help her psyche at all.

Plus, there was something about that boy that was just unsettling. She didn't know what it was, but it honestly sent shivers of repulsion and fear down Kanon's spine.

"Far from it." That was the last person he wanted to be mistaken for.

Kanon turned to her prince and stared into his eyes, seeing the glowing blue that outlines his pupils and trying to decipher the vacant stare they produced. The look in his eyes was that of a complete stranger. They held no comprehension of who she was, nor did they recognize her as someone familiar. Dead and cold, that of a mindless drone.

"Your highness, why are you looking at me like you don't know me? It's me, Countess Kanon Fussinii," the woman placed a hand to her chest, verifying her affiliation with him.

"Kanon, don't…" She heard someone state faintly, and turned her sights on Yayoi, who was kneeling on the ground, hunched over feebly. Yellow sights turned to the male in question.

"What? Yayoi?"

"Shoot her," chocolate eyes narrowed. He wanted the woman dead, before anything else unforeseen happened. She was a damper to his plans and must be eliminated.

Tamely, Schnitzel fired the fun. The shot rung through the air as Kanon's eyes widened in horror and shook in pain. Shakily, her hand ran down to the affected area as she pressed her lower stomach, trying to stop the blood from rushing out.

Her prince, the man she had loved so dearly as a friend, the man who was a role model for her, being someone at such a young age to achieve as much prosperity and power as he had, the man she pledged her loyalty to, had shot her unborn child. Tears clung to her eyes as she fell to the ground in torment, the only words she could say at the moment quivered from her lips.

"My baby…"

"Weakling, you knew the risks. Finish her off, my massacre prince. Shoot her again and kill the rest of the people out there. Kill them all," the boy remarked as Kanon stared at Schnitzel helplessly from her position on the floor, clutching her stomach defensively.

It was then when she realized that something was severely wrong with him. Schnitzel was a little ruthless, but never like this. They had been such close friends over the years and the prince had been nothing but a gentleman to her. This wasn't like him. He was like a cold-blooded killer with a happy trigger finger.

'No…What's wrong with him? Why is he listening to that guy?' She thought to herself as she winced in pain. "Please…Please let my child live…" The woman prayed as he quickly rose to her feet and tried to make it out of the room as the possessed prince followed her.

Frantically, she ran down the hall, occasionally using the wall for support as she frequently stopped to catch her breath and quell her pain. After all, the prince was simply walking and she had been a good two feet in front of him. However, she knew that it wasn't enough. He could end her life from that range.

Her breath caught in her throat, struggling to keep on her feet because of the immense pain, Kanon desperately tried to put distance between them. The blood poured from her stomach and tears ran down her cheeks as her emotionally distraught form made its way down the hall, staining the carpet in crimson.

Suddenly, her ankle turned and Kanon went crashing to the ground. Kanon staggered to get up, but was only met with the barrel of his gun. Gasping, her eyes widened as they stared on at him in horror.

"Please die now," Schnitzel said casually as Kanon begged for him to think of his consequences.

"Prince Schnitzel, please don't do this-" Her words were cut short by the loud fire of the gun as another bullet plunged into her body, and caused her to fall backwards limply on the floor.

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Turning on the large screen as he seated himself in a plush, red chair, the youth propped his head up with his elbow and watched as Schnitzel made his way down the hallway, and retreated back into the room in which his soldiers, as well as a few Japanese were located.

"Now that they'll be out of my way, my work here is nearly done." It was satisfying to know that he'd be taking everyone down so easily. Schnitzel was the best man for the job, and since his soldiers were so obedient to him, they wouldn't dare shoot their prince.

It was the best master plan, and it was proving to be more effective than he had previously predicted. The only thing to do now was to watch as Schnitzel acted like a psychopath and took out his own battalion.

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Schnitzel walked calmly into the room, the blue rings around his iris' glowing brightly as the soldiers looked to him in question. One of the men walked up to him and spoke.

"My lord, where is Baron Hatalia and Countess Fussinii? Are they speaking with the Prime Minister?" The curious soldier asked as a faint smile tugged at the black-haired prince's lips.

"I, second crowned prince of Titannia, Schnitzel Eau Cossattia, command you all to die," Schnitzel commanded as he pointed his gun to the soldiers. They looked to him in outrage, shock and confusion as the room fell dead silent. No one knew what to say, or why he would issue such a command.

A few people began to talk, and soon the room was filled with question and unease as the soldiers began to talk amongst themselves.

"What?"

"What are you talking about? Have you gone mad?"

