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      Published: 2017-10-16 Updated: 2017-11-17 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3874
****** For Want of Nail ******
by Mei_kun
Summary
     Tetsurou was the youngest son of Terra’s King. The ninth in line to
     the throne. He was the spare of the spares. He was loose change that
     could be, will be used to hold a treaty with a paper ally empire from
     another galaxy.
     When Tetsurou boarded The Titanic, he wished for a catastrophe to
     strike him dead.
     The catastrophe came in the form of an alluring leporine man.
     --
     “Okay. You can draw me wearing this.”
     Tadashi flicked his eyes to him, gaze unwavering, the color of whisky
     against fire, scorching and intoxicating. Pert lips curved sweetly;
     the devil’s sinful smile, teasing, tempting—
     Tetsurou swallowed.
     “Wearing only this.”
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
     Terra – a planet from a galaxy in the central region, the first home
     of one of the first class species in the universe, humans.
     Al-mi’raj – a nomadic bipedal race that originated from a collapsed
     galaxy thirty years ago in the northern region. Humanoid type of
     species characterized by leporine features, including long ears and
     supple limbs, and far superior sense of smell and hearing. At
     present, they are considered as an inferior race. (Disclaimer:
     they’re basically Squenix’s Vieras. Original species concept isn’t
     mine).
See the end of the chapter for more notes
i.
 
Tetsurou approached the heavily ornate, antiquated door to the throne room. A
royal guard stood on each side, faces hidden behind helmets that matched their
dark baroque-like uniforms. Tetsurou stopped about five paces before the door,
placing himself in perfect point blank range of the guards’ plasma rifles now
aimed at him. He stayed still as a thin strip of green light raked over him
from head down, authenticating his identity.
A protocol to all who wished to enter and have audience with the King. 
Paranoia had always been common fare in the palace.
The door spilt open with a hiss.
The guards bowed curtly with acute sharpness and once again held their riffles
diagonally across their torsos.
Tetsurou proceeded with heavy steps and crossed over the threshold. It felt
like stepping into the mouth of a beast. The soft hiss and the sound of a
seamless fit as the door sealed itself shut made it more apparent. He clenched
his jaw and started to walk forward, deeper, under the stark bright lights. He
counted the gilded pillars of the golden stone hall as he passed them, the
blood red banners of the royal family and the royal blue banners of Terra hang
in alternate on each massive pole; a fierce three headed lion for the red's
sigil and the hallow sphere for the blue. The lion's grim eyes seemed to follow
him in his procession.
He dropped onto one knee upon reaching the steps of the throne, bowing his head
so low his chin almost touched his chest. “Your Majesty.”
The sound of a scroll being unfurled grated into his ears before the sharp
nasal voice of the King’s Secretary filled the cold stone hall with His
Majesty’s edict.
“Your King commands his royal highness, Prince Tetsurou, ninth prince of Terra,
to travel to Ixia to wed her imperial highness, Princess Brirraht Ixia Olmesh,
third princess of Ixia, in accordance to the armistice agreement between the
great kingdom of Terra and empire of Ixia founded 3rd of February, year MM12,
the Armistice of Halcyon. Hear and obey the command of your King.”
There was a lull of silence. 
The King spoke.
Tetsurou’s mouth dried. His chest felt constricted, caving inward, as if it was
collapsing. He didn’t dare lift his head up to the King. His father.
“I hear and obey.”
 
