My Ex-Best Friend: The Prince (A Paco Fanfic)

My Ex-Best Friend

A/N: Here's the start of a new fanfiction of mine! WARNING: The flashback contains murder and thoughts of suicide. If you're uncomfortable with this, you may want to skip it, but it's kinda important to the story... So... I'll put an A/N after the flashback giving you a quick, not so detailed flashback. Anyway, enjoy the new fanfic!

Taco's POV:
I used to live a great life. I had my family, many friends, life was great. At least, until that day... That day I betrayed my best friend, Pickle...

Flashback...

"Ha ha! You can't catch me!" an eight year old me shouted to a nine year old Pickle. "We'll see about that!" Pickle shouted back, laughing. I ran through town, running away from Pickle. I then came upon the forbidden forest. Kids weren't supposed to go in there, but I decided not to pay attention to that. I ran inside the forest. I kept going deeper and deeper into the forest. I heard foot steps, but they weren't coming from behind me. "Huh...? How could Pickle have caught up to me already?" I asked myself quietly. "FREEZE!" a loud voice shouted. I looked up and saw a man on a black horse. I gasped. The horse was black... That meant... He was someone from the enemy kingdom... In the kingdom of Cucina... "What're you doing here...?" the man asked. "I... I... I was just playing tag... W-with my best friend..." I quietly answered nervously. "A little girl like you shouldn't be wandering around in the woods... You could get... Hurt..." he said. Pickle had then caught up to me. "Tag! You're i-!" he started to say when he saw the man with the black horse. "Well well... If it isn't the prince himself..." the man said. "Come on Taco... We should leave..." Pickle told me. "Sour cream!" I replied. As a child, I would say silly things like that. "You two aren't going anywhere... This'll be the perfect way to take over the kingdom of Pilla..." the man said. My eyes widened and so did Pickle's. The man got off of his horse and pulled out a sword. "Alright... Taco... Run away, and I kill him... Sacrifice yourself, and he lives..." the man told me. I remembered what Pickle's parents told me when I first became best friends with Pickle: "Taco, being our son's best friend has many responsibilities... He's the only line of family left to continuing ruling over the kingdom... You must protect him at all costs... Even if it means giving up your life..." I agreed to protecting him at all costs. But my fear and selfishness took over me. I didn't want to die... I started to run. "Taco!!!" I could hear Pickle scream. I hid behind a bush, scared and unsure of what to do. I then heard the sound of a sword going through flesh. I cringed at the sound, not even sure if I wanted to look. My best friend was dead. I was sure of it. I slowly looked at saw Pickle, alive. Wait, alive? I looked next to Pickle and saw another man, a sword through his chest. I saw the man from Cucina pull the sword out. I then realized who the man that was stabbed was.

Pickle's father: the king.

I gasped at the sight. I saw Pickle, shocked at what had just happened. The man with the black horse then left the forest, returning back to Cucina. "Pickle!" I exclaimed, running to him. He then held a hand in front of me. "Leave..." he said. I just stared at him. "Wh-what...?" I asked. "Go away..." he then said. "P-Pickle... I-I'm sorry abo-" I started to say. "HOW COULD YOU?!" he then shouted. "Y-you promised... You b-betrayed me... H-how could you j-just leave me l-like that! And now because o-of you... My f-f-father's d-dead!" he cried. "Pickle... I..." I tried finding words to say, but they wouldn't leave my mouth. "LEAVE TACO! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" he then shouted. My eyes filled with tears, those words stinging in my heart. I ran away, crying, all the way back to my house. I came back home, just to find both of my parents, slaughtered dead on the ground. I gasped at the sight, then started crying even more. "Wh-why does this have to h-happen to me...?!" I asked myself out loud. I then noticed a note on the table nearby. I looked at it, then read it:

Taco,
Some man from Cucina came into our home. He's told us what happened. He looks like he's about to kill us. Please, just always remember, we'll always love you, no matter what happens.
Love,
Your Mother and Father

I could feel more warm tears flow down my face, reading the note over and over again. I then just sat on the ground, crying my heart out. How could this day get any worse?! Then I realized: I have no more family... No one to take care of me... How was I gonna survive?! I eventually ran out of tears and stopped crying. I looked around and stood up. I went to the kitchen and found the cutting knife. I slowly picked it up and started questioning my life. I was about to stab myself, end my life, until I remembered the note again. Then, I felt like I could hear my parents, telling me to not do it. No... I can't do it... I have to live on... For them... I set the knife back down and walked back into the room my dead parents were in. I sat down in a nearby chair and just thought about my life.

End of flashback...

(A/N: Okay, the flashback has ended. So basically, Pickle and Taco were best friends when they were little, Taco promises to protect Pickle from danger since he's the only family left to continue ruling his kingdom, Pilla. They were playing and went into a forbidden forest, saw a man from the enemy kingdom of Cucina. He gives Taco the option of staying or leaving, sacrificing her life or saving it. She runs away behind a bush. The man is about to kill Pickle but his father, the king, sacrifices himself instead. Pickle gets angry, yells at Taco, never wants to see her again. Taco runs back home, crying, and find both of her parents dead. She finds a note written to her before her parents' death. She think about committing suicide, but doesn't because she wants to live on for her parents.)

Now, I sit alone in my house at age fifteen, struggling to take care of myself. I hardly had enough food to eat, hardly had enough water, barely owned any clothes, I had to sell a lot of stuff for money, I was living a hard life. I was just fired from my seventh job today. I just wished that I had someone... Someone to help me... Someone to be with... I looked on my wall and saw one of the most treasured items in my life. A painting. A painting of Pickle and me, when we were little. I really missed Pickle... Has he forgiven me yet...? I sent him many letters many years ago, but haven't ever gotten any replies. "I didn't mean to do it Pickle... I didn't mean to... I was just a scared little kid, not knowing what to do..." I said out loud, as if Pickle was sitting right next to me. I could then feel a tear fall down my face. It was the first time I had cried since Pickle told me to leave and my parents died. I tried to keep myself from crying all those years. My parents would always tell me what a happy child I was. I wanted to be happy, for them. I tried to think of a way to distract myself. I stood up, now realizing how hungry I was. I walked into the kitchen and looked at the basket of lemons on the counter. Ah, lemons. I have this weird thing for lemons... I really like lemons... The other kids had thought I was weird for eating plain lemons, but Pickle accepted me for who I was. I grabbed a knife and cut one of the lemons in half. I took both halves with me and sat down in a chair. I started to suck on one of them, thinking about my childhood. My thoughts then started to drift from my childhood, to childhood memories with Pickle. I wonder what he looks like now... I thought about how he looked back then. Dark brown skin, curly dark-green hair, deep green eyes, he was quite good looking to be honest. As I grew up, I would overhear other girls saying how cute he was, how they wanted to be his queen when he started ruling over Pilla. But I haven't seen him since that dreadful day... I have no clue what he looks like now... I looked at myself in a mirror hanging off of the wall. I stared at my light brown, blondish hair, my fairly light-colored skin, my brown eyes, and the green and red headband I was wearing. My parents gave it to me when I was little, so I would often wear it. As I ate my lemon, I suddenly heard a fanfare of trumpets blast outside.

A/N: Hai! So, if you read "OTP or NOTP," then you would've heard that I started writing a Paco fanfic! And here it is! I feel like I gave Taco such a tragic backstory... 😅
So, what do you think? Should I continue this? I hope you enjoyed this! I'm not sure if I'll be posting any chapters regularly for now, but I may once I finish one of my regularly updated fanfics! Again, hope you enjoyed this! =^-^=