The Cook Who Looks Like a Prince (MomoKat & I)

[3ngag3]

((Continued from the old Board))

The kingdom of Arcadia. From the outside it was a seemingly beautiful place built on a hill, surrounded by lush green landscape and an ocean in the distance. Even the walls of the castle town and castle itself looked white and shiny from the right point of view. Within these walls though, chaos and turmoil abound. Many of the people live in poverty, taxed to their very limits. Riots and spot fires litter the streets and women and children are left in tears in the street corners. What king would allow such atrocities to happen? None, actually. For the cataclyst of these atrocites is but a prince. A young man of only thirteen years. Six months ago, his father passed, leaving the responsibilites of Arcadia solely on the boy's shoulders.

With such a burden on someone so young, there were bound to be disastrous results. The boy king spend a large chunk of the treasury having many toys made for him. Money that could have been better spent on the people and facilities of his kingdom. Anyone who complained was promptly executed for treason. Too scared and frail to fight back, the people cowered in the presence of the prince. It seemed as if the only ones who were well kept in the kingdom were the prince himself, the soldiers, and others that were under his service.

Today, the prince came upon a bit of disturbing news. It appeared as if some peons had formed an alliance and were plotting an attempt on his life. This wouldn't do. He had to make sure these traitors paid severely for their actions. Crafty as he was, the prince had a clever plan. He had come upon a young chef, Michael who was the spitting image of him. Yes, he would surely make a good replacement for him and when the assassin came, he would be ready and waiting to trap whoever came and force them to reveal the location of the rebels.

Everyone in the town was suffering from this ordeal of the Prince, taxes were high, and it was hard to scramble any money for food let alone live within a house. With people getting kicked out of their homes and starving in the streets, the towns people had had enough of the constant suffering for a spoiled boy. The government, which was also the lead of a special association was called into order and had to resolve in a solution to the crisis. With the King dead and the son now in charge with the order of the kingdom things were suspected to run fine, but what they thought was wrong. The population of the kingdom was dropping by the passing day and something had to be done.

They called in reinforcements, and to end it all, the death of the Prince was needed. Standing in the center of the meeting room, a woman with a thick shaped body stood. She wore an all black suit that consist of a black diamond choker and a sleeveless design. Her black heeled boots rested at her thighs and her hands were covered in fingerless gloves. Taking a bow she smiled before closing her eyes and giving her full attention to her leader. "Akira Mizuki reporting in". A light cough was herd before the woman stood at attention with her hands by her side. Truth was she was only eighteen, but the best assassin the government had.

"The kingdom is in a conundrum and if this continues there will be nothing to rules" Akira crossed her arms and nodded before turning her head. A few locks of hair falling in front of her eyes. "We need you to kill the Prince to restore peace to this". That's how it all started, and that's how it was suspected to finish. But someone had leaked this information out. Akira waited at home for night to fall over the town that she resided in. And soon after was when she'd make her move.

Young Michael stood in awe in front of the room before him. Compared to his run down room, this was surely the stuff of gods. The room was adorned with family portraits rimmed in solid gold. The wallpaper which was adorned with the pictures of various fruits looked as if you could lick them right off and you could taste the flavor within. The chests next to the bed were stuffed with toys and plushies of every variety possible. And last but not least was the bed. It looked as if someone could melt right into it if they lay upon it. Michael was not worthy of such a room.

But apparentley, the prince thought so as he was approached by one of the royal guards and given a decree that due to his faithful service to the kingdom, he was being rewarded with a nights stay in the prince's quarters. He was even given one of the prince's pajama's to sleep in. It was blood red and made of silk and the sensation of it on his skini gave the young man goosebumps. Michael strode into the room proudly and watched as the guards at the entrance closed the doors for the night. What could he do first? Perhaps he should play with some of the toys that looked like they were overflowing from the chests, or maybe, he could dine on the fruit that was sitting on the royal oaken dresser.