                                      --
 
The days passed by normally. It didn’t went by fast, nor did it went slow.
There was no special buzz of activity in the palace. When he snuck out to the
city, people milled to and fro the winter clothed streets, going about their
lives, all busy minding their own business. The seedy pub he frequents had
greeted him with familiar faces when he went in earlier that evening and, as
per usual, the sound of drunk men roaring in laughter and jeers to spurn a
brawl could be heard beneath the rickety, chipped floorboards of his cheap
rented room on  the second floor.
“You’re distracted.”
Tetsurou glanced up from his unfinished sketch. Yukie had titled her head and
deviated from her original pose, her scarlet locks spilling over her bare
peachy pink shoulder. The proper way to respond was to deflect the probing.
“Probably because I am,” he admitted instead.
Yukie sat up from the bed, retying her silk robe, wrapping it around her naked
self more securely so that she could pass the minimum requirement for decency.
“What happened?”
“Getting married.”
“Married? You? Before that impotent cunt?”
Tetsurou barked a laugh. Yukie was probably the only person who called the
crown prince an ‘impotent cunt’. The older woman was also the only person in
the whole city who knew he was the ninth prince.
Not that that detail had ever held any real worth.
“To who? From where?” she asked as much as she demanded.
Tetsurou closed down his sketch book, laying it flat on the table beside him.
He crossed his arms and leaned back on his chair. “Right question would be to
where.”
Yukie’s pretty face scrunched up in a wince, a flash of pity fleeting in her
reddish brown eyes. “Right. So. Where?”
“Ixia.”
“Ixia?”
“Third princess. Princess Brine Rat-something-something,” he answered
frivolous. He was frivolous. “I’m leaving first of January in The Titanic.”
“…The one who made that thing is a douche," Yukie replied after a long pause.
"Who the fuck officially names shit with a The?”
“A fucking douche,” Tetsurou answered with a crooked grin.
“Bet he has a small cock.”
“Preaching for overcompensation? That’s classic stereotyping. Archaic even.
Shame on you, madam.”
“Pft. Don’t all men do with all their big shiny toys?”
“Does my new 14-inch paint brush count?”
“Yes,” she answered, her rose colored lips spreading into a plotting smile. She
titled her head in playful challenge. “Unless you want to prove me wrong,
boyo.”
Tetsurou held his hand up. “You know I have a strict policy. No frisky business
with models and friends.”
“Frisky business,” Yukie echoed in amusement. “You’re so precious. Kei will
definitely have a good laugh over you.”
“Kei?” In the years he’d known Yukie, he couldn't remember her mentioning that
name. “Who’s Kei?”
“Someone who will make you choke in your precious ‘strict policy.’”
“Oh? Could she be more charming? Replace you as my favorite muse, my Red
Goddess?” Tetsurou asked theatrically.
“He’s a he.”
“A he." Not even a consideration. “The virtue of my policy is secured.”
Yukie answered with a laugh that made her tip her body back and made Tetsurou
completely feel the entirety of the six-year seniority she had over him. When
she finished and her naturally heavily lidded eyes were on him again and there
was only a smidgeon of her critter like smile stretching her lips, Tetsurou
knew their easy, pointless banter had run its course. “Hug,” Yukie only said.
Tetsurou opened up his arms. “Hug.”
 
                                      --
 
Tetsurou stayed in the pub well into the night. He finished the final sketch he
could draw Yukie in and shared a bottle of cheap beer with her. At one point,
the subject of using ‘The’ to officially name things was brought up again
because the pub was, after all, aptly named ‘The Third Class.’
“I’m telling Ittetsu you called him a fucking douche.”
“I’m telling him you said he has a puny dick.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“Details.”
When it was time to leave, Yukie accompanied him. The pub was still roaring
livelily when they stepped down. Same old patrons causing the ruckus, jeering
and drinking themselves silly. Same old, same old. There was an unfamiliar
overzealous man pestering the bartender, chirping ‘Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan, Iwa-
chan’ to the obvious annoyance of the latter, but the pub does get new faces
then and again so it was still a norm. Tetsurou lingered at the step of the
stairs, drinking in everything that was before him. Sight, sound, smell. He
won’t be coming back.
Yukie encircled her arms around his neck, soundly embracing him from behind
from a step above. “You’ll be fine, boyo,” she said softly as a whisper. His
stomach clenched.
“Yeah, I will,” he answered.
He took his time walking back to the palace. When he arrived at the plaza
before the east gate there was a page and a group of royal guards waiting for
him. The page only greeted him a fine evening and escorted him back to his
apartments, the entourage of guards followed closely, caging him from behind.
The message quite clear.
Tonight had been his last night of freedom.
Tetsurou let himself fall on his bed, and stared at the dark shadows in the
ceiling of his room until the morning light vanquished them.
 
