The Big Book Of Amaguji

Make A Name For Yourself! (But Keep It Catchy)

As a prince, you have to create your own personality.

The majority of your job is to stand there and look pretty while your parents speak for you and when they get old, you're never really given a name for yourself and usually expected to be just like your parents.

It's an unforgiving system, really.

Some princes run away from their homes just before they get selected because of the fear of accidentally continuing their parent's dictatorship/monarchy. Others completely destroy it with overarching conviction.

Prince Rantaro Amami wasn't up for either.

He was a chill, cool headed prince who really cared about keeping his people safe by their own means. It was obvious that his parents weren't advocates, via holding high standards by their wealth and belittling other countries behind their backs.

A strong sense of a dictatorship arose when his father first explained it to him when he was fifteen.

But what was he to do? He was a prince with almost virtually no power over the kingdom and his many sisters had as much of a say as he did.

But what could he do about it?

He looked up to the parties that his friends made. They were the only times he wouldn't continuously repeat the phrase, 'Keep prim, proper, and precise at ALL times', in his head. At parties, he would take it as a time to loosen his limbs from their stiffness and work on socializing with others in a modern manner.

But meeting people who were eloquent on default was a first.

Princess Kirumi Tojo and prince Korekiyo Shinguji were the ones he could name off of the top of his head. A eighteen year old speaking like a noble wasn't something he would say he would find so easily.

Or did their parents impose this on them? Just like him?

What an alarming thought.

After talking for a few minutes, all three of them hit it off greatly. Kirumi was part of a maiden kingdom far east where they train to serve other rulers and Korekiyo was part of a war heavy kingdom, even him being proficient in most weapons while he was eighteen.

But a glint in his eyes signaled he didn't wish for this.

Kirumi was usually occupied with disciplining their other friends while they talked. Rantaro learned that he was more interested in culture than being a warlord. His way of words created a cloud of anguish about the simple topic, signaling to the green haired prince that something else was bothering him.

And that was just at the first party.

When it ended, he was curious on how a person could just lead another on like that. Seeing someone else with issues they wouldn't talk about upsets him.

So, at each party, he befriends him a little more.

That's when he meets prince Kokichi Ouma and befriends him also. Even though Rantaro made him his friend almost instantly, Korekiyo's ongoing concerns come first.

Every party, he invites him to drink punch, dance if he so wishes, talk with others, and including him in any social occurrence with his consent.

And at every party, he says 'yes' a little more.

It came to the point where Korekiyo INVITES him to read, allows him to braid his hair, and things that allow him to smile a bit more.

Though, he would admit, his sudden disappearance must be heart wrenching for him, even if he wouldn't show it.

Talking to a expert tailor and practicing acrobatics was all he needed for them to get out of the royalty scene. Now the new him, Rin, runs through the night, making his presence known little by little each night, starting his unprecedented arrival with the iconic;

"I'm sorry to interrupt."

before leaving. His eloquence and swift movements were supposed to mimic the famous legend of the gentleman thief. He didn't aim to mimic anyone specific like Arsene Lupin but doing his own fun take of it.

And on the day of his taking of the 'golden eyed prince', as he called it, was most definitely his funnest.

Now, he was here. Walking through the woods to lead the to the visibly happier prince to his house and gather firewood for the night on the way.

Rantaro had never seen his face so lit up before.

The moon sparkling off of the surfaces of nearby puddles were only something to gawk at for a second before you have to keep moving again.

Korekiyo could only imagine the fear of always being on the move.

But, from his understanding, for a high? Risking his own life for a feeling that will only last a few seconds?

What an admirable, and selfish cause.

Korekiyo carefully walked around the puddles of water as the so called 'Rin' lead him to his abode, a small cabin on the outskirts of the kingdom.

It looked like he made it himself and with no assistance especially. Cut up logs laid firmly on top of each other, complete with the fresh grassy scent reminded him of sparing in the forest with Rantaro when he was still around.

He sighed; any intention to turn around disappeared in that moment.

He sat down at the corner of the room nearest to the window. Rin took off his coat but kept the mask on. His skin was slightly pale but that was expected via being hidden most of the time. His black tank top and white pants were perfectly clean but that was expected.

He set down logs he picked up on the way into the man made fire place.

He did he do that?

He rubbed two pieces of wood together and a flame arose, then throwing it into the pile of wood soon after.

"Feel free to rest, my prince," he said.

Korekiyo didn't even notice how late it was in the night before climbing into the makeshift bed. Rin tucked him under the sheets as he smiled again.

"Where would you be sleeping?" The prince asked.

"On the floor. Don't worry, I have extra sheets," Rin chuckled.

Korekiyo sighed as he cuddled into the pillow, a hint of concern for Rin in his mind.

'A selfless persona... Interesting...' He thought as he drifted to sleep.