Till Death Do Us Part

A/N: Forgive me, this chapter is rather short and uninspired, but I wanted to introduce this character and his traits without any direct interference from the other characters. I wanted it to focus on him so that I could clearly asses his personal traits and I think I've got it down. Perhaps I should've attached this to the next chapter I'm writing, but I dunno. What do you guys think I should do.

On another note, I realize that this is adult-fanfiction.org and you guys are looking for sex. I promise it will come, but I'm not ready for it yet, and also, I've never really written a lemon before. I'm attempting to use clever metaphors to describe porno scenes. That's the best I can do unless someone wants to be my beta seeing as how I'm writing this all on my own with only my iPod to inspire me.

One more thing: in my chapter Revelations I noticed I said beach house instead of summer home or vacation home. Why is that a problem? Because it's December and snowing! Yeah, so I went back to change it!

I want to give a big hug to all my reviewers, but I still wish that I had more. If you read my story, then review it, people! I don't care what you think as long as you do think!

To yvie: Yes, Luther is a very sexy name! The name turns me on so much, and I would've named him so even if he wasn't inspired from a character with the same name!

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~Chapter IV: Pissed~

He was going to kill him. The next time Lachlan laid eyes upon King Luther d’Aradnia of Ariadne, he was going to slit his throat. How dare he leave him in this horrible place! Lachlan thought he and Luther were the best of friends, but friends didn’t leave their friends in horrible places and expect to play dress-up as them!

“I cannot breathe in this environment, Lachlan,” Luther said that day. “That woman will be the death of me if I don’t kill her first.”

“So what’re you gonna to do?” Lachlan asked bored.

Luther looked over at Lachlan and studied him for a moment.

He smiled pleasantly. “It’s not really what I am going to do, Lachlan,” he said. “It’s what you are going to do.”

“What?” Lachlan raised an eyebrow.

“You are going to pretend to be the King of Ariadne for a while, dearest friend…”

That was more than two months ago! Lachlan was not pleased at all! He had reluctantly agreed to Luther’s request (demand, more likely), but in hopes that he would’ve returned in two weeks like he promised.

“Two weeks, my ass,” Lachlan muttered angrily, smoothing a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes that had once been sleek black.

He liked his black hair and yet he was asked (forced) to use his alchemy to dye it the appropriate Luther-color. He also had to transmute eyes gorgeous emerald eyes to cerulean blue. It was a good thing that no one noticed that Lachlan was about four inches shorter than Luther, only being at six-foot one against his friend’s amazing six feet, five inches. It didn’t even matter that he was a Hydraen and not an Ariadnian---humans were stupid. All Lachlan had to do was present an aura of absolute power, look bored, and talk fancy. They would all think that the twenty-eight-year-old general of Ariadne was the King of Ariadne.

He knew Luther long enough to know how to act like him.

“Oh, Luther!” a shrilly voice screeched. It made Lachlan’s ears bleed. “Luther, darling, shall we go for a walk?”

Lachlan wanted nothing more than to slap the woman and scream, “No, bitch, I don’t!”

Twenty-seven-year-old Princess Adelaide of Neo-England made her way to the Luther-imposter who had currently been sitting by the lakeside in the summer afternoon pondering how a good friend of his would’ve betrayed him in such a way.

She was terrible: white-blonde hair that made Lachlan want to spoon his eyes out of his sockets; horse-like teeth that made his eyes twitch, wide, wide, wide blue eyes that made him want to drown himself in the lake he was sitting by; and she was even wearing a horrible pink gown that looked like the entrails of someone he might've killed a few months ago.

“My King,” she questioned, “are you alright? You look ill.”

Yeah, ill from looking at you all day! he thought.

“Your highness?” she tugged at his arm with her claw-like hands.

Oh gods! She’s touching me again! Lachlan thought again, this time horrified. Why couldn't she have been hot or even less annoying?

“Oh, I see,” she giggled. It was horrble to listen to; it was like a banshee-shriek. “You would much rather enjoy my company by the lakeside. How romantic, my King!”

She lifted her pink skirts that looked like someone's intestines and practically draped her anorexic body upon the appalled Lachlan.

Is this bitch for real? he looked stupefied.

He inhaled and nearly chocked on the air.

What the fuck kind of perfume is this woman wearing? Even the cheap whores that I sleep with wear better perfume than this!

“I am feeling rather ill today, my lady,” Lachlan finally got a thought out verbally, trying his best to sound as “Luther” as possible. “Perhaps we could do this another time?”

“Oh…” Adelaide looked disappointed, but stood up all the same, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress and fixing her curly hair. “As you wish, my King. Perhaps another time…”

She left, walking towards the palace a little ways back.

Lachlan sighed and threw himself on the lush green grass. Why him? He just wanted to go back to Ariadne and sleep with their pretty men and women…

He hadn’t even noticed he was dozing off until he heard his phone ring.

“Damn, who the fuck is calling me?” he growled, flipping open the phone in his pocket. "What the hell do you want?"

“Lachlan…how are you handling yourself?” It was Futaba, his wretched younger sister. Oh, she got to parade off with Luther into America, but he, Lachlan, was forced to stay and be his stunt-man.

“What do you want from me?” he nearly yelled. “Called in to remind me how horrible my existence has been since I got here and how wonderful yours is?”

“I did that last week dear brother, but I did call in to tell you that we are finally going home.”

Lachlan couldn't believe it! Finally, after two months of hell he was finally going home!

“Are you serious?” he asked; his sister had a habit of playing with him.

“Truly,” she answered. “Luther has found his bride and he doesn’t wish to linger on this planet any longer.”

“A bride?” Lachlan yelled beyond angry. “You mean he’s not marrying this woman I’ve had to take on walks, take out to dinner, and sometimes even have physical contact with! Are you shitting me, Futaba?”

“Oh, poor, sweet brother,” Futaba mocked. “You can always bring the Princess back to Ariadne with us if you like her that much.”

Click. He hung up the phone.

Damn his bitch sister! Damn Luther! How could he do this to him? Why would he have him play with this woman for two months if he wasn’t going to marry her? Well, it was obvious to Lachlan that Luther had no intention of marrying Princess Adelaide, but damn it all the same!

But Lachlan was happy. It was the end of parading as someone he wasn’t!

He threw his head back as golden sparks bounced off his head, leaving his hair black once more. His eyes gave a little gleam and they become their original green.

Lachlan was himself again, and he was happy, but, damn it, Luther owed him a good blow-job for all of his pain and suffering!

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A/N: Short, I know, but review all the same if you want me to keep going!