                                      --
 
All his possessions could fit in one suitcase.
All that mattered anyway.
Tetsurou rove his eyes inside his suitcase, hands pressed against the rim of
its upper mouth. Brushes, acrylic, charcoal, sketch pad… his eyes stopped on
the velvet covered rectangular case that housed his mother’s necklace. He shut
the suitcase close. He forgot about his canvas and extra paint. So, he
digressed, two suitcases it was.
He weaved around his room to his art supply closet and the missing items were
still there. The door opened to his room, grabbing Tetsurou's attention towards
it to find Keishin. His older brother’s sharp gaze landed on him, his brown
eyes looking wild as his hair that would have been as black as Tetsurou’s if it
hadn’t been all dyed up in bright corn blond.
Keishin was bracing both his hands on Tetsurou’s shoulders before Tetsurou
could even give a witty greeting or two. “I won’t let you rot in that place,”
Keishin said, staring up to him straight in the eye.
Tetsurou snorted. “Not even a Happy Christmas, big bro?”
Keishin squeezed his shoulders harder.
“You make it look like I’m getting marooned in a dump,” Tetsurou said,
playfully sliding the older’s hands off him, “I’m marrying a princess hence
into royalty.” He  broadened  his grin, his own face protesting to the strain
of the gesture, “Won’t be much different from here.”
Keishin's mouth thinned, the expression on his rugged face dark and grim. “You
don’t need to put up a front with me,” he said after a beat.
“I’m not. I’m geniuinely the cheerfullest thing you’ll ever see. Most good
looking, too," Tetsurou replied with a gaspy careless laugh, turning his back
to Keishin so he could continue packing. “So how’s the fleet? How’s space, oh
great Third Prince? Should I expect meteor storms while I sail across the vast
black yonder?”
“I’ll come and get you back. That’s a promise.”
Tetsurou’s finger’s hovered above the stack of rolled canvas cloth. “You. You
should really ask His Majesty for a wife.” He grabbed all the canvas and
carried it to his bed. “Get kids of your own. I’m seventeen... well seventeen
in a couple of—okay, a lot of months. Still, I’m already too old to be your
surrogate kid. …Always had been. Thinking about it. Now that I’ve said that.”
“Tetsurou.”
The hard tone made him flinch and he was five again. He looked at his brother.
“I’ll get you back.”
The creaky grin fell from Tetsurou’s face.
“I’ll get you back.”
Tetsurou nodded.
The day of Tetsurou’s departure arrived, he rode the space elevator up to the
station alone. Keishin had been ordered to return to his post commandeering His
Majesty’s first fleet days before.
 
                                      --
 
Tetsurou was afforded his own entrance to The Titanic. The luxury starliner’s
Captain was there to greet him when he stepped out from the bridge and into the
inside of the ship. The hallway was carpeted, the light a soft yellow, there
were fresh flowers on side tables and paintings hanging on wooden paneled wall,
depicting a perfect Victorian setting. The illusion of antiquity was broken by
the prevalent heady, crisp smell of fresh paint.
Everything was brand new. 
“We’ll make sure your travel to Ixia will be most comfortable, your highness.”
Tetsurou turned his head to the graying captain.
It will take eleven months and the same number of wormhole warps to arrive at
Ixia.
“Don’t spoil me now,” Tetsurou answered good naturedly.
The captain gave a merry laugh.
‘Die in Ixia.’
Tetsurou wished with all his might for that meteor storm.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     So yeah, this happens when Titanic (James Cameron) had a 3-P with
     Guardians of the Galaxy and Squenix in one of my seedy motels.
     Anyway, I know, another multi, sorry, but this will be short because
     it will only cover the length of the movie. Although, yesh, you might
     have noticed the ‘Beginning of an Epic’ tag. That’s there because
     well, this will be fashioned as the beginning of a sprawling space
     adventure …or something. However, for now, I just want this idea with
     space Titanic to shut the eff up.
     …I’m in love with Yukie. And Peter Hollens and Gary Barlow.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     *Story Tags updated
      
