Preview of a new El Hazard fic.
(This does not represent the final form of this fic, as it has
only been outlined. This merely is a teaser of a fic that
should be ready around December.)
"So this is my competition?" asked the young prince, his
young, energetic voice, sounding somewhat bored, as he
brushed back his boyish locks of hair.
Fatora snickered as she grabbed Makoto a bit too
forcibly. "Yup, this is my one and only," she exclaimed,
perhaps a bit too cheerily. There were a few snickers from
Alielle as well as an exasperated sigh from Makoto.
The royal prince walked up to Makoto and peered into
his face, like searching for something. "Well, then let me
see who has taken the affections of Fatora away from me,"
he said as he grasped Makoto's chin, like one does when
examining a horse. He then circled around Makoto.
Fatora laughed confidently. "See, he is the perfect man."
That brought more giggles from Alielle.
Frustrated, he sighed. "Well it seems obvious Princess
Fatora, you have found a man more beautiful than me." It
was such pain to actually admit that, for the vain prince
always thought he had a beauty that no other man could
match.
"I must then respectively decline our engagement," he
continued. This brought a smile to Fatora's and Alielle's
face. Makoto didn't smile until Fatora jabbed him in the
ribs.
"But." That word brought a premature end to the
festivities. The prince took a few steps to Makoto, with
such vigor as if ready to declare war or something equally
worse. "You!" Poor Makoto flinched as he felt the finger
jab at his chest.
Was blood going to be shed? Was someone going to
die? Makoto stood pensively, expecting the worst, but he
never expected this. He felt the prince grab him, gently tilt
his head back, and gave him a long kiss. "I think I love
you," said the prince, staring into Makoto's eyes dreamily.
"I have never found a man as beautiful as you."
Even Fatora and Alielle had to gasp.
* * *
Coming soon from Key, maybe. That is, if he ever
finishes the predecessor to this fic.