Left In the Past
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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993
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3
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Left In the Past
Prince Barron lay in a very undignified way across the sandstone garden wall of his father’s palace. His golden gaze was unfocused, though pointed towards the great sprawling valley of Atumbe, His family’s kingdom. His Father’s kingdom, soon to be his, with his 17th birthday soon approaching, his arranged marriage to princess Kaari would take place and Kingdom would be his. Everything, all his, to protect, to manage, to keep safe. Well, he would have some help.
As if in answer to this thought, said help appeared suddenly in the form of a thin and rather striking teenaged boy landing nearly without a sound by his blonde head.
“ Hullo, Nakthiba “, muttered the prince, gazing up at his dark haired, ivory skinned twin. Naki’s mismatched eyes pierced down at him with their consistent intensity.
“ What the fuck are you doing out here spread out like a fat lump, dickshit.”
“Awww, Naki, you are so polite to your future King, ” came the reply. Barron was quite used to his brother’s vulgarity. It was just Nakthiba’s way of..well, being Nakthiba.
“What kind of king lazes about outside 12 hours before his wedding ceremony/ birthday celebration!?! You will be crowned King in two flaming days, you realize that?” The slim prince berated his larger brother.
“I know, Naki, but I’d rather just let it happen rather than obsess over it,” replied his fair-haired sibling.
Nakthiba leered at his brother for a moment before gracefully sitting beside him, his long legs swinging lightly over the 12-foot wall’s edge. “ I’ll never understand you, Barr, the kingdom is in dire need of a strong leader; the Balquia across the wall and gaining in strength, number, and I swear they’re getting smarter too. I killed six today alone, SIX and there were others who ran when they saw me…OI ! ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING?!”
“No…OW!” This was the prince’s response to being slapped in the head.
“Dammit, Nak, that smarts.” Barron was annoyed until he saw the worry in Nakthiba’s very tired blue and green eyes.“Naki, shh, it’ll be fine. I swear I’ll protect you, and my wife, and our kids, and do my best to guide everyone and ease their fears.” He smiled fondly at his warrior-mage brother, who was infamous for his ability to kill the dreaded shape-changing Balquia with ease.“Beside, the Balqs dare not fuck with Nak the Mad”
“Shut the fuck up” Nakthiba was not terribly fond of his nickname, well earned as it might be. “I weep for the future of your kingdom, liege, if it’s all left up to me, because , frankly, I barely give a fuck. I just like to kill things.”
“Love you, Nakthi.” Barron sat up and held his lean brother close in a very tight hug.
“Eeeep”, Naki squeaked in reply. His great ox of a brother had the annoying habit of declaring his love at the oddest and most inappropriate times. It was quite unnerving.
“Dammit, I…know.” Replied Naki slyly.
“HEY! Don’t you love me too!” joked Barron, grabbing his brother in a mock chokehold while Nakthiba shrieked curses at him. “Well, come on then, scrawny warrior, say it! Don’t you love me?”
……………………………………5 years later……………………………..
“How can he do this to me!! HOW!!!! SON OF A FUCKING CUNT!!!”
Mana, the attendant and head adviser to King Barron the First of Atumbe, cringed and shuddered at the loud and vile obscenities being hurled down the grand palace hallway by the enraged Prince Nakthiba. Mana watched as the tall, black-and-violet clad price stormed down the hallway, his long black braids slapping against his lean back, his twin blade bouncing on his thin hips, he fixed his dual-color gaze on petite, blonde, spectacled Mana and roared. “WHERE IS HE! Where is the TWO-FACED SCUM MOTHER…..”
“NAKTHIBA! ENOUGH!” The king, adored in gold and red armor, stormed to out to meet his twin brother with great, thundering strides. “How dare you speak to Mana that way..”
“SHUT UP!” Shrieked the fair skinned mage, “ You have no right to tell me what to do, you lying bastard, you vile traitor, King or no, you had NO RIGHT to make it a crime to perform magic, had no right to burn all those tomes, MY FUCKING BOOKS! What the hell where you thinking! How, how could you do this to me, to your brother, your twin!?” Nakthiba’s fierce eyes filled with tears, the first time Barron had seen his brother cry. Ever.
“Naki,” began the king
“NO! Never again, you’ve lost the right to call me that for the rest of your life.”
Barron internally winced at the pure venom in his brother’s voice. He had known Nakthiba would be upset, but he’d had no choice. The people feared magic; they’d always feared and mistrusted Nakthiba, even though he kept them safe from the Balquia. He’d thought this would help..
“ Do not dare speak to your King in such a way, you approach treason, if you were not my brother..”
“I am NOT your brother,” hissed Nakthiba fiercely, “Never again..”
He then turned and strode past the trembling Mana and the Queen you held her son, Prince Shalta, by the shoulders, as he cried, “ Uncle Nakeeba, where you going?!”
Prince Nakthiba turned and looked at the little brown-haired toddler, pain in his still-livid eyes.