"The prince has gone mad!" One of the soldiers shouted as the room began to fill with ruckus and several verbal fights broke out, arguing on whether or not Schnitzel was crazy and what precautions should have been taken to prevent such a thing.

"Hey!" One of the Titannian soldiers pointed a finger in accusation at the prince as he lashed out. "We aren't dying for you-" His speech was cut short as a bullet hit him in the chest, blood was flung through the air as he fell backwards, dead onto the floor as his comrades looked on in horror. They were appalled and shocked that the demonic prince meant every word of his command.

"Are you disobeying my orders?" Schnitzel asked in false amusement.

"Hey! What the hell is your problem, Prince Schnitzel? You can't execute people without probable cau-" Another solider attempted to remind him of the laws, but was shot in the neck and slid down the wall as everyone attempted to run out of the room to escape as Schnitzel continued to fire his gun off, killing several soldiers- both Japanese and Titannian.

He was so driven by his command that he was blinded by anything that separated the two different armies. Titannian or Japanese, it didn't matter. His command was to kill everyone in the room and that's what he was going to do.

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Kanon lifted her head as she watched the screen in horror as her prince massacred his own men and the Japanese army as well. "Prince Schnitzel…How could you?" She asked faintly as her head hit the floor and her eyes closed.

The seated boy continued to watch the massacre as Schnitzel mercilessly stole a machine gun from one of the dead soldiers and took out the remaining people in the room. The last soldier fell over as they were shot multiple times, enough to be overkill as the machine gun silenced.

Schnitzel carelessly tossed the gun to the ground as he smiled, pleased with his job. "Thank you for your cooperation. You have served Titannia well," the blood-stained prince commented endearingly as he made his way back to the Japanese boy he served.

"Such a blood-stained prince…Such a dirty, corrupted man," Schnitzel heard the boy say as he walked into the room, only to have a hang flung out to him, as if the sandy-haired male was making an example of him. "This! This is what Titannia is all about! Corruption, betrayal, bloodshed…and who better than to portray that image than your precious Prince Schnitzel! Look at him! He looks so pleasant! Now, it's time for the best victory yet! Not only do I have mental power over him but I have physical power over him as well."

The younger male walked over to his possessed companion and gingerly placed a hand on the back of his head, staring into those blank, navy hues once more in a look of faux longing…or was it? Did he simply desire power over the prince? No, in his own way, he found the older man attractive. Schnitzel bore all of the grace of nobility and all of the beauty of any Adonis. It was no wonder that his baron was so attracted to him. There was no doubt that the prince was a fine comparison to any deity.

Lingering on the thought, he pushed the elder man's head into his own, capturing his lips in a sweet, passionate kiss. The prince returned the kiss with just as much passion and wrapped his arms around the young boy in a gentle embrace as his blue-rings eyes fluttered shut.

Yayoi attempted to tear his gaze away from them in shame and sorrow, but his face was jerked harshly towards the two. The baron closed his eyes, even if part of him desired to know the fate of his prince, he dared not to watch. Burning the images into his mind would only hurt him further, no matter how much he thought he deserved it for the burdens he had caused, not just for his prince, but his country as well.

Pulling away from the kiss, the boy spoke words that brought continual dread to the baron's senses. "Now, take off your clothes. I want you to finish showing me that desire of yours."

"Yes, I will obey only you," Schnitzel replied as his long, white coat hit the floor, followed by the belt, a vest, frilly undershirt and several other articles of clothing, taken off from the top down.

Nude, the prince stood before him, ready to accept whatever further orders the boy was ready to give. A placed smile crossed the youth's face. "Come here, and let me dominate you."

"Of course, you are far above me, master."

"Schnitzel…" Yayoi opened his pale blue eyes as tears flowed from them, a single bead of clear liquid freefell from his eye and shattered on the ground, just as his heart, the fragments dispersed and landed far from each other, unable to reform.

Schnitzel didn't truly want this.

This was rape.

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The large doors burst open loudly as a middle-aged man dashed through the room, his mid shoulder, white, curly hair bounced as he quickly made his way to an elaborate throne, crafted from the finest cherry wood and decorated in lavish designs and precious fabrics and metals. Stumbling up the stairs and nearly falling on his face, he threw himself down at the feet of the man seated before him.

"Your highness! It's been five hours since-" He began, but was cut off by the youthful and unamused voice of his superior.

