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Ball Room Blitz
By Zess
Summery: Roxas and Sora are both princes of two of the seven warring states in historic China. There families hate each other and it’s the classic case of Pyramis and Thisbe. But at one fateful masquerade two lives are intertwined. Can two hearts divided by adversity still learn to love?
Other Stuff: Short Chapter Story, Crack Everything, Roxora, Zemyx, Romance/Drama/Some Humor, Kingdom Hearts Based, AU, Yaoi, Rated M just to keep up my record, Some Language maybe. I own nothing but this story so for my birthday you all need to buy me KH okay!? YAY!
Time: Roughly 5th Century BC, during the Zhànguó Shídài.
Place: Feudal China
Players:
Sora: Second in line to the Qi throne. Forced to go undercover to gain information on the rival Qin clan.
Demyx: Heir to the Qi throne, Sora’s elder brother. Likes to seduce young virgins and suck out their souls, or anything else one can suck on the female person.
Roxas: heir to the Qin throne.
Axel: Second in line to the Zhou throne and a pyromaniac. Has evil plans to murder the Qi heir to gain his father’s approval.
Zexion: Illegitimate firstborn to the Zhou throne, posing as Axel’s real older brother in order to marionette his way into power.
Reno: Currently MIA. True heir to the Zhou throne.
Um, I did a little research on feudal china, but I still take complete literary license on everything so don’t be mad at me if I make a ton of horrible mistakes. And the dialogue is all modern, one because I can’t write in Chinese and two because I have no idea the type of language they used back then. Oh yeah, and I kind of mingled certain time periods together so the first English Ambassador (Lord McCartney who actually visited in 1792) is visiting a hell of a lot earlier. XD
Anyways, it’s about the story I say! Not about the details. . . Or. . . Well never mind. ON WITH THE SHOW!
Edit: Whoa, there were tons of mistakes. So I rewrote this. Xx It made me sad to know that I am not a very good re-reader type of writer. So, if anyone wants to be my beta-er I’ll love you forever and be your writing slave?
Chapter One:
Assemble The Costumes
“And the man in the back said everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz. . .” Roxas hummed softly to himself as he straightened out his mask. The European tailored outfit fit him strangely, but his mother had insisted he stick to the rules of the evening and follow tradition. The Qin clan was having a masquerade welcoming the European ambassador and as he was the heir to the Qin throne, Roxas was forced to attend.
“Though no one ever asks if I want to go,” he muttered, still trying to get the accessory to lie flat against his face.
In true masquerade form, every member attending had to choose some sort of animal or being to pose as. Roxas had chosen, or rather his family had chosen, a dragon. In reality, he would have rather gone with a tiger, but that’s how it was for the heir. He was not in charge of anything about his lifestyle. As a prince, you would expect he had grown up in the lap of luxury with everyone biding his every whim, but the opposite was almost the case. His clan had been in constant war with the Qi and Zhou clans, and his father had been quite adamant about having the perfect son to follow in his footsteps. He had to walk, talk, eat, sleep, and know everything that a prince of the Qin clan was supposed to know. Propriety was everything for the heir to the throne. Roxas had no real intention of ever becoming king, but he had never told anyone that.
So here he was, looking at himself in a bronze reflecting plate, and feeling as low as someone can get. Social things were never his style, and lately he had been pressured by matchmaking mamas, determined to catch the biggest of all proverbial fishes. It didn’t help that girls weren’t even his type. Yeah, one day he would find a way to escape, and then things would change, and he’d be able to do all that he wanted.
“You have no choice.” Stated Sora’s father plainly.
“I do not care! I refuse to wear a dress!”
Sora’s brother Demyx sniggered in the corner and Sora shot him a dirty glare. “Why doesn’t he have to wear the dress?” Sora asked, shooting an accusing finger in Demyx’s direction.
“Because he is too widely recognized. Besides, Demyx will be hiding outside the palace to insure your absolute safety, if he doesn’t get sidetracked by any of the ladies.”
Demyx blushed and still managed to make it look like it was completely planned. He was always acting for an unforeseen audience. But it just made Sora gag. He looked back to the periwinkle blue dress in the unusual fashion.
“But father!” He whined.
Now, most children, especially of royal standing, would not have the privilege of whining, but where Demyx was their father’s weak spot, Sora was their mothers, and it would not do to have Sora in trouble in any way. However, it usually didn’t get him anywhere.
“No buts. You will wear this dress or I will tell everyone about. . . the incident.”
There was a resounding gasp throughout the room, and somewhere down the hall a plate shattered against the rush flooring. You could hear footsteps, and then . . .
“Did someone just threaten my baby?”
In an unexpected display of affection, an older woman, but still holding some sort of matronly beauty, rushed forward and threw her arms around her youngest child. Her husband looked abashed and decidedly pink around the edges of his face.