“I’m sorry, Shal, I really am” Then he turned and walked form his brother’s palace for the last time.
AN- want more? Does it suck too much? It’ll get better, I’m just too tiered to write on. Sorry for the shitty spelling.
As if in answer to this thought, said help appeared suddenly in the form of a thin and rather striking teenaged boy landing nearly without a sound by his blonde head.
“ Hullo, Nakthiba “, muttered the prince, gazing up at his dark haired, ivory skinned twin. Naki’s mismatched eyes pierced down at him with their consistent intensity.
“ What the fuck are you doing out here spread out like a fat lump, dickshit.”
“Awww, Naki, you are so polite to your future King, ” came the reply. Barron was quite used to his brother’s vulgarity. It was just Nakthiba’s way of..well, being Nakthiba.
“What kind of king lazes about outside 12 hours before his wedding ceremony/ birthday celebration!?! You will be crowned King in two flaming days, you realize that?” The slim prince berated his larger brother.
“I know, Naki, but I’d rather just let it happen rather than obsess over it,” replied his fair-haired sibling.
Nakthiba leered at his brother for a moment before gracefully sitting beside him, his long legs swinging lightly over the 12-foot wall’s edge. “ I’ll never understand you, Barr, the kingdom is in dire need of a strong leader; the Balquia across the wall and gaining in strength, number, and I swear they’re getting smarter too. I killed six today alone, SIX and there were others who ran when they saw me…OI ! ARE YOU FUCKING LISTENING?!”
“No…OW!” This was the prince’s response to being slapped in the head.
“Dammit, Nak, that smarts.” Barron was annoyed until he saw the worry in Nakthiba’s very tired blue and green eyes.“Naki, shh, it’ll be fine. I swear I’ll protect you, and my wife, and our kids, and do my best to guide everyone and ease their fears.” He smiled fondly at his warrior-mage brother, who was infamous for his ability to kill the dreaded shape-changing Balquia with ease.“Beside, the Balqs dare not fuck with Nak the Mad”
“Shut the fuck up” Nakthiba was not terribly fond of his nickname, well earned as it might be. “I weep for the future of your kingdom, liege, if it’s all left up to me, because , frankly, I barely give a fuck. I just like to kill things.”
“Love you, Nakthi.” Barron sat up and held his lean brother close in a very tight hug.
“Eeeep”, Naki squeaked in reply. His great ox of a brother had the annoying habit of declaring his love at the oddest and most inappropriate times. It was quite unnerving.
“Dammit, I…know.” Replied Naki slyly.
“HEY! Don’t you love me too!” joked Barron, grabbing his brother in a mock chokehold while Nakthiba shrieked curses at him. “Well, come on then, scrawny warrior, say it! Don’t you love me?”
……………………………………5 years later……………………………..
“How can he do this to me!! HOW!!!! SON OF A FUCKING CUNT!!!”
Mana, the attendant and head adviser to King Barron the First of Atumbe, cringed and shuddered at the loud and vile obscenities being hurled down the grand palace hallway by the enraged Prince Nakthiba. Mana watched as the tall, black-and-violet clad price stormed down the hallway, his long black braids slapping against his lean back, his twin blade bouncing on his thin hips, he fixed his dual-color gaze on petite, blonde, spectacled Mana and roared. “WHERE IS HE! Where is the TWO-FACED SCUM MOTHER…..”
“NAKTHIBA! ENOUGH!” The king, adored in gold and red armor, stormed to out to meet his twin brother with great, thundering strides. “How dare you speak to Mana that way..”
“SHUT UP!” Shrieked the fair skinned mage, “ You have no right to tell me what to do, you lying bastard, you vile traitor, King or no, you had NO RIGHT to make it a crime to perform magic, had no right to burn all those tomes, MY FUCKING BOOKS! What the hell where you thinking! How, how could you do this to me, to your brother, your twin!?” Nakthiba’s fierce eyes filled with tears, the first time Barron had seen his brother cry. Ever.
“Naki,” began the king
“NO! Never again, you’ve lost the right to call me that for the rest of your life.”
Barron internally winced at the pure venom in his brother’s voice. He had known Nakthiba would be upset, but he’d had no choice. The people feared magic; they’d always feared and mistrusted Nakthiba, even though he kept them safe from the Balquia. He’d thought this would help..
“ Do not dare speak to your King in such a way, you approach treason, if you were not my brother..”
“I am NOT your brother,” hissed Nakthiba fiercely, “Never again..”
He then turned and strode past the trembling Mana and the Queen you held her son, Prince Shalta, by the shoulders, as he cried, “ Uncle Nakeeba, where you going?!”
Prince Nakthiba turned and looked at the little brown-haired toddler, pain in his still-livid eyes.
“I’m sorry, Shal, I really am” Then he turned and walked form his brother’s palace for the last time.
AN- want more? Does it suck too much? It’ll get better, I’m just too tiered to write on. Sorry for the shitty spelling.