I did something terrible today
I'm blaming Hayley for this. In fact, I'm always blaming Hayley for everything now, since... well, she knows why.
So... I wrote a little something~ Something about Disgaea~ Don't worry, it's not the "horrible thing (tm)" yet, it's just... a different horrible thing,
It was supposed to be a regular night out, and for the most part, it had been. Krichevskoy and his friends had snuck out of the castle and hit the town. The plan had been pretty simple, get some food and skip on the bill, re-deface the town square for the fifth night in a row, and go spit on Holy Demons wandering around. It was just another night of harmless teenaged fun for the young prince. Near the end of the night however, after Krichevskoy parted ways with his friends, he found himself in an odd position. He was tired, but what kind of demon would he be if he returned home at a decent hour? In a desperate attempt to make the night longer, he began to aimlessly wander around, taking the extra long way home.
“Hey kid...”
It would appear that the young prince wasn’t as alone as he thought he was on his walk. He stared at the older man in a trench coat, knowing full well who he was and what was coming out of this exchange.
“Leave me; I have no business with the likes of you!”
“Come on kid, I know you’re curious. Come on, at least check it out.”
“I said no!” Krichevskoy said, moving back, away from the strange man. He had heard rumours about these things, but he never thought he would ever fall on one of them. Oh he would use all of his powers to bring the man to jail for trying to poison the mind of this Kingdom’s royalty.
“Come on, just try one. Just one, I know you’re curious. If you don’t like it, no big deal, just throw it out. But you never know, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
Before he knew what was going on, a paper bag was dropped in his hands before the demon teleported away. His first instinct was to throw the thing away and simply forget about the whole night, however... well the man had seen through his own curiosity. Biting his lip, Krichevskoy started making his way back home, the bag hidden away. At the very least, this was the proof he needed to arrest that man and make his ass rot in jail until Celestia burned over.
* * *
“You have to do something! Please, our son, we’ve tried everything and he’s...”
The queen was dramatically wiping away her tears with her lace handkerchief as the King simply rolled his eyes. Of course this was a problem, but they didn’t need to publicise it. A little discipline and a good spanking would fix his son, they didn’t need professional help.
“The other day... the Prinnies found this under Krichevskoy’s bed...”
The professional took the bag and emptied out its contents, frowning. By the Hells... whoever the Prince had been talking too... it was no mere pusher.
“Damn... where did he get this?”
“Is it bad?”
“Bad? This... this is the “Inlander” series by Giane Badaldon. A series. That bastard knows what he’s doing; even a non addict would be hard pressed not to go ask for a sequel!”
The Queen fell down to her knees sobbing while the King’s face devolved into an even bigger frown. That bastard... he probably lured him with a simple, cheap paperback romance novel and now... damnit, he should have noticed earlier that his son had started acting differently. And he was supposed to be the good one too...
“We’re going to have to move fast if you don’t want this to get worse. Don’t worry, your Highness, Junkies can be fixed. You’ve done well up to this point but we’re going to have to step it-“
“DOOD, we found Prince Krichevskoy! He’s in a secret room near the bathrooms, dood!”
Usually, a Prinny barging in a private meeting would have resulted in a good old fashioned tossing, but today, the King, the Queen, and the counsellor rushed out the door and ran to the bathroom. Now that the Prinnies had discovered the switches, the secret door easily opened, and inside stood a mortified Krichevskoy, sitting cross legged on the floor, a laptop on his lap.
“F-father? Mother... what a surprise...”
“Cut the crap Krichevskoy! We know what you’ve been up to... to think that YOU would sink so low!”
Ignoring the Queen’s sobs, the counsellor grabbed the laptop away from a protesting Krichevskoy, who suddenly found much interest in counting the tiles on the floor. “Damn...” was all he could muster to say. This was bad, very bad... the Prince was browsing stolenfiction.hell!
“Son,” the King said, his voice dripping with disappointment. “Tell the truth, what were you writing?”
The young prince let out a half hearted string of muffled “nothing” and “you wouldn’t understand”. Why were teenagers always so... so... difficult? The King grabbed his son by the arm and lifted him up. “ANSWER ME! WHAT WERE YOU WRITING?”
A long silence followed before finally, Krichevskoy spoke up in a half voice.
“... I was writing... G rated fluff...”
“By the Hells!!! My son-“cried out the Queen, unable to stop herself from running out the door in tears. “MY SON IS A SHIPPER!”
I REGRET NOTHING!
