Chapter 20 - Punching

Fujimura Miyu raised an eyebrow, 'Grateful? This man is grateful? No prince would ever admit to being grateful for any services. I can't even get any reading on his emotions. Ai, what is so wrong with this prince that he has hid his thoughts and emotions to everyone?'

Miyu shakes her head, trying to get rid of her thoughts. She doesn't want to create a nice relationship with this man, she just wants to survive. True, Miyu does enjoy his presence, but she doesn't want to get all lovey-dovey with him. All love ends badly, and she doesn't want to lose her only anchor. She lost her mother, she's not going to lose him.

Miyu shook her head and rested her hands on her hips, "Psha! It's no problem! It's not like you know my identity and I have to do whatever you say and help you so you won't reveal it!"

Ryota's face turns dark, "I'm sorry that I'm using you against your will but I do need your help."

Miyu grins and sticks her tongue out. She rubs his hair with her hands, "Did you think that I was seriously mad? This is the most entertaining thing that I've done in NY whole entire life! If I stick by you, my life won't be as boring as before! Thanks!"

When she finished rubbing his hair, she lifted her hand and his hair went with it. It was messy and staticky, strands went to every direction. She held her stomach and giggled. He looked so stupid!

Ryota blushed and patted down his hair embarrassed, "Stop laughing! It's not funny!"

Miyu snorted, "It's funny, no denying it!"

Ryota blushed even more, making his face look like a time tomato.

While Miyu was giggling away, Ryota tackled her and pushed her to the ground. They began rough-housing, punching and pushing each other. They go so far that they were hurting each other immensely, but they expected to have some bruises here and there. They rolled all over the floor, hitting and chursing at each other. Once in a while, they would laugh, but quickly return to punching each other once more. After a while, they got off each other and laid on the floor, panting. Sweet trickled down Miyu's face, "You're stronger than I thought, princeling."

Ryota brushed his hair out of is face, which was sticking from the sweat, "You're quite strong as well, wifey!"

Miyu got up from the ground and brushed off the dust from the training gear she was wearing, "I should probably head back to my carriage, the guards are probably worrying about me."

Ryota got up as well, "You can visit anytime, there's some vines growing next to my window which makes it easy to climb up here."

Miyu bowed to him, "Thank you, I'll come when I have more information for you."

He pulled her up, "New rule, no bowing."

Miyu pouted but obliged, "Anything my prince asks for."

She grabbed her burned cloak and wrapped the cloth around her face. She jumped out the window after a wave goodbye to the prince.

Ryota sat down on his bed with a dazed look on his face. He brushed his hair back out of habit and gave a huge smile. He whispered aloud, "I'll have you fall in love with me, Miyu. There's no way you won't. You're mine."