     --
     Language - the universal and most prevalent language of the universe
     is Terran (aka Nihongo. This is for my own sanity, I need an excuse
     to justify why the name of most of the characters, canon or
     otherwise, are Japanese. Names follow the western pattern
     arrangement: (Given Name) (Family Name))
     Society - Employing non-robotic servants is a privilege and serves as
     a status symbol. Royalty/Nobles/Elites have non-robotic servants.
     There is a distinct stigma against people with cybernetic
     enhancements or prosthesis/parts; they are deemed as third class
     citizens. Slaves are not citizens and are placed in the same level as
     automatons/robots (widely known as servbots); earning one's freedom
     is possible if their master allows it.
     Artificial Intelligence - application to automatons is strictly
     regulated; automatons used in everyday maintenance/service industry
     do not have an AI.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
ii
 
Yukie was wrong.
Or, at least, maybe only half right.
The tycoon responsible for funding the starliner wasn’t being a douche when he
named it. The Titanic had earned every bit of distinction the ‘The’ in its name
afforded. Fifteen floors, a kilometer in length from thrusters to bow, easily
housing twelve thousand guests, five hundred-odd crew hand, three hundred plus
maids and stewards and over five thousand servbots; The Titanic was massive.
Tetsurou turned the monitor off, the floating screen displaying the general
specs of the starliner dissolving into particles of light that sank into the
hidden hologram feed under his carved wooden study table, reverting his room
back into a perfect imitation of an ancient Victorian suit. 
The Titanic was almost through with the first month of its maiden voyage but
Tetsurou hadn’t made effort exploring the ship beyond the first class floors.
Even with that, he only barely acquainted himself with the lavish facilities.
Most of the time spent outside his suit was to attend banquets in Rose Hall,
dining with the elites of the societies that didn’t tire giving him invitations
for every meal and snack that occurred in a day.
Tonight he will be attending another fussy dinner with them, favoring the
invitation of a pair of new passengers that boarded the ship from its last pit
stop, Galba―a desert planet that had one of Terra's largest refineries of Titan
Powder―before it reached its first wormhole.
It was a nice surprise then that the Inarizaki twins weren’t from the same cut
as the prissy nobles and tycoons Tetsurou had endured all by himself for the
past three weeks; the siblings having made their fortune from buying and
selling goods, marking them as curiosities as much as pariahs among the old
rich.
“It was really just a goddamn lucky hand in poker,” the older twin, Ikuo, said
his grin too foxy for a Terran. His dark, heavily hooded eyes slid to his
identical twin. “And, ‘course, Tatsuya’s handsome mug.”
“Of course,” Tetsurou said, matching Ikuo's mirth.
The younger silver haired twin had the same range of facial expression of that
of a brick wall. Point in fact, he didn’t so much as twitched over his twin’s
antics, only continued cutting and eating his rather bloody steak. The older
teen tore a piece of his bread and mopped up the reddish juice on his plate.
“Aren’t those too rare?” one of the nobles they were dining with asked, the
elder’s ratty face scrunching up in disdain at the twins' food.
“Only a hair above the passable temperature,” Ikuo replied. “We’re hardier than
you fine folks here, Mr Baron Ito.”
“Lord Ito would suffice," the baron all but sneered. "Anyway, I doubt that's
true. We are all Terrans here in this table.”
“Not from the same quadrant,” Tatsuya said, unperturbed, continuing with his
meal.
"New money and mixed. My, you young gentlemen surely don't fit our typical
mold, right highness?" the graying marquess, Lady Ishida, from across the table
patronized.
"Thanks for the compliment, Ma'am," Ikuo said before Tetsurou could answer,
easy grin never leaving his face. "We're glad you think we're a cut above the
rest."
The old croon’s expression hardened. “Hm,” she only intoned.
The rest of the meal continued with only the occasional jab therein after, the
Inarizaki twins parrying it with effortless cheek and lazy nonchalance that no
doubt irritated most of their dining companions. Tetsurou on his part only sat
back and allowed himself to appreciate the twin’s antics. It was almost like he
was with The Third Class's patrons.
It was a nice familiarity to have.
Dinner concluded when the baron invited all the gentlemen present to the brandy
room. The twins declined and Tetsurou excused himself as well, the three of
them walking together to the grand staircase. “We’re terrorizing the lower
floors after the warp,” Ikuo casually said behind him.
Tetsurou turned to the shorter teen, pausing between two marble steps. Ikuo
sported a lopsided grin that didn’t pressure him to take the indirect
invitation, when Tetsurou shifted his gaze to the other twin, Tatsuya’s face
was still painted with indifference but somehow it almost looked friendly.
“Mind if I tag along?” Tetsurou found himself asking.
“We have room for a sidekick,” Tatsuya replied.
“Nice. I have my crime weapon ready. I kept that crowbar the clown beat me
with,” Tetsurou said.
Ikuo’s answering laugh complemented the slightest hint of humor that now lifted
Tatsuya’s mouth. "This is the start of a wonderful, long friendship, princess,"
Ikuo said.
Tetsurou didn't refute the declaration and only grinned along.
 
