I Prefer the Mind Control Fanfiction - Going to Earth
This is fanfiction for I Prefer the Mind Control. I might rewrite that one so that certain major problems with it are corrected. My mind was inspired to write in that universe, so here you go. It's told from Jirrin's perspective and takes place before the official story starts. Enjoy!
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This is a bad idea, and I know it.
“Xan, are you really going to go to Earth now? You know what the political climate is like there -- President Bradley of the National States especially doesn’t like us,” I say, looking my friend directly in his eyes. By the ancient gods, his eyes are lovely.
“Being here is getting to be too difficult, Jirrin,” Xan sighs. “There’s all this talk from my fathers about taking more responsibility -- you’re a smart guy, so you know I’m not suited to that.” He looks down at the floor, unable to hold my gaze.
I’m about ready to throw my hands in the air as we sit in the couch in Xan’s living room. “Do you think Krun or Ayli are any more suited to it?” I ask.
He shakes his head, making his glossy black hair catch the light in an especially striking way. I can’t help admiring him when he does that. Or when he does anything, to be honest. Xan has been my friend for ages, and I’ve never told him about my feelings. Instead, I just watch him, wishing I could make him see me in the way I see him.
“My siblings aren’t any more suited to ruling Zimara, no. Krun is a power-mad dictator in the making, and Ayli is so...opposed to our culture that she would make a terrible Queen,” Xan sighs.
“Exactly. Krun wants to be King so he can lord it over all the common people. Ayli thinks so little of our ways she won’t even use her mind control powers or let them be used for sex,” I say. I look at Xan, noticing how weighed-down he appears.
“Ayli’s never even had a lover, as far as I know. Do you know how unusual that is?” Xan says. He leans back in the couch and stares up at the ceiling, as if it will hold answers for him. The ceiling isn’t going to tell him what he needs to hear -- he can’t run away from his responsibility to his people.
“It’s extremely unusual for one of us,” I say. My heart feels heavy -- I get the sense I won’t be able to convince Xan to stay and take more responsibility.
Xan drops his head into his hands. “I -- I can’t, Jirrin. I can’t stay here. At least, I need a...break before I try and take responsibility. But, really, can you see me leading the Zimaran people? I’m no good at politics -- Krun at least has some talent there,” he says.
Part of me wants to smack him for saying such a thing. “Krun may have talent, sure, but he would use that talent for evil. You know this well, yet you seem ready to let your fathers give him the throne?” I say.
“Would I really do a better job than he would? Incompetence can be as dangerous as evil,” he says.
I grab his arm and wrench it away from his face so that he’ll look at me. He flinches, but he does look at me, and I don’t let go of him.
“You would do a decent job if you would just get some damn confidence,” I mutter.
“Where am I supposed to get that?” he wonders. He looks like he genuinely doesn’t know. For that matter, I don’t know, either -- Xan should be a lot more confident than he is.
“I don’t know, Xan, “ I say. My voice is barely audible, and I can hear the defeat in it. I let go of him, and he doesn’t put his head back into his hands.
“Don’t you think going to Earth might be good for me? Vacations are supposed to be revitalizing and all that, aren’t they?” he says.
Now it’s my turn to avoid his eyes -- Xan does have a point there. That said, I don’t think going to Earth is the best idea, since the political climate down there is really not friendly to our people.
I take a long time to figure out what I’m going to say next. The pause stretches across the air and becomes unbearably heavy. My eyes are drawn to Xan’s face and his beautiful metallic bronze eyes, lovely black hair, flawless deeply tanned skin and perfect features. I want to lean over and kiss him, but I can’t do that now.
It’s not like we haven’t had sex before, either -- doing such among friends is perfectly normal on Zimara. But Xan has never thought of our sleeping together as anything but friendly. Now, I wonder -- how much of my reluctance to approve of Xan’s vacation plans is because I want to be around him?
“I...suppose a vacation wouldn’t kill you, but -- do you have to go all the way to Earth?” I say.
“People...they know me all around Zimara, Jirrin,” Xan says. He fidgets with his hands. “I want to -- to get away from anybody knowing me.”
“So you really do want to run away from your responsibility,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“Is it so wrong to want to not be the Prince of Zimara, if only for a little while?” he says. He looks at me, and his eyes are almost pleading.
I could get lost in those bronze eyes. It would be all too easy -- but, perhaps, I have gotten lost in them already. “So you just want to take a break from being a Prince -- do you really think Earth is the best place to do that?” I say.
Xan nods. “I do. Political climate aside, it’s supposed to be a fun place to visit,” he says.
I would think the political climate would preclude any “fun,” but Xan seems determined to go. Now, I realize I can’t make him change his mind, and it’s not truly my place to control his actions, anyway. Still, I don’t want him going -- and, I’ll admit, I don’t want him to leave me.
That gives me an idea -- I can feel my face brighten just thinking about it. “Xan, I’ll approve of your plan to go to Earth -- on one condition,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow. “Why the sudden the change? And what’s your condition? Is it going to be something intolerable?” he mutters.
“It’s not going to be intolerable,” I say. There’s a hint of laughter in my voice as I shake my head.
“Well, what is it?” Xan asks.
“I’ll come with you,” I say.
When Xan looks at me blankly, my stomach clenches -- what if he doesn’t want me to come with him?
“You’ll -- come with me?” he says, like he can’t believe it.
I nod. “I will. My job is allowing me some vacation time, anyway, so that won’t be a problem,” I say.
Xan grins so widely, my heart skips a beat. He then hugs me, and that skipped beat turns into a flutter. I love having him so close.
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “Your approval means a lot to me.”
