Kingdom of Crestoria! 31

Let us continue the story of Duncan and Princess Adelina and the journey they set out to make and safe the world from evil.

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 31

Duncan did his utmost best to avoid saying anything that could possibly explode in his face and have this plate of food as well find its way to the floor. Such a waist all that glorious food. Multi coloured fruit like a palette neatly arranged to form a rainbow around its edge. In its middle cuts of meat were layered in a beautiful fan. Red, pink, drizzle with a dark brown sauce and a white that glistened from its moisture.

It was a mouthwatering sight and had Duncan change his focus for but a short second.

“So you was saying…?” The princess just started the conversation again.

With an uneasy smile and sweat pouring he just looked across the plate and swallowed away the accumulated saliva. “Should we not eat first?” He knitted his brows together and pulled the corner of his lips up into a forced smile. With eyes closed the tension inside him had him stop his breathing.

“Did I not say  wasn’t …” A growl from her tummy overruled her snarly remark. “You can talk while we eat.

-“Hè heh hè.” How could he not feel uneasy hearing such a thing. Duncan wasn’t good at this. Somehow he had managed but she… she. The brain came to a hold and exploded in confusion.

“I… I never heard of that nickname…” Duncan stalled his and took a deep breath.

-“Spit it out already, dumbass.” The princess shown her animal side as she ripped a piece of meat clean from a bone. Her teeth scratched across the surface. The sound of it made the hair in your neck stand straight up and scared little Duncan pale as a ghost.

The voice trembled heavy. “You do have a short temper Princess, Adelina … Miss. I mean, look at the roar in prison and that time you tried to kill me in the arena”

Duncan’s breathing stopped right there and then. Everything he wanted to say came out in a waterfall of words. It took just a piece of what looked like an apple to have him breath life. The crunch of his teeth that sunk into the fruit had its juices spilling out and drip across his chin.

Surprised by his answer the princess stopped and dropped the bone on the plate. But instead of her usual rage and roars she looked down at her greasy hands. There it was again.

A small blush that coloured her cheeks pink through all that fur. Unexpectedly she changed in front of Duncan. “You fool. You sure do not hold back when being honest, do you.”

-“Sorry, what…?”

Her gaze drifts away towards the window as she continues in a somewhat embarrassing tone. “I know, you are right. I never… Grubb tried to… Look, I… I JUST DON”T KNOW OKAY.” It was like a switch that got flipped to change her demeanour to on who stuffed pieces of sliced meat into her mouth and had her cheeks rounded up as if she was hamstering for an upcoming winter and underneath it all let out a inaudible whisper. “I wafent…”

We felt a sack of air roll and tumble inside our stomach. It had us stop and look silently at each other, while the scenery from our window was slowly changing. The ship had started to fly.

To be Continued…

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Ben-toes: New Kingdom Knights 7

Ben-to: New Kingdom Knights 7

The small town was in an uproar. A small rumour went around like a wildfire and had a many wolf and stray dogs hear of it. The Pervert was going out of town for a bento brawl fest. All of the big names were going and everyone of them wanted to know where they were going. Inquiries were made by the many who have heard it. Tummies were rumbling with just a thought of the strongest being out of town.

Still there were doubts. “Will it be as good as with them around?”

“It might be easy to obtain a bento this time, who cares!”

“I even heard Monarch is going, was he not beaten by the pervert and that Ice Witch?”

“Like hell I am staying here. I am going. Just think of that big rumble when he beat that ‘Hercules’ Club’. It was epic even though I did not get a bento it was worth it.”

“You are right.”, “Absolutely.”

“Do you know where they are going?”

There were barks everywhere while others took up their pride and looked into e places the Pervert was going to. Quickly a group would see them head to the train station and flip open their phones to message around.

Time passed on and the people were gathering at the station. Peeks were thrown over the shoulders to see where the ticket would bring them. And not before long a train stopped in front of Satou and the followers. He gave the phone to his Senpai, “would you do the honours please.”