"Do you have to rush in like that? Honestly, you make me look bad, and if it's about the suspicious aircraft that you detected in Mexico, I told you already that it was a flying airbase." An elbow was propped on one of the armrests of the throne as a young and beautiful man placed his hand to his cheek, resting it on his fingertips. A stressed look adorned his feminine face, bearing all of the beauty of French aristocracy. His platinum blonde hands fell to either side, as a single strand curved over his nose. Light blue eyes stared at the elder man looking as if he were put out by simply hearing his voice.

"This isn't about that, sir," the aged man sounded urgent on the matter, as he remained on his hands and knees. "I really think there is something wrong."

"Yes, I am annoyed and stressed out. It is horrible on my skin." The narcissistic figurehead frowned. Stress was something that did not become him, especially when he tried so hard to achieve a flawless, pale beauty that was worthy of any royalty to wear.

"We've tried to get into contact with Prince Schnitzel and no one's answered back, your highness," the man reported as his gaze hit the floor; the chain from his monocle hung in a lax loop and swung back and forth lazily.

"Did you try to contact them in Japan or Neo Siberia?" The prince questioned.

"Both, sir. Reports on the Neo Siberia base say that he hasn't returned yet and onboard his flying aircraft, his troops are still on standby."

"I don't see why this is my business. I am not my brother's keeper," the prince sighed as he shut his eyes, long lashes brushed against his milky white skin.

"Your highness, something may be wrong." In fact, the white-haired man was sure that his prince was simply blowing the subject off. The gorgeous man before him often had a habit of blowing off large affairs, for whatever reason and at this moment in time, seemed more concerned with his looks than anything else.

There was no denying that he wasn't a stunning individual, and looked as if he had popped from a Renaissance romance book. He wore the look of any fine nobleman, with knee-length navy blue bloomers and white, knee length boots that held no speck of dust to them. The slender man, seeming so graceful and fragile in structure that he may break if a finger was laid upon him, also wore a dark blue coat with a frilly cravat and massive white frills that cascaded from the white cufflinks on either sleeve. Long, hip-length platinum hair was pulled into a low ponytail, held together with a large, blue bow. Cerulean eyes opened as the prince took a starch white, gloved hand from his face and tried to give the man an explanation of his personal thoughts, parting his thin, pink lips as he spoke. The only flaw on his skin, a mole beneath and to the right of his bottom lip that he fondly referred to as a beauty mark, moved with his words.

"Schnitzel is far stronger than I am, and he has twice the military power. What could be so wrong with that? I do well enough to keep up with my father's demands, so now I have to baby sit too? Oh, I don't have time for this," the gorgeous man continued to complain, but it was nothing for his subordinate. Good or bad, he put up with prince's high maintenance and superior, spoiled attitude.

"I beg your pardon, but you're so apathetic about all of this. I'm not the one who's worried." It was time that the prince knew of who exactly had given the orders.

"Oh, then who is? Is it Giselle? She's merely a sub-viceroy and a novice at that. What would she know?" Honestly, his younger sister worried far too much about minor things. Still, the prince remained stubborn. As the eldest of the Titannian siblings, he felt that it was hardly his job to watch over his younger brothers and sisters, especially since they were capable enough to go out on their own and expand their own axis. Everyone except Princess Giselle, who was merely fourteen and just experiencing life as a political figure but even she was capable and mature enough to function on her own.

Not to mention, Schnitzel was the most upstanding of all of them and lived up to King William's expectations far more than he did. It was a disappointment on his behalf, considering how much he wished to be his father's favorite, but it could not be helped. He was more than confident that someone with as much political and military power as his brother could handle himself. It had only been five hours and people were already acting like it's been five months.

"It's King William's message, Prince Prussia," the man stood as Prussia nearly gasped and recoiled into his throne, cerulean eyes widening.

"What? My father?!" Realizing that he had just blown off someone of the highest position, Prussia instantly ate every word of his complaints. Shock and fright graced the man's features. To ignore or shove aside word from his father was the ultimate crime and if word got back around, his punishment would be far from light.

"I knew that would get your attention," the white-haired man sighed. He had tried to tell Prussia that the matter was important; the prince simply was just too stubborn.

"What did he say?"

"If Prince Schnitzel doesn't appear within two months, then he's giving you the conquered land. We'll have to restation ourselves in the Fukuoka Prefecture on Kyushu," the white-haired man further informed his prince.

"Why there?"

"This is all King William's orders."

"All of that unstable land…" Prussia managed to whisper the words, sounding as if he were uneasy and a little afraid of venturing into the unknown land without any guarantee that he would not be assassinated.

