Runaways [MikaYuu]

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

A/N: Two updates in a week *dabs*!! As I have been sucked back into mikayuu hell, I am hellbent on finishing this story (even though I've irritated myself to no end that there is hardly any Mika and Yuu interaction.... but that's coming next chapter! Yay!) I want to write some other mikayuu fics as well, perhaps a Miraculous Ladybug x Owari no Seraph crossover? :)

Sorry that this may have mistakes - I'm super tired and in a lot of pain after a rollerblading incident I got into yesterday so I didn't feel like proofreading.

Yuu stared at himself in the reflection of his bedroom mirror as three servants doted on his outfit, shouting at each other to make last-minute adjustments to his attire. He sucked in a breath and stood statue still, knowing the less he complained, the faster the nonconsensual poking and prodding of his body would stop.

"We have to get his hemline straight!" One complained, a needle in hand and a spool of black thread in the other.

Yuu bit his tongue, holding back a comment about how just like him, it would never be straight, deciding it was too distasteful (but would be downright hilarious to see the shocked expression of the old ladies).

After what felt like hours of them twisting him different ways and getting pricked by needles every thirty seconds - he muttered quite a few obscenities, something a prince would never be caught dead saying, under his breath throughout the process - the seamstresses finally left him alone to make his grand entrance to the ceremony.

Tonight was the evening of Yuu's practice coronation. As he fluffed and tucked his hair with his fingers, he could hear various family members gathering in the foyer of the castle. Shinoa would be there too, as the Ichinoses and Hiragis would be solidifying wedding plans after the practice.

Let's just say, Yuu was not looking forward to seeing her after basically ditching her at her own birthday celebration. Hopefully she was too drunk at the time to remember what he did.

When his hair wasn't looking like a tangled mess anymore and was to his satisfaction, Yuu crossed the room to the quintessential piece to his ensemble: his royal crown.

It was a heavy crown; real gold, which hurt his head to wear. Luckily, it was just for show and he wouldn't have to wear it all the time, only for the coronation and when he publicly greeted the citizens of Drelacia on special occasions. Yuu didn't understand how King Ichinose could wear it all the time, between eating dinner, studying in his office, or doing whatever else he did; it just seemed so egregious. Not to mention impractical.

The case was locked with a special key Yuu kept in a sewn-in pocket of his diary, which he promptly retrieved beforehand. Shiori-san bowed slightly before taking the pillow that held the crown for him and then led him out the door. Yuu tucked the key into his tuxedo pocket and followed her, feeling a weight set on his shoulders when he saw Shinoa at the bottom of the spiral staircase.

Her hair was let down, a difference from her usual braided-bow updo. She was wearing a renaissance-style dress, with an intricate, handsewn design on the sleeves and chest - most likely handspun gold thread in the detailing - and a flowy pink skirt. Real pearls were sewn to the swishy fabric of the skirt and sparkled when she walked. She had a scarf draped around her arms, a sheer slip of fabric that matched the pendant Yuu gave her for her birthday.

Beaming, she could hardly contain her excitement to see him. She even cracked a toothy smile and waved at him, earning a nasty look from her father. Composing herself, she cupped one hand over the other and watched expectantly as he took tentative steps down the staircase.