*CHAPTER TWO*

Kuzco wandered up the steps leading to the top of the village, where Pacha lived. He anxiously twiddled his thumbs the whole walk there as he hoped pacha would let him stay, because if Pacha didn't, Kuzco would have nowhere to go. When he finally got to the top of the hill, he was exhausted. He panted desperately for air and fell against the front door of Pacha's hut. He dropped his suitcase.

"Good Viracocha, what did I put in here? Rocks?" he said.

Then he realized. He knew what was in there. He was the one who packed the suitcase. He let out a defeated sigh. Then he took a deep breath, stood up straight, and knocked on the door.

He waited patiently, but started to get impatient as seconds went by. Then Pacha opened the door.

"Huh? Kuzco? What are you doing here?" Pacha didn't think there was any special occasion for Kuzco to come by, and usually when the two had visits, it was Pacha who came to the palace, not the other way around.

"I-I..." he whimpered "Theroyalrecordskeeperkickedmeoutofthepalaceandsaidihavetogotoschoolcanistaywithyoufor4years...please?" Kuzco stammered out quickly, hoping Pacha would just hear the important part, the part about him staying there for 4 years.

"Yeah, of course Kuzco." Pacha said, pulling the young Emperor into a hug. "It's no problem, you're like family to us"

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"What?!" Pacha's wife, Chicha, said as she was scrubbing a pot in the sink. "What do you mean he's staying with us for 4 years?!" she dropped the pot into the sink and groaned loudly.

"He'll have nowhere to stay." Pacha frowned. "He's like family, Chicha."

Chicha gave a flat expression in response. "Maybe to you, but he's an entitled brat!" she crossed her arms.

"He changed." Pacha defended Kuzco.

She tilted her head and walked over to the door of the kitchen, and lifted the curtain to reveal Kuzco, wearing his replica crown, sitting on the couch, using Chaca as a stool to hold his feet up.

Kuzco looked up and saw Chicha giving him a death glare of absolute judgement, and he took his feet off the eldest of Pacha's children, and gave a nervous chuckle.

Then there was another knock at the door. Kuzco looked over in confusion.

"I'll get it" said Pacha, getting up.

"No, no, I can, least I could do..." Kuzco got up and went over to the door, and opened it.

What he was not expecting was his servant to be at the door.

"S-salsa?" Kuzco said in disbelief

"M-my name is Sansa..." Sansa said, frowning.

"R-right...Sans..." he said, still not getting it right.

Sansa whined. "I-I'm here to help you!"

"Uh, but aren't I supposed to...y'know, live as a peasant for...y'know..."

"Well...yeah...but I'm not your servant now if you aren't the Emperor..." she pointed out "Which means I can help you..."

"Hmm..." Kuzco thought about it, and stroked his chin. "I think I'll pass..." he started to close the door.

"Kuzco!" Pacha said, frowning. "This young lady walked all the way out here, through the jungle, to come help you." he crossed his arms.

"Okay, okay, fine. You can help me Sisa." he said exasperatedly.

"It's Sansa, and now I'm starting to change my mind..." Sansa was about to leave.

"No no!" Kuzco ran to get in front of her. "No, please" he started begging.

"Okay. Thank you. Peasant Kuzco." she leaned down to him, her face inches from his own.

Kuzco accidentally blushed. He'd never seen this side to his usually timid and quiet servant. He kind of liked it.

"Kuzco?" she looked at him, as his staring had begun to become uncomfortable.

"Right...right." He stood up.

"Good, now let me show you where you two will be sleeping." Pacha said, as he guided them upstairs to the guest bed in Chaca and Tipo's room. "I'm sorry there's only one bed, usually the only guests we have are my parents, and they share a bed." he said

Kuzco was shocked. "I have to...share a bed..."

Pacha frowned "Don't worry, we'll get another bunk bed soon, you won't have to share too long-"

"WITH HER?" Kuzco stared at Sansa again.

"What? You don't want to share a bed with a peasant?" Sansa was hurt.

"N-no...I-I just...n-never thought I'd share a bed with a woman until my wedding night..." he said awkwardly

"That's corny." she replied "I had to share my bed as long as I can remember with other servants."

"You, you what?" Kuzco was in disbelief. Why hadn't anyone told him the state of living for his servants? He was enraged to think his own servants, the people who worked for him, didn't have their own beds. "What do you mean you didn't have a bed to yourself?"

"None of the servants do." she said "There's at LEAST 4 of us to one bed."

"W-well...They're big enough beds right? Big enough that you all can fit in comfortably and not be packed like sardines?" he said, hopefully.

"Nope. We all have to awkwardly fit ourselves into small beds." she said, matter of factly.

Kuzco was shocked.

"Being a servant isn't glamorous Kuzco. Just because you have a gilded life, with a silver-spoon in your mouth from the moment of your birth, doesn't mean your servants get any of that glittering opportunity that you get merely by existing, and not doing much else."

Kuzco looked down and felt guilty. "I-I didn't know..."

"Of course you didn't. These are the things they don't tell you, because they're scared of you!" she said, crossing her arms.

"Uhh..." Pacha said awkwardly "I'm just gonna go..." He left the room.

"Sansa...I'm sorry." he said to her gently.

Sansa sat on the bed. "It's fine, whatever." She looked away.

"No, really."

"I know you are." she looked back at him. "That's not the point. It's not like you can do anything about it right now." She said looking at him.

"I...I guess..." That just made him feel worse.

"Let's just go to bed, you have a big day tomorrow." She laid down, facing away from him.

The next morning, before dawn, Kuzco was fast asleep, his face buried into Wampy, snoring like there was no tomorrow.

Then the poking began. "Your Highness" Sansa said poking Kuzco in the back. This ellicited a smack on the hand from Kuzco. She continued. She rolled him over and poked him in the nose. "Your Highness!" she said with a tad more urgency.

"No...touchy..." he said sleepily.

Sansa realized this was going nowhere, and pushed him off of the bed.

"NO TOUCHY!" he yelled at the ground, as he was brutally ripped from the comfort of sleep. "W-what? What's? What?" he lifted his head off the ground. "Ugh!"

"Kuzco, you need to wake up." she said sternly. "We're going to be late for school."

"What time is it?" He said. It was pitch black in the room.

"I don't know, 4 am?" she guessed.

"4 am? No. I'm going back to sleep." he got back into bed, laying down.

"Kuzco, you have to be there early, so you make a good impression!" she said even more sternly.

"Ughhhhh! Fine!" He sat up, and set Wampy down. "I guess." He got out of bed, and lit a candle. He began to get dressed.

"Stop! What do you think you're doing?" Sansa got up, and stared at him, as he put his green llama poncho on.

"...Getting dressed?" he said "Isn't that what you WANTED me to do?" he added, with a tone of smartassery.

"No. You can't wear that." She replied.

"Why? Am I showing too much ankle?" he said sarcastically.

"No." She reached for her own napsack, and pulled out some folded red, white, and yellow robes, and tossed them at Kuzco, successfully hitting him in the face with them. "You have to wear that. Kuzco academy is a uniform school. Didn't you know that?"

Kuzco grabbed the garments. "I-I knew that!" He didn't know that. "A-and don't YOU have to wear these too?" he said, snapping back.

"Yes. Look away, so I can get dressed."

After Sansa was dressed, they left to head to the school..