From behind pillars and vending machines came people slipping in the train sets. Hat pulled over to the front to hide their black eyes they received from the days before. Colours of shirts pulled up to conceal the bruises on their faces. Inside the compartments a menacing aura set the train ablaze, giving everyone who would not know the intentions feel a shiver of fear crawl up their spine and raise the hairs.

Bandages hanging from pockets, of clearly wounded hands. Moving rapidly like the many other fingers and hands tapping on every kind of surface. Excitement through out.

Satou on the other hand just leisurely sat with cards in his hands playing a game with Sen, Shaga and Nikaidou. Not a wrinkle on his head as he watched the scenery pass by. After al t was just something he felt he needed to do. He was asked by an unfortunate participant, he heard of the story from one of the oldest wolves. And most important he as brought up by Senpai a honourable wolf by the name of ‘Ice Witch’.

Apparently this was his destiny. “To become King.”

-“What was that Pervert. To become King? Are you dreaming, or did you forget what that kind of idea did to me?” Monarch talked sturdy and laughed loud after.

It was true he was defeated. Wanting to be the strongest of the east and west. He thought he done everything to insure victory but his feet got swept away by a mere Pervert. His dream was crushed by three strong wolves who had nothing but their pride and honour. He silently envied them as he spoke.

To be continued…

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 30

Kingdom of Crestoria! 30

Duncan snickered hearing her belly roar from hunger and took a step closer to the princess. Turned towards the window he didn’t notice her face look back right at him. He just stood there with that forced smile to hide his nerves. Eyes shut tight and his fingers scratching behind his head.

He never was any good talking to girls, unable to listen he would just lose focus and stare with a flustered grimace. Shy and silent he would walk the streets to and from school. Counting the tiles or maybe the seconds it took to show the tip of his shoe with each step. Nobody knew what went on in his mind. Grades were all so, so.

The looks might have been something if he worked on it, but he never really cared. Hair was all over the place and droopy eyes deprived from sleep as he had spend another night playing games. Friends could be counted on a single finger.

Garry was the only one who would get words tumbling from Duncan’s lips and was always full of energy. He knew the other side of Duncan, when in game. If one would think he would become the complete opposite you would be mistaken.

No. Duncan was able to just talk freely.

Though he never been in a situation with a girl and a princess at that. It made him uneasy and unsure what he could say and do. Clearly he would not want to be on her bad side.

Looking down to his right he seen the seats and set down, slowly getting comfortable and find the princess looking his way. ‘Did I do something…’ His head swiffled left and right rubbing his hand underneath his body to see if he might have sat on something.

“You are weird!” The princess just blurred it out before returning back to her earlier position and look outside. “Do you think also think I am the ‘Raging Princess’ like many of them call me? I do know that nickname that has been given before.”

If the situation could have become any more awkward it was at this time. As it put Duncan in a very dangerous place.

‘I never heard of that nickname. It does suit her. No, no. I cannot think like that. What to do?’

Memories of his childhood shot through his mind. A mother and a child always smiling. He knew he could just say anything without getting them angry. This princess sure puts him in a corner.

“I never heard of such name…”

I was quickly interrupted by a knock on the door and Cartoo entering holding up a plate of food in front him he quickly placed on the table between us.

“Thank you Cartoo.”

-“You was saying…” Her voice sure knew how to set a dark and ominous mood. As if she knew I was going to say something about her attitude. And to be honest she wasn’t wrong.

Duncan swallowed and took a deep breath.

To be Continued…

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Ben-toes: New Kingdom Knights 6

Ben-to: New Kingdom Knights 6

Oshiroi’s cheeks were shining like a traffic light with a vibrant red as she dug deeper in her fantasy world her body leaned into her laptop. She was a high speed biker digging her nose into the screen. Instead of cycling she was typing like a storm. Fingers fluttered across her board until she stopped with a deep satisfying sigh.

Hands slipped of the table and held in front of her small chest. “Finished.. Ghehe…. So hot..” Her head dropped back and turned towards Satou. Eyes shiny with adoration and glee, cheeks still retaining some of her bush she just smiled and surprised everyone. “You are the best Satou.” Her thumb stuck up firmly into he air as she sucked a drop of drool from the corner of her lips.