The bed, however, was far too enticing to pass up and the young man ran right for it and leaping upon the matress with a soft thud. It was so soft, so comfortable, he could just fall asleep right then and there. And suprisingly, Michael did in fact fall asleep soon after. His sleeping thoughts were of the prince and how he wasn't such a bad guy despite all the accusations that were being made about him from the people living out of the castle.

It was now night fall and Akira had set out in the street. Her long black coat covering her body and concealing the case of needles she held in her pockets. It would look like nothing happened with the way she worked, and she had set everything up as she went. In the castle there were five floors, and the Prince of course was at the top. Every floor had about five to ten guards guarding the stair well plus two to guard the Princes quarters. As she stood thinking she blew her hair from her face and moved without a care of the guards in front of the castle. Under the coat she was wearing a gown and she she reached the two she smiled and tilted her head. "Hello there miss how can I help you?", the guard was on edge as she turned and pointed towards the entrance.

The two guards looked at her as if she had lost her mind, and when the turned she moved nonchalantly between them and moved to her hands upwards thrusting a needle right between the bones of their neck and took off her jacket. Of course they were still standing, but, they were dead. Lifting her dress up over her thigh she put the rest of the needles into of the small holster where her gun rested and threw her jacket into a nearby bush before walking inside as if she was welcome and shook her head. 'This is too easy'.

Even as the guards were being dispatched by Akira, she was being watched. A wary guard had seen the woman entering the room but rather than head to attack, he waited until it was clear before going to the prince who was safe and sound inside a secondary room in the castle. The guard enters the chamber and bows before the prince before giving his report on what he saw. To this, the prince grins and nods. He knows he has this woman trapped now and all he would have to do is capture her and the insurection to the kingdom would be abolished. "Send ten of my best guards to capture her. She will sing like a canary when I am through with her. And with that, several guards began to make their way towards the prince's room.

Michael, meanwhile, had began to stir in his bed. His body was waking him up as he had to use the bathroom and the young man sat up grogily looking around the room. The first thing he saw was the woman in the room with him and at first, he mistaked her for a maid of some sort due to how dark it was in the room. "Oh, hello there," the young man said with a yawn. "Are you here to clean up? I don't really think a room like this needs cleaning, but oh well. Do what you must. I have to use the bathroom anyway." With that, Michael stands up and gets out of his bed to go do his business.

"I think not" Akira said quickly while quickly moving her hand from under her dress and turning on the light. She held him at gun point, and her expression was nonchalant. Closing her eyes for a quick second she open them and spoke. "You do know what this means do you not?" she asked with a slight smile and blinked with a sudden confused expression. 'Hold on' she thought before turning her head and looking back at the door. Letting her body move swiftly she turned around and aimed at the door before pulling the trigger and glared. "Damn it! It was a set up".

Michael was shocked at the sight before him. The barrel of a gun was pointed right at him! Almost immedietley, he put his hands up and winced. "D...don't shoot me!" he stammered out fearful that Akira was going to kill him right on the spot. Whatever he did then must have sparked some kind of reaction because the woman immedietley turned her attention to the door which she had entered. "Setup?" the young man mumbled to himself before the sounds of footsteps could be heard approaching the door.

The door suddenly burst forth and about a dozen musket rifles could be seen pointing through, all of them aimed at Akira. Right behind them was, suprisingly, the prince himself. He poked his head through the mass of guards that had gathered to the door and spoke casually to his guards as he chuckled. "See. What did I tell you?" He spoke aloud. "They fell right into my trap, just like I predicted. Thank you Michael. Your service under me was truly magnificent." To this, Michael backed up to the window, shocked at what he had heard. He had been nothing more than a pawn used to drive this woman out of hiding! Using his own face which resembled the prince's to do so.

It contradicted everything he knew about the prince and he wanted answers. "W...wait a minute," he said as the guards began to approach Akira with their muskets at the ready.

