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Fairytale in Blue	By : Meirav Category: +S to Z > X/1999 Views: 1578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not own X’s characters. What
I do with them is my business alone!

Loreline Town and Land
is all mine.

Author’s Thanks: to my beta Kitsunia –whimper- who’s going off to japane….that
lucky, lucky thing…WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

Author’s notes: Yes I’ve got about six
other ongoing fics on my hands, yes I’ve already got
an AU (two AUs if you count New World) but this
story’s been bugging me to be written and so I granted it’s
wish. besides, this one is a lemon ficcie
(as you will see in future chapters, tee hee)
and….uh….just enjoy it okay?!

Warnings: uh…one dirty word….and slight
crack content. Only slightly. A hint
of sexual harassment but nothing more. Not yet anyway, this will go deep
into the M district in future chapters.

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Fairytale
in Blue

Chapter 1 – the Princess

Once upon a time in a land far, far away…

The brilliant rays of mid spring sun shone down on the
royal carriage as it rolled smoothly through the beautiful streets of Loreline Town.

Everywhere it went the people roared and cheered,
waving their hands, sending kisses and blessings to the princess within. Some
even threw rose petals on the ground the carriage will cover soon.

They lined up at the sides of the road and cheered for
their favorite monarch and future queen “Kamui-hime,
Kamui-hime, Kamui-hime”
they chanted with hearts full of love and pride.

The princess, unable to hold back her joy at such a
warm welcome, popped her head out of her carriage’s window and waved back to
the crowds.

Hers was a beautiful face, small and slightly pointy
with high cheekbones and a cute little button nose. Her eyes, as they were
documented in hundreds of ballads and stories, were big and well shaped,
shining in the unique color of violet.

The wind swept her delicate shining black hair as she
greeted the crowds, waving behind her magnificently like only the finest, most
well cared for hair could.

The princess was wearing her favorite crown, the
silver one with bright blue opals that often caught the light to shine in the
same brilliant violet as her eyes.

She wore her favorite dress; a big velvet lilac mass
with big black lace frills at the end of its sleeves, its skirt’s hem, and a
lovely chaste neckline of black lace above her modest tiny breasts. To her long
delicate neck she wore a string of magnificent pearls.

The crowd adored her and often she had to crawl
through the carriage to the window on its other side and see the crowds
awaiting her there.

Inside the carriage her advisor sat, calmly sipping
his tea as the princess shook the carriage with her rampaging.

He couldn’t really help it could he? The crowds love
princess Kamui too much. Princess Kamui loved the crowds too much. He smiled
into his tea and took another sip before all this shaking and rattling makes
him spill tea on his precious pink jacket.

“Please hime, sit still for
a while, we’re almost there.”

Kamui turned big pouting eyes to her advisor. “But
Yutu-san, they want to see me.”

“Indeed they do but you’re royalty, you simply cannot
be seen the way you are at the moment.”

Kamui took her time to contemplate her position. She
was on her hands and knees on the bench, her big skirt’s fabric extensions
making her rear end stick out in the air peculiarly. She didn’t know it, but
her back was arched downwards so that in general she looked less like the
enthusiastic royal teen she was and more like a sex kitten.

Blushing and huffing, she sat on the couch and moved
from side to side while still on the bench.

Her advisor stiffened a giggle as he watched her move
awkwardly on the seat while glaring at him whenever she could.

The royal carriage was taking princess Kamui to the
very edge of Loreline Town, to the
poorer neighborhoods where they were to perform the Yearly Ceremony of Charity.

Each year the royal family would choose a charity
institution and vow to give it all its needs. The royal family never gave money
to individual poor, only to the institutions their citizens formed to help
those with lesser fortune and good luck.
For a whole year the royal family will give these institutions whatever
they needed, may it be food, money, furnishing or equipment.