"Prince Prussia, you are an established man and the only one aside from Nausiscaa to have a peaceful rule," his subordinate informed him of his reputation. A war-like environment like Japan wasn't something that Prussia would like, but the prince had built up his entire domain from unstable land, so he knew that he could handle it.

"I haven't expanded anything in a while, either. I just try to make allies, really," Prussia replied. He believed in having an area well controlled before simply expanding. The prince never wanted to take on a task too large, that he knew he could never handle. If that many people got out of control, then things would be far worse. His methods of ruling were very different than his other siblings. 'Father's orders…There really must be something wrong, but why would he send me into the problem? What did I do to piss him off, I wonder.'

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He smirked wickedly as he took claim of the prince's form, sliding in and out of him with force, drive and passion. It was not an act of love, it was an act of sheer dominance and a justifying sense of revenge for all of the inflictions Titannia had made on the world. They were nothing but parasitic eyesores.

This was merely a sadistic pleasure of the flesh. To claim the second crowned prince in such a way, to see him on his hands and knees, prostrated before him in submission made him giddy. He wanted to laugh out loud in hysterics at his own sick achievements.

Schnitzel was beneath him, moaning in pleasure as a faint blush airbrushed his cheeks as he clutched his bloodstained coat, which reeked with the smell of death. His hands clenched tightly as he tried to stifle back another moan as the Japanese boy pleasured him, massaging his prominent hip bones and he continued to move inside of him, sending waves of pleasure throughout his form.

Blue ringed eyes opened slightly as he stared blankly at the fabric on his coat, splattered with the blood of Titannian and Japanese soldiers alike.

"How does it feel?" The dominating boy asked in between pants as sweat glistened from his body. "To be raped of everything you once had. Not even your body belongs to you anymore." He threw his head back and stared at the ceiling with a smile. "You belong completely to me."

"Everything I have is yours…I understand," Schnitzel agreed in a tired voice as he rested the side of his face on his coat. It was a better alternative than resting it on the hard, cold floor.

'Oh, Prince Schnitzel…' Yayoi thought to himself as his head was held. He couldn't keep his eyes closed, the noises were worse than the nightmarish event that took place before him. He'd rather look than listen with no image to go off of.

"Long live Titannia!" The male let out a loud, maniacal laugh as he thrust into the prince a final time, releasing inside of him as he threw his form back, crystalline droplets of sweat were flung from his body and landed like liquid diamonds on the floor. "Now…" He smiled as he lay back on the floor. "Go and get cleaned and dressed. Don't put on that princely garb either. You are below me." Chocolate eyes then looked to one of the guards. "Fushinaga, go and dress him in something appropriate."

The man bowed and obliged as the nude prince stood. His body was tired as he panted heavily. The last quivers of an orgasm rushed through his senses and his legs wobbled a bit from the intense pleasure that befell him. If he were in his right sense, he would think it undignified to have a fault in his prestigious step.

"Before you go, tell me who you thought of while you were being pleasured? Who means more to you than anyone else in the world? Who do you adore?" A smile widened on his face as the mysterious boy waited with baited breath upon hearing the obedient prince utter his name, but all of his suspense would fall short of happiness when he received an answer that made him feel as though his greatest defeat was his greatest downfall.

"Oh…Yayoi…" The prince uttered absent-mindedly.

Even while possessed, this man still had love for that wretched baron.

The very thought sickened him. It made his stomach acid bubble in his throat, nearly to the point of chocking on it.

"What?" Yayoi whispered. He could hardly believe that Schnitzel has uttered such a thing. After everything that happened, after his act of terrorism against Titannia…Beneath it all, the prince truly loved him. Even if the man was possessed, through it all, he was still in sight of what truly made him happy. To Schnitzel, Yayoi was his most treasured thing, and it made the baron's heart flutter to be told so.

"Go dress in the strait jacket and await your punishment. You annoy me," the mysterious boy spoke with a deep-set frown of displeasure. Schnitzel blankly agreed as he was lead from the room by Fushinaga.

Glancing to the baron, the boy ordered him to be executed, and made the remark that the puppet prince could not possibly love someone who was dead. Fuming to himself, the youth closed his eyes in irritation. 'Seems he's fighting off my possession. It won't be too long before he's aware of things again. I'll have to beat him into submission.'

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Kanon leaned against the door frame of the ship, blood still oozing from her wound, although it had slowed greatly since she'd been shot. At the sound of the electronic door, one of the staff on board turned around and uttered her name in question, before seeing her wound and uttering 'oh my God' in horror.

