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            <title>Ryusei no kizuna tomorrow!</title>
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            <author>nobody@vox.com(K.)</author>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 12:28:59 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>    &lt;p&gt;Join &lt;a href=&quot;http://ryuseinokizuna.groups.vox.com/&quot;&gt;http://ryuseinokizuna.groups.vox.com/&lt;/a&gt; and post news about the dorama if you&amp;#39;re interested!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgot to post this pic aeons ago lols.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I just saw the cutest.. the uber uber cutest bespectacled Nino chan with his hot hamburger-palmtop (or hamburger-handtop) pic ever last night!! (thanks stef!) yeah, hopefully will sketch/paint that xD&lt;br /&gt;Will reply more another time, thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go back to rest, want to make it to work tomorrow (not that I really want to but aaah RL).&lt;br /&gt;(speaking of RL... it&amp;#39;s now $1AUD = 63 yen O_O oh the horror..!!) aaaaah fight song fight song!&lt;br /&gt;
    
    
    

    
    
    
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            <title>STORM NEWS! &amp; INTERNATIONAL PETITION!!!</title>
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            <pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 04:29:28 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; &quot;&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(128, 0, 128); &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large; &quot;&gt;HELLO MINNA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We already begin this project an International Petition to ask for the creation of an International Club for ARASHI. To make our dream come true we need all ARASHI&amp;#160;FANS&amp;#160;to sign it. Please go to this page to get more information:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 255); &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large; &quot;&gt;http://storm-news.vox.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, We just start an English version of the Only online program dedicate to spread the love for ARASHI in the Internet STORM&amp;#160;NEWS!. This is a show it was created for arashi4dream &amp;amp; it&amp;#39;s part of ARASHI-PERU. We already finished our first season &amp;amp; we began our second season. We are very excited about this &amp;amp; we&amp;#39;ll love to count with all the ARASHI FANS because this a program create it for fans by fans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ARASHI&amp;#160;ARASHI&amp;#160;ROCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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            <title>streetscape.</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 11:52:07 +0000</pubDate>         
            
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Haven&amp;#39;t done streetscape for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Haven&amp;#39;t done sumi-e (ink painting) for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;So I did two versions heh.&lt;br /&gt;(and yes, at least the sumi-e one is ninochan)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I stayed home today since I&amp;#39;ve got a bad cold (sore throat, coughing blood etc).......&lt;br /&gt;but I could enjoy sketching and painting so it&amp;#39;s all good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: okaeri, Arashi! otsukaresama!&lt;br /&gt;

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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            <title>Nino pic#100 =D</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2008 11:43:22 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>    &lt;p&gt;Yay! Reached Nino chan solo picture#100! =D&lt;br /&gt;To those who paid attention, I tend to name my artwork Nino##...ymmdd.jpg and now it&amp;#39;s up to #100!&lt;br /&gt;Well, unofficially it&amp;#39;s already over 100 since I sometimes name it differently lols.&lt;br /&gt;I must say sketching/painting Nino is addictive!&lt;br /&gt;So, many more Nino to come xD&lt;br /&gt;
    
    
    

    
    
    
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            <title>AAA TAipei 1st nite</title>
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            <pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 01:07:37 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;First nite con finished last nite... i guess all of us are super tired.... after queing for almost 4hrs for con goods, we just went back to the hostel... just to bathe and freshen up for the concert..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;opening song is love so sweet.. i dont remember well the songlist but they sang one of my faves... asu ni mukatte hoero.... truth, one love, oh yeah, lucky man, hadashi no mirai, step and go, truth, ramarkable, sirius (waaah i really love this song), happiness, we can make it, life goes on (waaah i also like this song even before... i love their step here haha)... no wish last nite (hoping there is tonite)... ending song is beautiful days... solo songs same in national stadium con.. except jun.. who sang yabai2 :) aiba-kun almost fell as he stepped on the moving cart again har3..... and as it stopped,,, he almost fell again hahahaha i swear aiba-kung looks so much better in person!!! im not saying this because he&amp;#39;s my ichiban ne... he really is gorgeous!!!! they all looked good last nite!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;the con started at exactly 7.30pm...&amp;#160; and lasted for 2hours, 31minutes and 51seconds :d...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;for their individual thank you speeches... it started with sho-kun... same order as last aaa in taipei,,, sho-kun, oh-chan, aiba-kun, nino, matsujun.... i find it cute how aiba-kun sort of like said &amp;quot;yosh&amp;quot; after his part as if saying &amp;quot;what a relief&amp;quot; he didnt make any mistake in his speech (compared to last aaa where he had to repeat a phrase 3x)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;they also sang lucky man and hadashi... their hadashi places were the same as in aaa taipei in 2006... we were seated at the 3rd floor, section I... so just imagine how happy i was that aiba-kun was in that place waaaahhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;they sang this one song which cathy and i are not familiar with... rina said it seems like an old song... hmmm gonna find out later on what it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;sho-kun looked soooo good!!! kat i swear!!!! ahahahha he danced well (well atleast for me he did har3) .. riida as always dances well and his voice is really great!!!! nino looked so hot in his solo... he wore a dfrent pair of glasses in niji compared to time con... and as expected.. everyone went ga-ga when he removed it :) jun.. oh well jun will always be our domyouji-sama... he sent a flying kiss to people in the 3rd floor waaahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;they sang 2nd chorus part of a.ra.shi in chinese.... they sang 1st&amp;#160;part&amp;#160;till 1st chorus of kansha kangeki ame arashi in chinese also.. i dunno what they call that thing.. but its the one they used in blue in aaa taipei 1... it was located in front of 2,8 section... just below the 3rd floor... all of them were in there... it went up... far enuf for people in the 3rd&amp;#160;floor to see them clearly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;that&amp;#39;s it for now... only 15mins allowed to use the net here in the hotel har3... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;oh MC tok was about hyd... jun &amp;quot;assigned&amp;quot; each member to the members of f4... sho was tsukushi har3... didnt understand much since twas in jap and translated in chinese..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;will post more when we get back&amp;#160;home... oh and by the way we were atthe airport also when they arrived... we had a jun and ohno moment!!! waaaaahhhhh wont elaborate now .... will post more details when we get home!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;bye for now..... need to eat bfast since we forgot to eat yesterday from too much excitement har3...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
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            <title>to avoid major sulking...</title>
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            <pubDate>Sat, 11 Oct 2008 13:43:10 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>    &lt;p&gt;.. I went to have dinner with my friend at our favorite Japanese cafe/restaurant ; D~&lt;br /&gt;Then came home and touched up the megane Nino chan... he now looks better and less sulky lols.&lt;br /&gt;Reply/catch up later!&lt;/p&gt;



    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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            <title>From Cover to Cover - Prologue</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2008 11:00:34 +0000</pubDate>         
            