This tradition was one of the many reasons why Loreline Land’s
citizens were so fond of their rulers. This and the fact that for centuries now
the family had had a long line of good-natured, clear minded, well mannered,
completely devoid of the madness of those in power, bright and intelligent
leaders.

The kingdom of Loreline had
gotten itself a reputation of a peaceful and thriving land, studied and envied
by the lands all around it.

Its army was well trained and well equipped, its
cities were rich and flourishing, its lands were
covered by either blooming agricultural fields or large magical forests, its
people never dissatisfied.

The kingdom of Loreline was also
one of the last of kingdoms to allow magical creatures in its territory, unlike
other lands that preferred to keep the unknown and unexpected out of its
territory.

The kingdom had a large forest at its center acting as
a reserve to all magical creatures fleeing from the other land’s persecutions.
Magical creatures were welcomed to walk the streets of the kingdom’s cities and
use its markets freely.

There was a drawback to this, of course, since
sorcerers and witches were also a part of the list of magical creatures.
Usually these would cause no problem since they dared not bite the hand reached
out to them in peace. No violent encounters happened between the magic wielding
community and the human ones in the whole history of Loreline since its Magic
Welcoming Law was passed.

But there was one sorcerer who did not yield to
peace’s serenity: The Great Black Wizard. He lived in his Black Castle hidden in
the mountain range behind the magical forest, coming out to harvest destruction
and murder amidst the kingdom’s citizens once in a while when the whim griped
him.

His evil, foul mood has become the stuff of legends
and for many centuries since the Law was passed he struck awe and fear in the
hearts of Loreline citizens.

Luckily for Loreline citizens the current royal high
magician has come to some sort of terms with the Black Wizard and once again
peace was achieved despite Black’s often threats and evil spells.

This was, of course, no concern of the princess. Not
today anyway, today was her day and she will enjoy it to the fullest!

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The royal carriage drove into the large neglected
courtyard at the town’s edge and came to a stop. Immediately
little boys and girls who cheered and shrieked with excitement at the visit
surrounded it.

The princess’s bodyguard descended from his seat by
the driver’s bench and opened the carriage’s door.

First the royal advisor descended, bowed to the
bodyguard, and waited for the institution’s welcoming party to arrive before he
could draw the princess out. The fact that he had to wait for them darkened his
good mood a bit; this was no way to treat royals!

“This place looks like a dump,” the bodyguard
mentioned as he scanned the shady huts, the almost toppling wooden structures
and the dirty, unpaved ground at their feet.

“Oh, is there danger in dumps Kusanagi-san?” Yutu
asked pleasantly.

The big man shook his head slightly and shrugged. “No,
I just think the princess might be dressed to flashy for this sort of place.” A
quick scan of the children’s dirty ragged clothes confirmed his uneasiness.

“Ah, she is royalty Kusanagi-san and royalties tend to
be overwhelmingly, nay, often awkwardly flashy.”

“Hey! Advisor!” The angry cry
came from within the carriage.

“I’m sorry hime,” Yutu
giggled.

“Just for your information I am wearing one of my
simpler dresses!”

Yutu sighed. “Yes you are your majesty, God only knows
you have dresses flashier then this one.”

The princess’ royal fashion advisor has been the one
whom the guilt of Kamui’s lately flashy fashion sense
was laid. Often Yutu heard Kamui’s personal servant
tidy her room after her while muttering how today’s dress
might knock the birds out of the sky with its overly made brilliance.

But the royal fashion advisor was a very talented
woman, she had befriended the princess and not only that but she was the high
wizard’s sister so there is probably no chance she will ever be replaced in the
near decade or two.

Finally, the institution’s welcoming part advanced
towards the royal carriage, scattering the children away shrieking and
giggling. They ran around like little maddened field hares and hid behind the
two men the welcoming party consisted of.

One of the men was a tall well built man with a simple
peasant’s cap turned backwards on his messy brown hair. There was a playful
glint in his eyes and a sneaky silly smirk on his lips. His skin was well
tanned, almost brown, and just as dirty as his ragged clothes. When he spoke to
the playful children hiding behind him a heavy southern accent could distinctly
be hear in his words.