That it means a lot to him means a lot to me. I feel lighter than I have since I started this conversation with Xan -- and, who knows, maybe this vacation will be a chance for him to finally see me as I see him.
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This is a bad idea, and I know it.
“Xan, are you really going to go to Earth now? You know what the political climate is like there -- President Bradley of the National States especially doesn’t like us,” I say, looking my friend directly in his eyes. By the ancient gods, his eyes are lovely.
“Being here is getting to be too difficult, Jirrin,” Xan sighs. “There’s all this talk from my fathers about taking more responsibility -- you’re a smart guy, so you know I’m not suited to that.” He looks down at the floor, unable to hold my gaze.
I’m about ready to throw my hands in the air as we sit in the couch in Xan’s living room. “Do you think Krun or Ayli are any more suited to it?” I ask.
He shakes his head, making his glossy black hair catch the light in an especially striking way. I can’t help admiring him when he does that. Or when he does anything, to be honest. Xan has been my friend for ages, and I’ve never told him about my feelings. Instead, I just watch him, wishing I could make him see me in the way I see him.
“My siblings aren’t any more suited to ruling Zimara, no. Krun is a power-mad dictator in the making, and Ayli is so...opposed to our culture that she would make a terrible Queen,” Xan sighs.
“Exactly. Krun wants to be King so he can lord it over all the common people. Ayli thinks so little of our ways she won’t even use her mind control powers or let them be used for sex,” I say. I look at Xan, noticing how weighed-down he appears.
“Ayli’s never even had a lover, as far as I know. Do you know how unusual that is?” Xan says. He leans back in the couch and stares up at the ceiling, as if it will hold answers for him. The ceiling isn’t going to tell him what he needs to hear -- he can’t run away from his responsibility to his people.
“It’s extremely unusual for one of us,” I say. My heart feels heavy -- I get the sense I won’t be able to convince Xan to stay and take more responsibility.
Xan drops his head into his hands. “I -- I can’t, Jirrin. I can’t stay here. At least, I need a...break before I try and take responsibility. But, really, can you see me leading the Zimaran people? I’m no good at politics -- Krun at least has some talent there,” he says.
Part of me wants to smack him for saying such a thing. “Krun may have talent, sure, but he would use that talent for evil. You know this well, yet you seem ready to let your fathers give him the throne?” I say.
“Would I really do a better job than he would? Incompetence can be as dangerous as evil,” he says.
I grab his arm and wrench it away from his face so that he’ll look at me. He flinches, but he does look at me, and I don’t let go of him.
“You would do a decent job if you would just get some damn confidence,” I mutter.
“Where am I supposed to get that?” he wonders. He looks like he genuinely doesn’t know. For that matter, I don’t know, either -- Xan should be a lot more confident than he is.
“I don’t know, Xan, “ I say. My voice is barely audible, and I can hear the defeat in it. I let go of him, and he doesn’t put his head back into his hands.
“Don’t you think going to Earth might be good for me? Vacations are supposed to be revitalizing and all that, aren’t they?” he says.
Now it’s my turn to avoid his eyes -- Xan does have a point there. That said, I don’t think going to Earth is the best idea, since the political climate down there is really not friendly to our people.
I take a long time to figure out what I’m going to say next. The pause stretches across the air and becomes unbearably heavy. My eyes are drawn to Xan’s face and his beautiful metallic bronze eyes, lovely black hair, flawless deeply tanned skin and perfect features. I want to lean over and kiss him, but I can’t do that now.
It’s not like we haven’t had sex before, either -- doing such among friends is perfectly normal on Zimara. But Xan has never thought of our sleeping together as anything but friendly. Now, I wonder -- how much of my reluctance to approve of Xan’s vacation plans is because I want to be around him?
“I...suppose a vacation wouldn’t kill you, but -- do you have to go all the way to Earth?” I say.
“People...they know me all around Zimara, Jirrin,” Xan says. He fidgets with his hands. “I want to -- to get away from anybody knowing me.”
“So you really do want to run away from your responsibility,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“Is it so wrong to want to not be the Prince of Zimara, if only for a little while?” he says. He looks at me, and his eyes are almost pleading.
I could get lost in those bronze eyes. It would be all too easy -- but, perhaps, I have gotten lost in them already. “So you just want to take a break from being a Prince -- do you really think Earth is the best place to do that?” I say.
Xan nods. “I do. Political climate aside, it’s supposed to be a fun place to visit,” he says.
I would think the political climate would preclude any “fun,” but Xan seems determined to go. Now, I realize I can’t make him change his mind, and it’s not truly my place to control his actions, anyway. Still, I don’t want him going -- and, I’ll admit, I don’t want him to leave me.
That gives me an idea -- I can feel my face brighten just thinking about it. “Xan, I’ll approve of your plan to go to Earth -- on one condition,” I say.
He raises an eyebrow. “Why the sudden the change? And what’s your condition? Is it going to be something intolerable?” he mutters.
“It’s not going to be intolerable,” I say. There’s a hint of laughter in my voice as I shake my head.
“Well, what is it?” Xan asks.
“I’ll come with you,” I say.
When Xan looks at me blankly, my stomach clenches -- what if he doesn’t want me to come with him?
“You’ll -- come with me?” he says, like he can’t believe it.
I nod. “I will. My job is allowing me some vacation time, anyway, so that won’t be a problem,” I say.
Xan grins so widely, my heart skips a beat. He then hugs me, and that skipped beat turns into a flutter. I love having him so close.
“Thank you,” he murmurs. “Your approval means a lot to me.”
That it means a lot to him means a lot to me. I feel lighter than I have since I started this conversation with Xan -- and, who knows, maybe this vacation will be a chance for him to finally see me as I see him.