Several more staff members rushed to the countess' side as she was plagued with questions.

"Are you alright?"

"What happened in there?"

"Where's Prince Schnitzel?"

"Is there a hostage situation?"

Before she could open her mouth to utter a single word that resembled an answer, the room spun and everything turned black as the woman's knees gave out from under her and she fell downward, fainting from exhaustion and blood loss. One of the soldiers caught her before she could slam into the ground and shouted her name in exclamation.

XxXxXxXx

Schnitzel's head made contact with the ground for the second time as a pair of angry hands strangled him and kept flinging his head around slamming it into the unforgiving floor below him.

The boy straddled him with his knee on his stomach as cold, chocolate eyes flung ocular daggers at his body, piercing his form many times. "You spoiled, rich bastard! I don't fancy favoritism! You belong to me!" Enraged, he shouted at the prince as he continued to slam the possessed man into the ground. Schnitzel gagged and coughed beneath his cruel grasp, choking on his own saliva. His body could barely move as the rings around his navy irises glowed brightly, reminding him that there was no escape from his possession.

Shakily, the battered man tried to reach up to grab his assailant's arm, but he lost his strength to the possession and it fell limply to the floor. "You good for nothing prince. You hardly make a suitable servant," his master criticized as he placed two shackles above either of his elbows and hooked them behind his back, so it drew his elbows back painfully. He then sat a hand on the prince's back and shoved him to his knees as he stood in front of him, unzipping his jeans and letting his pants fall as he looked upon the elder man with disapproval.

"Now, you will please me again and do it right," he harshly grabbed his head and shoved it into his crotch, forcing the regal man to give him a blow job. The act went on for a good forty-five minutes and his captor was very rough and merciless towards his slave. He barely gave the other man any time to breathe and forced his head all the way down when he came, just so he could have the satisfaction of seeing the prince choke on his seed.

When he was done with the regal man, he simply shoved him aside, as a child would carelessly toss aside a broken toy. He hit the ground on his side, the shackle on his right arm cutting into his skin painfully as his bangs shaded his eyes and a stream of his master's fluid ran down the corner of his mouth as he panted lightly, a thin layer of sweat adorning his face.

The jacket felt hot, even if his arms weren't wrapped around himself. Schnitzel would rather have that, than the miserable handcuff-like shackles. He flinched in pain as his blank eyes fell to the floor as small words trailed from his mouth. "It hurts…"

"It should. It's not supposed to feel good. That's why it's punishment. Royal breeding is pathetic. Nothing but a bunch of physically weak people. They can do nothing to help themselves. I hope you enjoy being my sex slave, that's all you're going to get. Be lucky I find you attractive in the least bit or you wouldn't even get that," his master scowled. "It will be interesting to see how King William will take the news that someone has crushed the strongest link in his little chain."

Just trying to imagine the king's reaction brought him joy and amusement. Watching the royals scamper around like confused ants was interesting. No doubt they would send another viceroy to replace Schnitzel, and the thought amused me as to which one they would chose. He had already taken the strongest one, and made him his slave.

This would be most interesting.

XxXxXxXx

Prussia kneeled before a man who stood tall and distinguished before him. He could only see the back of the man before he bowed his head and placed a hand over his chest. "Yes father, I understand," the prince obliged at the booming voice of his superior spoke.

"I want you to station in Kyushu and take possession of Schnitzel's domain. If he is not found, nor does he come back within a five month period, then I want you to wage war on Japan," the man instructed firmly as he placed his hands behind his back, and stood erect and proud.

"Wage war? Father, I detest wars-" The very thought filled his mind with dread, but he knew his father wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Don't complain. You should be a more active ruler, as you brother was. As eldest of the Cossattia family, you should be upholding an area of conquest as large as Schnitzel's, if not larger; being a kind leader will only get you assassinated. Think of your brother. Would you not want revenge for his death?" The king questioned his son on the matter. Prussia was the kind of man who'd stop a parade for an injured bird that lies in the middle of the road, pick up the bird and let the parade move on. Someone like that was merely a target of some rebel assassin. Prussia needed to toughen up and remember what it was like to fight for the land he ruled over.

"I'd like to believe that he isn't dead. I have more faith in Schnitzel than that. He has to be alive. I know it, and I'll find out what's going on. If I must get blood on my hands then so be it. Even I know that in order to achieve peace, blood must be shed." As much as the realization was not one he wanted to accept, Prussia knew of his fate, and he would move onward to Japan. If there was any way that his brother could be alive, he was going to find it.

…To Be Continued