                                      --
 
The elevator stopped at the sixth floor. The uniformed operator pulled the
brass accordion gate aside. Tetsurou stepped out into the starkly lit hallway,
murmuring a 'Thanks' to the man and earned himself a startled jolt in return.
Tetsurou had covered his head with a breton cap and he was dressed like a
common but he wouldn't be mistaken as one; not by the operator, at least. He
came from the first class floors and even if he didn't, he was riding one of
the elevators exclusively for their use.
The disguise lost its little use as he blended into the thin crowd. Tetsurou
was an obscure figure in the public back home and weeks of hanging out in the
starliner's middle class floors proved to be the same. It was only for the
benefit of the hospitality workers present in first class floors. He didn't
want to have an escort shoved at  him on the high chance they recognize him.
Tetsurou made his way to the park unhindered, passing by the occasional servbot
mopping the gray commercial ceramic tiles that replaced the carpeted wood
paneled flooring used in the top floors.
The white light softened as he neared the park, the light dimming and acquiring
an orange tint to it, mimicking the hue of sunset. As expected he didn't see
the twins when he arrived at the balcony entrance; Tetsurou having
intentionally arriving way earlier than the agreed upon time.
He went down the balcony and properly entered the park's premises. He found an
empty bench near the artificial pond fountain and made himself comfortable.
There was a happy father-daughter pair by the pond, feeding ducks. Tetsurou was
already gliding the charcoal pencil against the paper, sketching the pair's
outline on a blank page before he could even decide that they'll be his
subjects. Details were added to fill their form and shadows were shaded into
them to make the drawing come to life, Tetsurou's hand reproducing what his
eyes see, the activity already second nature.
"You a pro, kid?"
Tetsurou's shoulders jolt at the sudden intrusion, the question jerking him out
of his trance.  
"Sorry. My bad, didn't mean to surprise. You draw real good so I wondered."
Tetsurou closed his sketchbook, facing the stranger that disturbed him; a
squinty eyed, blond Terran. "Nah, I'm good. And thanks," he answered. "But it's
just a hobby."
"So say you. They're good enough for a price tag, I think," the man said,
before offering a hand. "Naruto. Naruto Yamiji," he introduced, his pointy face
acquiring a too straight look at the end. "Just putting it out there, I'm not a
fan of that show."
"I wasn't going to say anything, but you might want to consider having your
hair dyed, sir," Tetsurou said, grinning. He took the man's weather beaten hand
and gave it a firm shake. "Tetsurou."
"Just like our resident prince in the vips?"
Tetsurou's eyes widened, his grip slackening.
Shit. Idiot.
Mr Naruto took his hand back nonchalantly and then shoved it in his trousers.
"Steward," he said and Tetsurou knew he had already guessed who he was.
"Playing hooky, kid?" the man followed up, his demeanor staying the same.
Tetsurou blinked at the man but managed to gather his wits. "Something like
that," he answered. That was unexpected. Appreciated, but still unexpected.
"Thanks. I owe you one," he added.
"I'm off the clock. Didn't see nothing, didn't hear nothing," Mr Naruto said
with a lazy shrug.
"Are you sure you're not a 'Kakashi'?" Tetsurou joked.
The man gave him a withering look.
Tetsurou wasn't able to help the laugh that escaped him. The man seemed liked
he'd been the butt of one too many jokes thanks to the widely known drama
character he shared his name and hair color with. "So..."
The rest of the remark never made it pass Testurou's mouth.
His gaze had wandered up to the balcony and was immediately rendered into a