            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;From Cover to Cover &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All right, who took my hair gel?” I asked, quickly rifling the things in my bag for the said object and not finding it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Here! Catch,” Aiba replied sheepishly as a tube came careering towards me. “Thought I would borrow it. The back sticks out.” He pointed to the back of his head in explanation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unable to see the connection of the back of his flat skull and hair gel, I settled for ignoring him and seeing to my own hair. Personal grooming always took time and effort, yet the look must be calculated to affect a casual feel that had been thrown on without effort. I was the prince of such calculated styles and would not forgo my styling routine for hail, snow or friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nino sat next to me and sneered while affecting a look of mock fascination. “I envy you. Who would look at you anyway if they didn’t know it is you? Oh wait! But they would know it’s you! Besides, why is it that you can never see that it’s pointless to do anything with your hair if you’re going to hide it under a beanie?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“A beanie with fluffy dangling furry boing-boing balls of wool at the end,” Aiba chimed in, trying to tie his toy dog’s ears in knots. That idiot sometimes had the attention span of a three year old, the vocabulary of a preschooler, and the emotional range of a teaspoon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Nino, Nino, Nino,” I chided in a voice of long suffering patience. “A few locks are supposed to peek tastefully out of the beanie, ne, to give the impression that it was just pulled on.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Pull what?” asked Ohno or Riida or Captain as he is affectionately known amongst the rest of us in Arashi. “Don’t pull a thread or the sweater will get undone.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Thank you for the helpful titbit,” Nino declared in flat, barely concealed sarcasm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sho cleared his throat and slung his bag over his shoulder. “Leave Jun alone. He’s clearly rushing somewhere. I’m going off. The rest of you, behave, yes? Yes. Good!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So much like the mother telling her brood to behave, I reflected, turning my attention to my hair once again. I wondered if Sho realised the boys didn’t care much for his pearls of wisdom. However, I had better things to see to than to fend off the rest of my friends, such as the image I wanted to convey that day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At last, my coiffure was done. The beanie with dangling woolly bits was carefully placed over my hair and arranged just as I wanted it and I was ready to go. As it was, I was going to be late. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Where are you going? Are you going somewhere to eat? Can I come too?” Aiba asked excitedly as he quickly put on his sunglasses and shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nino’s ears picked up on that and the evil, feral smirk of doom lighted on his lips. “Is MatsuJun treating? Then Oh-chan and I are coming along.” Only Nino would jump at such opportunity. He was emperor of the misers, prince of the stingy pokers, duke of the parsimonious, whose wallet has only seen the light of day once by my count on one of the television shows where Arashi were guests . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That’s very generous of you,” Riida smiled cheerfully. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I groaned aloud and mentally cursed my fate for having these oblivious idiots as my friends. “I’m not going to have a meal. There’s a book signing event at Fujiwara no Shikibu Bookshop that I can’t afford to miss.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That much care over your appearance and you think you’d be able to wow the author? How will he or she or it know who you are under that beanie and sunglasses?” Nino sniggered. “I doubt he or she or it would care because he or she or it would have been signing autographs for most of the afternoon already.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’re saying that because you’re not a fan of anyone!” I pointed out, checking that I had taken everything I needed with me in my bag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Nino’s his own fan,” Ohno stated plainly, wrapping an arm around his so-called significant other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Kimura Takuya the second trumps you, Jun-kun,” Nino laughed cockily and brushed his forelocks away from his face. One day that annoying bugger will get a set down from someone if he wasn’t careful. I only hope I wasn’t going to be the one to do it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Suit yourself, ne,” I replied with a leer just to tease him. “I’m going off!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I actually made good time, I realised on checking my watch when I arrived at Shikibu Bookshop. I still had fifteen minutes to spare before the author in question would be leaving for the day. Shikibu Bookshop was a quaint old place. It smelled musty. Yet, contrary to the atmosphere it exuded from the outside, it carried contemporary books, the latest best-sellers, out of print titles and speciality books on various academic subjects that I wasn’t sure people still studied. I did not know how an obscure shop like this could survive in the heart of Tokyo, but it did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It did not look like much on the outside, but the moment a customer stepped in, he or she would be drawn in. Shikibu Bookshop had a steady clientele of housewives, salarymen and academics. If memory serves me correctly, I believe it has been around for ages. I stumbled upon it quite accidentally. I had been meaning to locate the older, more obscure non-romantic novels by a novelist I particularly liked. I always made it a point to read as much of an author’s work as possible so as to understand the progression of their style and their way of thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I read some of Sakiyama Jewel’s contemporary novels and they were impressive. A little note on the back blurb attributed an old story set in Second World War to her as well. With that as the impetus, I strove to find as much as of her earlier work as possible. They were not easy to find and I was frustrated with Kinokuniya constantly informing me that the titles I wanted were out of print. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One fine day, I picked up the newspaper Sho had left carelessly on the sofa in Arashi’s room at JE Central and learned that this same Sakiyama Jewel would be holding a book signing event at Shibuku Bookshop. Unfortunately, I had missed the event at the time due to filming commitments. However, when I finally decided to visit the bookshop, I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was well-stocked with Sakiyama sensei’s earlier works. Since then, I tried to make a monthly trip to the bookshop if only to browse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one such browsing expedition, I learnt of Sakiyama Jewel’s latest novel and the book signing event she would be holding at Shibuku Bookshop. Thus, here I was, having rushed from photo shoot in the morning and a recording in the afternoon to a bookshop in the early evening. Why? Ano ne, just to catch a glimpse of the elusive author who gave no interviews, yet remained intensely popular and who had a new book out. It was an opportunity not to be missed, especially as I was quite a fan of her older, more obscure writing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There were fifteen more minutes and only five people left in the queue for her autograph. However, decent copies of her latest offering were no where in sight. I refuse to buy a book that has its spine cracked, its pages dog-eared and is covers smeared with the prints of a thousand other people who had touched it. There was something very unsanitary about it, and cheap. A new book should be pristine and glossy like a beautifully made up woman. I firmly rejected the cracked spine, dog-eared, handprint smeared copies of the books positioned in a small pyramid near the main doors and combed the shelves for a half decent copy of her book. After searching the bookshop, I found, shelved under her name, a copy of her latest novel that had miraculously not been manhandled. By which time, I joined the queue where the two remaining people were waiting for their books to be signed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sakiyama Jewel, the author, was just a passable woman with moderate beauty and a mouth that I thought was a little too wide. She was all right if I were to compare her to the frights that most Japanese high school girls had become, but she wasn’t a face I would remember if I passed her on the street. It wasn’t a face that made a man turn around for a second glance. Merely passable as far as beauty went, which was fine, seeing how she was an author and not a model or an actress. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pasting a smile on my face as she signed the book of the person before me and made the obligatory small talk, I walked up confidently to the table hoping to her autograph when a gruff woman of the large-boned and highly muscular persuasion stopped me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s now 6pm. No signatures after 6pm,” the woman’s voice boomed. My! How annoying. I hated it when people denied my reasonable requests on technicalities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I gave the woman a winning smile that usually left fans swooning. “Look here, I won’t take much time. I only want Sakiyama sensei to sign it and I’ll be on my way.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sakiyama sensei does not entertain the likes of you who do not respect her need to rest,” the woman snarled, apparently immune to my charm. I didn’t see how that was possible. That smile always worked whenever I chose to deploy it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This failure had put me a little out of countenance even though I tried not to show it. “Given how she has already signed a slew of books, what is one more?” I asked in my politest tone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You did not stand in the queue for long, you wouldn’t know. Sakiyama sensei has been here since 3pm and is very tired. I advise you to pay for your purchase and leave before I throw you out for disturbing the peace,” the woman barked disagreeably and cracked her knuckles. She really was very brutish with short hair, eyes set too closely together and a too wide mouth. Her nose was the only redeeming feature on her mannish, large-boned, highly muscular frame for its perfect aquiline straightness. That was an aristocratic nose if I ever saw one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It is not good business etiquette to throw your customers out of the shop,” I stated, staring at my glossy fingernails to quell the anger that was beginning to rise. I was as tired, if not more so than the author. What was so difficult about just signing the book for me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It may not be good etiquette, but utterly necessary if you persist in your demands,” Sakiyama sensei said with chilling hauteur as she rose from the table shakily and held on to the edge. “My manager has given you a perfectly reasonable explanation. I regret not being able to sign your book, but a true fan would not seek to cause trouble at the launch of his favoured author’s latest opus.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Calling it an opus when the critics haven’t reviewed it yet is premature,” I responded with a slight hint of annoyance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“An author’s pride in her work is not to be underestimated. There is a sheer amount of work, research, continual rewriting and drafting involved. Do you dare say you understand the complexity of what it takes to write a novel? I care not for the opinion of the critics. &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;The Endgame&lt;/span&gt; is my latest opus and the best I have written since my very first foray into publishing. I will not brook the insolent, unsolicited opinions of a literary barbarian such as you!” she coldly declared, as her manager clambered over to her side and supported her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who did this woman think she was calling me a barbarian? Me? I took pains with myself to be anything but an uncouth slob. “I have never met such an uppity author in my life,” I angrily replied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It pleases me to be the first,” she answered frostily. “Kujo-san, please see me inside.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Of course, sensei,” the larger woman answered while giving me the evil eye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hardly anyone talked to me like Sakiyama sensei did. As far as I could remember, I was always petted and admired and spoken to kindly. Even the producers on my dramas, the directors of our PVs, and the people organising concerts were very accommodating towards my requests for changes. It was very refreshing to be talked down to for a change instead of being either fawned upon or indulged without questions. Although I was terribly amused by the exchange and the way she talked back to me, I wouldn’t back down just yet. My anger had yet to run its full course and I wanted to leave her with a parting shot before I went somewhere else to stew over my misfortune of encountering such a horrible human being. “I see I made a mistake in believing in your talent,” I derided with a smirk as a stalked off, “The author of &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;When Today is Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; has plainly let her recent successes go to her head.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’ve read &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;When Today is Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;? You’ve actually read it?” she shouted back at me, her voice expressing confusion, surprise, delight and angry hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn’t look back or deem it fit to answer, I just chucked the book that I had been holding at an obliging nearby shelf and stalked out of the bookshop. As I did so I made a mental note to never go to a book signing event by this author again. I would, instead, tell everyone I knew who read her work, what a disagreeable woman she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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            <pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 09:04:30 +0000</pubDate>         
            
