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(A ‘Marginal Prince’ fanfic) (WARNING: This takes place after the events of ‘Guard of My Heart’, which I have not exactly written yet, so there WILL BE SPOILERS. Little spoilers, though.) But if you are looking for a bit of a laugh and some Mikhail Nevsky, keep reading.) It had started off with a simple song request. Well, make that two. Mikhail Nevsky was tasked with delivering the respective songs to the people who had requested them, after having them burnt onto two separate CDs. The first request came from the Jiving Bees, who were due to put on a dance performance within the next hour. Mikhail had happened to b

(A Marginal Prince fanfic) It was ten long years ago, that Stanislov Sukoruv found himself walking down a bleak white corridor in an isolated building found nowhere on the conventional military map. The mission he was assigned with was something he was all-too familiar with in his six years of combat medicine and surgery: A classified surgical operation, or so he was told. However, the name of his mysterious client was not one he had heard before. "Phoenix's Nest, huh?" he thought to himself. "Weird name for an organization. I wonder if it is new." As he checked the address of the surgery room, written on a card he now held in his hand, h

(A Marginal Prince fanfic) Henri-Hughes de St. Germain took one look around his dormitory room. The door stood behind him, dark, majestic and crafted from the finest mahogany. The shelves and tables followed the same forbearing essence, all lined with broody literature from some of the French youth's favourite authors. The House of Usher, his latest present from Joshua, laid open and half-read on the desk right next to his bed. The curtains were nearly closed to ward off any unwelcoming sunlight, bathing the room in dimness, and the bed linen was neat and well-made, courtesy of August and his deft hand at housework. In the wardrobe, othe

(A Marginal Prince fanfic) "Cousin Henri!! Let's dance Caramelldansen!!" "No." "C'mon, Henri, Chu Chu even got a spare bat costume for you!" "I said, no." "Cousin Henri, you dumb emo!" "Do not call me that…Chantelle." "Waaah!! You're mean! It's 'Chu Chu'! 'Chu Chu'! 'Chantelle' is not cute!" Yuuta grinned at all the lively action going on in the student lounge, as his Art History textbook laid open on his lap while he lounged on the sofa. Chu Chu and Sylvain, nicely decked out in sickeningly cute bat costumes, had started shaking their hips and flapping their palms excitedly to a certain catchy Swedish pop-song, while Henri cold

(A Marginal Prince fanfic) At a small cosy airport on a nearly uncharted island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean…the pair dressed in black watched as the lone airplane slowly descended to the ground. They observed, as the cabin door slowly lowered with a hiss, as a smartly-dressed youth with emerald-colored hair emerged and started to walk down the vehicle's exit steps. The leather-clad woman turned to her brother. "So…" she grunted with recognition. "It's him." Her eyes narrowed with disgust. "It's really him…the son of that person…" Her brother gave her a sharp nudge, as he pointed with his chin at an oddly-dressed p

(A Marginal Prince fanfic) "Eh?! Sylvain, you mean you and Red are also going to leave the school soon?" Yuuta's face was etched in much dismay upon hearing the latest news from the horses' mouths. He really hated it when friends leave. "Relax, Yuuta," Red shrugged, as he and his friends walked the forested path back to Otis Dormitory. "It's called 'graduation', like what happened to Joshua. It's not like we will be gone forever." "That's right!" Sylvain chuckled. "We can still come by to visit once in a while, like what Joshua is doing." Their chestnut-haired friend just sighed and shook his head. "I get it," he pouted. "But…it's s

(A Marginal Prince fanfic) It was just staring up at him. That little cyborg bunny with the wide grin. It was just lying there, next to a badly cracked handphone. A handphone that was not his but belonged to a dear friend. A dear friend who was not standing by him right now. Joshua sighed to himself, picking up the little bunny plushie and cradling it in his palm. It had been nearly a month since he entered the palace after his graduation, and the loneliness was starting to seep in once again. The green-haired youth closed his eyes, thinking about his old friends back at his former school. As happy memories and friendly laughter echoe

(A Marginal Prince fanfic) Stanislov Sukoruv had had a busy month, and he knew it. For the past several years, he had been serving the prestigious all-male school, St. Alphonso's Academy, as its school doctor and faithful professor…away from his days in the military. However, in recent weeks, he found himself once more engaging his skills from the past when the attempt on Joshua's life came around. But that was over…things were now mundane again, just as he liked it. Humming to himself, Stanislov decided to take his usual walks in the school's lush greenery. "Mikhail's probably in classes now," he thought to himself. "Oh well,