[One-shot] The Adventures of 'The Crown Prince has Someone and Nobody is Safe'
Title: The Adventures of 'The Crown Prince has Someone and Nobody is Safe'
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Yara/Yamamoto, Sakuma, NabeSho, Fukka, implied something about Kawai/Fujigaya
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set after Once Upon Now and Forever, the castle is slowly adjusting to the fact that Prince Yara Tomoyuki has Someone in his life, permanently.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Naked boys, implied things happening, boys being ridiculous
A/N: More Castle!AU, for yararanger because she likes YaraRyo. Setting up for the next storyline that has something to do with the Enbujou4 but more to do with the fact that Yamaryo is again not wearing clothes. ORZ
“Why me?” Sakuma pulls a long face, realizing he was being rude, but it was Lord Kawai Fumito and the Lord never really took offense at informal speech. “I don’t want to go up there, I had to get him yesterday and it was bad.”
Kawai cheerfully slapped him on the back, amused but also understanding, “I really don’t mind who does it, so long as the Crown Prince knows that he’s needed at the Council in an hour.”
Nearby, Fukazawa gave Kawai a look of badly veiled longing. “I’ll do it for you.”
“No,” Sakuma said firmly, resigning himself to the task. Nothing good would come about from Fukazawa going to fetch the Prince. Fukazawa couldn’t even use the washroom without someone accompanying him, and there were certain issues that came from entering the Prince’s suite.
“I’ll do it!” Watanabe, fellow page of Sakuma and Fukazawa, volunteered.
Sakuma considered him for a moment. Watanabe was enthusiastic, but Sakuma was mostly sure that the young page also understood propriety… there were also his personal habits within the pages’ quarters. “Sure, Shota, why don’t you go.”
Kawai winked at them all, billowing out the door. “Later, lovelies.”
On his stool, Fukazawa let out a small sigh.
Turning back to Watanabe, Sakuma continued on, feeling relieved that he wasn’t the one doing the retrival this time around. “Now, Shota… No yelling or screaming of the sort. And you can’t just shout it through the door, His Highness hates that just as much.”
Watanabe gave him an odd look. “What?”
“Yamamoto returned last week, remember?” Fukazawa snapped out of his daze to join in on the conversation, now that Kawai was gone. “With Prince Hideaki and everyone!”
“But that was a week ago!”
“My point exactly,” Sakuma said, firmly shoving Watanabe out the door. “Remember, the Prince has to be at the Council in an hour.”
***
Watanabe padded up the service stairway that lead to Crown Prince Yara Tomoyuki’s suite. He didn’t understand the fuss, really. Everyone knew he was funky with one of Prince Hideaki’s men, but they also knew just as well that that same person had been a stableboy in Prince Tomoyuki’s own court not so very long ago. And really it had been a week…
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash, as if someone had toppled over a suit of armor, and a loud shriek of ‘Yara Tomoyuki!’.
Maybe Watanabe had misjudged things.
He knocked as politely as he possibly could, given the din on the other side of the room. There was a flurry of loud, frantic whispering and then Prince Tomoyuki appeared, wearing an inside-out silk bathrobe, hair spiking alarmingly. “Yes?”
Watanabe felt rather unimpressed, even when he spotted Yamamoto’s infamous long hair peeking out from behind, wearing god knew what, if anything at all. “Ah, good morning, your Highness,” he said finally, bowing politely. “Lord Kawai Fumito requests that you join the Council in an hour.”
“Ah,” the prince nodded, trying to flatten some of his hair as he smiled and nodded, obviously distracted. A soft giggle floated out from the room. “Thank you. Is there anything else?”
“No, your Highness,” Watanabe said, bowing again. “Though if I may enquire as to when you wish to have a chambermaid up, I couldn’t help but hear…”
Tomoyuki threw his head back, laughing and waving the page off. “Don’t bother, we’ll take care of it.” And with that, the door swung closed.
Watanabe frowned slightly before shrugging his shoulders. He highly doubted any sort of cleaning was going to happen, but it wasn’t his problem.
***
Ryouta’s hair was even more of a hopeless mess than Tomoyuki’s as he shed the blanket he’d donned at the interruption, falling back onto the bed, giggling more. “His Lord-ness Kawai certainly likes interrupting you, doesn’t he?”
Tomoyuki shrugged out of the bathrobe, smirking a little as he joined Ryouta on the bed. “Nah, he’d come himself if he really wanted to harass us.”
“Mm, don’t you have to be somewhere soon?” Ryouta mumbled as Tomoyuki claimed his lips, but his actions spoke against his words as he snaked his arms around the prince, pulling him down onto the bed proper.
