Emperor\'s Bride

Disclaimer: I don\'t own Gravitation, but if I would....
Pairing: main Ry/Ta slight S/Y Eiri/Kitazawa
A/N: Heyyyyyyyy
It\'s been a while, ne? Yea I know, I\'m lazy and damn writer\'s block got me again in the middle of the chapter. But I finished it and now that my great beta did her work too it\'s ready to be updated. You didn\'t think that I wouldn\'t update again, did you? If yes, than I\'m very sad! Don\'t you trust me?
Before I give you peace to read the chapter I wanted to thank my beta for helping me with the title!!!
And now enjoy:


Remembrance




There hadn’t really been much that Suguru had thought of to do to comfort
Shuichi. The young servant didn’t have a clue of what had happened in the
bath hall just a short while ago, and neither did his servant boyfriend. They
just looked at each other as Shuichi silently walked away after a while of
hugging and crying. The pink haired boy’s features seemed limp and his
shoulders hung while the heavy pants coming from Shuichi could be heard.
The early sunshine threw itself through one of the big windows in the
corridor, making Shuichi’s shrinking form, that was fading away, glow in the light.


“Why is he so upset?” Hiro asked while he wrapped an arm around the smaller
servant\'s shoulder, bringing him closer to his body. But the green haired boy
just shook his head and looked at the door, which led up to the noble’s bath
hall. “I wonder ..” he whispered quietly so that the long haired young man by
his side wouldn’t hear him.


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Eiri wanted to scream, wanted to throw things against the wall. He really
did. How had he managed to be so damn stupid? If he had just had a little
more patience with the boy. But then, why should he have patience with the boy
when the pink haired baka’s job was to serve him. Which didn’t
mean to just serve him like bring him something, no, it also meant to pleasure him as well. And even if the boy was a virgin, that wasn’t his problem. So why hadn’t he just taken the boy. He would have done
this with any other “servant” too, so why not with this boy? The prince
sighed, already tired of these questions. He dressed fully, telling the
servant that had been in the bath to help him, to bring him towels and to
never ever tell anyone what he had seen here, and left.

The air in the big corridors of the palace was way cooler, than in the hot
climated bath hall; or maybe he just imagined this. Eiri threw his hair back
that fell over his eyes, every second, and stormed in the direction of his
rooms. Actually his father had wanted to speak to him when he was getting ready for his bath, but he really didn’t feel like getting shouted at for whatever was wrong, or did wrong. Sometimes the prince wished he could just
live like his younger brother, with no worries, screwing everyone he wanted.
Eiri smirked at this thought. It wasn’t like he didn’t screw whom he wanted,
it was just that his father complained about it every time someone told the
rumor that the prince had, had another one. “It’s not what a prince should
do. A prince should study, train and concentrate on becomming a good
emperor!” Yeah right, his father’s wishes.

Eiri locked the door to his rooms behind him, feelings a lot more
comfortable with the thought that no one could just walk in on him, like his
brother, who was very fond of doing just that. The young man looked around his
room. It was his favourite room to be in, his favourite bedroom to be
exactly; it was his room after all! It had this wonderful comfortable bed that stood on a wooden platform, expensive carpets from other countries, a little desk and of
course many books on shelves that were on every wall [1]. Eiri didn’t know why but books were important to him. When he had been a young boy nobody had had really
time for him, especially after his mother had died. So he would just sit day after day and read, dreaming of other worlds that his novels brought to his attention.

The young prince went over to the big window that lightened up the room. He
let his gaze travel over the big garden in front of his room, on if the
bigger ones around the palace’s area. There were trees everywhere and a
little lake too. Sakura petals lay on the ground, making it seem almost pink. When
he had been younger Eiri remembered that he had played in this garden very
often, along with his brother. But time went and he hadn’t really had
time to play anymore.