The rest was like a gang of imprisoned monkeys, with wide open eyes looking stoic into a distance, unmoveable and I complete shock of her words that were seemingly implying something lewd he must have done to her.

All had their own thoughts but it came down to one thing. ‘He is a Pervert, first class!’

Well all but one that is.

“Time to go Satou.” It was Senpai with an elbow poked in his side as she walked passed him to the door.

The walked down the stairs and off the school grounds.

Outside the gate a large man stepped into their path. His long white coat was floating in the a small gush of wind. His hands rolled two big walnuts around like two baoding balls. “Yoh, Pervert, There is a rumour going around of a wolf’s howl coming from this school. Was it yours?”

Monarch was asking in a slow and articulate tone. He never forgot how he was beaten by him and ended up lying on the sofa of the true ‘Monarch Butterfly’. “I see a gathering of some strong wolves here and also Nikaidou, it has been a while. Let me be clear, if it is a fight, I want in!”

His brows knitted together with the cracks being formed that lead to a small explosion in his hand when the two nuts were crushed by brute force.

Satou could only look down and watch parts of the shell fall down to the ground. With his head rising he stood in the middle of a group that were ready to punch at any given second. Anger and hatred clearly seen in every gleaming eye.

Waiting for the word a hand was put out in front of Monarch. “We could use you to liberate at least one super.”

Satou did not hold any grudges to those who wanted to knock him out of the field. In his mind they all came out for one thing and that is the half priced bento. He said it before and he truly believes that tears do not belong on the battlefield.

Like a band of brothers, a group of knights they head out with heads held high in pride.

To be continued…

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Kingdom of Crestoria! 29

Kingdom of Crestoria! 29

Duncan was quick on his feet but did not leave the large hall before taking a bow. Somewhere he felt he had to apologize for the princess’ outburst. “Sorry for the trouble.’

Nobody heard him say anything or see him walk out the door. The smaller chicks were just eating their tummy full of the spilled food as their parent had her eyes closed and kept lowering her head with apologies towards the waiter, the duck and even throw in the name of the princess.

He looked outside the door but could not find the princess anywhere. With a  hand scratching his chin he looked left and right but had no clue what way to go. ‘What was that ducks name again. Cairo, Caitou… Oh right’

“Cartoo.”

It was just the sound of a flipper that hit the floor with a loud flop. “You called Sir?”

Duncan was shocked and lifted his right leg up and covered his ace with his arms and hands. Startled and with a slight tremble he put down his foot and looked down at Cartoo. “Whaaah, That was fast. Yes…” He straighten himself up a little and swallowed his shock away before continuing. “Yes, Could you please show me to the room of the Lady I was with?”

He did not wanted to mention her name or use her titles so he was careful with the choice of his words and not much later heard his answer.

“Very well sir, this way please.”

As he followed Cartoo back in to the door and down the stairs his mind diverted his thoughts to the princess once more and find a reason why she would be like she was.

‘A warrior princess always getting her way with Daddy the king according to stories and almost ignored by the queen, since she doesn’t act like her. Her only friend might just have been Grub.And than there is that irrefutable pride.’ It all made him smile.

“We are here sir.”

Duncan shook his head unaware of how he got where he was he looked at a simple wooden door with a bronze crown nailed on it. “Thank you Cartoo. Has food being ordered to come here?”

‘No sir but will do.” Cartoo made a bow and walked away towards some stairs.

[Knock, Knock.] “Princess, miss. It is Duncan, I am coming in…” With slow precision he turned the knob and pushed open the door inch by inch. Not hearing an answer made him weary of what was to come. Through the gap he could see the princess sitting in a corner leaning on her hand. Eyes motionless looking out the window.

There was a lot of pressure coming from her seemingly calm posture.

“I had asked Cartoo to bring us some food.”

-“I am not hungry.” Her lips moved but everything else remained without movement. Her undertone was that of a spoiled and annoyed little child sneering back at her parents.

Her cheeks took on some colour and her eyes diverted to her stomach.

‘rumble, rumble, roarrrrr’

To be Continued…

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