The second man was the institution’s founder; a young
man in his late teens whom, despite his tender age, managed to form this place
from scratch.

He was taller then the southern man, as tall as the
princess’ bodyguard in fact and built almost as firmly as Kusanagi.

His dark red eyes were firm and powerful though their
somewhat dim light suggested that they saw many a sad painful things in their
short existence. His clothes were dirty and ragged as well but managed to pass
an air of importance. He was wearing a chest shield used for training that
looked like it was handed over from the army after an extremely vicious battle.
In his hand the man held a wooden practicing sword, which, along with the
shield, gave the impression that he was plucked from a training session.

All in all it seemed they didn’t expect the princess
and her men. Perhaps they forgot, after all, they were nothing but children
really. Yutu sighed.

The two men bowed at the royals. “Welcome to my humble
institution, it is an honor that you came here to see with your own eyes what
we’ve been working on for almost two years now. We thank you for choosing us as
this year’s charity institution. Please forgive the dirt and neglect of this place, we are short of many supplies as you can see.”

Yutu pulled the princess out of her carriage and
helped her to the ground. He winced at the sight of her precious pure silk
lilac shoes landing on the dirty ground.

The princess seemed completely ignorant of such
things. She was completely consumed by awe at the taller of the two men. She
beamed a great smile as her eyes scanned his body and a charming pink blush
covered her face.

“Your majesty.” The tallest
of the men bowed deeply. “Please bear the presence of these lowly men for the
visit’s time.”

“Lowly? Why lowly,” she mumbled back, still scanning
the man hungrily.

Yutu moved uneasily.

“My name is Monou Fuma and this is my number one man
Arisugawa Sorata.” The southern man bowed just as deeply.

The children silenced and copied their leader’s
actions.

“Please, let us walk around in our humble home if your
majesty has the patience for it.” Fuma gestured to the cluster of almost
toppling buildings behind him.

“After you, handsome,” the princess chirped back,
knocking the men around her into embarrassed shock.

Yutu scolded her for such language as soon as Fuma’s back was to them.

The princess royally ignored him. “So Monou-kun, if I
may call you that…”

“You may call me as you wish your majesty,” Fuma
answered in a leveled, calm and careless tone.

‘So I can call you My Little Sex Machine’ the princess
whispered, making Yutu cover her mouth and glare.

“What is this institution actually?” she asked
formally.

Fuma stopped the expedition at the entrance of a large
dojo where several teens could be seen sitting at the edges of the hall
observing a pair of teens who practiced sword fighting.

“This institution functions as a home for children and
teenagers who, in their spare time, find nothing but mischief and crime to pass
their time. We have here children who were kicked out of school due to reckless
behavior or low scores and have nothing to do to kill time.

We have orphans who could not bear to live in their
orphanages anymore, kids who already dwelled in the life of crime and wish to
pull themselves out of a lowlife’s pit. We give them a home, a job, a family,
food, shelter and much mental support.”

By his speech it was clear that Fuma was struggling to
sound formal and proper to cover his streetwise slang. He was a teen just as
the ones in the dojo after all and such a task as to welcome a royal party was
a bit over his head.

Not only that but if one will read better into his
behavior they could see that to Fuma this was a waste of time; he had far
better things to do.

“And what is it exactly do you teach these children,”
Yutu asked, noting the princess became quiet.

“We teach them how to become soldiers so that one day
they’ll either enlist in the national army or function as village guards and
watchmen.”

“Ah-ha, and why such an
occupation of all the skills one can teach these teens?”

“Because it is the one skill which can be taught in a
way that serves to channel these children’s aggressions, disperse their boredom
and consume their spare time efficiently. Also many of the less able children
find focused violence the only way to gain the skills they need to survive in
their neighborhoods and homes.”

“Impressive, quite, quite impressive,” the princess
spoke finally with a knowing smile.

She was, sadly, not referring to Fuma’s
institution’s goal but to something completely different: Fuma’s
pants were tight and a somewhat distinct budge could be seen in his crotch. For
those with a keen enough eyes and the mind for it, details of Fuma, which the
man surely did not wish to give away, could be clearly
made through the black fabric of his pants.

Fuma realized this and turned around to lead the
delegation around the rest of the courtyard.

“Round…round and firm,” the princess mumbled to
herself loudly, scanning the leading man’s buttocks.

Fuma threw a suspicious glare at her from across her
shoulder.

She straightened her gaze. “The
water tower! It looks very firm though it is very round.”

“We built it ourselves, even filled it ourselves,”
Sorata chirped at her, completely oblivious to what she really meant.

“Broad…well built…strong,” the princess mumbled once
more, referring to Fuma’s muscular back. “Uh, the
building over there,” she corrected herself, pointing at the two floored
building at the edge of the courtyard.

“Ah! That’s the barracks, it’s the only building made
of bricks. We built it with our own hands as well.” Sorata remained as clueless
as ever.

“Shall we go and have a look there as well princess?”
Yutu asked, glaring at the girl enough to melt her pretty little face off her
head.

“Oh yes please! I want to see your bedroom Fuma…bedroomS.”

Fuma sighed and grumbled various unrepeatable things
as he led the expedition into the brick made building.

Yutu placed his palms on Kamui’s
shoulders, reaching his forefingers to her neck and squeezing enough to pass
the message through that if she won’t start behaving herself he’ll choke her.

Kamui ignored him but calmed a little bit anyway. She
could feel she was not making Fuma any easier or more interested in her with
this kind of behavior.

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Two teens were just descending the stairway in the
barracks as the expedition climbed into the building.

One was a tall, white haired youth with extremely
ragged clothes hanging miserably on his slim frame. As he noted Fuma coming up
the stairs his uncaring eyes filled with light and life.

The other was a young girl accompanied by the
dirtiest, most flea-infested mutt the royal delegation had ever seen. The girl
looked very lively as she skip-hopped a bit dangerously down the staircase.

The two groups stopped as they noticed that either
could get to their destination while the other occupied the narrow stairway.

“Nataku, Yuzuriha, this is Kamui-hime
and her escorts. They’ve come here to give the yearly donation to this
institution, remember?” Now more then ever Fuma’s
still youthful behavior shone out as he desperately tried to make the two teens
behave formally.

Yuzuriha and Nataku stared at the three royals with
big amazed eyes. The Fuma’s glare hit them and they
hurried to the nearest floor to give way to the delegation.

Once they passed them, Nataku shrugged and finished
his descend to the courtyard.

Yuzuriha stayed behind and stared at Kusanagi who,
despite his job to follow the princess religious, found that he was unable to
move as this teen’s big eyes lay on him.

They stood in the hall in silence and stared at each
other for a few moments.

“Kyaaaaa!!!! I’ve
never seen anyone quite as big as you,” Yuzuriha suddenly shrieked merrily.
“Not even Fuma is as big as you are!”

She was right. From the moment he was born Kusanagi
has always been a big boy. He developed years ahead of the other children his
age and was quick to develop muscles to make him look even bigger and tougher.

He was not the rouge he appeared to be; in fact, he
was a gentle giant who used his power and powerful aura only when necessary. In
his heart he was as tender as the little girl before him.

And speaking of little girls he hadn’t seen one speak
to him since…well…forever. They either ran away from him shrieking or threw
stones at him thinking him some kind of a monster.

“Uh…thank you…little girl.”

Yuzuriha bounced on the balls of her feet and
collapsed to throw her arms around the filthy dog at her side. “Isn’t he big
Inuki?” she asked the dog, rubbing her cheek into his fur.

Kusanagi winced as a stain of muck from the fur
appeared on Yuzuriha’s cheek.

“Uh…I-Inuki is his name then?”

Yuzuriha nodded happily “Do you like my dog
mister…uh…what’s your name?”

“Shiyuu Kusanagi, madam.”

He made the girl burst into a wild giggling fit.
“Don’t call me madam! I’m Nekoi Yuzuriha! And this is
Inuki!!! Do you like him?” She managed to somehow grab the half-breed’s front
paws from the ground so it could ‘shake hands’ with Kusanagi.

Reluctant at the sight of the wolfish, huge, mixed
bred, flee infested, downright filthy canine, Kusanagi stared at the paws
offered for him.

But it would disappoint this girl if he didn’t pet her
dog wouldn’t it?

Kusanagi grabbed one of Inuki’s
paws and shook it warmly, watching the mutt’s protruding yellow canines
cautiously.

He ruffled the squalid dog’s head, scratching it
behind its grease and grime covered ears “That’s a good dog, that’s a very good
dog” he cooed trying not to wince as he spotted a flee leap from the ear to his
arm.

Yuzuriha shrieked happily. “You like Inuki!!!! Oh you
really like Inuki!!!”

“Yes, why won’t I? He seems like a good loyal dog…”

“He is loyal! He saved me from drowning once!”

“Oh!”

“Yes! That’s when I met him. My employer tried to get
rid of me and threw me in the river after he drugged me, but Inuki was there
and he pulled me out of the water!”

Kusanagi remained silent for a few overwhelmed
moments. It was not the fact that she, in her tender age, had already been to a
place where little girls can be disposed of so easily, it wasn’t the fact that
whatever employer she had tried to murder her so carelessly, it was the fact
that she was so lightheaded about it that struck Kusanagi speechless. He found
that he could only blink.

Luckily for him his delegation had just finished their
tour in the building and reached his floor. He bowed his apologies for
abandoning her, ruffled Inuki’s fur again and joined
in the group.

He turned his head back to see Yuzuriha stood in the
buildings’ entrance and waved her hand at him enthusiastically.

He wanted to cry for her. Or go and give her a big
warm hug. Or a kiss…what?

Kamui and Yutu had been struck into silence by their
tour to the barracks. The rooms they’ve seen were narrow, dirty, hardly
furnished and miserable looking. The teens and children in the rooms were just
as dirty and miserable looking.

And despite all that not a single soul they
encountered muttered as much as one word of complaint at their conditions! They
either praised Fuma for his loyal teaching or praised the institution for
pulling them out of the danger filled streets, life of crime, abusing parents or
sure death.

“Well, that is our tour here over then.” Yutu bowed
slightly at Fuma and Sorata. “Please make a list of the things you need, or a
sum of money that could serve your purposes and send it to the castle to
receive your charity.”

Fuma bowed deeply. “Thank you very much princess, in
the name of every child in this institution, thank you for choosing us this
year.” He bowed again.

The delegations waved their goodbyes and the carriage
began rolling out of the courtyard.

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“That was some behavior you showed in there Kamui-hime! What would your mother say about that?” Yutu scolded
Kamui as soon as they were out of the institution’s two men’s earshot.

“Forget about that now Yutu-san…” Kamui’s
eyes were heavy and sad as she looked out of the carriage’s window.

“Have you seen the state they’re living in? We have to
do more then just give them money for charity.”

“Perhaps we can lend them the royal builders to help
them shape the place up better.” Yutu was very pleased to see the princess
dragging her mind out of the gutter and thinking normal, mature and considerate
thoughts. The princess was known for her mischievous spells and her spoiled
behavior.

“No, more then that.” She hung
her beautiful big eyes in her advisor; they were tearful. “We need to get these
children completely out of those neighborhoods so that they’ll never again set
foot in such lowly conditions.”

Yutu nodded, sensing Kamui was in a very thoughtful
mood and making a note to himself to mention it to the queen who will surely be
very happy to hear it.