The prince sighed again and leaned his forehead against the glass of the
window, it felt cold. He watched as new petals were carried in the air by the
wind, dancing across the ground. And with the pink colour of the petals the
thoughts of the pink haired boy came again. He realized he often thought of the pink haired servant. Eiri smirked at that thought. Ever since he had visited the boy in his
room the other day he just couldn’t seem to find something that didn’t
remind him of the baka. That baka that had made him very angry, angry with
himself. Eiri bit his lip. He had to think about the things that had
happened in the bath, and the chills the sight of the boy had gave him. The young prince cursed himself. He never had thought about a person this way. He had slept with many people, yeah, he had thought about sleeping with a guy before, just to
annoy his father, but none of these people had left his life without a second glance, no thoughts or regrets. He never had wasted time in thinking about his bed mates, and yet …… He hadn’t even slept with the boy, yet, and he couldn’t think straight,
couldn’t even create a proper excuse for his actions. He had given the boy a
blow job, something he had sworn himself to never do again. Never ever.
Not after …..

The blonde haired prince shook his head hard and pressed himself away from
the window. Anger aroused. He hadn’t thought about that time a
few years ago in over a month now. And now he had thought about it, again. It
was all this pink haired whore’s fault. To bring him to do something like
this, to lower himsef to kneel in front of a little boy and ….. But then
again, he hadn’t thought about it when he had done it. In fact all he
was thinking about was the little noises the brat had made, the shy pants, and
moans, not to mention\'s the baka\'s unsteady heartbeat. The sweat tickling over the perfect skin, his thighs, and other parts of his body as well.

Eiri sat on the bed, looking around his room. He felt something, something
strange when he thought about the moment, the moment that hadn’t happened to
long ago. The moment in the bath hall. A strange feeling. The prince
knew it was familiar to him, he knew he had felt it, but he didn’t want it.
The boy was nothing, nothing really. Just a whore like the many others. And
yet he couldn’t keep his thoughts of him …….


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“Shuuuuu!!! Shuichi, where are your?” Ryuichi shouted through the room he
shared with his friend, but it was empty. The older boy blinked a few times.
He had looked everywhere but Shuichi was gone, like he never had been here.
His clothes that he had worn the day before were gone too. So, problably
someone had taken them, some servant maybe. But that didn’t explain where
Shuichi was. Ryuichi frowned. He had just been gone for a little while, to explore the palace a little bit while his friend was still asleep. So maybe Shuichi
had woken up and decided to do the same thing. Yeah, that would be it.

Ryuichi left the room again. He wanted to find Shuichi and show him this
wonderful garden he had found. So, where would he be if he was a pink haired
boy?

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Shuichi guided himslf through the corridors, not really watching were he was going. He wanted to go to his and Ryuichi’s room again, but he seemed lost. He didn’t care either. He just wanted to be alone. No, not really. He wanted Ryuichi to be here. His friend could do wonders in cheering a person up again. But then again, the young boy didn’t feel like anything could cheer him up now. He felt like the biggest idiot on the whole planet. How could he have expected the prince to just want to kiss him. The
prince wasn’t a little boy anymore and it had been obvious what the young
man had wanted.

But it wasn’t right, was it? They weren’t married yet, so he couldn’t do
these kind of things with the prince. But he had done somethings with
the prince. Then again ….. Argh, it confused him so much. What was right and
what wasn’t? Ryuichi had told him once that there weren’t any rules in the
game of love, but Shuichi hadn’t felt comfortable with the thought of him
and the prince doing “it”. He liked the kisses, the caresses, the touches,
and he ….. The pink haired boy blushed like mad at the thought of what the
prince had done to him. Sure, he had imagined what it would be like if
someone did this, touched him like this, but thoughts were nothing compared
to the real thing.

And now the blond haired god hated him, hated him because he was to damn
prude. Why had’t he forced himself into doing it, then everything would have been
okay. Shuichi knew he would have liked it, but ……


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Life sucked, it definitiely did. Life sucked if you were a prince, even if you aren\'t the heir. Life sucked if you were a prince, and if you were in love. Life sucked if you were a prince in love with someone he just met. Life sucked if you couldn’t even imagine to see the one you have fallen for ever again. Yeah, life sucked if it was like this. But Tathsua refused to let his life suck this much. He wanted to be optimistic, to believe that he would find his browned haired angel again. But that was difficult if you lived in an oversized palace, with more than thousand rooms and big gardens. So it
sucked to be optimistic. It really sucked if the one thing you really wanted got away from you before your very eyes.

