Pairing: Hoheto x Yuuma

Requested by Unknown
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~3rd Person POV~

Hoheto stood, watching the execution from the higher stands. This was the third one he was brought to that day, and it was honestly getting extremely annoying for him. The rhythmic tapping of his finger against the mahogany wood chair was really the only thing that kept him sane.

The floor dropped below. Screams of agony and pitiful gasps for air were stabbing and choking their way out of the criminal's throat.

Suddenly, after a few sad gurgles, it was silent. That is, of course, aside from the cruel chanting of ecstatic citizens who were glad to see the man hanging by his neck.

Really, it bored him to death. Figuratively, of course. As if he'd give up his life for something like this.

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Days and months passed—the hole that resided in Hoheto's chest hadn't gone away. In fact, the hole had grown instead. The ginger could practically feel the tingly numb feeling to the tips of his fingers now, slowly creeping down his ankles. Soon enough he would be completely empty.

A brush to his arm caught his attention, and the prince turned his head to the side. "You...." He mumbled.

The man opposite—clad in a dark brown suit with the collar folded at the side which contrasted quite clearly to his messy bright pink hair—met Hoheto's gaze with a smile that set something inside the boy. "Yes?" Was all he said.

Hoheto found himself speechless. He searched desperately for words that could clamber out of his throat and reach the other's ears, but nothing happened.

This seemed to amuse the man. "Is something the matter?" He asked, shifting the wine glass from one hand to the other that the ginger had not noticed before that. "You seem to be at a loss for words."

No shit.... Hoheto thought, yet still nothing. He heaved a sigh, and shook his head before finally, finally, he choked out a few words. "Forget it."

"Ah, so the prince speaks." The man stayed put, chuckling as he leaned forward.

The ginger felt a shiver go down his spine. This man sure rubbed him the wrong way. "Of course I do," he snapped, taking a moment to pause and slow his speech. "Was there something you needed?"

The man paused. His smile seemed to grow, but Hoheto couldn't be sure. "May I show you something...?"

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He didn't know what happened. That man from before...he led him on. But god, did that feel good.

Hoheto looked to the side, where the man sat up, smoking a cigar. Claw marks stretched along down the length of his back. This wasn't good.

"I'm sorry," the prince muttered out, quickly stumbling to his feet, tugging on his clothes before anyone could find them. "This...this was a mistake."

The man flicked his gaze back to Hoheto. There was that dastardly smirk again.... "Was it so?" He paused, puffing out a cloud of smoke. "My apologies then. I'll leave as soon as possible."

"Y-yes, please do. I shall...give you your time." Hoheto hurriedly walked out of the room, buttoning up his overcoat while doing so. He fixed the ruffles of his shirt, and glanced back and forth down the hallway.

He had completely ditched the ball just to sleep with a stranger. This...couldn't have been his best moment.

It was some time before the door clicked open, and the ginger glanced back to see the man fully dressed once more in the same garments from earlier that night.

"Please hurry along," Hoheto grumbled from the bottom of his throat, sighing. "It would be bad to see that you were still here...."

The man nodded and crushed the cigar in his hand. "I understand." He chuckled and started to head down the hallway, before he turned and stopped. "Your highness, you should really learn your lesson sometime."

At first, he had no idea what the man meant, however, it was only a moment longer before he saw a golden ringlet dangling from his fingers.

Although, by the time he noticed, the man was already gone.

On the floor, written in scuff marks from the toe of a shoe, was a name.

Yuuma.