A/N: This is literally just an experiment and I have no idea where this is gonna lead me so pls be patient with me if the start seems a little jumpy and all over the place LOOOOL I thought of this out of nowhere earlier and decided to roll with it. I've rated it T as a starting point because my characters love to swear, but it could bump up to an M later, IDK IDK! Aight now onto the madness- um, masterpiece that lies ahead :)

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Prologue – Simpler Times

"Do you… believe in reincarnation?"

The sound of laughter reached my ears in an instant. Normally, that sound would be so sweet and would melt my heart the minute I heard it. But this time, it was sort of mocking, as if I'd just told a far-fetched joke.

My eyebrows furrowed, a pout pulling at my lips. "I go out of my way to open up to you, and this is the reaction I get," I huffed, folding my arms over my chest.

The slightly older purple haired male sat opposite me wiped the corner of his eye. He let out a deep sigh, his laughter finally settling down. He narrowed his glance at me, straining his features as if he were studying my face. "Oh… you're being serious."

I groaned through gritted teeth, the urge to smack him on the leg becoming more tempting with each second that passed. I remained silent, however. I was raised with the rule: if one has nothing nice to say, one mustn't say anything at all. I intended to stick to that, despite how much it pained me to not give him a good telling off.

"Hrmm..." He rubbed at the back of his neck, leaning back and relaxing his strained features. This was something that required him to actually use his brain for once.

"Take your time. I know it's a lot of thinking for one day..." Those words slipped out on their own. My eyes widened slightly as soon as I realised that wasn't an inner thought.

"Wow!" He was shocked at first, until a grin broke out on his face. "That's no way to talk to your subjects, Your Highness." A snicker passed his lips.

"It was an accident," I casually answered, averting his teasing eyes. "It was only meant to be in my head."

"Still, how rude of you to think that way of your people..." he tutted, still snickering away. "You've a long way to go 'til you're King, it seems."

"Pssh..." I scoffed, rolling my eyes lightly. I turned my glance back to him – I was unable to resist stealing a peek into his light blue, ocean-like eyes. Beautiful. I shook my head to snap out of admiration mode. "Can you just answer my question, anyway?"

He probably realised I was gawking right at him, but he shrugged it off and didn't say a word about it. Instead, he just sighed in reluctance. "Well, uh… Now that I'm really thinking about it, I guess I'd like to believe, deep down. Y'know, if it meant we'd have a chance to meet again under different circumstances..."

I lowered my eyes to the grass beneath my legs, and noticed that his fingertips were slowly brushing up and down through the bright green blades. I knew what he was implying just by saying that. I sighed softly through my nose, reaching my hand forward and sliding my fingers through his; stopping his movements in his tracks.

When I slowly looked back up, I saw him staring right at me. There was a subtle blush on his cheeks – although barely visible from the sun beating down on us. Had it been as hot as it is right now, all day…? Just gazing into each other's eyes was making me feel things I wasn't experienced with at all. I felt his grip tighten on my hand ever so slightly. "I, uh..."

"Imagine how cool it'd be if we were reborn and set in the same position… No power hanging over one of our heads, no disadvantages dragging the other down..." The way he spoke from the heart made me feel immense guilt, even though we had no control over the situations we were born into.

I grabbed his hand tighter than before, squeezing his fingers to let him know how much I wished for that, too. Even though we were sitting close enough already, I shuffled forward a little more, so that our knees were now touching. I didn't know exactly what to say, since there was so much that I could say. Everything in my mind was a sort of blur at present. I chose to simply agree with him. "Yeah. Perhaps we'll be born into a time that's accepting of us, as well. Imagine that, huh? No power, no disadvantages, and acceptance."

"Aha..." he lightly chuckled. "Oh, if only. This will have to do for now, though." He vaguely gestured to the many miles of grassland surrounding us. Our only escape.

I couldn't help but idly scan my eyes across the area. Row after row of orange, red, pink and so many more coloured flowers greeted me. I scoffed without thinking, "I certainly won't miss this life. Our next one ought to be much better."