“It’s an hour… and what’s the good of being a prince if you can’t be late occasionally.” Tomoyuki was like a cat, smug and unhurried as he rolled, hands on Ryouta’s hips to hold him in place, settling the other in his lap. “However, you don’t have to be anywhere at all, so,” the man smirked, “I don’t mind making you do all the work.”
Ryouta wanted to be exasperated, but it was hard to care about much else when he had Tomoyuki’s hands caressing his hips and thighs. “Mmm… fine,” he murmured, rocking down into the other, leaning down to steal a kiss. “But you owe me.”
“Hey,” the prince protested with a soft growl, his fingers digging and curling slightly into Ryouta’s hips. “I always make it up to you.”
Ryouta’s just laughed, leaning in to steal another kiss.
***
“And now,” Tomoyuki announced as he quickly yanked his breeches on, “I am late.”
There was pounding at the door and Ryouta laughed, tugging a blanket over him and getting comfortable. “Have fun, your Highness.”
Tomoyuki smiled wryly. “Oh yes, I am overjoyed to hear about... Whatever they want to talk about now.”
“You never know, you might have lots of fun,” Ryouta pointed out, smiling as a mostly clothed Tomoyuki returned to him.
“Well, they shan’t ever be as fun as you, so wait for me,” Tomoyuki murmured, kissing Ryouta’s forehead and then lips before leaving the bedroom, exiting through his reception room. Kawai was on the other side of the door, sounding irate, but Ryouta was far too comfortable to really care, curling up around a pillow with a contented smile.
After all, he’d only been back a week.
***
“I should have known you’d be useless, you stupid lug,” Kawai groaned, slapping his palm to his forehead and wishing he could do the same to the prince. “You know, we’ve been nice and avoided summoning you for days now! And they’re not going to scold you, they’re going to scold me!” Kawai threw his hands up in the air, cursing a little more colorfully.
“Aren’t they still mad at you for when you, KitaMitsu, and Tottsu had a party on the north tower, got drunk, and egged one of the duchesses?”
Kawai looked torn between pride and despair. “Don’t remind me, I think they’ve finally forgotten about it. But you’re just going to make it worse! I’m not your babysitter, dammit.”
“Listen,” Tomoyuki slung a friendly arm around the man’s shoulder, nudging him onward. “The day you get Fujigaya to stay until morning, you tell me if you want to get out of bed and listen to a bunch of old men drone on about nothing.”
Kawai’s glare was poisonous. “I hate you.”
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A/N: I WILL NOT LIE, I LOVE THIS VERSE. But someone tell me WHY YamaRyo is always naked. T_T alskfdjafd. x:
Author: crazy_otaku911
Groups/Pairings: Yara/Yamamoto, Sakuma, NabeSho, Fukka, implied something about Kawai/Fujigaya
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set after Once Upon Now and Forever, the castle is slowly adjusting to the fact that Prince Yara Tomoyuki has Someone in his life, permanently.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Naked boys, implied things happening, boys being ridiculous
A/N: More Castle!AU, for yararanger because she likes YaraRyo. Setting up for the next storyline that has something to do with the Enbujou4 but more to do with the fact that Yamaryo is again not wearing clothes. ORZ
“Why me?” Sakuma pulls a long face, realizing he was being rude, but it was Lord Kawai Fumito and the Lord never really took offense at informal speech. “I don’t want to go up there, I had to get him yesterday and it was bad.”
Kawai cheerfully slapped him on the back, amused but also understanding, “I really don’t mind who does it, so long as the Crown Prince knows that he’s needed at the Council in an hour.”
Nearby, Fukazawa gave Kawai a look of badly veiled longing. “I’ll do it for you.”
“No,” Sakuma said firmly, resigning himself to the task. Nothing good would come about from Fukazawa going to fetch the Prince. Fukazawa couldn’t even use the washroom without someone accompanying him, and there were certain issues that came from entering the Prince’s suite.
“I’ll do it!” Watanabe, fellow page of Sakuma and Fukazawa, volunteered.
Sakuma considered him for a moment. Watanabe was enthusiastic, but Sakuma was mostly sure that the young page also understood propriety… there were also his personal habits within the pages’ quarters. “Sure, Shota, why don’t you go.”
Kawai winked at them all, billowing out the door. “Later, lovelies.”
On his stool, Fukazawa let out a small sigh.
Turning back to Watanabe, Sakuma continued on, feeling relieved that he wasn’t the one doing the retrival this time around. “Now, Shota… No yelling or screaming of the sort. And you can’t just shout it through the door, His Highness hates that just as much.”
Watanabe gave him an odd look. “What?”
“Yamamoto returned last week, remember?” Fukazawa snapped out of his daze to join in on the conversation, now that Kawai was gone. “With Prince Hideaki and everyone!”
“But that was a week ago!”
“My point exactly,” Sakuma said, firmly shoving Watanabe out the door. “Remember, the Prince has to be at the Council in an hour.”