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 &lt;div&gt;taken from leoatobe.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;Sep. 25th, 2008|&lt;strong&gt;04:06 pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before anything else...&lt;br /&gt;today is the 2nd game for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll218/leoatobe/Image087.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what happens today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll218/leoatobe/Image086.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANIMO La Salle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another note,&lt;br /&gt;last saturday oops it was sunday...&lt;br /&gt;, aichan and i finally had ryochan and silver upgraded.&lt;br /&gt;also had the money to buy&lt;br /&gt;yatta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryochan(left) and silver (right) before surgery .... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll218/leoatobe/Image094.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, sad to say&lt;br /&gt;after tons of surgery...&lt;br /&gt;and after going back and forth to the repair shop over the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;... nantokamaru.... namaru for short...&lt;br /&gt;finally breathed it&amp;#39;s last breath yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. after like more the 5 years of using intel pentium III 800mhz.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it&amp;#39;s time to retire namaru.&lt;br /&gt;otsukaresamadeshita&amp;#160;:)&lt;br /&gt;* i just need to get my work files and tons of downloaded jpop&lt;br /&gt;files from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, arigatou melai!&amp;#160;:)&lt;br /&gt;for the very belated birthday present :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for mixed feelings...&lt;br /&gt;Anan Male Ranking for 2008&lt;br /&gt;~ really really happy for my Jin(3) and Toma(21)...&lt;br /&gt;~ but... damn!!!!&amp;#160;+7 places?!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;does he have that many fans!?!?!?! damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;and even higher than nino!??!!?&lt;br /&gt;* at least i&amp;#39;m NOT his fan!!!&amp;#160;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;2008 Anan&amp;#39;s Top Male Idol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;()compared to last year&amp;#39;s ranking &lt;br /&gt;1. Kimura Takuya (15th year at #1 spot) (-) &lt;br /&gt;2. Fukuyama Masaharu (-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;3. Akanishi Jin (+5) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;4. Matsumoto Jun (+1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nakai Masahiro (-2) &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 51, 102);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Yamashita Tomohisa (+8) - omedetou aiahp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Katori Shingo (-1) &lt;br /&gt;8. Okada Junichi (-4) &lt;br /&gt;9. Oguri Shun (+10)&lt;br /&gt;10. Kusanagi Tsuyoshi (+1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;11. Kamenashi Kazuya (-1) &lt;/span&gt;:(&amp;#160;why kame... why dropped down??&lt;br /&gt;12. Inagaki Goro (-3) &lt;br /&gt;13. Tsumabuki Satoshi (-6) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;Sakurai Sho (+7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!?!??!??!!??! grrr...&lt;br /&gt;15. Domoto Koichi (-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;16. Ninomiya Kazunari (+2)&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;he should be higher than no. 14&lt;br /&gt;17. Eita (+9) &lt;br /&gt;18. Nagase Tomoya (-2) &lt;br /&gt;19. Tamaki Hiroshi (+5) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;20. Nishikido Ryo (+2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he should be higher than no. 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;21. Ikuta Toma (new)&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;yay toma!&amp;#160;:) heart heart hehe, he should be higher than no. 14&lt;br /&gt;22. Kenichi Matsuyama (new) &lt;br /&gt;23. Takizawa Hideaki (-11) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 0, 128);&quot;&gt;24. Ohkura Tadayoshi (+3)&amp;#160; &lt;/span&gt;tachon :), he should be higher than no. 14&lt;br /&gt;25. Mokomichi Hayami (-8) &lt;br /&gt;26. Koike Teppei (-3) &lt;br /&gt;27. Ichihara Hayato (new) &lt;br /&gt;28. Narimiya Hiroki (-) &lt;br /&gt;29. Koide Keisuke (+1) &lt;br /&gt;30. Miura Haruma (new) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* credits to mulun@lj for posting this in kattunlove and &lt;span&gt;ginger_ale from Smappies Jdorama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leo must rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also been buying a lot of books hehe :) &lt;br /&gt;and ueda... sigh... ueda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edward cullen... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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            <title>way to go SHO!</title>
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 &lt;div&gt;taken from leoatobe.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;Sep. 7th, 2008|&lt;strong&gt;02:44 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmmm as if things aren&amp;#39;t too hectic and tiring for me now...&lt;br /&gt;(i guess the boracay was no enough... or did nothing at all.. sob sob)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what can i say, Mr. Sakurai is definitely something!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apparently, he made a rule for himself that he’d never sleep with a fan since they have big mouths&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;~ at least he&amp;#39;s smarter than aiba!!! hahaha remembering the aiba cellphone pics &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 255);&quot;&gt;Sho
is currently rumored to be dating an older woman, and how much he
changed and grew into a serious mature guy. It says that Sho became
into a great person because of these experiences from his junior days…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah yeah yeah very &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: larger;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0);&quot;&gt;MATURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! bwahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;snap_shots&quot; href=&quot;http://myfirstgossipblog.wordpress.com/2008/04/01/the-wrongly-accused-sho-and-the-stupid-magazine-called-bubka/&quot;&gt;SHO scandal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class=&quot;snap_shots&quot; href=&quot;http://myfirstgossipblog.wordpress.com/2008/03/30/sakurai-shos-and-ninos-and-aibas-past-scandals/&quot;&gt;Sho, Aiba and Nino SCANDALS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to think i just got new blog on wordpress... hehe&lt;br /&gt;leoatobe.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*now i&amp;#39;m glad i lost &amp;quot;that&amp;quot; necklace.. gomen gaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p style=&quot;clear:both;&quot;&gt; 
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 &lt;div&gt;I had no idea how thick this pb was when I first placed my order for it! Shueisha publishing has released quite a treat for Arashi fans in the form of a gigantic 256 page color/black &amp;amp; white photo book which is almost the thickness of my white pages phone directory!!! And for only 2190 yen it&amp;#39;s one of the best Arashi pb purchases you could make for the cost. Arashi&amp;#39;s 5 dome tour is covered comprehensively through great and dramtic picutures covering everything from the arrival, the fans, tons of live shots, backstage photos, down time photos and lots of candid moments all caught in wonderful photography throughout!
    
    
    

    
    
    
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was also caught off guard by its inclusion of an audio CD!! The single track contained here is &amp;quot;Re(mark)able&amp;quot; which is noted to be Arashi&amp;#39;s 2008 Asian Tour&amp;#39;s &amp;quot;message song.&amp;quot;
    
    
    





        






    
    
    





        





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Here have a listen while you scroll down through a few scans and pics that I&amp;#39;ve included. It was quite difficult choosing which shots to include as 256 pages to choose from can do that to a fan. =D But here&amp;#39;s the ones that I&amp;#39;ve chosen from the lot:
    
    
    

    
    
    
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These member profile photos (Matsujun atop post) are some of the best that I&amp;#39;ve ever seen!!
    
    
    

    
    
    
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And Nino still my favorite member although with all of the Hana yori dango that I&amp;#39;ve been watching lately Matsujun is threatening to take over my top spot! And just under a month until Arashi&amp;#39;s new single &amp;quot;Beautiful Days&amp;quot; is released! The LE is already out of print but the RE is still availble &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.cdjapan.co.jp/detailview.html?KEY=JACA-5124&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and it includes a bonus track not available on the LE. I&amp;#39;m looking forward to the pv which will be included with the LE this time around!! ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few more scans from the AIA photo book and I took some snaps at the very bottom of a few two page photos which really dominate this pb...so many of them but I don&amp;#39;t have the software nor the know how of putting two separate page images together neatly so I chose not to scan any of those as they wouldn&amp;#39;t look very good here. :P Arashi sugoi!
    
    
    

    
    
    
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 The live concert shots are great but what I really love are those candid photos of the members...personable and fun. :)
    
    
    

    
    
    
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Hehe pushups!
    
    
    

    
    
    
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&lt;br /&gt;Love these shots!!
    
    
    

    
    
    
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And don&amp;#39;t forget to brush or else!...........
    
    
    

    
    
