The Big Book Of Amaguji

Heists Are Where The Heart Is

Once upon a time...

A prince laid bored in his castle; looking at a portrait of his parents. It wasn't for memorial reasoning, but, he didn't desire to do anything before the grand ball. He'd usually sift through the library when he felt this way, the foreign feeling life had so cruelly allowed him to.

The stairs didn't do so much as to creek when the feminine stature of the prince laid his feet on it. He took the same route to the same book he'd always loved. He coughed as the dust that was collected on the spine floated around his nostrils. He wiped the dusty cover and sat down on the carpet near the shelves.

"Wyverns, dragons, angels..., "He mumbled nonsensically as he flipped through the book, finding where he left off.

A picture of a raven like mask filled the opposite page and a smile crept across his face. He always loved the legend of the gentleman thief; charismatic, brave, and supposedly stylish. He always heard that they were thieves in this kingdom, scurrying about at night. The kingdom was boring at times and getting swept off of his feet by an actual thief would be great to add in an edited version of the book.

He flipped through the pages with a focused crease to his brows, unable to be broken then closed it again with a loud thud. It's almost dinnertime and he didn't want to get yelled at again. He placed the book back into the shelf and proceeded down the grand flight of stairs while servants ran through the halls.

"Shinguji Korekiyo, you are late again, " His father's soft voice made its way to the tired prince's ears, "Is that the attitude the future... ruler is supposed to give?"

He sighed and walked forward, "No father."

He laughed, "That's the spirit. Now eat before it gets cold."

His dad wasn't a bad guy, not at all, but everything his dad did to train him was all too... manly for him. Despite his slender form, he was very heroic and loud when needed which surprised him when Korekiyo was born. To put it simply, the were both carbon copies of each other, same stature, eyes, smile, but the latter turned out more... quiet than the other. 'The prince rather'd books than fights to the death,' The people would say.

"That's okay, " his mom would say.

"He's still young, he'll grow into it eventually, " his dad would say.

To start inciting his son, he adopted weaponry like swords and shields before Korekiyo was old enough to be trained, 'To get the memo out there,' he'd say.

Korekiyo would point to the katana perched above his throne and say, "What about that?"

"We'll do that when you're older, " he'd say.

Now eighteen and proficient in both weapons, the 'king' talk get thrown out a lot to the point where Korekiyo gets a panic attack from how stressful his father makes it seem. He'd even had to sensor the word 'king' or else Korekiyo's breaths start getting forced.

He now realizes being 'bored' was never really the case for him. Tired, loathing, internally distressed fits better.

"Shinguji Korekiyo! Your ball suit isn't going to choose itself!" His father's soft voice turned into a voice of a general when he yells, Korekiyo swore it did.

Settling on a simple black on white suit with black trims, Korekiyo sat in the library for the rest of the day, reading again.