A Blind World Chpt. 1
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mindcrackloveIn a world where being gay is wrong, will love overcome? Or will the world be forever blind?
(I know this is like my third story I have going on :P)
The young prince sat in his room, an older leather bound book sat on his lap, his heterochromatic blue-green eyes scanning the pages. He was getting tired of school work, but his teacher, and his father, were very strict. He was the heir to the throne, so he had to be perfect. But, to be honest, most days, he just wanted to be a normal teenager.
He wanted to hang out with friends, play games, roam the city, stay out late and see the stars from the valleys. He wanted to be free to relax all day if he would choose to. But, his father was very strict, which meant he wasn't allowed in the city without a guard. He wasn't allowed up past ten o'clock. He wasn't allowed to spend time just relaxing, he always had to be productive.
"Uh... sire?" Came a Dutch voice.
"Yes?"
"Your father has requested to see you."
"Thank you Arkas, I shall go now." The prince replied, setting his book on a table and standing up with a stretch.
Arkas curtsied and headed out of the room. The prince headed out of his room and down a couple flights of stairs. He ended up in the throne room, which had always amazed him, with its high arched ceilings and amazing detailed architecture. He always wondered how they had made it look so intricate and detailed.
He curtsied slightly, before addressing his father. "You summoned me, father?"
"Ah yes. Baj has had to cancel your training today, so you'll be free to do what you please."
"Can I go into town today?"
"If a guard accompanies you."
The prince frowned. "Father, I'm 17 now, why can't I go by myself?"
"Zisteau. You may be older, but your mother and I worry about you being alone in the city."
Zisteau sighs, wanting so much to storm from the room, but he knew better. "Please father?"
"Z..." His father began, but was cut off by his mother whispering in his ear. "Fine, Zisteau, you can go into town today, but you must be home by five."
"Thank you Father, Mother." Zisteau says with a curtsy.
Zisteau heads back to his room, finding a suitable outfit. One that didn't look too fancy. He settled on a short sleeved grey tunic and black pants. He slipped a watch on and made his way to the front gates.
"Prince Zisteau, where are you going?" Came a voice as he made his way through the gate.
"Into town." Zisteau answered.
"Isn't someone supposed to accompany you?"
"Father has given me permission to go on my own, Beef."
"King Guude gave you permission?" The guard, Beef, asks.
"Yes. Now, if you don't mind, I'm heading into town."
Beef gave the young prince a look, but let him go anyway. Zisteau headed down the path that lead into the beautiful town that his father lead. He took a deep breath as he entered the town square, smelling fresh baked pastries, flowers, and rain, which had yet to fall. But, it was a beautiful day, the sun shined and there were barely any clouds in the sky, apart from the grey clouds that littered the horizon, a storm that wouldn't actually hit for hours.
Zisteau wandered into a small bakery, which smelled amazing. He walked up to the counter, smiling kindly at the man who ran it.
"Prince Zisteau! How may I help you?" The man says kindly.
"Can I have a couple of your best pastries please?"
"Of course!" The man says, disappearing through a door briefly.
Zisteau pulled a pouch of gold coins out of his pocket as the man returned. The man smiled handing Zisteau a small brown paper bag, and refused the gold when offered to him.
"It's on the house!" He said cheerily.
Zisteau sent the man a look. "What's your name?"
The man looked confused, but quickly answered. "The names Bdoubleo, but you can call me Bdubs."
"Well, Bdubs, I insist you take the gold for the pastries and a bit more."
"Thank you so much prince!" Bdubs said cheerily, accepting the gold in disbelieve.
Zisteau smiles warmly as he makes his way out of the small bakery. He walks through the streets, making his way to the small park that was towards the east wall. As he walked, most people gawked at him, but didn't try to interact. It was odd, but he dealt with it.
He eventually reached the park and wanted to look for a nice place to sit and relax, while eating his pastries. He spotted a nice shady tree, though there was a person sitting under it. He looked young, much like Zisteau. Zisteau headed over anyway, waving a greeting to the other.
"Hi. Do you mind if I sit here?" Zisteau asked kindly.
The other looked startled, and squinted at Zisteau slightly. "Uh.... yeah... sure." Came the others voice, it was deep, sultry, but sounded as if he was shy.