This entry was originally posted at http://taiga-ameca.dreamwidth.org/99625.html.
So... I wrote a little something~ Something about Disgaea~ Don't worry, it's not the "horrible thing (tm)" yet, it's just... a different horrible thing,
It was supposed to be a regular night out, and for the most part, it had been. Krichevskoy and his friends had snuck out of the castle and hit the town. The plan had been pretty simple, get some food and skip on the bill, re-deface the town square for the fifth night in a row, and go spit on Holy Demons wandering around. It was just another night of harmless teenaged fun for the young prince. Near the end of the night however, after Krichevskoy parted ways with his friends, he found himself in an odd position. He was tired, but what kind of demon would he be if he returned home at a decent hour? In a desperate attempt to make the night longer, he began to aimlessly wander around, taking the extra long way home.
“Hey kid...”
It would appear that the young prince wasn’t as alone as he thought he was on his walk. He stared at the older man in a trench coat, knowing full well who he was and what was coming out of this exchange.
“Leave me; I have no business with the likes of you!”
“Come on kid, I know you’re curious. Come on, at least check it out.”
“I said no!” Krichevskoy said, moving back, away from the strange man. He had heard rumours about these things, but he never thought he would ever fall on one of them. Oh he would use all of his powers to bring the man to jail for trying to poison the mind of this Kingdom’s royalty.
“Come on, just try one. Just one, I know you’re curious. If you don’t like it, no big deal, just throw it out. But you never know, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
Before he knew what was going on, a paper bag was dropped in his hands before the demon teleported away. His first instinct was to throw the thing away and simply forget about the whole night, however... well the man had seen through his own curiosity. Biting his lip, Krichevskoy started making his way back home, the bag hidden away. At the very least, this was the proof he needed to arrest that man and make his ass rot in jail until Celestia burned over.
* * *
“You have to do something! Please, our son, we’ve tried everything and he’s...”
The queen was dramatically wiping away her tears with her lace handkerchief as the King simply rolled his eyes. Of course this was a problem, but they didn’t need to publicise it. A little discipline and a good spanking would fix his son, they didn’t need professional help.
“The other day... the Prinnies found this under Krichevskoy’s bed...”
The professional took the bag and emptied out its contents, frowning. By the Hells... whoever the Prince had been talking too... it was no mere pusher.
“Damn... where did he get this?”
“Is it bad?”
“Bad? This... this is the “Inlander” series by Giane Badaldon. A series. That bastard knows what he’s doing; even a non addict would be hard pressed not to go ask for a sequel!”
The Queen fell down to her knees sobbing while the King’s face devolved into an even bigger frown. That bastard... he probably lured him with a simple, cheap paperback romance novel and now... damnit, he should have noticed earlier that his son had started acting differently. And he was supposed to be the good one too...
“We’re going to have to move fast if you don’t want this to get worse. Don’t worry, your Highness, Junkies can be fixed. You’ve done well up to this point but we’re going to have to step it-“
“DOOD, we found Prince Krichevskoy! He’s in a secret room near the bathrooms, dood!”
Usually, a Prinny barging in a private meeting would have resulted in a good old fashioned tossing, but today, the King, the Queen, and the counsellor rushed out the door and ran to the bathroom. Now that the Prinnies had discovered the switches, the secret door easily opened, and inside stood a mortified Krichevskoy, sitting cross legged on the floor, a laptop on his lap.
“F-father? Mother... what a surprise...”
“Cut the crap Krichevskoy! We know what you’ve been up to... to think that YOU would sink so low!”
Ignoring the Queen’s sobs, the counsellor grabbed the laptop away from a protesting Krichevskoy, who suddenly found much interest in counting the tiles on the floor. “Damn...” was all he could muster to say. This was bad, very bad... the Prince was browsing stolenfiction.hell!
“Son,” the King said, his voice dripping with disappointment. “Tell the truth, what were you writing?”
The young prince let out a half hearted string of muffled “nothing” and “you wouldn’t understand”. Why were teenagers always so... so... difficult? The King grabbed his son by the arm and lifted him up. “ANSWER ME! WHAT WERE YOU WRITING?”
A long silence followed before finally, Krichevskoy spoke up in a half voice.
“... I was writing... G rated fluff...”
“By the Hells!!! My son-“cried out the Queen, unable to stop herself from running out the door in tears. “MY SON IS A SHIPPER!”
I REGRET NOTHING!
This entry was originally posted at http://taiga-ameca.dreamwidth.org/99625.html.