"Well, sorry to burst the positive bubble and all, Prince Charming..." The purple haired male started, his words trailing off into a small laugh. Oh, I wish he wouldn't call me that. It was such an obnoxious, mocking nickname. "But we're only sixteen, remember? Uh, technically I'm seventeen, but it's the same thing. We got one hell of a long life ahead of us before we croak."

I loosened my hand from his, as it was starting to grow a bit sticky and kind of disgusting. It was far too hot out to hold hands for a long period of time. I shook my head at his blunt way of talking, propping my hands behind me onto the grass and leaning back. "Please, don't be so crude all the time," I grumbled, throwing my head back and letting my eyes slip shut for a moment as I took in the sun. In a more relaxed tone, I casually continued. "You and I are worlds apart, aren't we? How we're on the same planet to begin with is beyond me."

I didn't even have to open my eyes to know he'd be grinning away. "I crash landed here with my family when I was but a young boy. Remember? You're lucky I'm here at all."

I opened my eyes a couple of seconds later, being blessed by the sight of those lovely blue eyes and long purple hair which fell freely over his shoulders. I always told him he should get a haircut or something but he refused each time. So I've learned to accept his strange preferences and actually started to love that about him. And he was right. I was lucky he came into my life in the first place. "Hmm..." I hummed in agreement, reaching my hands out to take hold of his face. I squished his cheeks with a big grin slapped across my features.

"Ah-?" His eyes widened in confusion, with a hint of happiness in there somewhere.

"I am very lucky indeed." I leaned forward, getting close enough to gently press my lips onto his forehead. I held the kiss for a few short and sweet seconds before sitting back. I dropped one hand down to hold his waist, and kept the other on his cheek.

"Mm..." His eyelids slipped shut, his brows raising slightly. A look of admiration crossed his face; it was adorable to witness.

"So, what kind of life would you want, if we were reborn?" I asked after a quick silence. I was curious to get a sneak peek into his mind.

"Oh?" His eyes fluttered open, and he paused to think. "Well… I guess I'd like to know what school life is all about. I've always dreamed of attending school. But obviously, I..."

"Yeah," I mumbled, nodding. Now that he mentioned it, if I had a chance at a normal life, I'd probably want to attend school too. "It's like the perfect place – no power. Nothing like that. We'd be..."

"Normal?" He finished my sentence in a hushed tone, a shy smile pulling at his lips.

I stroked at his cheek with my thumb, gripping his waist a bit more to pull him closer. "One day, my love. I know it's wishful thinking, but..." I wasn't sure how to continue that. It was a bizarre concept, one that may never come true. And even if we were somehow reborn, we would know nothing of it. It was the only thing that kept me strong during my hard days as prince, though.

"I'm starting to believe just a bit more because of you," he chuckled. That was a first. He wasn't usually sappy and emotional like this. It was a nice treat to witness.

"Well then. Let's try to be positive about it, hmm?" I raised a brow at him, smirking ever so slightly. It went against all I had been raised with to act like a mischievous, no-good teenager off the streets… But denying this terrible life and instead banking on and accepting a distant wish was incredibly thrilling. I felt normal when I was with him.

"Even if our memories get wiped?" He looked back into my eyes, hesitant to fully believe as much as I did.

"I'll never truly forget you," I said. "You think I could ever forget someone like you? Someone so special..." I felt the heat from his cheeks against my palm as I told him that.

"Then I suppose it's settled." Although he was obviously madly in love with me and he appreciated every second we spent together – okay, maybe not that much – he kept his cool and remained down to earth. He never let his embarrassment show too much.

I was done talking, anyway. I leaned forward and closed the gap between our lips, shutting my eyes. I blocked out the world around us and focused on only him, feeling a spark course through my veins when he wrapped his arms around the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him. Without thinking, I shifted myself onto my knees and crawled forward so that hardly any space remained between our bodies.

"Mmh…" He sighed softly against my lips, which only tempted me further to continue. I felt myself being pulled down a bit – I pulled away to take a breath for a split second, and upon opening my eyes, saw him lying down against the grass with my body pinning him in place. "I have some time before I have to get back to work at His Majesty's palace." He winked in a cunning manner at me, and before I could even react to that awful flirting, he slipped a hand up, pushing his fingers through my hair and joined our lips once more.

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