"Thanks." Zisteau said with a bright smile.
He sat beside the other and took out two pastries, offering one to the other. He looked at it for a second before accepting it with a small, hesitant smile.
"So, what's your name?" Zisteau asked.
"I... um.... I'm Kurt."
Zisteau eyes the other, Kurt, curiously. He has short, messy brown hair a thin, lanky body. He dressed rather odd, a warn looking blue suit and an old looking trench coat, accompanied by bright red shoes. But, the most interesting thing about him was his eyes. They were heterochromatic, just like his own, though his were red-blue.
"I'm Zisteau." Zisteau replies, glancing away from Kurt's eyes.
"Were you named after prince Zisteau?" Kurt asks curiously, squinting at Zisteau.
Zisteau was confused. Normally everyone would gawk and be in amazement because it was him, but Kurt wasn't. He didn't even recognize him. Zisteau looked at Kurt again, really noticing how he kept squinting. He must need glasses, Zisteau thought.
"Yes. I was named after him." Zisteau answered. He didn't like lying, but maybe if Kurt didn't know, then maybe he wouldn't treat Zisteau any differently than any other person.
"That's uh... that's cool."
"Yeah... are you named after anyone?"
"Um no...."
Zisteau was quickly realizing how shy and hesitant Kurt was. But that's ok. He didn't mind it. He actually liked the challenge of trying to get to know Kurt. It was new, having someone not know who he truly was, and having them not instantly gushing over him.
That was one thing that he didn't like, among many, about being prince. Girls constantly tried to get his attention. They all wanted him to be there's, though he wasn't ready for that yet. He didn't even want to think about the possibility of having to find a wife, just yet.
"So Kurt, tell me about yourself."
"Uhh.... I like space. And the stars. Did you know there are thousands and thousands of stars out there. And a bunch of planets." Kurt says, suddenly sounding more confident.
"Thousands?" Zisteau asked, thoroughly intrigued.
"Yeah. There are so many, way more than anyone can count. And they are all so far away. Millions of miles, even."
"Wow.... you know a lot about space, huh?"
"Yeah.... it's fascinating. To think they look so close.... yet they are so far away."
Zisteau lets out a small laugh, glancing over at Kurt, seeing the look of awe on Kurt's face. "That is fascinating."
"I um... I'm sorry..... if I'm boring you...." Kurt said, sounding rather awkward and shy again.
"No, no, Kurt, it's ok. I find this very interesting. Your very intriguing."
A light blush colored Kurt's cheeks as a small smile tugged at his lips. "I...."
Zisteau chuckled, smiling brightly. Kurt sure was intriguing. He hoped they would become great friends. For there was a lot to learn about him. He could tell that under all that shyness and insecurity there was a very intriguing and wonderful person.
He happened to catch sight of his watch, seeing that it was almost five. He had to get back soon, sadly. He wanted to stay and talk with Kurt, but he knew a guard would be sent to find him and his father would be furious.
"Kurt. I have to head home. Would you like me to walk you home?"
Kurt looks at him nervously for a second. "Uh sure.... that'd be nice."
Zisteau stands up, offering his hand to Kurt, who accepts it. They start walking in a comfortable silence. They reach the edge of the park and a white and grey shaggy furred dog comes barreling up to them, wagging his tail and barking happily.
"Wolfie!" Kurt exclaims happily, stopping to pet the dog.
"Wolfie?" Zisteau questions as the dog sniffs his hand and nuzzles it.
"He's my dog... My best friend, really."
"Ah."
Zisteau pets Wolfie on the head. His fur is thick but silky and obviously well kept. He seemed like just the friend Kurt would have. They continued on, though this time there was a quiet jingle of the dogs collar. They reached a small house, which Kurt signaled was his own.
"Well, it was good meeting you Kurt. I hope we can spend more time together." Zisteau says politely.
"Yeah... it uh... it was great...." Kurt replies nervously, though a small smile graced his face.
Zisteau turned and walked down a path leading towards the castle. He glanced back once, seeing Kurt still standing there, a light blush on his face. Zisteau continued on, smiling brightly. He reached the castle just before five, just as his father had requested. His mother greeted him at the entry hall with a big smile, which stood out against her red hair and green eyes.
