#dragonskinned

A part of him wanted to run away the minute he saw a familiar flash of white.

At first, he wondered if he’s hallucinating out of pure loneliness, but he blinked again and knew that he wasn’t dreaming. Kamui was back, it seemed. They brought him back to this place yet again. The selfish part of Zero was glad that he was here again, but he didn’t want Kamui to be here, despite that. He’d rather him be back home, safe and sound.

Now, his feet were stuck to the ground, as if he was stuck there and no matter how hard he tried to move, he couldn’t. What should he do? Should he try and talk to him normally, like he hadn’t been here before?

His heart hurt at that thought.

Finally, he took a deep breath, clearing his throat so he could catch Kamui’s attention. His usual smirk was on his face, masking any sort of hurt that was welling up inside of him, as that lone blue eye peered into the prince’s crimson ones.

     “Lord Kamui. I see you’re doing well.”

Why.

          But he is curious, yes, for even a thousand years old sword could be unaware of things the modern world held; history changed, after all, made itself new as each second passed, and he knows little ( knows nothing ) about the world outside his country.

          Approaching one of the people who seemed well too immersed in the fun others provided to the public, perhaps even a sword as Higekiri could quench his curiosity with a couple of innocent questions. ❝ Is it fun? To dress up for a specific occasion and go around tricking people? Those are Western costumes, are they not? ❞

“I’m sure congratulations can get tiring, yet I’ll still offer mine.

     It seems like quite the embarrassing, straining honoring, event.”

   A pause, before Law tips his head and offers his hand.

“Trafalgar Law.

     I apologize that I didn’t introduce myself earlier.”

     “They’ve really out-done themselves with a party this grand,” he mused aloud to the boy he stood next to, holding a cup of the blackest coffee he’d ever had. The music, people, and decorations were all so enthralling to the inhuman being as he watched it all go on.

The entrance of the pair had been relatively normal, until the couple contest announcement of course. Having people stare at him and Kamui was slightly unsettling, but he figured that’s what happened when you were suddenly thrown into a contest. Ah, well, he could deal with it. In fact, he couldn’t help but feel… proud that people were staring at them.

It made him feel extremely lucky.

Not only did he and Kamui have matching costumes, the White Rabbit and a male-esque design of Alice’s dress, but Corrin would be joining them as well, as the original Alice. The ‘Alice in Wonderland’ theme they decided to do was pretty cute, even if he hadn’t read the story. The outlaw fixed the glasses he donned on ( still wearing his eyepatch ) and fixed the ears he wore as well. As usual, Zero’s dress shirt was buttoned down slightly so that some of his cleavage could be seen. Glancing around the area, he whistled impressively at the sight before him.

     “This place is pretty big. Not as big as Castle Krakenburg, but      close enough. Reminds me of the balls that we used to have.”

The elder male turned towards the noble, a soft smile on his face, admiring the man before him. He looked wonderful, but that wasn’t hard for him to pull off, now was it? He wanted to make sure Kamui had a fun time, no matter what, and he was going to grant every desire of his. Taking his hand in his, he lifted it up to give it a gentle kiss on the back of his hand.