    
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            <description>    &lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t get me wrong, I love Nino chan very very much! &lt;br /&gt;But I just can&amp;#39;t bring myself to watch the Ryuusei no Kizuna team in TFPII due to a &amp;quot;little problem&amp;quot;... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;and due to that same &amp;quot;little problem&amp;quot;, I can&amp;#39;t bring myself to create the Ryuusei no Kizuna vox group.....&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: okay, Nino love won - &lt;a href=&quot;http://ryuseinokizuna.groups.vox.com/&quot;&gt;Ryusei no Kizuna vox group&lt;/a&gt; &amp;lt;- please join if you&amp;#39;re interested.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;We have 10 more days to hope for someone coming up with a method to put mosaic over that #@%* &amp;quot;little problem&amp;quot; on the screen xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, it&amp;#39;s been a long time.. I miss painting! (this is most likely to be left unfinished, unless I get time to go and touch up the highlight.....)&lt;br /&gt;Alas, whenever I see a picture of a person with a pair of glasses, I immediately think of Sarah Palin &amp;gt;&amp;quot;&amp;lt; &lt;del&gt;oh, and Stephen Colbert too &amp;lt;3 did I just heart that?&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catch up/reply another time!&lt;br /&gt;
    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
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            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;after reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://matsujen.vox.com/&quot; class=&quot;enclosure-inline-user&quot; at:enclosure=&quot;inline-user&quot; at:user-xid=&quot;6p00c2252653c48fdb&quot; at:screen-name=&quot;MatsuJen&quot; at:delegate=&quot;people-connect&quot; at:user-pic=&quot;http://up4.vox.com/6a00c2252653c48fdb00e398cc2af70005-75si&quot; &gt; jen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dreamville.vox.com/&quot; class=&quot;enclosure-inline-user&quot; at:enclosure=&quot;inline-user&quot; at:user-xid=&quot;6p00cd9724a3384cd5&quot; at:screen-name=&quot;nuriko&quot; at:delegate=&quot;people-connect&quot; at:user-pic=&quot;http://up0.vox.com/6a00cd9724a3384cd500e398ac829b0002-75si&quot; &gt;cathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;s posts about our taiwan visa.... i wanted to post right away har3... unfortunately still toxic with work... so im gonna make this short and simple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;next week, we won&amp;#39;t just be breathing the same air as arashi in taipei... we would literally be exchanging oxygens with the boys for 2 nites at the taipei arena *woot woot*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;as of last count, there are 23 people coming from my country watching them... for 2 nites also har3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;will do a more substantial post probably later... back to work now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;after reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://matsujen.vox.com/&quot; class=&quot;enclosure-inline-user&quot; at:enclosure=&quot;inline-user&quot; at:user-xid=&quot;6p00c2252653c48fdb&quot; at:screen-name=&quot;MatsuJen&quot; at:delegate=&quot;people-connect&quot; at:user-pic=&quot;http://up4.vox.com/6a00c2252653c48fdb00e398cc2af70005-75si&quot; &gt;jen &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;&amp;#160;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://dreamville.vox.com/&quot; class=&quot;enclosure-inline-user&quot; at:enclosure=&quot;inline-user&quot; at:user-xid=&quot;6p00cd9724a3384cd5&quot; at:screen-name=&quot;nuriko&quot; at:delegate=&quot;people-connect&quot; at:user-pic=&quot;http://up0.vox.com/6a00cd9724a3384cd500e398ac829b0002-75si&quot; &gt;cathy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;&amp;#39;s posts about our taiwan visa.... i wanted to post right away har3... unfortunately still toxic with work... so im gonna make this short and simple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;next week, we won&amp;#39;t just be breathing the same air as arashi in taipei... we would literally be exchanging oxygen with the boys for 2 nites at the taipei arena *woot woot*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8f42ad; FONT-SIZE: 1.25em&quot;&gt;as of last count, there are 23 people coming from my country watching them... for 2 nites also har3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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            <description>    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-WEIGHT: bold&quot;&gt;Life&amp;#39;s Colours &amp;amp; Sounds - Omake &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;‘Take me Faraway’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, in a kingdom whose name time had forgotten, there lived a handsome prince by the name of Jun. His attractiveness was legendary from his finely chiselled brows to his delicately moulded lips, and noble ladies from distant lands came to visit the kingdom he would one day inherit for no other reason than to swoon at his feet. Due to the attentiveness of the ladies, Prince Jun’s habitual aspect was one of coldness and reserve, but sometimes he could smile in a way that not only softened the austerity of his countenance but also lit his eyes with a gleam of purest amusement. It was not the smile he kept for social occasions – for those innumerable occasions – he donned a well-placed glare and a lopsided smirk. Only a few had seen that real smile, among those was his future kingdom’s Premier, who happened to be a close personal family of the royal family. Those who had not seen that smile were inclined to think that he was a proud, disagreeable sort of man, and they would have been utterly correct. He was of a highly disagreeable, unsocial and taciturn disposition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hey, I resent that! I’m handsome, in demand and the heir to this kingdom!” protested the Prince vehemently, shaking a disgruntled fist in the air. “Why am I in a doublet and hose sitting on a terrace wall? And who the hell is narrating this story?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unbeknownst to him, a personage of no importance was watching him from the shadows and coughing discreetly to catch his attention. “Psst, your highness, psst! Over here. By the shadows under the turret!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What now?” grumbled the prince as he sauntered to the shadows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’re in the wrong scene. The Terrace is for Act II. For Act I, you’re supposed to be in your royal bedchamber,” instructed the English Public School accent of the narrator as it sniggered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prince Jun, perceiving that he had been gulled, said with strong feeling, “Why didn’t you say so in the first place? I hope the servants cleaned the place. It’s always so filthy that I can see the dust crawling towards me!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The stark reality was however quite far from the stuff of fairytales. Prince Jun was, in actuality, of a highly disagreeable, unsocial and taciturn disposition so much so that he was known as the Dark Prince. Within the palace, he was infamous for his dark character. The servants, particularly, the maid-of-all-works, Sora, despised him so completely that she cussed him under her breath at every available opportunity. The infamy of his temper had led to an underground demand for Dark Prince voodoo dolls within the palace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Indeed, the day’s work was often made inexorably difficult due to his numerous demands for cleanliness and order. Sora, the maid-of-all-works, did not enjoy being at the receiving end of the Prince’s sharp tongue and frequently came to points with him, much to her own misfortune. Not for the first time, she wished that the Dark Prince voodoo dolls she had ordered via the Commoners’ Mail Order Network actually worked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our story opens at the start of the day with Sora scrubbing the floors of the Prince’s bedchamber in the medieval way - by hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oi, you, slacker!” commanded Prince Jun, authoritatively brandishing a cat-of-nine-tails. “Clean under the bed! I want every surface spotless. Anyone who skives will be pushed down the turret and fed to the moat crocodiles!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“The King has given orders that execution by moat crocodiles is for the entertainment of the Queen only,” lisped the royal interior designer Kaoru, holding out several swatches in various shades of purple for His Highness’s selection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ignoring the reference to his stepmother, whom he disliked with an unhealthy passion, the Prince swept the index finger of his free hand across his dressing table and recoiled in horror when he saw that it had darkened his immaculately royal finger. “Why is it still so dirty here! You, maid, clean it right away! Don’t you know how weak my lungs are? Or how fragile my royal body falls prey to common illnesses? Who will be responsible if I die?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Actually, your Highness, your fragile health is because you over-party every night,” Sora snapped, irritably flinging a once pink (now greyish) rag at him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Le gasp!” muttered Prince Jun, retreating two steps. “Did you just answer back to me, the Dark Prince?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shall we watch the instant replay?” asked Sora sotto voce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I don’t have to take this, ne!” announced Prince Jun as he drew himself to his full height and threw open the French doors of his balcony and tied Sora to one of the ropes already hanging by the balustrades. “You’ll see what it’s like to be this close…” He squeezed his finely manicured thumb and index finger together, “to the royal moat crocodiles!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You know, Dark Prince,” replied Sora frankly as she made no attempt to resist the Prince’s attempt to place her on the parapet with the rope tied around her waist. “I won’t die. No one really dies in an omake. FYI, her majesty fed the crocodiles an hour ago. They wouldn’t eat me. Socrates and Plato are very well behaved for crocodiles. And I’m due to appear in another story after this omake as part of my contract.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ignoring the reasonable words of the maid-of-all-works, Jun struck a dramatic and suitably princely pose with a hand on his forehead and another at his chest. “This shouting at the servants is ruinous to my perfect complexion. It may give me wrinkles before my time. I’m not like this by nature, ne. Ano, I’m misunderstood and lonely, and loneliness, ne, depresses me. Why, you ask? I will tell you! I’m starved of love. The other guys have their groundbreaking, touching romances and I, ne, I don’t. I feel left out – alone, cold and bereft. Eto…. What will I do? I want a Princess who will rescue me from this drudgery. I need a tall, fair, beautiful princess able to quarrel with me at least once a day. Are my requirements too hard to meet? Ano ne, I may be of royal blood and too handsome for mortal eyes, but even I need love!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Eh? You don’t need love!” razzed Sora, poking at him in the chest and giving the royal annoyance a piece of her mind. “You need to fix your screwed up character! No one loves a self-centred bastard Dark Prince. FYI, Highness, from the crappy, prissy way you behave, everyone, and I really mean everyone, has a bone to pick with you. Forget daily quarrels with your princess. You would have to fight duels from dawn to dusk! No one would care if you died….” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oops! My hand slipped,” sneered the Prince as he shoved her off the parapet mid-rant. “Of all the impertinence! Good service staff is so hard to find nowadays!” He shook his head and slapped his hands in self-satisfaction. “My job here is done, ne.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owing to his good looks, the Prince was well-loved and petted by everyone in the kingdom, however, precisely because of his winning ways, he had incurred the ire and displeasure of his stepmother who was really an evil sorceress plotting to take over the kingdom. It was rumoured that she had enchanted the King by magic because he would deny her nothing. It was also rumoured that her jealousy of the Prince and her personal ambition were so great that she spent her waking hours alternating between dastardly plotting to do away with the weakling king or contemplating the cold-blooded murder of her stepson. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, that could not be further from the truth. In this kingdom, the King was anything but a weakling and the Queen was anything but jealous of her stepson. The truth was, believe it or not, the King was an uxorious man and his current Queen was deeply attached to him. The commoners may not believe it (and what did plebeians know anyway), but the servants in the palace and the government ministers were fully aware of their Royal Majesties’ mutual affection and trusted their judgement in all fiscal matters of the state. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though the Privy Purse was full and the country not in any budgetary deficit, the royal premier was still concerned with the state of the kingdom. So concerned was he that he approached their Royal Majesties in the Privy Chamber with a stack of state papers. From the way the other ministers had crowded around the doors of their Majesties’ Privy Chamber, the Premier, one Sho Sakurai by name, knew something was amiss. He heard all their panicky reports and scowled as he ploughed through all the ministers’ statements, hoping against hope that one of them would pass for good news in their Majesties’ eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well?” hissed the King testily as Sho stepped into his chamber in full court dress. His Majesty shot metaphorical daggers at the Premier for daring to intrude when he was assisting with his Queen’s toilette. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh, most great and puissant Majesties, we must do something about the Dark Prince…” began Premier Sho uneasily as he tugged at the lace cravat at his throat, still unused to seeing his Queen &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;en deshabille&lt;/span&gt; despite the fact that it was twelve years since her coronation. He could not deny that she had implemented firm political reforms in the kingdom and was the only person alive who could manage the King. However, her habit of letting the King dress her after breakfast while they both attended to matters of state was most disconcerting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You should punish the errant Prince. The hoi polloi have heard of His Highness’s wild and sinister personality. He goes partying until five in the morning, sets off firecrackers for the hell of things, shopping for things he doesn’t need and refusing to pay, spewing insults to the traders, and pushing the servants into the moat. Last month alone, we lost five serving boys, two stable hands, three aide-de-camps and one scullery maid.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A scream and a vituperative shout of “Damn you, Dark Prince! Vengeance will be mine, do you hear me? Mine!” followed by a loud “oof” sound and the very quick downward whizzing of someone past the full-length windows of the Privy Chamber assailed everyone’s hearing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“My word, what was that?” the Queen asked blandly, pulling on a black fur-lined gown with turned-back sleeves over a dark maroon kirtle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Nothing of consequence, my love,” the King assured her as he opened the jewellery casket and picked out a set of earrings for her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That is exactly what I’m getting at, your Majesties!” cried Premier Sho in exasperation, pulling at his hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“The Dark Prince is getting out of control! That –” He pointed to the rope dangling outside the window. “That is another palace servant. We have to do something about him. A punishment must be meted out so that he will learn the error of his ways, meet a suitable Princess and get married.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We know Jun is a little problematic, but he’s my son, what do you expect me to do,” the King said in a clearly bored voice as he curled his lips sardonically, seemingly more interested in caressing his wife’s neck and watching her pin up the hair that she had twisted with a maroon ribbon. “What does my Alys have to say about this?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Your Majesty, if you could perhaps persuade His Majesty that disciplinary measures should be taken against Prince Jun,” said the pot-valiant Premier as he struggled to hide his growing discomfiture at being in the presence of his monarchs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Queen lifted her brows in bland astonishment as she tilted her head to allow her spouse to dab perfume behind her ears. “Is it even within my jurisdiction to punish Jun as his stepmother?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes, yes! Of course it is, your Majesty! But there are problems, innumerable problems! At the rate, the Dark Prince is going, the approval rating of the royal family will plummet to rock bottom before long!” explained Premier Sho in a burst of eloquence as he unrolled a parchment and pinned it to the desk her Majesty used for her private study. “You see here?” asked the Premier, indicating somewhere on the pie-chart with a quill. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“More statistics, Sho?” sneered the King as he twitched his lips into a dismissive smirk. “I can’t understand any of the regression models or Chi-squared models you use.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her Majesty, possessing a more intellectual turn of mind than her royal spouse glided forward towards the desk and adjusted a pair of prince-nez on her nose. “I’ll interpret for you, Kazu darling,” she turned to smile at the King warmly. “A survey was conducted using a sample of 1000 is drawn from the commoners. A single question was posed, videlicit: Do you think the royal family is superfluous? 35% answered yes, 25% answered in the negative, 15% answered whatever, 10% answered no comment, 5% answered other opinions, 5% answered it depends on the budgetary reforms after the second quarter.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Put it in a memo, Sho,” King Kazunari snarled and folded his arms. “You’re too realistic with the opinion polls.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A veil bulged at the Premier’s forehead and throbbed there as he gritted his teeth to maintain his equanimity. It was a fatal mistake to blow his top before the King and Queen. And as Sho was very much attached to breathing, he tried to contain himself. “Don’t you see, your Majesty, those who claimed to have no comment, other opinions or it depends on the budget are the swingers. If they believe they are unhappy, they could decide that the royal family is redundant.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” The king flicked a wrist and leant nonchalantly on the chair with his cheek resting upon the back of his hand. “What do you expect us to do about it? Jun’s still our son, however problematic.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Premier shook his head and waited in patient resignation for his certain fate to descend upon him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Your son, darling,” reminded the Queen, balancing on the armrest and placing a hand on his shoulder. “He has none of me.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“He could have been if you didn’t go off for the Crusades! I didn’t know if you were coming back! I waited a year, then five, then…. For fuck’s sake, I had needs, you know, Alys! I couldn’t wait around for you indefinitely!” he snapped, his eyes flashing at the Queen as she removed the prince-nez emotionlessly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I promised to bring you new lands and expanded territories to our marriage! Was I, the daughter of your father’s chancellor of the exchequer too lowly for you? You could have waited for me instead of taking an insipid Princess from a pathetic swampy backwater as your wife. Imagine what it was like for me to find out! Why do you think we sacked Constantinople?” Queen Alys rose and regally strode her way to the bookshelves and ran her fingers along the books’ spines. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You shouldn’t have left me to begin with!” riposted King Kazunari bitterly. “I said I would give you power, poetry and philosophy. If you said you wanted the neighbouring kingdom, we could have waged a war; you would have had it. You didn’t have to go the Crusades!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You didn’t have to marry &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It was politics!” the King reasoned and then curled his lips into a feral smirk. “Besides, I had her poisoned when you came back. What’s-her-name was just the bed warmer! I never gave her a coronation though the Crown could afford it. I did wait in my own way.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh, my poor darling, I’m sorry,” purred the Queen from the bookshelves, stretching out a conciliatory hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ah, my cynical little witch,” declared His Majesty, quickly striding to his royal spouse and reverently kissing her hand. “Torture and pillaging aren’t any fun without you!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon slapping his forehead on this display of conjugal bliss, Sho coughed delicately. “Your Majesties, now isn’t the time to be reminiscing about your courtship days. There’s the pressing matter of the Dark Prince.” He paused and executed a low court bow to the Queen. “Does your majesty have anything that might help keep the Prince in check? You are a sorceress after all.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Let’s see…” she traced a lip with a tapered finger and pulled out a book from the bookcase, causing the shelf to spin around and reveal a simple square wooden table with four chairs around it and a crystal ball in the centre. “This is the Crystal Ball of Truth. However I bought the generic version to save money, and the generic version, according to the manual has only 85-90% accuracy.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“85%, 90%. Whatever,” snorted King Kazunari dismissively, plonking himself in a chair by the table. “What I want to know is what it will tell us.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Queen Alys rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the men and waved her hands above the crystal ball. “Yield thy secrets that thine crystal eynes espy. Who shalt cause the ruin of the Kingdom?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A brief flash of light flooded the Privy Chamber, and a fairy about the size of a normal human being materialised with a soft pop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You already know the answer,” he said, spinning around in a moonwalk. “It’s the Dark Prince. How could someone so self-centred be the heir to the throne? His narcissism is a disgrace to the royal house and a public hazard! It ruins His Royal Majesty’s good name!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I like this fairy, Alys!” the King opined with a nod as he rested his chin on his wife’s shoulder. “Can we keep him as a pet?” When the Queen gave her assent, the King proceeded to ask, “What’s your name?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Satoshi, the fairy of the budget crystal ball,” he replied, pointing to his own nose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Premier Sho scratched his chin thoughtfully as their Royal Majesties tried to tempt the fairy with preserved plums and sweets. “I think the spirit may be letting his personal feelings of attachment to the royal family interfere. But in any case, just to confirm – Prince Jun will be the downfall of the kingdom?” When the fairy nodded with a sad pout, Sho thumped a fist in his palm. “Your Majesties, we must do something about Prince Jun before it is too late!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Kill him,” ordered the King and Queen simultaneously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sho looked at the royal couple and repressed a shudder. “Don’t you think you’re going too far?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No,” answered the royal couple in unison. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Look, Prime Minister,” the Queen elucidated. “Arguing amongst ourselves isn’t going to solve the problem of Jun ruining the kingdom. Let’s just kill him.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sho sighed and rubbed his face in resignation for there was no gainsaying the royal couple when they made a joint executive decision. “Fine, okay then. What do you want to do? Write a decree and execute him? Assassination is straightforward.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh! I see food!” exclaimed Satoshi, the budget crystal ball fairy, as he pirouetted his way to the Queen’s desk where there was a bowl of colourful foil-wrapped chocolate marzipan. He looked at the Queen with puppy dog eyes, pointed at the bowl and then pointed at his nose and smiled almost pitifully. Her Majesty nodded indulgently and flicked her wrist to indicate that the fairy could have the whole bowl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No!” King Kazunari insisted, coming to points with his Premier. “Assassination is too last century. I’m more in favour of other methods. We could launch a full frontal assault and hit him where it hurts the most!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It tastes like bleh!” Satoshi whined, sticking out his tongue and showing the Queen the confection he had bitten into. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Queen Alys rolled her eyes at the ignorance of the budget crystal ball fairy and peeled off the sticker, stuck it on the sprite’s nose and then unravelled the gold foil. “You have to remove the wrapper first.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oooh! Chocolate marzipan!” cooed Satoshi in delight as he took the unwrapped sweet from the Queen’s palm and popped it into his mouth. “Yum!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I say, Satoshi, if we do get Jun killed, why don’t you be our son and the heir to the throne. We could train you in the arts of governance, and you’re genial enough to sway the plebs,” the Queen suggested, a Machiavellian smirk playing in her eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oblivious to that exchange, the Premier and the King were still dagger drawing at each other. “That’s being cruel!” protested Sho on King Kazunari’s various death scene proposals for Prince Jun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Then we’ll put it to the Queen!” the King announced hotly. “Alys,” he called out, ruffling the chocolate-munching budget crystal ball fairy’s hair affectionately. “I’ve been trying to convince Sho without much success that torture is as viable an option as murder. Which would you have, my love?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Torture,” she replied, turning her lips contemptuously at the Premier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The King’s lips twitched into a smirk but he said with perfect gravity, “That’s just your own preference. Shall we try perforation instead?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sounds wonderful!” beamed her majesty as she seized her lord and master’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “It reminds me of our honeymoon.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That’s why I wanted to marry you even before the Crusades, my love. No one is as thorough on the torture rack as you,” he cooed, making sheep’s eyes at her and drawing a blush to her pale cheeks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I think I know where Prince Jun gets his evil side from,” groaned Premier Sho as he crouched on the floor, with his hands covering his head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What’s wrong with him?” asked Satoshi while unwrapping another chocolate and popping it into his mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“He’s in shock. It happens frequently,” the King replied, patting the fairy’s head. “We really should adopt you. You’re adorable and so easy to corrupt.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Huh?” Satoshi looked up innocently, his mouth smeared with chocolate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Never you mind,” the Queen interjected with a faint curling of her lips as she exchanged a meaningful look with the King. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Premier groaned again and shook his head at the royal couple, asking aloud, “Why are the two of you so popular with the people if you’re really so evil?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their Royal Majesties turned their heads sideways to look at him with their seductive smirks of impending doom. “Because it’s okay to be needy and selfish…” began King Kazunari, settling next to the Premier on his right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s a matter of not letting it show in public,” continued Queen Alys as she knelt beside the Premier and tried to soothe him. “Pity, Jun lacks this trait. He storms and rages in public. He doesn’t know how to hide it like we do.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Not everyone has our largeness of mind, my love,” the King reminded her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Quite right, darling,” she smiled at him. “Well, are we still torturing Jun?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Hardcore or softcore?” enquired her redoubtable better half as they ignored the whimpers of the Premier and the chocolate-munching fairy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A sparkle entered her eyes as she grabbed her beloved’s hand almost convulsively in joy. “Softcore, of course! We could have the dungeons refitted. Do you think the budget will allow for it, if we economised on state occasions, Sho?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Premier was unfortunately unable to reply to this sally as he was busy groaning and lamenting his fate at being stuck in the most unnatural royal court in his part of the world. Completely accustomed to his Premier’s behaviour, King Kazunari carried his formidable wife’s hand to his lips and replied imperturbably, “We’ll manage it somehow. We could dip Jun in boiling oil….” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Then scrub him with a metal brush…” responded Queen Alys with relish as she ran her eye over her husband’s handsome person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“And we’ll flay him…” whispered his Majesty in a silky drawl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Enough! For all that’s good and decent, you don’t have to tell me anything!” beseeched the hapless Premier Sho has he clamped his hands over his ears, unmitigated horror etched on his features. “Don’t go into the graphic details!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The royal couple, however, were deaf to his entreaties and merely giggled at each other as they did when they were in their first bloom before the Crusades and before his Majesty’s first disastrous marriage. Their besetting sin, as many palace insiders will tell you, is their exquisite enjoyment at deriving private enjoyment at the pain of others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’re still a marvel of a woman after all these years,” he articulated with a soft twinkle in his eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I adore you too,” she replied in a stifled tone when he cupped her cheek. “Dungeons or bedchamber?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Both,” he said, pressing the small of his wife’s back as they made their way to the side-door that led to her Majesty’s apartments. “Shall we get started, my love?” he suggested with an eloquent head jerk at the door, growing momentarily more enamoured of the scheme. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her majesty pursed her lips at him to counsel patience as she considered something briefly. “Prime Minister Sho,” she said decisively at the archway, with his majesty’s arm still around her. “See to it that Satoshi is given a set of apartments in the north wing. You’re dismissed for the next –” She paused and pursed her lips again in uncertainty, looking to the King for assistance. “How long do we need?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh, at least two hours,” said his majesty with perfect truth as he idly ran a finger down his wife’s neck. “Three if she’s writing in bed.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus, the handsome prince’s evil stepmother plotted to have him murdered in cold blood by bribing one of the indigent swordsmen in the royal military corps. The swordsman was to disguise himself as a hunter and take the Prince hunting. While they were away from the royal parks and hunting grounds, the swordsman was to strike and return with the head of the Prince so that the evil sorceress Queen could mount it on the wall of her secret witch’s lair. The plan was to make the decapitation resemble a hunting accident, which, of course, happened all too frequently in the part of the world where this narrative occurs. The poor Prince, however, knew not of the terrible fate that awaited him the next day… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Please, ne! Murder by a swordsman? Royal filicide, eh? Ano, ne, this is seriously old-school!” scoffed Prince Jun as he eavesdropped on the conversation outside the Privy Chamber. “They’re not going to kill me so easily, ne!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;*Ahem* As I was saying…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The poor Prince, however, knew not of the terrible fate that awaited him the next day. For come morning, the grooms were putting together the Prince’s train in preparation for the hunt and the swordsman made his way to the Prince’s chamber to request that he join the expedition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I am a female, and I am not a swordsperson; I am a maid-of-all-works! Could you make this omake more politically correct?” demanded Sora with her hands on her hips as she stood outside the Prince’s door. “However, I am skilled with various weapons and am a maid because I’m putting myself through the royal military academy.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;*Ahem* As I was saying…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The swordswoman cum maid-of-all-works made her way to the Prince’s chamber at dawn to request that he join the expedition. However, Prince Jun, who was as dark as reputation depicted pounced on the hired hand and captured the unfortunate maiden in a headlock, effectively holding Sora hostage. In capturing this hostage, the Dark Prince successfully threatened everyone who dared approach his royal and supreme handsomeness with perceived evil intent. As the Prince made his way to the gardens and near the southern exit of the palace, an uproar had broken out amongst the service staff as word spread that Prince Jun had gone into ‘dark’ mode again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was this scene that Premier Sho stumbled upon on taking his pre-breakfast stroll in Her Royal Majesty’s black rose garden. “Ai-eeee! Jun! Your Highness!” sputtered Sho in fear and disbelief as the Prince held a dagger at Sora’s cheek. “Don’t do anything stupid. Put the dagger down.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Don’t come any closer!” growled the Dark Prince with deadly glare at all and sundry around him. “Try stopping me and this cute maid’s face will get it.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“As long as you don’t injure my brain, I’m fine with it. I don’t need a cute face to graduate from military academy,” said Sora as she yawned. Being in the military academy and a maid-of-all-works was very tiring indeed and if it were not for the extra income this assassination plot would bring, she would not have bothered with Prince Jun’s histrionics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What are you trying to do, your Highness?” pleaded Premier Sho as he gingerly approached the Dark Prince. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Come any closer and I’ll disfigure her so badly that she wouldn’t be able to get married!” cackled Prince Jun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Big deal! I still have my brain,” muttered Sora, thoroughly bored by her captor’s antics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By this time, the whole palace was in such a state of panic that even the King and Queen were roused from their slumber or would have been if they were morning people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What time is it, darling?” murmured Her Majesty, lifting up the eye-mask briefly and then falling back on the pillows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Dawn. Go back to sleep. I’ll manage this,” His Majesty suggested as he clambered out of bed and pulled on a black robe with a large ‘N’ embroidered in gold on the left breast. Ambling to the French windows and looking down at the assembled servants jumping in panic over something, the King bellowed, “Who’s making this ruckus so early in the morning?! Heads will roll for this!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s the Prince!” shouted Premier Sho in response as he pointed to the Dark Prince and his hostage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The corner of His Majesty’s mouth twitched in displeasure. “My love,” he addressed the Queen who had just pottered next to him. “Jun’s playing the bad guy again! Why does he have to be the villain so openly? Doesn’t he know how to hide his villainy?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Jun is an arse because,” yawned the still exhausted Queen while nestling her head on his shoulder, “he’s a chip of the old block.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Perhaps you should throw a flower pot at them to silence them.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“It’s before ten o’clock. I’m too tired to be evil before then.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ah, sorry for keeping you up, my love, but the dungeon game went into over time… Oh! they’re going out!” pointed out King Kazunari as the errant Prince and his hostage disappeared out the south gate. “If we’re lucky, they could end up killing each other. Your hands are cold, let’s go back to bed.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the Queen didn’t not reply, she had already dozed off in her royal spouse’s arms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, Prince Jun had already manoeuvred his way to the woods and had tied up his hostage to a very sturdy looking tree. Feeling very pleased with himself for this extemporaneous display of thinking on his feet, he stood up without checking his rope work and declared, “Yes! I’m free from the palace! Free from royal protocol!