"Zisteau! How was your time in the town?" She questioned.
"It was really nice." Zisteau replied.
"Did you meet anyone?"
"Ah yes. I meet this nice boy, Kurt. He was quiet intriguing. He knew so much about space."
She smiles kindly. "That's lovely son. I would like to discus something with you in private though. I'll meet you in your room in twenty minutes."
Zisteau gives her a questioning look, but heads to his room anyway. It didn't take long for his mother to arrive after he got there. He was nervous for what she wanted to discuss. He really didn't know what it would be, but anything 'in private' was almost never good.
"So, Zisteau." She starts, looking very serious. "Your father wanted me to discuss something with you. He, well we, want you to start looking for a wife. We know this is a lot and your still young, but sooner than you know it you'll be taking the throne and you'll need a wife to be queen."
Zisteau gulped. "Alright mother. I will start looking."
"Great. There's one other thing, Zisteau. Just remember, its goes against everything to be gay. But no matter what, I'll still love you, but you know it's not allowed."
"Yes, I know mother."
"Good. Now, dinner shall be ready in a little while, I'll see you then."
She leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Zisteau was confused on why she had brought up being gay. Of course he knew that. It was one of the things that was greatly enforced in the kingdom. People found men and men, women and women, being together wrong, weird. His father especially. There were very, very few cases of people actually being gay in this kingdom, but there were still the seldom few. He did feel bad for the couples though, having to hide who they truly are and who they truly love. Now that's wrong.
In Zisteau's eyes, being open and true about who you really are is a blessing. You shouldn't have to hide, no matter what your like, that's what Zisteau had always thought. But, thinking and voicing your opinion are two very different things. Ones Zisteau liked to keep far apart. For his father would definitely not agree with him.
Zisteau pushed all that aside and made his way down to the dinning hall, where his parents would be awaiting him.
(I know this is like my third story I have going on :P)
The young prince sat in his room, an older leather bound book sat on his lap, his heterochromatic blue-green eyes scanning the pages. He was getting tired of school work, but his teacher, and his father, were very strict. He was the heir to the throne, so he had to be perfect. But, to be honest, most days, he just wanted to be a normal teenager.
He wanted to hang out with friends, play games, roam the city, stay out late and see the stars from the valleys. He wanted to be free to relax all day if he would choose to. But, his father was very strict, which meant he wasn't allowed in the city without a guard. He wasn't allowed up past ten o'clock. He wasn't allowed to spend time just relaxing, he always had to be productive.
"Uh... sire?" Came a Dutch voice.
"Yes?"
"Your father has requested to see you."
"Thank you Arkas, I shall go now." The prince replied, setting his book on a table and standing up with a stretch.
Arkas curtsied and headed out of the room. The prince headed out of his room and down a couple flights of stairs. He ended up in the throne room, which had always amazed him, with its high arched ceilings and amazing detailed architecture. He always wondered how they had made it look so intricate and detailed.
He curtsied slightly, before addressing his father. "You summoned me, father?"
"Ah yes. Baj has had to cancel your training today, so you'll be free to do what you please."
"Can I go into town today?"
"If a guard accompanies you."
The prince frowned. "Father, I'm 17 now, why can't I go by myself?"
"Zisteau. You may be older, but your mother and I worry about you being alone in the city."
Zisteau sighs, wanting so much to storm from the room, but he knew better. "Please father?"
"Z..." His father began, but was cut off by his mother whispering in his ear. "Fine, Zisteau, you can go into town today, but you must be home by five."
"Thank you Father, Mother." Zisteau says with a curtsy.
Zisteau heads back to his room, finding a suitable outfit. One that didn't look too fancy. He settled on a short sleeved grey tunic and black pants. He slipped a watch on and made his way to the front gates.
"Prince Zisteau, where are you going?" Came a voice as he made his way through the gate.
"Into town." Zisteau answered.
"Isn't someone supposed to accompany you?"
"Father has given me permission to go on my own, Beef."
"King Guude gave you permission?" The guard, Beef, asks.
"Yes. Now, if you don't mind, I'm heading into town."
