Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Protocol Lessons ❯ Lesson 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Protocol Lessons

a story of the Silver Millennium

-1

A blonde chibified head poked cautiously around the marble column, wide blue eyes blinking, a quick check confirmed, yes the hallway was indeed empty and the super-deformed general scurried to the next corner column giggling like a maniac. There was a slight `pop' as he returned momentarily to his everyday form. The man, now observed to be in his mid teens frowned in concentration and he wavered back into his smaller, less easily observed (much easier to sneak in ), form.

Once again the chibi blonde carefully checked the hallway for occupancy. From here there was just one more corner and he was in the refuge of his suite and no one, not even his almighty commander, would be able to get him. Well… not without significant time, effort, pain and loss of hair anyway.

At the sight of the clear hallway the little general did a small victory dance and scampered around the corner… Only to run into a broad chest coming in the opposite direction. The result? One general on the floor, non-chibified and in pain.

“Itai…”

The elegant and very imposing white haired man looked down at the wincing blonde and remarked to his companion, “And here is Lord Jedite now your highness. Looking for me to start our lecture no doubt.”

The dry humour was there but you had to know the other man quite well and look very hard to find it.

Jedite looked up from his seat on the cold stone floor and gave an undignified wail. The young prince suddenly found himself with a new adornment around his neck.

“Endy-sama!! Save meeeee! I don't wanna go! Don't make me go! It's a fate worse than death I tell you! Please… SAVE ME!!”

By the end of this rather loud statement the prince found his supposed protector grovelling at his feet with a firm hold on each of his ankles.

He snorted, “Really Jedite. It's not that bad.”

The commanding officer of the Prince's Royal Guard lent down and disentangled his subordinate from the boy he was assigned to protect… not beg for assistance. Holding the blonde general by the back of his collar he began to walk down the hallway away from the residences and towards the teaching wing.

The blonde he carried shot his prince a glare that bespoke betrayal of the worst form and as he sniffed back crocodile tears he wailed back down the hallway.

“Yes it is! You've never had to put up with Kunz trying to teach you PROTOCOL!”