"Oh no you caught me" Akira said with a bored tone before putting her hands together still holding the gun without the saftey. "Hand clap for the smart and spoiled Prince" she said in a scarcastic tone before looking over to Michael and thought for a moment. "But if you think you really caught me, then you're out of luck brat" she said before shooting the lights out quickly and dashing towards Michael and took hold of him before busting through the window and smiled. "Be thankful I didn't kill you kid".

An angered look seemed to come across the face of the prince as he heard Akira's words. How dare she! Speaking to someone of such royal heritage like that. Her death must be swift! So, forgetting about the plans to actually capture the woman, the prince screamed out "SHOOT HER!" But by this time, she had shot out the light and despite the multiple gunshots fired from the muskets, none of them made contact with the assassin leaving them empty handed as she jumped out the window with Michael in tow.

The gunshots died off and the prince went to the window and looked out to see where Akira could have gone. The expression on the young prince's face showed that he was about to throw a temper tantrum at not getting his way. Immedietley, he turned to the guards. "Find them and shoot them on sight! Both of them! They can't be allowed to live long enough to get back to wherever the rebels are hiding.

Michael, in the meanwhile could barely recall what just happened in the past few seconds of his life. The first minute, he was sleeping peacefully in the prince's bed without a care in the world. The next, he's flying through the air in the arms of a crazy woman. It was so intense that the young man blacked out suddenly as she was carrying him.

"Wow that was easy" she said to herself with a smirk before grunting and looking at the unconcious boy over her shoulder and sighed. "Why must you be so heavy?" she asked before quickly making her way from the palace and towards the HQ of her assocaition. She was thinking of a way to explain this all to him though since she knew that when he woke up that he would have a fit and start raising a storm. But at the same time she couldn't believe how she was tricked by that brat, but it wasn't her fault, someone told him about that set up and she was going to find out who.

It wasn't too long before Michael was awake again and far from the elequent castle of Avalon. Instead, he found himself in a cold, damp cell with no windows and only torches to light the entire area. This must have been a dungeon of some kind by the looks of things. Slowly, the young man stood up and dusted himself off. The red pajamas that were given to him by the prince were stained with dirt. If he could get out of this place, he could find a way to wash them later. For now though, he walked up to the cell door and looked out.

There were people walking by and by the looks of them, they weren't the castles guards. Then it hit him. These were the rebels he overheard the guards talking about during all those recent dinners. For some reason or another, Michael had been brought to their headquarters, probably to be used as a ransom or something. He hoped to god that they would at least treat him well down here. After all, he was one of the royal cooks. As a man passed by, the young man yelled out the door. "Hey, what's going on here? Let me out!"

The man simply chuckled and banged on the door causing Michael to scurry back a bit. "You'll be let out soon. But only to the interrogation room. Akira's got some questions to ask you." With that, the man walked away leaving young Michael to wonder about his fate down here in the hand of the rebels.

"So what you're telling me is". "Someone from this organization is a little birdie". "Akira, you must be lying, how did this mess up?". "Like I said, someone told that brat about our plans, he set the whole thing up" she said walking out the shower in her room and shaking her hair loose. The voice of the speaker phone grew silent as she made her way over to her bed and closed her blinds from the window. "So where did you put the kid?" she asked while grabbing a bottle of oil and rubbing it into her skin. "In the basement, in the cell". "Why?" she asked looking at the speaker box before shaking her head. "Never mind. I'm going to ask some questions".

"Don't go easy on him alright". "Bye". "Akira wait". Not giving a reply she logged out and stood up from her bed before walking over to her closet and put on a sweater and a pair of jeans since it was cold down in the cells before sighing. "Let's make the best of this".

It wasn't long before someone finally came to get Michael out of his cell. And, just like the guy told him before, he was being moved into another room to be interrogated. The young man was held at gunpoint and escorted to the other room, where, suprisingly, there was nothing more than a chair and a table...a table with straps in which to hold someone down. The young man gulped as he was forced onto the table and put in his chains. They actually felt quite comfortable to the young man, had he not remembered that he was being kept prisoner down in this dump.