Beef gave the young prince a look, but let him go anyway. Zisteau headed down the path that lead into the beautiful town that his father lead. He took a deep breath as he entered the town square, smelling fresh baked pastries, flowers, and rain, which had yet to fall. But, it was a beautiful day, the sun shined and there were barely any clouds in the sky, apart from the grey clouds that littered the horizon, a storm that wouldn't actually hit for hours.
Zisteau wandered into a small bakery, which smelled amazing. He walked up to the counter, smiling kindly at the man who ran it.
"Prince Zisteau! How may I help you?" The man says kindly.
"Can I have a couple of your best pastries please?"
"Of course!" The man says, disappearing through a door briefly.
Zisteau pulled a pouch of gold coins out of his pocket as the man returned. The man smiled handing Zisteau a small brown paper bag, and refused the gold when offered to him.
"It's on the house!" He said cheerily.
Zisteau sent the man a look. "What's your name?"
The man looked confused, but quickly answered. "The names Bdoubleo, but you can call me Bdubs."
"Well, Bdubs, I insist you take the gold for the pastries and a bit more."
"Thank you so much prince!" Bdubs said cheerily, accepting the gold in disbelieve.
Zisteau smiles warmly as he makes his way out of the small bakery. He walks through the streets, making his way to the small park that was towards the east wall. As he walked, most people gawked at him, but didn't try to interact. It was odd, but he dealt with it.
He eventually reached the park and wanted to look for a nice place to sit and relax, while eating his pastries. He spotted a nice shady tree, though there was a person sitting under it. He looked young, much like Zisteau. Zisteau headed over anyway, waving a greeting to the other.
"Hi. Do you mind if I sit here?" Zisteau asked kindly.
The other looked startled, and squinted at Zisteau slightly. "Uh.... yeah... sure." Came the others voice, it was deep, sultry, but sounded as if he was shy.
"Thanks." Zisteau said with a bright smile.
He sat beside the other and took out two pastries, offering one to the other. He looked at it for a second before accepting it with a small, hesitant smile.
"So, what's your name?" Zisteau asked.
"I... um.... I'm Kurt."
Zisteau eyes the other, Kurt, curiously. He has short, messy brown hair a thin, lanky body. He dressed rather odd, a warn looking blue suit and an old looking trench coat, accompanied by bright red shoes. But, the most interesting thing about him was his eyes. They were heterochromatic, just like his own, though his were red-blue.
"I'm Zisteau." Zisteau replies, glancing away from Kurt's eyes.
"Were you named after prince Zisteau?" Kurt asks curiously, squinting at Zisteau.
Zisteau was confused. Normally everyone would gawk and be in amazement because it was him, but Kurt wasn't. He didn't even recognize him. Zisteau looked at Kurt again, really noticing how he kept squinting. He must need glasses, Zisteau thought.
"Yes. I was named after him." Zisteau answered. He didn't like lying, but maybe if Kurt didn't know, then maybe he wouldn't treat Zisteau any differently than any other person.
"That's uh... that's cool."
"Yeah... are you named after anyone?"
"Um no...."
Zisteau was quickly realizing how shy and hesitant Kurt was. But that's ok. He didn't mind it. He actually liked the challenge of trying to get to know Kurt. It was new, having someone not know who he truly was, and having them not instantly gushing over him.
That was one thing that he didn't like, among many, about being prince. Girls constantly tried to get his attention. They all wanted him to be there's, though he wasn't ready for that yet. He didn't even want to think about the possibility of having to find a wife, just yet.
"So Kurt, tell me about yourself."
"Uhh.... I like space. And the stars. Did you know there are thousands and thousands of stars out there. And a bunch of planets." Kurt says, suddenly sounding more confident.
"Thousands?" Zisteau asked, thoroughly intrigued.
"Yeah. There are so many, way more than anyone can count. And they are all so far away. Millions of miles, even."
"Wow.... you know a lot about space, huh?"
"Yeah.... it's fascinating. To think they look so close.... yet they are so far away."
Zisteau lets out a small laugh, glancing over at Kurt, seeing the look of awe on Kurt's face. "That is fascinating."
