|Lost in a Bottomless Ocean
Author: Switch PM
Xan is a prisoner of war. Phaulkin is the neglected prince of the attacking country. It's a SLASHy romance thingie.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 11 - Words: 13,312 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 05-16-06 - Published: 04-08-02 - id: 710410
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REFORMATTED. IF YOU HAVE READ IT BEFORE, THE NEWEST CHAPTER IS PART 9. IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THIS STORY BEFORE, PLESAE JUST BEGIN AT THE BEGINNING. THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU LIKE ENJOY THE STORY.
He hated this, being a prisoner of war. He didn't want to be here in this psychotic battle between planets. Mengapor had attacked his planet, Fayela. Mengapor was stronger, better trained, more experienced, and more populated. Their army was huge, way too large for a small colony of traditionalists to fight.
That was why Kaxanki had been drafted into this war. He'd been taken away from his mother, father, and sisters, Tenki and Denki. They were twins. Together, he'd played his violin, Tenki played her flute, and Denki played her guitar, and they made beautiful music, but all of that was over now.
At sixteen, he'd been drafted, went through two months of training, and was sent off to battle. On his second mission, he'd been captured, several weeks after his birthday.
So now other prisoners here, at a prison on Mengapor, surrounded him. He hated it here. He never had any friends other than his sisters, but it had never mattered before. He was scared, alone, and sick of everyone calling him "pretty-boy". Ok, so he had a woman's name and he had perfect white skin and silky red hair. That did not give them the right to call him pretty.
"Hey, pretty-boy, are you brooding again?" one of the guards teased. He glared at them. He hated being called pretty-boy almost as much as being called his full name. Everyone called him Xan. Well, his family did anyway. They were all that mattered.
"He's brooding alright," the second guard snickered. There were always two guards at the thick metal door and they were always mean, rude, and stupid.
Occasionally, people that looked like nobles or just seemed rich would come in. They would pick people out of the prisoners, usually women, and they would take them away. The guards would make bets on how long until that particular person came back. It was usually two weeks or so.
"Bet he's gonna be taken soon," Guard1 chuckled, "All of the pretty girls are gone so they'll be taking the boys soon."
"Fuck you," Xan muttered.
Guard1 stood up, "What was that?!"
"I said FUCK YOU!" he shouted.
"Someone's coming," Guard2 said.
Guard1 snorted, and then snarled, "I'll kill him after they leave."
"Sure ye will," Xan taunted.
"You shut up!" Guard2 shouted.
A man walked into the cellblock dressed very elegantly. He wore a silk shirt and linen pants, plus a red velvet cloak with rich brown fur lining hung from his shoulders. Two men holding large guns that were obviously higher ranks than the guards that guarded the cell were on either side of him. The two guards of the prison automatically dropped to one knee.
"My lord," Guard1 gushed, "We did not expect you to be gracing us with your presence."
"Stand up," said the man, "That floor is disgusting. You force people to live in these conditions?"
Xan snorted, "Ye think this is bad, ye should see the food they make us eat." His accent was similar to that of an Irishman as he spoke to the esteemed man bitterly.
"How dare you speak to-" Guard2 started.
"I don' follow yer laws," Xan shouted, "Tell me when've ever pledged allegiance to yer king and I'll rip my tongue out right now!"
"Silence." The man said. He looked Xan up and down examining every inch of him, "Why do you feel that you have the right to speak to me in such a manner? Do you know who I am?"
"No, I don't and I don't bloody care either. Ye could be th' bloody fuckin' king of Mengapor and I wouldn't fuckin' care."
"There's no need to be rude. I'm the crowned prince and heir to the king's thrown. What do you say to that?"
"I say," he replied haughtily, "That yer 'daddy' is responsible for the kidnap and MURDER of MY PEOPLE!! Right now my people are getting slaughtered and it's all because of yer father. What do you say t' that?"
The prince looked at him indignantly, and then smirked. "I want that one," he said.
"My lord," said Guard1, "Are you certain? We could execute him right now if you wish."
""Murder!! " Xan said indiscreetly.
"No," the prince said, "I want him. He'll be a present for my baby brother. Have him put into a transport and taken to the royal bathhouses. He's filthy."
"Yes, my lord," the guards said in unison.
The prince left still boarded by his guards, and the two remaining guards went into Xan's cell. Then everything went black, as Xan was rendered unconscious.