And so, young Michael was left to stare at the ceiling, waiting for his fate to unfold. He cringed at the thought of how they planned to interrogate him. With him being tied down and all, he figured they must have some horrible, blood curdling torture in mind to make him talk. He would gladly tell them everything he knew about what was going on...that is, if he knew what was going on in the first place.

Ruffling her hair as she walked. Akira opened the door where Michael awaited for her before closing it behind her and sighed. "Okay yes I know you're in an uncomfortable position. But you want to know something, so am I" she said quickly before sitting next to him and yawned. "Just answer my question, give me the information I need. I'll personally give you a room where it's warm and comfortable and we can call it a night" she said in a simple tone and looked at him. She was a pretty fair person and she never liked to wait. She knew this would take longer than she wished, but she couldn't get around that. "So now. Do you know who told our plans to that bratty prince of yours" she asked while sitting her legs up on the table and looked down into his eyes calmly.

When Akira walked into the room where Michael was, the lad tensed up a bit. He knew how dangerous she was based on what she did back in the castle and he felt a new sense of helplessness in her presence. Speaking about her relation to him being in an uncomfortable position didn't help matters. But then, the thought of her giving him a nice warm room to stay that was far from this dank pit crossed his mind. He would sing like a canary if he knew what the hell this woman was talking about with her 'information', 'plans', and 'who told who' Sheepishly, Michael opened his mouth to tell Akira just what he knew.

"Listen. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just the cook and nothing more. I don't know anything about any plans or who leaked anything to you." Michael hoped that the answer he gave would satisfy her and she wouldn't have to...torture him.

Looking at him she sighed and put her fingers to her head before shaking her head. "Why do I always have to do this?" she asked before looking at him and putting her fingers to her lip. "Okay then let me explain more, and maybe, you'll be willing to help me a little bit" she started before looking at him once again. "My name is Akira Mizuki, as you may know, and I'm one of the top Assassins in this organization" she said while smiling. "I may not look it. But I'm actually eighteen" said said with a smile before putting her fingers to his cheek.

"This government is lead by the government, and your prince, is in trouble with the government. This whole entire kingdom is falling apart, day by day, hour by hour, and it's all because your dear prince want's to be spoiled and have everything to himself". She rested her cheek on her hand and closed her eyes before letting out a light sigh. "We planned to kill him tonight, but it comes to know he knew about the hit, and used you as a decoy, but, "I knew you weren't the prince, no matter how or what angle I looked at you after I held you at gun point" she informed with a lack of lie.

"But, if you don't know anything, I can't blame you now can I?".

Michael winced but slightly as Akira placed her fingers upon his cheek. From his previous encounter with the woman, he felt her to be unpredictable. Sure she was acting a bit casual, but there was always the possibility that she could snap and get violent at the drop of a hat. He had some understanding of the situation she explained to him, though he didn't tell her. Why would he tell her something she already knew anyway? What actually suprised him was that she was only 18. Sure, he was only 13 and by his standards, she was an adult, but she was young, even by assassin standards.

After Akira was done explaining things to him, Michael had the sense that she might let him go. He lifted his head and spoke to the woman to try and appeal for his release. "So, that means you'll let me go right? You'll let me go and we can go back to wherever it is you're staying and I can cook a good meal for you. I am one of the royal chefs after all, and I can make a great lasagna. Everyone will be happy...right?" Michael tried to look as innocent as possible, hoping that this woman would let him go and not have to bother interrogating him. In the back of his mind, he feared what she could do to him in this position.

"Uh, not so fast" she said while waving her finger. "You have to work with me in this though, because until then, you will receive hell from the others here beside me. I'm out to make your life as easy as it can get, as well as keeping you safe from that betraying Prince of yours" she said with a smiled before un-cuffing his left hand and leaned over him lightly. "So what's it gonna be, help me, easy life, or don't help me, and the prince kills you?" she asked while looking at him. "Since you know he's out for you right now".