***
Watanabe padded up the service stairway that lead to Crown Prince Yara Tomoyuki’s suite. He didn’t understand the fuss, really. Everyone knew he was funky with one of Prince Hideaki’s men, but they also knew just as well that that same person had been a stableboy in Prince Tomoyuki’s own court not so very long ago. And really it had been a week…
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash, as if someone had toppled over a suit of armor, and a loud shriek of ‘Yara Tomoyuki!’.
Maybe Watanabe had misjudged things.
He knocked as politely as he possibly could, given the din on the other side of the room. There was a flurry of loud, frantic whispering and then Prince Tomoyuki appeared, wearing an inside-out silk bathrobe, hair spiking alarmingly. “Yes?”
Watanabe felt rather unimpressed, even when he spotted Yamamoto’s infamous long hair peeking out from behind, wearing god knew what, if anything at all. “Ah, good morning, your Highness,” he said finally, bowing politely. “Lord Kawai Fumito requests that you join the Council in an hour.”
“Ah,” the prince nodded, trying to flatten some of his hair as he smiled and nodded, obviously distracted. A soft giggle floated out from the room. “Thank you. Is there anything else?”
“No, your Highness,” Watanabe said, bowing again. “Though if I may enquire as to when you wish to have a chambermaid up, I couldn’t help but hear…”
Tomoyuki threw his head back, laughing and waving the page off. “Don’t bother, we’ll take care of it.” And with that, the door swung closed.
Watanabe frowned slightly before shrugging his shoulders. He highly doubted any sort of cleaning was going to happen, but it wasn’t his problem.
***
Ryouta’s hair was even more of a hopeless mess than Tomoyuki’s as he shed the blanket he’d donned at the interruption, falling back onto the bed, giggling more. “His Lord-ness Kawai certainly likes interrupting you, doesn’t he?”
Tomoyuki shrugged out of the bathrobe, smirking a little as he joined Ryouta on the bed. “Nah, he’d come himself if he really wanted to harass us.”
“Mm, don’t you have to be somewhere soon?” Ryouta mumbled as Tomoyuki claimed his lips, but his actions spoke against his words as he snaked his arms around the prince, pulling him down onto the bed proper.
“It’s an hour… and what’s the good of being a prince if you can’t be late occasionally.” Tomoyuki was like a cat, smug and unhurried as he rolled, hands on Ryouta’s hips to hold him in place, settling the other in his lap. “However, you don’t have to be anywhere at all, so,” the man smirked, “I don’t mind making you do all the work.”
Ryouta wanted to be exasperated, but it was hard to care about much else when he had Tomoyuki’s hands caressing his hips and thighs. “Mmm… fine,” he murmured, rocking down into the other, leaning down to steal a kiss. “But you owe me.”
“Hey,” the prince protested with a soft growl, his fingers digging and curling slightly into Ryouta’s hips. “I always make it up to you.”
Ryouta’s just laughed, leaning in to steal another kiss.
***
“And now,” Tomoyuki announced as he quickly yanked his breeches on, “I am late.”
There was pounding at the door and Ryouta laughed, tugging a blanket over him and getting comfortable. “Have fun, your Highness.”
Tomoyuki smiled wryly. “Oh yes, I am overjoyed to hear about... Whatever they want to talk about now.”
“You never know, you might have lots of fun,” Ryouta pointed out, smiling as a mostly clothed Tomoyuki returned to him.
“Well, they shan’t ever be as fun as you, so wait for me,” Tomoyuki murmured, kissing Ryouta’s forehead and then lips before leaving the bedroom, exiting through his reception room. Kawai was on the other side of the door, sounding irate, but Ryouta was far too comfortable to really care, curling up around a pillow with a contented smile.
After all, he’d only been back a week.
***
“I should have known you’d be useless, you stupid lug,” Kawai groaned, slapping his palm to his forehead and wishing he could do the same to the prince. “You know, we’ve been nice and avoided summoning you for days now! And they’re not going to scold you, they’re going to scold me!” Kawai threw his hands up in the air, cursing a little more colorfully.
“Aren’t they still mad at you for when you, KitaMitsu, and Tottsu had a party on the north tower, got drunk, and egged one of the duchesses?”
Kawai looked torn between pride and despair. “Don’t remind me, I think they’ve finally forgotten about it. But you’re just going to make it worse! I’m not your babysitter, dammit.”
“Listen,” Tomoyuki slung a friendly arm around the man’s shoulder, nudging him onward. “The day you get Fujigaya to stay until morning, you tell me if you want to get out of bed and listen to a bunch of old men drone on about nothing.”
Kawai’s glare was poisonous. “I hate you.”
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A/N: I WILL NOT LIE, I LOVE THIS VERSE. But someone tell me WHY YamaRyo is always naked. T_T alskfdjafd. x: