I Want Him...

The Day of Chance

~Author's Note~
Hiya! Okai,so this is my first story ever on Wattpad,so please be gentle with me >°<. I will not take any rude comments towards my story,if I screwed something up or if you didn't like it,please,say it nicely,if not don't read it. But otherwise,enjoy! ^°^ Just so you guys are not confused,this is in medieval time period but they have a few things from modern day world.

-Hidiki's POV-

It's 8 am,the sun is slowly raising over the vast horizon,sending brilliant,bright blues and purples with soft,gentle pinks and oranges across what used to be the darkened night sky. Man's nature born alarm clock going off,a rooster crowing loudly over across the little town of Binarkí,inside of the kingdom of Luxenburg. He groans as the sunlight peeks in through one of his worn curtain,right into his face,disturbing his precious sleep. He kicks the tattered blue blanket off of him as he yawns,rubbing the sleep out of his eyes,sitting up on his worn twin bed,thinking,'Just a fucking fabulous life I have,right?'. He sighs and stands up,heading towards his warobe with only a pair of light blue panties because no male underwear would ever fit him and he didn't have enough money for custom fitting.

He yawns once more,running a hand through his thick,soft brown hair,pushing his hip out a bit,the sunlight trickling down onto his faint skin,outlining his feminine-like curves and his small,fit stomach,not having abs nor a belly. His unusually purple colored shimmering a bit before he opens up his warobe,grabbing his light blue gypsy outfit and slipping into it. He rolls his neck and then walks to his bedroom door,thinking,'What hell shall I face today?'.

He walks out of his bedroom, then straight outside,breathing in a deep breathe of the air that was thick with humidity. A few bulky boys around his age pushed him down and called out,"You fucking crossdressing faggot witch!",he sighs and gets back up,brushing himself off as the boys laugh,running down through streets of the kingdom. He straightens his composure,then walks to his work,knowing it was going to be a long day of cat calls and verbal harassment,sighing in defeat over his job,knowing he could do better probably. He mumbles angrily at himself,"I could do so much better with myself...",his steps getting slightly heavier as he walks,thinking of what he could do for himself.

He appears at his boss's office door,hanging his head and sighing,plastering a fake smile on his face as he walks in,picking up his head,to the scene of the normal bunch of prostitute and hookers,thanking god that he was only dancer for his boss. He walks up to the sign-in table,picking up the feathered pen and dipping it the ink,signing his name in beautifully cursive letters,then sitting it on the table then walking off,sighing as he thinks,'What does this day hold for me?'.