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Defiled by Amelita

Dirt damp from the slight drizzle that had turned the whole day gray, and made the night seem darker than the black mud that molded to his bare feet as he ran. He would have given anything for a pair of his thick fur lined boots at that moment, but it was no use, he had switched clothes with one of the stableboys and the pants and shirt were terribly thin. That evening, after everyone within the castle had retired, Akihito had whacked his substitute guards in the back of the head with a dinner tray and climbed out of the window onto a tree, ripping his fine royal garments in the process. He had not planned on how difficult it would be to climb out windows nor climb down large tree branches in the royal robes, much less run away in them. But then again, he hadn't planned much at all about his hasty escape.

Akihito was not well-known for his impulse control.

But Luck had smiled upon him however, and one of the stableboys had been passed out drunk behind the livery. He had switched clothes quickly and kept his shoes. Sadly, they were more house slippers than anything, wholly suitable for walking on the rough terrain of his kingdom. The rain didn't help matters and the plush velvety soles were soon wet, slippery with mud and more hazardous than going barefoot. Akihito had chucked them in a lake and continued on.

The continuous drizzling rain didn't do much to cool him off. It was the dead of summer and Akihito's wet heavy hair kept tangling before his eyes with every step, matting across his face. He was never allowed to cut it, not once since he had been born. He was sorely wishing he had taken a knife to it before jumping out the window. Akihito, and most specifically his hair, was the crown jewel of the Kingdom of Sion. It was said that in the early days, Sion had been plagued by droughts and fire and earthquakes. The people had cried and pleaded for deliverance and in his infinite mercy God had sent one of his descendants down to rule over Sion; a beautiful young man with one blue eye and one green. Blue for the sky and Green for the earth. His golden hair represented the power of the heavens. The legend foretold that as long as the angel and all of his descendants were loved and obeyed by the people of Sion, never again would the land be plagued by fire and drought.

Akihito scoffed at the legend. A con-artist is what his great great great grandfather had probably been; taking advantage of a bunch of silly, superstitious people to buy himself a ticket to the good life. Akihito knew there was no more divinity in his golden hair than there was in the mud that covered his feet. One thing was true though and thats that Akihito was the last of his kind. He was the only remaining living member of the Royal line of Sion. They called him the Last Prince of Sion. Akihito thought that 'Last Prisoner of Sion' would be a much better name for himself. The REAL ruler of Sion kept him locked up like a bird in a gilded cage; taking him out and parading him in front of the people when appropriate and then locking him back up inside the castle for his amusement.

And at the thought of HIM, the beautiful little prince growled in anger, threw his hair back out his face and began to run faster. It wouldn't be long before he figured out Akihito was missing. And Aki knew he had to get as far away from the castle as possible and find a good hiding spot before it got much darker. His long radiant tresses fell down to his slender back, framing his curvy bottom and shapely legs. Every step vibrated through his long pale legs, what little strength in them sorely tested after running uphill for so long. With each stretch, his muscles contracted and sent painful sensations up his calves and thighs. The constant pounding was bruising on the delicate pads of his tender, royal feet. Without stopping or turning around, he gritted his teeth from the pain, his eyes narrowed with determination to get away from his jailer...and tormentor....

Hours later, the heat was starting to get to him. Akihito moaned in misery. Oh, if only he had brought some water. Something. He was so hot, his mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. He had only been running for a few hours at most, but he was already starting to feel almost delirious. His imagination fed off the temperature and humidity and the shadows of the woods around him.... which almost seemed to be closing in. Trying not to panic, he looked around the woods, trying to identify the dark trees and which way exactly he was supposed to be running. A small beam of light was visible about ten meters away and Akihito moved towards it. It was a clearing, with the moonlight beaming down even as the rain poured down. The thick foliage of the forest kept all but a few drops from landing, but inside the open clearing, the cleansing rain fell hard.