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’ve never observed it your entire life, your Highness,” retorted Sora as she tested how far she was bound by the ropes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ah, freedom!” the Dark Prince laughed loudly, throwing his arms open widely, pointedly ignoring Sora’s vituperative remarks as to his less than stellar character. “Oi, maid person, someone’s bound to travel through the forest and find you. Stay put and you’ll be fine!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Highness,” ventured Sora the maid-of-works and military academy cadet between gritted teeth. “It would be wiser to return to the palace, confess to your wrongdoings and beg the forgiveness of their Majesties.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Bah!” dismissed Prince Jun with a delicate wave of his handkerchief. “My ideal princess isn’t showing up, so I am going to look for her myself and have an earth-shattering romance!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Ever thought about fixing your rotten personality first &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; getting someone else to like you, Highness?” Sora mocked, testing the resiliency of the ropes once more. “No one wants a selfish bastard like you.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Moi?” laughed the Prince haughtily with a foot on a rock and posing in what could pass for a manly pose if he were not of the lean variety of men. “I don’t sell anything! I’m a prince! I don’t sell things, let alone fish! How dare you insinuate that I sell fish!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sora’s eyes narrowed at the royal pain in the behind and wondered how the kingdom was going to sustain itself once the present King and Queen were dead because it was clear to all except those of no brains or those with brains in body parts best left unmentioned that their Majesties were excellent managers of money. “Okay, you’re &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; just a selfish bastard! You’re an idiot too! They say idiots don’t realise they’re idiots until they’re on their deathbeds. I could put you on your deathbed when I get my hands on you, you pompous arse of a Dark Prince.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“If I am an idiot,” the Prince responded, running his fingers through his tousled hair. “I’m a damn good looking one, ne. I bet you’ll be the envy of all the girls that you were taken hostage by the Dark Prince. Oh yes, I am devilishly handsome. I will make it through this ordeal and find my own true love!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You only love yourself, so go kiss your reflection in a polished farthing and get it over and done with it,” spat Sora as she wriggled a hand free and pretended to restrain it behind he. “This whole world is full of so many idiots running around like they own the place. I can’t believe that you’re so full of yourself that you think you own it all! Even their Royal Majesties know that the kingdom is for the sake of the people, not just their own needs.” She coughed and added in a mutter, “Even if they have some pretty crazy needs of their own.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“La la la!” sang the Prince, pulling down his eye at Sora and sticking out a tongue at her. “I’m not listening! I’m off to find me a lost Princess or two! Take care now! Buh-bye!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owing to the kindness of the swordswoman, the Prince’s life was spared and he fled into the woods, wandering in the wilderness for many days until he came upon a clearing and a charming cottage ornee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Eh? What cottage ornee? Eh? It’s a broken down straw hut at twelve o’clock. Who the hell is narrating this story? Is the narrator blind?” complained the Prince as he strode purposefully forward and kicked down the door. “How can something this shabby be still standing! Eek! Rushes on the ground, how unsanitary! The walls are – le gasp – made of wood. And everything looks like it’s covered in soil! How can anyone live in these squalid conditions! And this –” He opened a pot of warm but coarse-looking porridge and dipped in a tentative pinky for a taste. “Bleck! Who can eat this rubbish!” He overturned the pot and plodded to another part of the cottage, stumbling over several potted plants until he came to a bed. Collapsing into it, he harrumphed his displeasure. “This bed is so hard and lumpy. It will bruise my royal back! Who will massage me if I get backaches!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Despite being unaccustomed to his surroundings, the handsome Prince fell asleep in the cottage from exhaustion. Unbeknownst to him, the cottage belonged to Chiaki, the elven guardian of the woods. A spirit known for her compassion to flora and fauna, Chiaki had returned home after a hard day’s work tending to the district’s vegetation and was looking forward to century-egg porridge when she realised to her dismay that her cottage had been broken into. Her anxiety increased when she found her cottage seemingly disordered as if it had been ransacked. However that anxiety melted away and was replaced by annoyance when she saw Prince Jun sleeping in her bed. Although her first instinct to call the local constabulary, she mastered that desire when she deemed that it was jumping the gun. However, &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;entre nous&lt;/span&gt;, she abandoned that scheme because she realised she was in the wrong story for calling the police. Furthermore even if there were a police force in this omake, they would not pay any heed to the complaints of non-human entities. Thus, Chiaki settled for prodding the sleeping (and drooling) Prince Jun with a twig to ascertain if he was still alive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Eh? What! Why did you wake me!” shouted Prince Jun sullenly as he sat up abruptly and rubbed his arm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I should be the one asking the questions. Who are you and what are you doing in my house?” demanded Chiaki crossly, her arms akimbo and a foot tapping in impatience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Shut up, hag! This pathetic shack is a hovel not a home. And this bed is killing me. Who the heck are you!” asked Prince Jun, stretching and rubbing his eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I am Chiaki, elven protectress of the woods!” she declared in an echoic voice as a flash of lightning darted behind her and a small gust of wind fluttered her cloak behind her. “I will ask you again, mortal – who are you and what are you doing in my house?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Startled by the sudden intrusion of elemental forces, Prince Jun darted his eyes around in bewilderment. When he was satisfied that he was not going to be struck by lightning, he quickly regained his equanimity by flipping his hair dramatically and flashing a dazzling smile. “I&amp;#39;m a wandering prince, ne, searching for my own true love.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chiaki snorted so as to swallow the chortle that was threatening to send her rolling on the floor. She was an elven guardian with an image of austerity and calm poise to live up to; as such, she could not afford to allow herself to look like a fool before an arrogant self-centred idiot of a prince. “Uh-huh,” she sniggered, “I would deeply appreciate it if someone with that kind of a lofty aspiration did not stoop to breaking and entering someone else’s property.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I have good reason for that!” protested Prince Jun AKA the Dark Prince with a hand on his forehead. “You do not know the trials and tribulations I have suffered! My stepmother, an evil witch, wants to murder me to usurp the throne. She hires an incompetent noisy swordswoman to kill me because she’s too cheap to hire a real sniper.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You mean the damsel tied up by the tree who struggled free and asked the woodland sprites to eat you come nightfall? You know, your Highness, I’ve only joined the story at this point, but I think that girl meets all your requirements,” instructed Chiaki, struggling to overcome her desire to bop him at the back of his head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Eh!” exclaimed the Prince, very much aghast. “What! I’m a prince of royal blood! That’s just a scullery maid!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[Sora in a voice over: To recap, I’m a maid-of-all-works because I’m putting myself through military academy.] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Even if King Kazunari and Queen Alys are plotting to murder you in cold blood, and I can see why they would want to,” said Chiaki consideringly as she paced the length of the room. “That’s no reason for breaking and entering into my house!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wrinkling his nose in disdain, Prince Jun spat out derisively, “This isn’t a house. It’s a hovel! I was forced by circumstances to my pitiable state.” He paused and as he struck a princely pose, shiny roses materialising in the background. “I was too weak because I spent the last few days wandering in the woods. Now I have no choice but to stay here and recover my strength. Thank you, woman with pointy ears, for volunteering to take care of me. I want pancakes for breakfast and make sure they’re more cake than pan!” he continued, turning over on the bed and going back to sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“For the last time, I’m the elven protectress of the woods!” grumbled Chiaki, as a vein pulsed dangerously on her temple. “You have got to be kidding me! Where’s the police when you need them?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The cottage ornée in which the prince sought shelter and succour belonged to the elven guardian of the woods. Under her protection and his royal largess, the elven lady and the Prince got along very well, living together on a platonic basis for many days in peace and harmony. Never was there a more peaceful coexistence of two beings of different socio-economic backgrounds and species. Indeed, even the Prince and elven lady thought so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oi, Chiaki!” commanded Prince Jun from a chair where he was perusing a copy of &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;Eligible Royal Bachelors Quarterly&lt;/span&gt; and feeling just the slightest bit chuffed that the King in exile of the neighbouring kingdom was featured on the cover instead of his fine self. “Go chop some firewood and sell them. Don’t come back if you don’t sell them all.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“How dare you speak to me this way!” huffed Chiaki as she stuck her head down a Venus flytrap and removed a heavy tome from its gaping mouth. “If this were Lord of the Rings, you would be dead by now! Moreover, I’m an elven guardian. It is not in my job description to chop firewood,” as she said so, she chucked the informative tome entitled ‘Manual for Elven Protectors: Abridged Version’ at the back of his head. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cussing at the bossiness of the elf, the Dark Prince, opened the book to and pored through it, his brows furrowed in displeasure. “What! You’re right! But what’s this? Ah ha! It says here!” He paused and pointed triumphantly to a passage. “You tend to flowers, birds, trees and stuff! Sell some flowers at the marketplace and some caviar back tonight!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Why do you need caviar? This kingdom is situated on a mountainous region!” riposted Chiaki, waving a broom at the Prince. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Because my royal palate demands it!” announced the Dark Prince matter-of-factly as he shoved Chiaki out the door. “Don’t come back without caviar, ne!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the door slammed behind her, Chiaki balled her fists and looked up at the heavens, muttering sotto voce, “When I get my hands on Lady Strange, I’ll plant her head first into the ground next to the spider lilies for writing this omake.”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, back at the palace, the evil Queen rejoiced in the belief that she had her stepson murdered. She was so gratified with the perceived demise of her good-for-nothing stepson that she imprisoned the weakling King, signed a warrant for his execution, declared herself Empress of the land and nearly emptied the Privy Purse throwing celebratory balls at her seizure of the throne. That would be the story many chroniclers would tell you. However, that could not be further from the truth. Their Royal Majesties, King Kazunari and Queen Alys, along with their trusty Premier Sho, were busy spin-doctoring in a bid to prevent news that Prince Jun AKA the Dark Prince was running amok somewhere potentially draining the kingdom’s finances and gathering an army to raise a rebellion against his father and stepmother. Politics was dirty that way, especially if crowns and thrones are involved, and especially if you were as twisted as the members of the royal family in this particular kingdom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Sho, be frank with us. How long can we keep quiet about Jun’s disappearance?,” King Kazunari began, placing a supportive hand on his Queen’s shoulder as she deliberated over the many papers before her on the proposed policy of economic rebates for farmers. “We either find him and kill him or send a pack of mercenaries after him.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We already have the foot soldiers going through the fire swamps and the eastern forest with toothcombs for the Prince, your Majesty,” answered a nervous Premier Sho as he swept his hair back and licked his lips anxiously. He would never own it but he was inwardly perturbed when the King and Queen were serious about state matters. The royal couple would do anything for the sake of political power. Sho sighed and frowned as he noted the Queen’s untouched cup of tea and their Majesties’ unfinished chess match. The truth was, they had turned their efforts to the law in a bid to consolidate their hold over the kingdom since their attempt to assassinate Prince Jun met with dismal failure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I told you so, papa,” pouted Satoshi, the budget crystal ball fairy, swinging his legs from the table and drawing something in a blank book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“This proposal will create a deficit in the budget for the first quarter next year if we implement it,” Queen Alys said, placing a hand on her husband’s as she pushed aside the state papers. “The only way to immediate rectify the problem is to find Jun and kill him.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oblivious to the gravity of the situation, Satoshi looked down at the table and crawled towards a bowl of fruit that the kitchen maids had brought up but were untouched by the royal couple. “Oh! I see food!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The King shook his head and patted his consort’s arm so that she scooted over to the side and let him sit on her armrest and they sighed thoughtfully at unvoiced plans as to what they ought to do with the Dark Prince. Suddenly struck by inspiration, the King stroked his chin sagely and said, “Satoshi! You’re the fairy of the budget crystal ball, what do you see with your 85-90% accuracy?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Your majesty!” sputtered Premier Sho in disapproval as the budget crystal ball bit into an orange he had picked up from the bowl and stuck out his tongue, whereupon he continued his valiant attack on the citrus fruit. “85-90% accuracy leaves a large margin of error.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No, no, my dear.” The Queen rolled her eyes in exasperation, taking the orange from the fairy and tearing its skin off viciously. “You have to peel it first like so.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yay! Orange!” exclaimed Satoshi, clapping his hands when her Majesty showed him the pared fruit. “I love you, mamma!” He kissed her on the cheek when she gave him the orange. And then, looking at the dejected King who was pouting and staring at the orange peels, he proceeded to peck His Majesty on the cheek as well. “I love papa too!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“He’s a good boy, isn’t he, Alys?” smirked the King while ruffling the fairy’s hair. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“All the better to corrupt, Kazu darling,” replied the Queen as she curled her lip sardonically and pinched the fairy on his cheek. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Premier slapped his forehead at his monarchs’ wanton display of affection and loudly groaned even though no one paid him any attention. After sighing and moaning for five minutes to no avail, he coughed roughly, “Hey, crystal ball fairy, you were supposed to locate Prince Jun for us.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh yeah,” smiled Satoshi, sheepishly scratching the back of his head before concentrating his efforts at the crystal ball with furrowed brows and an intense pout. “I found him! He’s alive in the north-northwest woods.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Damn boy’s like a cockroach! He just won’t die!” remarked the King with some vehemence. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Indeed.” The Queen steepled her hands at her lips. “We should hire mercenaries. I know a few from my days at the Crusades.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The long suffering Premier mumbled to himself as he helped himself to a piece of orange the budget crystal ball fairy offered him, “Villains never die when you want to them to. As diabolical people, your Majesties’ must surely know that.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Our villainy isn’t the main turning point of this story. It’s Jun’s,” stated the King imperturbably. “Killing him outright is the best option left to us at the moment.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Groaning and thumping his head on the table before recollecting himself, the Premier nodded grimly at the wisdom of the King’s words, “Your Majesty is right!” he declared decisively. It’s not about the execution of our plans anymore. It’s like I won’t feel satisfied until I bring Prince Jun down.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Welcome to the club, Prime Minister,” remarked the Queen as she pensively removed the prince-nez from her nose and tapped it lightly on the table. “This time, we cannot afford to fail.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agreeing with the Queen’s assessment, Premier Sho offered, “With your puissant Majesties’ permission, I propose we send a new assassin after the Prince. We must cover all the bases in…” The rest of his suggestion was truncated by the royal couple holding out their hands in the universal sign to signal that he was to halt in his speech. “No, your Majesties, there will be no torture involved. There can be no torture involved because his Highness is not within the confines of the palace.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Queen glowered imperiously at him in a cold and haughty manner calculated to abash him. “But we haven’t…” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Said anything yet,” the King continued as he threaded his fingers with his Queen’s when he saw that her digits were trembling in barely concealed rage. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Your Majesties’ auras are too easy to read,” conceded Premier Sho with a low court bow as he strove to hide the chuckle that was threatening to engulf him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While the evil Queen and her minions were hatching their next diabolically nefarious plot to murder the handsome Prince Jun, his Highness was happily spending his day gambolling about the north-northwest woods with the local woodland creatures, touching all the animals with his bright and outgoing nature. Indeed, he was such an indispensable help to Chiaki, the Elven Guardian of the woods, that she considered taking him as a protégé. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What delightful weather we’re having!” proclaimed the Dark Prince as he drew aside the curtains of Chiaki’s cottage ornee. “It’s giving me a craving for pinot noir from the Côte de Nuits.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I fail to see any real connexion to wine and good weather. You just want expensive wine for your stupid spoilt rich boy palate!” stated Chiaki matter-of-factly as she scrubbed the top of the stove. “If you knew anything, which you don’t, you would know that we are much too far away from the Côte de Nuits.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Prince sneered and promptly placed the shopping basket on Chiaki’s arm, manoeuvred her to the door while announcing self-importantly, “I &lt;span style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; a Prince. Be thankful that I have chosen to stay in your broken down hovel amongst all the broken down hovels in the kingdom! Go buy me a bottle of Côte de Nuits pinot noir and make sure it’s a good vintage, or don’t even think about coming home!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Curse you, Dark Prince!” screeched Chiaki, stomping a petulant foot as Prince Jun slammed the door in her face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You wouldn’t be the first female to howl at me!” answered the Prince smugly from behind the door. “Go get some Roquefort to go with the wine while you’re at it!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When the cussing and thunder cloud following the Elven Protectress of the woods departed, the Dark Prince finally ventured outdoors to enjoy the air and the sunshine and proceeded to make the best of his time by tending to the area immediately surrounding the cottage. However, unknown to him, there was a shadow hiding behind an obliging well-placed tree with a fat tree trunk watching everything that unfolded, waiting for the right moment to strike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I’m bored stiff!” cried Prince Jun, glumly cupping his cheeks in his hands as he sat down on the steps of the cottage and stared out in the distance. “Le sigh! I guess I should really get a move on and seek out my one true love soon, ne.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deeming that the time was now, the assassin – for that was the true identity of the shadow behind the fat tree trunk – approached. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Would you like to buy a d’Anjou pear?” lisped a lass of surpassing beauty with smiling eyes that put the stars to shame and a generous mouth made for giggling who moved with such elegance and grace that Prince Jun – himself a connoisseur of beauty – found himself instantly charmed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“A d’Anjou, my pretty?” he asked, leering openly at the woman who shyly held out a pear to him. “Just who are you and what is a succulent morsel like you doing in a forsaken forest like this?” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh,” giggled the lass. “I’m just your run of the mill itinerant pear seller, Kaoru.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You look vaguely familiar somehow. Have I flirted with you before?” he enquired, taking the pear from her with a seductive smile that made the unfortunate maiden cringe ever so slightly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I think I would have remembered a distinguished personage such as yourself,” lied Kaoru, whom you may recognise as the interior decorator/designer of the palace. She may look terribly brave for not cowering to the Dark Prince, however, the truth was – she was terrified that the Prince may have realised that the pear was in fact poisoned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“True, true!” laughed the Prince, flipping his hair dramatically as he rubbed the pear on his doublet. “I am the handsomest man in the land! Anyone would remember flirting with the great ore-sama!” And then, he took a bite of the pear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was a brief paused as he chewed, and then, without warning, the Dark Prince fell to the ground in a loud thud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes, yes, yes!” cheered Kaoru, jumping for joy. “Success at last! What a lucky thing that His Majesty remembered you were an incorrigible flirt!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thus it was that poor, innocent, and dazzlingly handsome Prince Jun ate the poisoned pear and fell down, to all intents and purposes, dead. Her duty now done, Kaoru merrily skipped her way back to the palace to report the good tidings to her employers and perhaps sit a little while with their newly adopted son, Satoshi, who was proving to be very artistic and gentle. The elven guardian of the woods, unaware of that which had lately transpired, made her merry way back home to the Prince with the news that she had overheard in the town square. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Idiot spoilt brat Dark Prince!” muttered Chiaki testily as she dragged a shopping basket behind her. “Because of that royal pain in the behind, I have been working round the clock at botanical gardens, the woods and the hothouses for extra income! Because of that royal pain the behind, I spent all my money on a smelly cheese and expensive wine. If this keeps up, I would have to murder the idiot Prince myself instead of waiting for the King and Queen to do so!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those were only words spoken in anger, for when the elven protectress of the woods saw the Prince lying motionless on the ground, she immediately sprang into action. “Are you still alive?” she asked, kicking his side. “Oi! Dark Prince! Wake up!” She aggressively alternated between repeatedly slapping and shaking him. “Go back indoors before you claim that you’ve caught a non-existent chill and demand that I distil chamomile for you again! Oi! Annoying spoilt brat Prince!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On receiving no response, she released her grasp of his person, allowing him to hit the dry ground with another dull thud. “Well, well, the King and Queen have finally done it! Good for them!” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chiaki woul