Accelerator ones shots

Royalty

3rd pov

Accelerator sighs from where he's sitting at his desk. He would normally have no trouble with this, but his leg has been acting up more than usual today and so he's unable to concentrate, the pulsing driving him crazy. With a huff, he leans back, ignoring the looks from Yomikawa and Yoshikawa - his aides and both well respected knights - as he starts to massage his bad leg, trying his hardest to work out the pain. Of course, it doesn't work, never has, and the medicinal mixture he has must be rubbed directly against his skin, and takes well over an hour to take effect.

He clicks his tongue, but goes to stand, grabbing his sword from beside him and discretely using it to help him up, because it can't be known that the 1st born prince of Academy is disabled, so he's prohibited from using any kind of cane or support of any kind unless he's been injured in battle. He heads for his door, Yomikawa trailing him, and heads towards his room, more than prepared to get this over with, he's still got a stack of paperwork almost as tall as him waiting for him back at the desk, and he knows he can get through at least half the pile before he goes to bed tonight, where he'll probably end up reading a book most of the time due to insomnia.

He adjusts himself, red pants sliding to fully cover his legs, the red sleeves moved to his wrists, his black gloves covering his hand, the gray outline on his clothes an interesting contrast. He picks at the sleeve, before a hand pulls his away by the wrist, blue eyes looking at him regretfully. Yomikawa is more than aware he does that to get his mind off the pain - which always gets worse when he's moving - but he can't do it in public. With a soft grunt, he puts his hand down and opens the door to his room, plopping on the couch as soon as he can. The bed always dips too much, giving under his weight, and it makes it hard for him to actually get the medicine rubbed in.

Of course, Yomikawa is the one to do it, but most people would consider that inappropriate, but he doesn't give two shits. He can't reach his entire leg without moving it - which fucking hurts - and he can't even cuss without being in the privacy of his room or mind, since it isn't princely behavior, and you can't just cuss out the other royalty, that won't work. Politics is a giant headache Accelerator would love to be rid of, but unfortunately that will not likely happen. He'd sooner be struck down by an enemy or in the battle or war then get politics to leave him alone, so he exhales sharply as the cold medicine is rubbed into the mangled skin of his right leg, scars weaving around it from where an enemy had wrapped a heated chain around his leg and then left it there while trying to torture him for information.

He had barely survived, infection setting in before they even rescued him, but thanks to the determination of Heaven and his assistant/protégé Last Order he had survived, both becoming his main herbalists to go to with any problems. Of course, he rarely has any, but when he does, those two are the first to know, even before his family, Yoshikawa typically the one to tell them. He gets up as Yomikawa finishes, pants pulled back on, boots easily slid back on his feet, and they're on their way, right back to his office, with the mountain of paperwork.

The door opens easily and he moans, the paperwork having multiplied in the short moments he was away. He begrudgingly sits back down, letting his aides return to their work as they chat softly, but that's for the best. He wonders where Touma, the assassin he'd asked to guard Last Order is, before recalling that he is out patrolling, has been since this morning. He sighs, before dragging his attention right back to the paperwork, determined to get most of it done. Hours pass, with Yomikawa and Yoshikawa both leaving him, all of them aware Touma is perched on the tree outside his balcony, watching out for anything.

Accelerator grunts and stretches, tries his hardest to get rid of the burning in his muscles from being hunched over so long, but it doesn't help, not even slightly, same as always. He rises, sword buckled at his belt, and turns the light off, his signal to Touma that he's leaving for the night. He hears a chuckle and then nothing, so he heads for his room, guard up because he is alone, swiftly closing the door behind him. He hates being royalty, hates it with a passion, but if it gives him the money, the knowledge and the power to protect those he loves, even with them being few and far between, he's more than willing to deal with it.