The king's Throne | Katekyou hitman Reborn Crossover |hiatus|

Chapter Five : "Vongola."

Heine once again arrives at the front door of the king's room, guarded by the two same figure he would likely not to meet. They're the first one who called him like a 'child.' Not small, but like a 'child', that's the biggest mockery someone could give him. his jaw clenches just by looking at them.

"P-professor Heine!" Their eyes grew wide at the presence. Memories flooding with flashbacks. Heine holds back a grin, now they know who they're messing with. Behaviour as such would be tolerable. besides, who puts in charge of these two whiny guards? Sure, they are strong enough for the palace to employee them, but their brain percentage may be under -1%, exactly, not even above 0. Whoever they would face, later on, composure and calmness must be intact, don't ever stutter like so. It would be a humiliation towards the kingdom's side.

"I would like to meet the king, it's about the princes," Heine stated, didn't show any unnecessary movements as well. Heine frowned as two seconds pass by, no sign of progression of opening that door.

"Well...?" He questioned, inpatient. They should change the guards to somebody else who doesn't have slimy things filling their brains.

"R-right away sir!" They gave Heine a salute before opening the door slightly, giving him a passageway. Heine huffed at the late response, but it was adequate.

He entered the office, once again, the carved statues and the decorations were grand and ancient, like those years before. family treasures placed neatly on top of each shelf. The same earthy cologne touched his nose, a pleasant smell swarm inside. Heine clicked his tongue as he sees Viktor grin at him, amused.

"Why the look?" The 'King' asked him, the tone sounds like investigating in some kind of inquest, yet the childish voice still inside.

"Your promise." Instead of asking, it was more of an inpatient demand coming between Heine's lips. Yet his aura gave out a calm demeanour. Inside, he's eagerly desirous for the meeting. Heine hasn't been that patient person for information, he always lacks it.

"Alright. It's nice seeing you're enthusiastic again. Your eyes shined too bright, it was a rare thing to see, isn't it Heine? Since the old days..." The last word ended up in a muttered whisper, it was barely enough to be heard.

"Stop with the small talk, Viktor. How much longer?" Am I supposed to wait... Heine chooses not to mention the last part, he doesn't want to sound too hysterical.

"Whenever you want. I supposed it's now since your voice has been raised high for the last three minutes." The other chuckled, Heine's expression remains calm, but his body had tensed up. It took a lot of mental to restrain from letting the blood rushing and spreading through his cheeks.

"Then get to it."

The other rose himself from his chair, stretching his hands with a light whimper coming from his lips. He sighs after, letting the strands of his light blonde hair fall back. His fingers dropped the pen he had been holding for long. Viktor walks forward, passing Heine's figure, opening the door.

"Only you Heine, only you, Let's go," he stated, exiting the room first. Heine tilted his head, confused. What did he mean by that?

Heine from behind followed, The two guards widen their eyes, again, seeing the king in his wrinkled unbearable shirt. It seems too in-ordinary for the king to get out from his room looking a little bit too careless in his appearance.

"Y-your Highness! If you don't mind me asking, why are you out here?"

"I'm just here, taking the honour to escort the royal tutor to the second prince's room." Viktor smiled, eyes sewed shut. His smile seems too much to be a grin rather than a sweet smile, and it frightens the guards more. Viktor does have a bit of reputation when it comes to fighting.