Michael took Akira's words into concideration. He didn't know much about her or how exactly she would keep him safe, but she seemed to be the only one she could trust at this point. It was better than being left to the rebels who would probably beat him to a pulp and much better than being left to the prince who appeared to have it out for him now that he was involved in this assassination plot. The lad froze momentarily as she loomed over him and took little time to ponder over the offer given to him. "Anything is better than being left here. And if you do manage to keep me safe, I promise that you won't go hungry ever again."

Michael thought it odd of him to say that seeing how slender Akira was. He even turned away slightly as his eyes wandered towards the woman's breasts.

"Never have went hungry" she said and winked before getting an idea and smirked. Her eyes closed slightly and she leaned forward, her lips grazing his lightly, but not too far away. "You shouldn't act so innocent you know, it works against you..Plus you don't have to be scared of me you know, I'm a very nice girl, and I would never hurt a person who hasn't caused pain to others" she stated before her lips connected her his. Her left hand held his down while the rest of his body was chained.

If anything confirmed Michael's concerns about Akira's unpredictablility, this was it. His eyes shot wide as the woman's lips grazed his and the blush on his cheeks as she spoke matched the color of the prince's pajamas which he was still wearing. When her lips fully made contact with his, the young man attempted to lift his free arm up to stop her, but found it quickly pinned back down to the ground. He began to struggle but slightly until he found himself getting used to the sensation of a woman's lips on his own.

In truth, he had thought fancy of the maids of the castle and even witnessed the prince himself going around, flipping up their skirts and slapping them on the rear. His whole body was beginning to feel warm just at the thought of it. Still, knowing Akira, this might have been some kind of trick. He broke the kiss by turning his head to the side and looked up at the passionate woman. "Wait a minute, what's the deal? This isn't some kind of trick, is it? Something to decieve me into doing some outrageous things for you? Not that I don't enjoy a kiss here and there but I just don't know." Michael's eyes wandered off, trying to make sense of what was going on here.

"Some kind of trick hmm?" she started and put her finger to her lip before looking at him and smiled. "Sorry but it's nothing like that" she stated while putting her hand on his cheek and put her cheek to his. "I just think you're cute is all" she said and thought of a nother way to settle this. "Let's put it this way" she started and sat on his lap. "I introduce you to something new, and it won't hurt. And you will be set free without having to cook clean or whatever you did for that boy in the castle. You be your own free person" she said and smiled.

Her eyes looked down at him and she traced his lips with her fingers gently showing him with just small movements how soft she really was when she didn't have to work. "Is that a deal or not?".

What was Akira talking about? While Michael still felt that this might be a trick of some kind, he thought that he shouldn't defy her. After all, if he did, she might snap and go on a murderous rampage...with him as the first victim. He didn't want that, and with a sigh, he lifted his head up to the woman and nodded. "Well...I suppose. I did get tired of being harrassed by the prince when his meals weren't perfect. And you don't seem like such a bad person when you're not trying to, you know, kill someone. But do you really have to do it while i'm strapped down like this?"

Michael was still a little concerned at the fact that Akira hadn't let him go already. He was curious to know just what she was going to do to him while he was strapped down like this.

"You suppose or you were?" she asked looking deep into his eyes. "Tell me the truth about how you feel about the prince" she said with her finger to his bottom lip. "And I only to what's necessary of my job", she smiled at this though and she couldn't help herself but shake her head. "I'm just your typical girl when it comes down to living normal, but, this is something, my parents forced me into since I was always helping people like you" she stated and sat up, her legs at his said and winked. "But, you know, if I really wanted to hurt anyone, I'd let the prince go on and kill everyone".