Maybe he was over reacting, but Tatsuha really felt like banging his head
against something hard. He has looked for a few hours now, yeah, hours, and
hadn’t even got the slightest clue of where to look for his love. He had asked a few
servants if they had seen someone with sikly brown hair and wonderful blue
eyes like the ocean. But people were mean creaturs and had told him that there
wasn’t someone like this in the palace. But the younger prince refused to
believe that he had just imagined it. Hell, he would find his angel, even if
it was the last thing he did. So maybe it would be the last thing he did because
looking for one special person in one very big palace could take a little
more time.

It wouldn’t be so difficult through if someone helped him. But who? It
wasn’t like he had many friends, and his brother ….. no, his brother would
just yell at him, or laugh at him. Tathsua sighed. Somehow it was sad that
he couldn’t talk to his brother anymore. There had been a time when he had
talked with his older brother about everything. He had adored Eiri and had
wanted to become like him when he was older. But then his time had
ended sudenly with the death of Eiri’s private teacher that he had, had back
when he was younger. Tatsuha never really understood what had happened, but it had caused his friendship with his brother to end dramatically. It had been the end.

Tatsuha shook out these thoughts. He would never find his angel if he wasted
his time with this. He had thought about these things already, he had tried
to talk with Eiri about all of it, but it never had ended in something good.
The young prince made his way through the big hall he was in. He wanted to
go to the library, maybe he would find his new found love there. He didn’t know
what exactly kept his thoughts with this person he hardly knew, but it was
just there. This was a feeling that wrapped itself around him and didn’t let
him go, wouldn’t let him go. It was like his whole being had waited for
this, as if his whole life, all the people he had met, all the things he had
done, had just been some kind of foreplay, prepairing him for this, for this
one person his universe seemed to be about. Tatsuha had never considered himself poetic, but at the thoughts and images of this beautiful face he felt like writing it all down in poems.

The prince wished fate would just let him bump into this person again, but then
he knew this would never happen. Tatsuha didn’t consider himself as a very romantic person, and so he didn\'t really consider his incounter fate. The young boy had learned early
in his life that nobody would help him when he needed help. There would be
people who wanted to help when he didn’t need help, but there wouldn’t be
anyone when he needed something.

Not wanting to pity himself anymore the raven haired prince made his way
slowly to the library. He looked in every room he walked by, hoping that his desired one was behind one of these doors; but he never was. When the prince
finaly was in the library he felt a feeling of hopelessness consuming him and
wrapping itself around him.

The library was a very bright room with big windows everywhere and big book
shelves surrounding the huge room. Tatsuha watched a few
students burried in their books. His father always said that just intelligent
peoples could make it in this worlds, so he wanted to become the most intelligent in his counrty, including his sons. The emperor let special students come to the palace and live there, and study in the library. Tatsuha smirked, he would make his father the happiest person in the world if he studied as much as the students there, but then again, his father didn’t
really care much about him, since he wasn\'t the heir of the throne.

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Eiri laid on his bed and looked up at the ceiling, as if to master it. His
thoughts made him sick. Slowly, but they did. He had to think about it,
again. Something was still there, some of this feelings, and they forced him
to think. To remember …..

*~* A young boy, not much older than fourteen with shining blond hair and
glowing golden eyes walked through the big garden that lay under his window
of his favourite bedroom. The sun was just about to hide behind the
mountains again, letting the sky glow red and orange, causing the light to play
over the ground. He had to meet his father, the wise emperor of a country, that
he loved more than anything in this world. His mother had told him once
that a young prince had to love his counrty to death; that everyone had to
because it was where they lived, where they would live until their death. The
young prince tried to love his country like his mother had told him and
like his father expected from him.

