Prince and Gypsy
Chapter 1
WARNING!!! CONTAINS YAOI!!!


You would think turning 18 was the best thing ever, right? Not for Roxas, the prince of Destiny Islands. Turing 18 meant that he would have to wed the week after his birthday. Roxas wasn’t ready to marry. He wanted to wait until he found the perfect person.


On the morning of his birthday, the sun was shining as bright as gold. Usual Roxas loved that, but not that day.


He was still lying in bed, trying to get as much sleep as possible. Then a knock came from the door. “Come in.” he mumbled.


The door swung open and his younger brother, Sora, came running in and jumped on to the bed. “Roxas!” Sora shouted. “Get up! It’s your birthday!”


“I know.” Roxas said without any enthusiasm. “Why can’t I stay 17? I don’t want to marry!”


Sora shrugged and said, “Sorry. People have to grow up sometime, right?”


Roxas replied with a grunt. He slowly got out of the large bed and walked to the closet.


“What I’m really excited about is the party tonight!” Sora said as he jumped off the bed.


Roxas froze in his tracks. Did he hear Sora right? Party? He absolutely hated parties. Roxas turned around and said in the calmest voice as possible, “Sora, what do mean?”


“Oh yeah. Mother is throwing a party for you. It’ll be huge! And she even got some entertainment. I think they’re a circus or a gypsy group or something.”


Roxas walked back to his bed, picked up a very large pillow and screamed as loud as he could into it.


Yep. Worst birthday ever.


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The party was wonderful. So much dancing and mingling and such. Roxas was forced to meet with the other daughters of royal families. He didn’t like any of them. He thought they were all to fake.


After meeting with the girls, Roxas sat down at the throne, looking extremely bored. His mother, Queen Areith, noticed and walked over to her son. “Roxas, I’m sorry you’re not enjoying this. But please look like you do.”


“Sure.” Roxas said, not even looking at her. Areith sighed and decided it was time to bring out the entertainment.


Once she got the guests attention, she said, “Welcome family and friends. Tonight for our entertainment, we have a very popular group of gypsies here. The  Non nessuno il Gyspy.”
  

The audience roared with applause as people in colorful rags came walking out into the ballroom.


A man with long, silver hair and bright orange eyes came to the center and said, “Thank you, your grace, for allowing us to come and perform for you tonight. I am sure we will not disappoint. My name is Xemnas and I am the leader of The Non nessuno il Gypsy.


“Our first performer tonight will be the lovely Kairi!”


A girl with brunette hair, wearing a long red skirt and a long white shirt, walked to the center of the room, holding a tambourine.


She did many flips and body tricks that no ordinary person could do. She was a wonderful dancer (and rather beautiful.)


Many other performers did their marvelous tricks, but Roxas wasn’t amused what so ever. He just wanted it to be over so he could go to bed.


“Finally,” Xemnas said. “Our last performer. He has a wonderful that many of you may have never seen before. Please welcome Axel.”


A man with spiky, long, red hair came to the center. He wore a long, red shirt, black and white fingerless gloves, and black pants that tucked into black boots. One think Roxas noticed was that Axel had two, tear-shaped tattoos under his jade green eyes.


The prince thought this man was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.


A large flame appeared in Axel’s hand and the audience gasped. Roxas was shocked by this as well.


The flame grew and started to curl around the pyro. It kept spinning and spinning around him then it un-curled and formed into a hoop. Axel jumped through it then jumped backwards into it.


The hoop then split into small balls of fire and floated into the audience. Some of the women screamed when the ball of fire came close to them. A ball of fire came close to Roxas and he almost was willing to touch it, but stopped himself quickly.


All the balls came back to Axel. The balls morphed together and became one huge ball that quickly disappeared. The audience roared with cheers. Roxas clapped for he was rather amused by this.


Before Axel walked away, Roxas could have sworn that the pyro winked at him. The blonde’s face turned a bit pink because of this.


Xemnas came back to the center and said, “We hoped you enjoyed the show. Have a good night.” He walked away as the audience clapped.


“My my, that was wonderful, wasn’t it Roxas?” Areith said.


“Y-yeah.” Roxas said, still thinking about the Axel.


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The prince was standing on his balcony, looking at the stars. He knew it was almost midnight, but he couldn’t sleep. There was something about the red-head that he liked. Roxas wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but he didn’t really care.


Soon, Roxas started to feel sleepy, so he walked back into his room. Just as he was about to close the balcony door, someone gagged him. Then, his hands were tied behind his back.


The kidnapper pulled Roxas closer to their chest so he wouldn’t try to escape. Roxas tried pushing away from the kidnapper but the person holding him wouldn’t lose their grip. Then, the kidnapper leaned down and whispered, “Your struggling is pointless. I’m much stronger than you.”


Roxas saw a piece of red-hair when the kidnapper leaned down. Could it be…?


“Well done, Axel.”  a voice said. Roxas was forcibly turned around towards the balcony and saw Xemnas standing there. “Take him to the wagon. We’re leaving now.”


Then, Axel slung Roxas onto his shoulder and ran out to the balcony. Even though it was a long way down, Axel jumped. He landed as if he hardly even jumped.


Axel ran through the woods and then came to several wagons. Roxas was tossed in to one as if he were nothing more than a doll. Then, Axel tied his feet together so he wouldn’t try to run away.  Xemnas came into view and chuckled as he put a cover over the open of the wagon.


Roxas couldn’t see a thing. It was completely dark. He had never been in a darker place.


Soon, he could feel the wagon moving. It was too late to try to get out. Roxas lost all hope of getting home. The gypsies would most likely kill him.


Roxas felt so guilty that he hadn’t been nicer to his family. If he had knew this would happen, he wouldn’t have acted so cruel.


Tears were rolling down the prince’s face. He didn’t give any effort of trying to stop them. No one was watching. It didn’t really matter to Roxas.
   

Nothing mattered.