“I want to move them into the royal courtyard.” Kamui
straightened her gaze at Yutu again. Now it was hard and resilient.

“Into the royal courtyard?”

“Yes, near the training grounds of the royal guard
where they will get the best education for the skill they acquire. This way if
a child wishes to learn the craft of sword and shield making they can channel
their energies into those tasks. Seeing how we pulled them out of the gutter
for such a respectable job, they’ll not only be thankful, they’ll be loyal to
us and their crafts will surely be the best.”

“My, your majesty, you’re brimming with brilliant
ideas today! I shall put that offer up to his majesty today over dinner.”

“No, I will! It is my idea after all.”

“Very well hime-sama. I will
support your idea with all my might.”

Kamui stared out through the window again, scanning
the poor quarter of the town as they drove further and further away from it.

It was not only the sadness of the institution’s
condition that bothered her. It was Fuma and his behavior towards her. The man
had stuck a chord in her that hadn’t been struck before. She was falling in
love with him and he, as she could read by his careless behavior towards her,
didn’t seem to give a damn about her. He wasn’t even the slightest impressed
with her and surely she had worn one of her more charming outfits today and,
besides her little naughty hints, behaved herself as a sweet young girl. Why
had he given her such a cold shower?

“Ah hime-sama, I can see by
your eyes that it is not just the state of those children we saw today that
bothers you.”

Kamui turned her gaze to Yutu. She hated it when he
read her like that.

“It’s that Fuma man we saw today isn’t it?”

She looked out through the window again, slightly
frowning.

“May I say that in that department you almost brought
shame upon us all today. That was hardly what I call
correct etiquette.”

“Fuck the etiquette.”

“Such langue princess!” Yutu
folded his arms on his chest. “But seriously now; surely you can’t be thinking
of what I think you’re thinking.”

“And what am I thinking Yutu,” she spat back at him.

“You’re thinking thoughts that will not help you
continue the line of royalty members my dear. You’re thinking of that man in a
way that will ensure there will be no hairs to your thrown once you’re king.”

It was an ancient custom brought back to life when the
Black Wizard’s menace began looming danger on the royal family of Loreline.

At birth Kamui was announced a princess, a female heir
to the throne. All his life he has been brought up as a female; dressed as one,
talked of as one, spoken to as one. Kamui was a princess to everyone but his
parents, his advisor and his personal servant.

A prince might enrage the Black Wizard who, as it was
well known, wished to take over the throne and rule the land at his evil whim.

If Kamui was posed as a princess then the least the
Wizard could do was offer himself as a future husband and that could easily be
prevented.

When he’ll reach the age of twenty-one and hit
official manhood Kamui will be disclosed as a man and be allowed to marry a
woman. As soon as he is married he will receive the throne and control over
Loreline. By then it will be too late for the Black Wizard.

Until then, while he is still young and vulnerable,
Kamui was to be kept a princess.

Until now Kamui relished in the indulgence and
affection his statues as princess gave him: he was admired for his beauty,
loved and cared for by anyone who met him, allowed to dress in fancier
costumes, avoided the hunting travels his father had (which he hated because he
had a soft spot for animals) and was allowed to spend more time with his mother
who was a kind and loving person. As teens dawned on him Kamui had to wear a
pair of artificial breasts everywhere he went but that hardly bothered him. He
even got used to the high-heeled shoes he had to wear on official occasion.

Only now as it dawned on him that, despite the fact
that he was a princess in love with a man, it was to be forbidden and
preordained as a failure.

It made him want to cry. There wasn’t really anything
he could do to change the situation was there? Even if he tears away his
princess clothes it will give him no more freedom, only more scolding for going
against tradition and his family’s expectations of him.

Kamui laid his arm on the window edge and his head on
his arm, sighing deeply.

He wondered what Fuma was doing now….

(tbc)

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Author’s notes: Go baby go go,
we’re right behind you, go baby go go, yeah we’re
looking at you.
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