Michael did not take his eyes off of Akira as she asked him what he really thought about the prince. To this, he replied, "Well, to be honest, I don't know what to think. If it weren't for him, i'd be living in the slums somewhere in Arcadia. He took my life and gave it a purpose. To cook the best meals I possibly could. Sure he yelled at me when I didn't do well, but I always take solice in the fact that he gave me everything I could ever need." The young man turned his head to the side, a somber look on his face. It probably wasn't what the woman wanted to hear, but it was what he felt was the truth.

If there were something that might have changed Michael's mind, Akira might have to find something that she could give him that the prince could not.

 

[MomoKat]

"Oh but there is something that you can have that the prince won't" she said and kissed his neck. The Prince could only get what she was about to give him with years and years of waiting, and even when that did happen, it wouldn't be special. Kissing his neck she moved her hands back and pushed them pass his pants and smiled. "Don't freak out, you'll feel no pain" she said before rubbing her hand gently against his shaft and smiled.

 

[3ngag3]

Michael was suprised when Akira kissed his neck. Her lips caused his skin to tingle where she left her mark. He still wasn't quite understanding what she meant until her hand slid down his pants. Immidetley, his head raised up as much as it could to see what she was doing. "Hey! Wait a minute!" was all that could escape his lips before she told him not to freak out and began to rub him beneath his pants. The young man couldn't believe what she was doing. The stimulation he was recieving caused him to buck a bit into her grip. It felt so good, yet he wanted to grab the woman and stop her so he could prepare himself a little better. But that would be impossible now as he was still tied down to the damn table. All he could do was gasp and moan. "A..ah. Hold on here," he muttered between breaths.

 

[MomoKat]

"Why stop?" she asked with a smile and lightly pressed her hand to his head and played with him oh so teasingly. "You said you wanted something that couldn't have been given, so this was what it is" she said and pushed his pants down. "You're so innocent in appearance, but with my help, you won't be walked over like you used to be" she said with a giggle and started to move her hand quicker and quicker with every passing second.

 

[3ngag3]

A deep blush came over the Michael's face as Akira teased him both verbally and physically. He was as hard as a rock now and every stroke she gave him send him closer and closer to the edge. If this was going to make him into more of a man, then he couldn't possibly deny it, could he? Any thoughts he had of denying himself this privelage seemed to fade away with every quick stroke of this woman's skilled hands. He tried to move his free hand around. To do what, he didn't know, but somehow, he managed to get it free from her grip and he squeezed her side slightly. Anything to get her to slow down a bit.

 

[MomoKat]

Leaning forward she softly kissed his lips and letting her hand stop and smiled down at him. "You like this feeling don't you?" she asked whispering in his ear before looking into his eyes. "Tell me honestly," she whisper before putting her hands on his shoulders and pecked at his lips. "Do you want me to stop, the pleasure your feeling from my touch?" she asked and kissed his neck slowly. "Yes and I will stop. No, and I will give you more".

 

[3ngag3]

When Akira stopped stroking him, an intense desire for her to continue filled Michael's body. He wanted her to stop, yes, but now that she did, his body was burning for more. And then she asked him whether or not he wanted to continue. The blush deep in his cheeks told the whole story. He felt embarassed and confused at this sensation, even as she was kissing him along the neck sending shivers up his spine. After a minute of thought, his eyes turned away from her before uttering the words, "Don't stop..."

 

[MomoKat]

Hearing his words made her a little shocked. She was suspecting him to say no, curse or yell, anything that would tell her not to continue. But hearing those words also made her smirk, it showed he was bold, and that he still had a little selfish side to him even after living with the Prince. Closing her eyes she moved her hand back and started rubbing him again, she wasn't going to have sex with him just yet, but she was going to save that for later when he was ready for it.

 

[3ngag3]

Micheal bit his lower lip as Akira began to stroke him again. It felt so embarassing to him, but he enjoyed it so much. His erection returned, stronger than ever and his hips bucked into her grip, a sign that he was clearly enjoying himself. For now, he supposed, he would let her have her way with him. He knew she would untie him soon enough and he could actually get some rest after this ordeal. And based on how well she was stroking him, it might come sooner than he thought.