"Jehu!" The young prince called out to his friend, chasing the other boy giggling slightly. Jehu and him were playing a game a game of tag and now he was the one who had to chase Jehu.
"Can't catch me Haou!" The boy said, running through the garden. Just then however, Haou was running, just about to tag him when his tripped over a crack, falling forward onto Jehu, and the two rolled across the stone, and then across grass and down a small hill. Thankfully Neither were injured, but Jehu came out on top, of his friend. Both blushed then realized just how close the other was. Jehu quickly pushed away from him, landing on his but in the grass.
"So, what should we play now?"
"I don't know whatever you wan to play, this his where you live." Haou sighed, he lived in the castle, and some day he would have to marry an icky girl and be king. He didn't want to be a king, all he wanted was to play with Jehu for the rest of his life.
"Do you want to play sword fights?" Haou asked.
"No, I'll hurt you."
"No you won't! I'm a big kid!" Jehu pulled himself closer to his friend, pulling him into a hug.
"But I don't wanna fight you! I just wanna hug my Haou and never let him go back into the scary castle!"
"It's not so scary once your inside! Plus if you go in you could see my baby brother Judai." Haou said, lightly cuddling into Jehu's embrace.
"My mom said I'm not allowed to go in there. She said I could get in a lot of trouble for it." Jehu said, holding the other boy close.
"But I'm the prince! If they don't like you in there it's just gonna be too bad!" Haou said, crossing his arms over his chest. Jehu didn't argue, and just kept his arms wrapped around the boy he cared for so much.
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"AHH! SOMEONE HELP!" Jehu cried, watching as his mother and father were still in the flames. Haou was running toward Jehu's house with soldiers on there way to help put the fire out. He was about to run in and try to save then when a soldier picked him up and placed his on his horse. Jehu kicked and struggle as he was taken away from his family, far away from them. Eventually, he ran out of energy, and was out cold.
The next morning, he was awakened in a room that was not his, and he looked around worriedly, until the day before's events came crashing down on him.
"Jehu?" A small voice asked him, and in came the little prince, still in his night clothes. He climbed up onto the bed and close to his friend. "Are you OK?" He asked him, curling up with him. "You made lots of noises in your sleep when they brought you here, so I was scared. Are you hurt anywhere?" Jehu's chest was heavy. One day after playing with his friend, he came home to see his house was on fire. And his parents were still inside.
"I-it h-hurts..." Haou watched as his friend placed a hand over his heart. "h-here..." and then he cried. Haou only held his friend, someone who wouldn't even cry or even care about a large cut on his knee or arm, who was always there to comfort him cry.
"Don't worry..." Haou said, tightening his arms around him. "I'm here."