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One could expect the royals to be taken into comfort, after all the royal bloodline of Tajimu rests on the shoulders of both the lads, specifically Atsumu, although twins, he, in fact is the oldest.
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"PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU!"
"YOU ARE INSANE!"
The guards winced at the voices they heard behind the opening of the wall they stood beside to guard. It had been like this everyday for years, the Princess of Tajimu would march up to the rightful heir of the throne and demand his hand in marriage.. over and over, it was the same thing everyday. All day.
"Atsumu- please I'm begging you, if I'm not wed soon enough they will bring a random man from nowhere- FOR me. Do you want me to be unhappy for the rest of my life?"
"HAH- YES? I DO? Of course I DO! I want you to be unhappy here and unhappy DEAD! I WILL NEVER MARRY YOU."
"Why do you hate me so much?.."
"This is annoying. Akari you ask me this question everyday. I hate you because you're standing outside this cage and I'm standing inside this cage. I hate you because you have a bed. I hate you because you have everything. Everything that was mine and my brothers."
Akari looked down at her feet, she felt at dazed again. Her brain finally registered strenuous loop of days, just how it registers the loop of days every day before.
She focused on the concrete beneath her feet, it had bumps and little pieces of gravel beneath it, her eyes followed the little specks of rocks to the shiny metal rod that separated her and her lover.
She looked straightforward, her breath caught in her lungs as the line of metal rods caught her sight , long with a metal door holding a dark black keyhole that contrasted with the shiny color of the metal. It looked so tempting to just fill it with the same shiny metal, get rid of the dark key hole.
Akari knew she could very well do that, she knew where the key was, she could get it but.. what next?
Atsumu sat looking at the black haired girl stare intently at the key hole, it really was the same thing everyday. She comes here, begs him for his hand. Cries. Screams. Stares at the lock and leaves.
But today it was different. Instead of leaving Akari came closer to the metal rods and sat down, she ushered him close.
Finally, out of loop.
Akari watched as the man in front of her walked closer to her, she observed his state from head to toe.
Atsumu had dirty blonde hair covering his eyes, the brown part of his hair was up to his shoulders, it was unkept, tangled and a mess. He was shirtless, cuts lay across his body and his back was truly a sinister sight.
He wore shorts as bottoms and was barefoot, his knees were purple, Akari always ignored the scars. It scared her, that her mother was truly capable of such harassment. She has always ignored the situation her and Atsumu were in. Ignorance after all is bliss.
Atsumu came and sat in front of her, bars separating them both. It was a clear reminder that their lives are very different.
In an hushed tone Akari whispered, "if you marry me, we can rule Tajimu together, we can throw my mother out and free your brother and we can live happily ever after."
Atsumu looked at her eyes, it was soft and sincere, he could feel the warmth and love radiating from her eyes, she too was against her mother, fleeing to Atsumu's tower at noon everyday when her mother would be too busy to check on her whereabouts. She is sincere.
She loves him.
But he can't.