“Mother, they are trying to make me wear a dress,” Sora mock sobbed into his mothers arms.
“What a dastardly thing to do! What is going on here? I demand to know this instant!”
And with a stomp of a dainty foot the man who had made grown men cry was crowded and silently begging for forgiveness.
“But flower, we need him to do this to infiltrate the Qin clan’s masquerade.”
As always, Sora’s mother turned into butter with the sweet endearment. Now she had a dilemma, to protect her darling baby boy, or to follow the words of the man that she had fallen in love with.
As always, Love Conquers All! It didn’t help much that the woman was having. . .urges, and her husband looked almost edible in his brocade lounging robe that he always wore at home.
“Oh darling, that sounds like a wonderful idea, you’re so dashing when you’re devious.”
“I know my kitten, how about I show you just how ‘devious’ I can be?”
Sora, stricken at the fact that his last wildcard had turned out to be a dud, did not realize the absolute disgusting nature of his parents’ display of affection, but Demyx did. He bent over and gagged in the corner, making obscene comments until his mother and father had retired to their room to do the horizontal hokey pokey. Honestly, there is nothing more scarring then knowing your parents are on the way to giving you another brother.
“What, what just happened?” Gasped Sora incredulously.
Demyx wiped his mouth and smirked at his younger brother. “You just got owned.”
“Hmph!”
Sora stomped over to Demyx and punched him square in the stomach. Demyx was unfazed and just laughed, waving behind him as he walked away.
“You’ll make a beautiful girl,” Demyx called over his shoulder to Sora.
“Even as a girl I’ll get more then you, ugly!” Sora shouted, running to the opening of his room in which Demyx had just exited.
“Shorty!” Demyx called back, continuing to walk away
“Pig!” Sora screamed in reply, but there was no answer. Demyx had rounded the corner of the hall, chuckling, and Sora was left to fume over the soft velvet gown. There was even a pair of matching house slippers. Sora held the garment flush against his body and looked at himself in a reflecting plate. He could do this. It was just for one night. Get in, get the information, and get out. Yeah, he could do this.
“Oh, and don’t forget the wig!”
It seemed that Demyx had returned to taunt his little brother some more.
“Get out!” Sora shouted, and threw an ivory comb at his head. Demyx easily dodged it, thought it did hit him smartly in the shoulder. Before Sora could find anything else to throw Demyx had once more escaped into the confines of the hallways.
Looking around his room Sora found a black wig in an intricate coiffure sitting atop his mantle beside his clothes chest. No, he had only been kidding himself before. Tonight was going to suck.
“Are you sure this is going to work?”
“Yes,” the word was clipped and short, the voice almost soft enough not to hear it. “Father will be so pleased.”
Their father was definitely a soft spot where Axel was concerned. He was the younger sibling, and all his father ever cared about was his precious heir. Sure, he was allowed to live in the same house, and was basically treated the same way by everyone but his father, none of it really mattered. Axel was never good enough in their father’s eyes. But that would change. With this plan Axel would prove to his father just how worthy he was.
“I will be right behind you brother. Do not fail, or father will be most upset.”
Axel would not fail, he would prove himself. Or he would die trying.
“Axel has much potential that father never taped, don’t you agree dear brother?” He gave a vicious kick to the chained and gagged form laying beside his bed. Reno looked up at his half brother pleadingly but to no avail. For whatever reason Zexion was posing as Reno and yet still keeping his half brother alive. It was true, that Zexion had always resented their father, but that couldn’t be all behind this evil scheme could it?
And Reno had the gist of it. Zexion fumbled through his drawers until he had found a miniature of a male with a blonde Mohawk and a smiling face. Zexion had given him his heart and what had he done?
“Just wait for me Zexion, I-I’m not ready yet. But I will be. Please just wait.” Demyx had said.
He had been waiting all of his life, and still nothing. Well, he was through waiting. Now all that he wanted was revenge. Revenge for his mother who had been cast aside like some street walking whore. Revenge for himself for his meager upbringing, and revenge for his heart, that had been broken for no reason.
And he would get his revenge. He would use his unsuspecting pyromaniac of a half brother to burn down his family’s rival’s house. And it would get rid of more then just one bird. Every member from the Qin clan was supposed to be there, along with all of their alliance clans. Once all of the alliance clans were out of the picture, Zexion could bring in his own army and ransack the Zhao palace, leaving nothing alive. On top of that, the target of information would be too much for the Qi clan not to act, meaning Demyx would be there, trapped in that terrible fire. What a tragedy. He began to dress in his fox costume, and he got ready for the party.
Tonight would be a night to never forget.
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and even if you didn’t please read and review! The next chapter should be up sometime this weekend, but no promises. Finals and all you know. Thanks you guys. You ROCK!
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