He met his father in the big main hall of the palace, where there were wooden columns. His younger brother and he often use to play and hide behind the columns when he was younger. His strict father was already there, together with two other men. One of them Eiri knew just to
well. It was his personal adviser, Touma. Actually he was his father’s adviser, but Touma always helped the young prince so much, that he felt the older man was his adviser too. The other man that stood to his father’s right wasn’t familiar. It was a young man too, with darker blond hair and kind eyes. He seemed to be a trustoworty person; he was one of those people that you just trusted right away. You don\'t even know why, it just happens that way. “Eiri, this is you new teacher, Kitazawa – san will teach you from now on and I don’t want to hear that you don’t behave well my son” Eiri just nodded. He couldn’t help but stare at his new teacher. He felt his cheeks turn hot, but he didn’t know why. He loked at the young man that
stood in front of him and smiled to him, and a warm feeling wrapped itself
around Eiri, it seemed to shake him*~*

The grown up prince shook his head and sat up straight in his bed. He looked
out of the window and watched as a few birds flew by. The young man covered his
eyes because of the blinding sunshine and wished he were one of the birds so he could
fly away too. Fly away from a dead man.

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“Juhu, angel angel angel, were are you? Come come come come come”

Tatsuha felt like the biggest idiot in the world, but he didn’t know what to
do anymore. He wanted his little obsession and he wanted him now. Like a
upset child he began to pout and look around. He was in the hall again,
trying to catch his little angel with stupid shouts. Some servants already
had looked at him with some kind of pity in their eyes. They didn\'t want to believe their young prince had gone crazy, but it was true. He really was going crazy. He felt
like a true idiot trying to make something appear but in the end it didn\'t work. He hadn’t found his angel to begin with, so the real “work” needed to begin.

Tatsuha went up to one of the big windows that showed the big garden. The sun blinded him at first so he had to shut his eyes for a short ime. When he opened them again he thought his heart would freeze on the spot. There he was, his brown haired angel, in the garden, not
far away from him, standing under a huge sakura tree and playing with the
petals that fell to the ground. Tatsuha felt like he couldn’t really believe
this. Such things didn’t happen in real life, that you search for the
one you love and find him seconds after. Okay, so it had been hours, but it
was still unreal to him.

All the prince knew was that he had to get to his angel as soon as he could.
Maybe jumping out of the window was the fastest way, but he couldn’t really
imagine that he would be in one piece if he did this. So...that was out of the questions.
Before the prince knew it he ran, ran as fast as his legs could take him.
His heart felt like bursting, now with the hope of seeing his angel
again, after, what he thought, a very long time. He almost knocked some
servant over in his hurry, but he couldn’t really mind. When he finally had
the sight of the door that let into the garden in front of him, he slowed
himself again. He didn’t want to burst into the garden and maybe frighten
the beautiful creature that had taken over his heart in one quick afternoon.
Or had it been noon? He didn’t really remember. It was not as if it was
important.

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It just was such a wonderful day. The sun warmed his skin as he tried to
catch the pink petal that fell from the tree. Ryuichi sighed. He wanted to
find Shuichi, he really did. But then he had walked past the garden again
and he hadn’t been able to not visit it shortly. Somehow he was a little
worried about his pink haired friend. Shuichi wasn’t the type that just suddenly gets up and goes away. He was, yeah, but not Shuichi. Deep in thought, Ryuichi didn’t notice the figure that appeared behind him. He just watched as new petals were thrown in the other direction by the strong wind.

“Angel, here you are again!” A cheery voice brought Ryuichi back from his
thoughts and as he turned around he looked into a air of familiar blue eyes
that seemed deep like the night sky. The young man felt like his cheeks got
hot just by the sight of those eyes. Wonderful eyes. Quickly Ryuichi
recognized the young man. He had met him before, not long ago, and they
had a wonderful time. Ryuichi remembered the kisses, caresses, touches
of the skilled young man hands; he also remembered how he had moaned when the black haired stranger had tried to remove his clothes as quick as he could. Ryuichi
couldn’t help but giggle. It had been fun.

“What’s so funny? You remember me, don’t you?” The deep voice suddenly
seemed small and frightened, as if the young man feared that Ryuichi
wouldn’t remember. Actually he liked it, this little play that formed itself
in his mind. Ryuichi went up to the taller young man and looked him in the
eyes. He didn’t know why, but there was something between them, like gravitation, something that drove him to the other boy. Ryuichi had felt it the other day, when they had quickly kissed and touched each other, as if the world was about to end. Ryuichi laid one hand on the smooth chest of the black haired boy and began to play with one of the buttons from the silky
fabric that covered his body. The taller young man blushed slightly, making
Ryuichi giggle. He hadn’t expected him to blush.


“You know that I know who you are. I mean, it’s not as if I could forget.
Things moved pretty quickly between us the other day...” Ryuichi whispered. He knew that he may look very innocent, but he could play these kind of games well. He
had played this game before and was quite a natural at it. His elder partner
felt heat rise up in his boy. The little thing that he called his angel
turned into a very hot devil now, even his angel\'s gaze was different. His
wonderful ocean blue eyes was soon filled with lust, instead of innoncence. Or did he
just imagine that? Neither of them knew why, or how, but something brought
them together. They had both felt it the other day, when a simple kiss had
lead into something even more intimate, something hotter. Now it seemed to be the
same

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Tatsuha couldn’t really help it. He brought one of his hands to the smaller
boy’s thigh, that was still covered by clothing. He began to stroke it in
regular circles, his gaze never leaving the pretty boy’s ocean blue eyes that
responded to his stare. The world stood still, like as it had frozen, when Ryuichi let
his other hand rest on Tatsuha’s chest too, his cheeks beginning to glow
pink and his eyes sparkling. Their faces moved nearer to each other
and a sudden wind rustled their hair and clothing. Tatsuha leaned forward a little to
reach better. He could feel Ryuichi’s breath on his skin now, he could feel the
tiny pants coming from his angel. He never felt this kind of feeling, this
feeling of an explusion forming itself in his chest so soon. Their lips
touched, slightly at first. Than Tatsuha couldn’t wait and he pressed his
lips hard against Ryuichi\'s soft ones. They caressed each other’s lips, till Tatsuha had Ryuichi’s upper lip between his and he sucked at the
other’s mouth. Ryuichi suddenly let his tounge drive out and lick at
Tatsuha’s lips till the other boy’s tounge joined his. Their tongues met in Ryuichi’s
mouth were a heated fight of dominance took it’s way. Finally Tatsuha won
and he began to explore the other boy’s moist cavern, wanting to feel
everything, every taste the other had to offer, everything the boy was. He
caressed the familiar tongue, teasing it to move along his. After a few minutes neither of them could hold their breathes any longer and they
parted. Tatsuha wanted to taste Ryuichi again when he felt a long, slender
digit on his mouth that stopped him. The prince looked into teasing blue eyes
that seemed to glow. “Could you manage to find that one room with the big bed again?” an innocent voice asked, making the prince shudder with excitement.


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The raindrops were fell against the big window in the young prince’s
room. The childlike prince sat at his desk, reading like always when a sudden knock on the door brought him back to reality. He always seemed to fade away when he read, like he was in a different world. The blond haired boy stood up and went to the big door and opened it. In front of him stood his new teacher, Kitazawa–san. The pink
spread across his cheeks again making the prince feel embarrassed. He hoped
his teacher couldn’t see it. They hadn’t really spoken much during dinner,
though Eiri had the feeling that his teacher had wanted too.


“May I come in?” a calm voice asked. Like a doll Eiri moved away to let the
young man come in. He imagined he could hear his heartbeat as the teacher came into his room, almost brushing against him with his arm. “I wanted to talk to you, since we hadn’t really gotten a chancetoo earlier.” The young man with the dark blond hair looked around the room with a small smile on his face. Eiri soon followed into his room. He didn’t want to stand by the door like an idiot. But with every inch he made
in his new teacher\'s direction he felt the heat rising up in his chest.
“You have many books. That’s good. I love books!” The young man turned to
Eiri again, showing his greatest smile to the young prince, who felt like
the room was spinning at the moment

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The young prince sat up on his bed, his breath was heavy. He felt the need to run out of his room. Why did these memories have to come back now? Why now? He had, had thoughts about it, hell, he had thought about it nearly every minute of the day. But he hadn’t pictured it in a long time...it was more like he hadn’t pictured him
in a long while.


“Fuck you, dead bastard”


A/N: Ahhhhh, isn\'t that mean? When you read the part with Tathsua and Ryuichi you might get the idea that there would be a lemon in this chapter. But that\'s for later, sorry!!!


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