[The Prince] The Neko princess - an introduction

    In this fictional land where the Prince exists, there exists princesses. Why? Of course, it’s a logical progression - you have princes, there should also be princesses. And maybe even a King,  a Queen or even both for each prince and princess - that is, if they’re not dead yet. Don’t mind the fact that the Prince in question is not even of royal blood nor marriage. You don’t exactly pair Princes with just any female peasant right? That shit only happens in fairy tales, and this isn’t one of them.

    Of course, these princes and princesses go to balls to mingle and do whatever princes and princesses do in balls. You can’t expect princes and princesses to mingle in bars right? It has to be in balls.  And truth be told, the Prince hates these balls with a passion. He’s too much of an uptight ass to even properly enjoy such noisy events. But sadly, being a Prince means you have to carry a lot of bullshit along with that title.

    So in one of those balls, the Prince was doing the mandatory mingling around before he snucks in his favorite wall corner and stay there like the wallflower that he is. And there is where the fun started.

    You know how papercuts feel? You don’t really feel the cut -  you just feel a sudden burning sensation where the papercut happened, and you’d see the blood flowing out of nowhere. Mere contact with air makes it burn more; the minute amount of blood flowing out is not enough to cover all the nerve receptors in the exposed wound.

    Can you now imagine how papercuts feel? Now imagine that ten-fold. That’s what the Prince felt - because what happened was not a papercut. It’s a claw cut.

    “Ow! What the hell?!” The Prince raised his forearm at eye level and saw blood oozing from a rather long scratch. Then he felt an identical pain on the other forearm. “Son of a bitch!” He looked around for the assailant, but there’s no one around. A poke on the shin made him look down to his foot and saw what appeared to be a tail that was connected to a very pissed off princess.

    “Well, excuse me, but one, you stepped on my tail. And two, I take exception whenever someone calls me a ’son of a bitch’ - I’m not a guy and I’m a damn cat, for crying out loud. How can I be a son of a bitch?”

    The speaker is… well, the Neko princess. Complete from the neko ears to the neko tail to the neko fur to the bloody neko claw. She yanked her tail from under the Prince’s foot, licked the ruffled fur smooth, then walked gracefully away. After hissing back to the Prince of course.

    “What the fuck…?” the Prince says while staunching the blood flowing out and looking at the receding figure of the Neko princess. 

(A/N: neko = cat)