The Medieval Times. (BSD Fanfiction)

Becoming A King's Jester. (Part 1)

Dazai the jester walked down the street, he was going to his new cottage while juggling. He had just moved to this town and was looking for a job. As he walked, a Russian man tripped him. As Dazai fell, his smile turned upside down. "That's not very nice." He said to the man. The man kept walking. Dazai stood up wiping the dirt off his knees. He grabbed his juggling balls and counted, "1...2...3...4...5...6...7....wait, 7? I thought I had..." He looked up and realized that his juggling ball was right in the middle of the roadway. He walked over and went to pick it up.

As he did, a carriage was also going down the roadway. He looked up, his pupils turning small. His arms going to his sides. He dropped the juggling balls. He quickly accepted his fate and stared. After a bit, he realized that the carriage stopped. He looked up to see a handsome ginger walking up to him from the carriage. His eyes quickly dilating.

The man picked up some of the juggling balls and put it in a specially designed bag. He finished picking up and handed the bag to Dazai. "Sorry for almost running you over. Even though it's not even my fault." He mumbled the last part and glared at the carriage horseman. Dazai just stood there. A light blush crawling onto his face. The ginger continued to speak. "So, your a jester?" He asked. His eyes scrolled up and down at Dazai's attire. Dazai didn't answer for a bit, as he tried to process what the ginger said. "O-Oh, uh yeah...." He rubbed the back of his neck. The ginger smiled and gave Dazai a wood-carved card.

"Can't wait to see you soon." He said as he went back on the carriage. Dazai moved himself out of the way as the carriage left. He looked at the card, it said, 'Hiring! The kingdom needs the following: Jesters: paid 3 silver. Jailkeepers: paid 3 silver and 2 copper. and Bartenders: Paid 1 silver.' Dazai's eyes widened. "That's an awful lot." He thought to himself.

At The Kingdom

The next day Dazai showed up at the kingdom with his new specially designed bag. On the bag it said 'prince's delight'. A bag that was made by a very wealthy baggage store. It was the one that the ginger gave him for his juggling balls.

"What's your name, and what specific reason are you here for?" The 1st knight asked. "Um, is it not obvious...?" He replied and pointed at his jester outfit. "What's your name, and what specific reason are you here for?" The 1st knight repeated. Dazai gave a look. "My name is Osamu Dazai. I'm here to apply for a job as a jester." Dazai said rolling his eyes. The 1st knight looked at the 2nd knight, as if the other knight could read his mind. The 2nd knight nodded and they opened the doors.

Dazai swallowed and walked in. He walked up and saw 3 people on their knees with knights behind them. The knights held swords to their necks. As Dazai walked he saw a familiar face. The handsome ginger. "Why is he in the king's chair though...?" Well, that question was answered a second later.
"The king will decide your fate!" A knight yelled to the 3 people and pointed at the ginger. As Dazai entered, everyone went quiet. Dazai went to his knee. And stayed a couple feet away from the king.

The knight went to yell but was cut off. "Quiet." The king said. "I know him." The knight nodded and backed away. "Hello, good king. I'm here to apply for a job as a jester." Dazai said bowing. The ginger smiled. "Call me Chuuya." Everyone's eyes widened for a moment. Well, except for the king's. Dazai swallowed. "Okay, Chuuya." The name felt odd to say. Yet, it felt so right at the same time. Nobody really got to call him by his first name. Half the time they just call him by his last name.

Days Later.

Dazai got up out of his bed, ate some crab, brushed his teeth, changed his bandages, and checked his mail. While looking through his mail, there were tax notices and debt collecting papers. He went through the mail till' something caught his eye. It was a royal scroll. Dazai's eyes sparkled. He held it up to his chest and prayed to the Great Dark Lord Mori. (1 of the many lords that different people believe in.) He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. He opened the scroll and...

At The Kingdom.

Dazai was given purple, white, and black jester clothing for his job by a butler. He put the clothes on and his makeup. He went out to the king, where he was still deciding what to do to the three people. Dazai stood by the king and after a bit got bored, so he asked King Chuuya what the three did. "These 3 are Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Kyouka. They trespassed and stole." King Chuuya replied stern. Dazai thought for a moment. He put his elbow on the armrest of the king's chair followed by putting his chin on his hand and said, "Instead of killing them, maybe you should just put them in the dungeon. Hm~?" Dazai suggested. King Chuuya thought about it for a second, and nodded. "Throw them in the dungeons! Maybe then, the little bastards will learn their lesson." The three were brought to the dungeon.

Hours Later

"Jester!" King Chuuya yelled. "Entertain me!" Dazai tensed. He had forgotten about that. He moved and stood infront of King Chuuya. He took out his 8 juggling balls and juggled. After awhile King Chuuya got bored. "Do something else, you mackerel." Dazai stopped juggling. He thought and thought before looking around to see only two knights in the room. Dazai stepped closer and crawled onto King Chuuya's lap. "Entertaining enough~?" He whispered into King Chuuya's ear. The knights saw this and went to take Dazai off, until Chuuya brought up his hand. Silently telling them that it's okay. "Nope, very bold of you to do that though. You could've lost your job. But I'll give you a chance to crawl off and know your place." King Chuuya said. Dazai smiled and crawled off. "You're very obvious, chibi." Dazai stated. Chuuya raised an eyebrow. "Don't call me that. And...what do you mean-?" He asked. Dazai chuckled and went back to King Chuuyas side.

At Dazai's House.

Dazai sat at his desk writing on a page. Then, he thought about the three peasants, who broke in and stole. He wondered how they were treated in the dungeon. He tried to focus on his page. He was writing a letter to the Dark Lord, Mori.

|Dear, Mori. I have finally got a job. I work as a jester for the king, and I think I already have the king wrapped around my finger. One day I'll get him to work for you instead of that stupid Sheep. I'll make sure of it.

                             -Dazai Osamu|

He rolled up the note and put a dark lord stamp on it. He threw it up in the air and it disappeared, just like magic.