Your Protector

Chapter 1

He was a vision; a pure vision sitting amongst the flowers that were just as beautiful as him.

His black hair was blowing softly in the wind, his dark eyes shimmering like the stars at night. His skin was pale and clear, and his cheeks had a light color of pink, similar to the pink roses and tulips that surrounded him.

He was dressed in white, making him look like an angel from a distance. And an angel he was... Budo wanted him unlike anything he had ever wanted.

Dressed in a fine, black suit, sitting tall on a white, shining horse, Budo sauntered over to the beauty sitting amongst the flowers.

He lifted his dark eyes to the handsome gentleman on the stallion. He blushed at the sight of his sharp, masculine features.

"Come Taro," Budo held his hand out to him. "I have a more beautiful place to show you."

The boy in white took his hand without question. Budo pulled him up on his stunning steed, and they rode off to somewhere different. The whole time, Taro had his arms wrapped around Budo's waist, resting his head on his shoulder lovingly.

After a short distance, Budo announced their arrival. Taro gasped at the sight before him.

They were on a grassy cliff that was overlooking a large waterfall that was shining in the sunlight. Near the edge was a picnic set made just for two people.

"Oh Budo, it's so beautiful!" Taro said in awe.

Budo smiled proudly as he got off his horse. He helped Taro down and walked him to the picnic set.

As soon as they sat down, Taro tackled Budo into a hug, knocking them to the ground.

"Thank you, my prince!" he cried out happily. "You are the best boyfriend I could ever ask for!"

"Haha, well... what can I say?" Budo replied modestly, holding back a moan when Taro began to straddle him. He lifted his hands to cradle the boy's perfect face.

"Oh Budo..." Taro began to lower his face.

"Budo?"

The boy jumped slightly when he snapped his eyes open to see that he wasn't in a beautiful meadow, but a fairly pretty courtyard. He turned to the boy he had been dreaming about, who wasn't in white, but a baggy, black uniform. He was still lovely though. "Uh—yes, Taro?"

Taro's eyes shifted to behind him, and Budo followed. He widened his eyes when he saw that his arm was wrapped around Taro's waist.

"Oh geez! S-sorry about that, Taro, eheh..." he immediately withdrew his arm, moving it to scratch his nape embarrassingly.

Taro refrained from laughing at the dork next to him. "Did you fall asleep?" he teased.

"Um..."

Taro lifted an eyebrow as he waited for Budo's answer, smirking at him the whole time.

There really was no other way to explain why his arm suddenly did that. Well... there was, but he was still too afraid to tell Taro. "Y-yes, I did," he answered. He then casually leaned back a bit. "I ended up dreaming about me using my mastery skills in martial arts to save a prince, and I put my arm around him, so I guess my actual arm had to follow along," he chuckled; he was trying his best not to stutter.

Taro let out an adorable giggle, and Budo immediately forgot what he was even stressing about. "You must be tired. Did you not get a good sleep last night?" Taro asked.

Budo bit his bottom lip. He recalled the memory of last night. He was laying in his bed, still wide-awake past midnight, admiring pictures of Taro on his phone. "Yeah, not really..." he replied. It was the truth, just not the whole story.