'It's Licht's turn.' Heine thought, grasping the books in his hands tightly. As if hoping for the best. Dealing with the prince before was quite the task.
Heine opened the door, revealing the familiar long blonde haired prince, sitting on the grand-vintage sofa, thick red carpet rolled down to it. A few unsettling-dressed women sat beside him, clinging unto the prince like a mere prostitute. Though that wouldn't be the cause, it could've been just because they like the prince's charming face.
"Ah! Little Professor, welcome to my lair!" The prince shouted, almost too dramatically for Heine's liking. His hands shot up in the air gesturing the place around him. It is indeed magnificent and gigantic.
"Prince Licht, if I may, would you give us a private moment between ourselves?" Heine started, eyes glaring at the whining women pouting to the prince. Their voices were a bit too high-pitched and quite forced for his comfort. They're bothering him by just existing.
Licht nodded, letting the ladies walk out sadly with their aura depressed. As if stabbed by a tragic, defeated, sad incident.
Heine sigh as he saw the women exited the place, placing all the tests and books on the table presented in-front of him after. He managed to find Licht's file and test, dropping them under the prince's glare. He placed a thick gold pen on it, ready to be used.
"This is... ?" The prince questioned, arms folded to his chest while his feet crossed. The ribbon and medal on his chest glimmering under the sunlight piercing through the large, wide window behind him.
"A test. As you can see, it's a simple test." Heine spoke, straightening his posture to look rather bearable in front of the prince.
"Alright! This should be easy— I'm luckily quite familiar with the numbers here." The prince lightened, rolling back his sleeves, folding them neatly on his skin.
'This is... surprisingly easy.' Heine nodded mentally, taking a note, that this particular prince is an easy-going and easy to dealt with.
A few minutes pass by, maybe even under thirty minutes, the ball-point clicked, shocking Heine. That was quite fast. To think this brother was one blood with the one that had done it for two hours no break.
"Da-Hone!" The prince cooed, winking at himself and making a ':P' face. He handed the sheets quickly over to Heine.
Heine re-arranged the paper once again, topping them according to their age and ranks. The folder sewed shut inside his bag.
'He, by far, is the most similar by look to Viktor.'
Heine took a deep breath, "Would you spare a minute, your highness?" He stopped the blonde from walking away. Turning against Heine once again.
"Sure!" He said delightedly.
Heine's gaze turned fierce and serious, his aura glaring in a cold vibe. He could hear the other gulping in the change of atmosphere.
"Do you... perhaps... know a bit about your brother?" He asked. Fist clenching, almost too tense to wait for the answer upcoming.
"Well Professor, you have to be a little specific on that." The other spoke back, giggling after. It was a fade giggle, but still loud enough to be noticed by the other.
Oh, stupid him. The name was first to mention of course. If only he could face-palm himself right now without being weird.
"The second prince." He stated. His mouth feels dry mentioning him, not even his name— it made his mind goes blank.
A couple of seconds went pass by silent, the breeze flowing through them from the tiny ventilation. Strands of the blonde hair almost covering half of Licht's face. Heine's jaw tightened as he sees the other soulless stare.
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The king's Throne | Katekyou hitman Reborn Crossover |hiatus|
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