"I um... I'm sorry..... if I'm boring you...." Kurt said, sounding rather awkward and shy again.
"No, no, Kurt, it's ok. I find this very interesting. Your very intriguing."
A light blush colored Kurt's cheeks as a small smile tugged at his lips. "I...."
Zisteau chuckled, smiling brightly. Kurt sure was intriguing. He hoped they would become great friends. For there was a lot to learn about him. He could tell that under all that shyness and insecurity there was a very intriguing and wonderful person.
He happened to catch sight of his watch, seeing that it was almost five. He had to get back soon, sadly. He wanted to stay and talk with Kurt, but he knew a guard would be sent to find him and his father would be furious.
"Kurt. I have to head home. Would you like me to walk you home?"
Kurt looks at him nervously for a second. "Uh sure.... that'd be nice."
Zisteau stands up, offering his hand to Kurt, who accepts it. They start walking in a comfortable silence. They reach the edge of the park and a white and grey shaggy furred dog comes barreling up to them, wagging his tail and barking happily.
"Wolfie!" Kurt exclaims happily, stopping to pet the dog.
"Wolfie?" Zisteau questions as the dog sniffs his hand and nuzzles it.
"He's my dog... My best friend, really."
"Ah."
Zisteau pets Wolfie on the head. His fur is thick but silky and obviously well kept. He seemed like just the friend Kurt would have. They continued on, though this time there was a quiet jingle of the dogs collar. They reached a small house, which Kurt signaled was his own.
"Well, it was good meeting you Kurt. I hope we can spend more time together." Zisteau says politely.
"Yeah... it uh... it was great...." Kurt replies nervously, though a small smile graced his face.
Zisteau turned and walked down a path leading towards the castle. He glanced back once, seeing Kurt still standing there, a light blush on his face. Zisteau continued on, smiling brightly. He reached the castle just before five, just as his father had requested. His mother greeted him at the entry hall with a big smile, which stood out against her red hair and green eyes.
"Zisteau! How was your time in the town?" She questioned.
"It was really nice." Zisteau replied.
"Did you meet anyone?"
"Ah yes. I meet this nice boy, Kurt. He was quiet intriguing. He knew so much about space."
She smiles kindly. "That's lovely son. I would like to discus something with you in private though. I'll meet you in your room in twenty minutes."
Zisteau gives her a questioning look, but heads to his room anyway. It didn't take long for his mother to arrive after he got there. He was nervous for what she wanted to discuss. He really didn't know what it would be, but anything 'in private' was almost never good.
"So, Zisteau." She starts, looking very serious. "Your father wanted me to discuss something with you. He, well we, want you to start looking for a wife. We know this is a lot and your still young, but sooner than you know it you'll be taking the throne and you'll need a wife to be queen."
Zisteau gulped. "Alright mother. I will start looking."
"Great. There's one other thing, Zisteau. Just remember, its goes against everything to be gay. But no matter what, I'll still love you, but you know it's not allowed."
"Yes, I know mother."
"Good. Now, dinner shall be ready in a little while, I'll see you then."
She leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Zisteau was confused on why she had brought up being gay. Of course he knew that. It was one of the things that was greatly enforced in the kingdom. People found men and men, women and women, being together wrong, weird. His father especially. There were very, very few cases of people actually being gay in this kingdom, but there were still the seldom few. He did feel bad for the couples though, having to hide who they truly are and who they truly love. Now that's wrong.
In Zisteau's eyes, being open and true about who you really are is a blessing. You shouldn't have to hide, no matter what your like, that's what Zisteau had always thought. But, thinking and voicing your opinion are two very different things. Ones Zisteau liked to keep far apart. For his father would definitely not agree with him.
Zisteau pushed all that aside and made his way down to the dinning hall, where his parents would be awaiting him.
Tags:
- fanfiction,
- fiction length: multiple chapters,
- former mindcracker: bdubs,
- genre: family,
- genre: fluff,
- genre: friendship,
- mindcracker: arkas,
- mindcracker: aureylian,
- mindcracker: baj,
- mindcracker: beef,
- mindcracker: guude,
- mindcracker: kurt,
- mindcracker: zistykins,
- pairing: m/f,
- setting: alternate universe
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