stupor that allowed him to watch a fair, willowy man walk languidly into
perfect view. The outline of the stranger's figure was all fluid and seamless
lines that complemented his tall stature flatteringly, his superior height made
more apparent by the pair of long, straight leporine ears atop his head. The
man stopped at the railings, forearms coming to rest on the stone surface,
profile gracefully poised in the silk and sheer that clothed him...
Effortless.
It was the only word that surfaced in Tetsurou's mind for the stranger. 
"First time seeing an Al-mi'raj?"
Tetsurou remembered he was with company and yanked his attention away from the
stranger. "In person, yeah," he answered Mr Naruto.
He glanced back up to the stranger. The Al-mi'raj seemed to have caught him
staring. He inclined his head towards Tetsurou's direction as if in question,
causing his long dark locks to cascade down his shoulder, the simple gesture
graceful and charming.
"You're making goo-goo eyes, payload."
"I," Tetsurou turned his head back to Mr Naruto. He cleared his throat. "I
don't swing that way," he informed.
"He's an Al-mi'raj," the elder said as if that totally vetoed Tetsurou's
preference.
Tetsurou brows scrunched down.
In a way it did.
Well, for most.
Looking back, Tetsurou remembered noting that the Al-mi'raj were very fine
faced folks when he read about them. But the noteworthiness of the thought was
eclipsed by how the comely species turned into a nomadic, minority race that
had been designated as nothing more than a third class species.
"He's only a floor below yours, you know," Mr Naruto commented. "Up there."
Tetsurou stared at the man.
"Pet," was the answer he got for his unasked question.
His mouth seamed into a tight line and he found himself immediately sober up.
"Owner's a real piece of work, too. Scum if you ask me," Mr Naruto continued,
voice dipping low at the end.
Tetsurou looked at the fair stranger anew. He seemed like he was treated well
from Tetsurou's standpoint. But pet was a term for slaves with connotations and
with what Mr Naruto said...
"Who?" Tetsurou asked looking back at the blond.
Mr Naruto raised a brow. "Gonzo Tarukane. New passenger, part of the bunch we
last picked up." The man lifted his head up to look at the balcony. His mouth
slowly hooked in disgust. "Speak of the devil and doth shall come," he
muttered.
Tetsurou saw an aged, portly businessman come up from behind the Al-mi'raj,
pulling the latter away from the railings by the waist to nuzzle his neck.
Tetsurou's insides curled. The Al-mi'raj remained still while his Terran owner
proceeded to paw him, indecent hands fondling him lower beyond his bare navel. 
The need to do something rose up and burned in Tetsurou's chest.
The Al-mi'raj's revolting master steered the former around and led him away.
Tetsurou kept his eyes on the balcony even when they were no longer in view.
The bad taste of wrong settled heavily on his tongue.
"If you wanna play hero, first have a plan that will work," Mr Naruto said,
cutting into Tetsurou's thoughts. "If you don't, you're just gonna brew trouble
for him."
Tetsurou understood the advice. "Heroes can save people even without a plan,"
he said despite all considerations.
"Only in bedtime stories. Are you in a bedtime story?"
"No."
"Then start planning, kid."
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     I haven't read any of Ms Snyder's works. The name 'Ixia' was pure
     coincidence, I got it from a planet generator I googled.
     Also, just to clear things up, I didn't make a typo in the summary
     and since there's no major character death tag nobody has to worry
     about that.
     Kudos if you recognized the reference and names~!
     Thanks for reading!
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