I Do What I Want

Lynne:

//"I am your blade."//

I stared at the sword of light; it was so white that it was hard to look at directly. But something about it was so pure that it was captivating.

"You're my blade…?" I repeated in awe.

//"If you choose to have me."//

When the blade said that it took shape into a long thin blade with a curved handle. I knew it as a rapier since it was a tool that was very common to find in my mansion back at home. It resembled those fencing swords I was accustomed to using.

"Of course," I replied, and as the last syllable left my mouth, the sword gently placed itself in my hands.

//"Then I am yours. I look forward to working with you."//

I clasped my hands around the sword, which dissipated and reformed sheathed by my side. The sheath was a purple colour, embroidered in jewels. It looked like a sheath that would belong to royalty.

With a small smile, I turned around and headed back for the stairs. I pulled the door hard, taking all of my strength to budge it. However, when the door began to move it loosened up as I saw my teacher started to push from the other side. When I slipped back through the door, Yusuke's eyes scanned me up and down then landed on the sword at my side.

"Our Prince has been chosen~" Yusuke announced, his voice sounding pleased. "Well done."

I smiled and gave the teacher a quick nod. I noticed all the students were ogling my sword. I walked by, feeling a bit tense. "I'm going to go find Clay now," I told them, walking past the group without waiting for an answer and heading towards the regular armoury where he said he would be.

During my walk there, I held the handle of my blade feeling some sort of flow between my hand and the sword. I was sure our teacher would go into detail about what was so special about these blades during our next class. The fact that they were magical enough to speak to us was already impressive… though I guess I wasn't that shocked since every magical anime sword speaks to its user. Truthfully, I would have been more shocked if it didn't.

I couldn't help but chuckle thinking about how the others would react since there is no anime in this world. Laughing even a bit harder about how easily I have accepted that my life is basically some yaoi anime now. Well… at least I hoped it was a yaoi...  They may have bad plots sometimes but at least the main couple always ends up together.

I just prayed I wasn't trapped in one of those deconstruction isekais filled with nothing but tragedy…

As my mind wandered, eventually I reached the armoury where Clay was looking up at the wall with his arms crossed. Something about his expression made him seem tense for some reason.

With a little chuckle, I steadied my footsteps and crept closer to him. He was lost in thought; I wondered what he'd do if I scared him. As I inched closer, I held my breath then let out a loud BOO clasping Clay from behind.

He jumped, the minute my arms wrapped around him he twisted my wrist and flipped my entire body over his head. I slammed into the ground with a hard THUNK, Clay grabbing a sword off of the wall fluently and pointing it at my neck.

I saw the moment he realized it was just me as he quickly removed the sword from my throat. "Lynne!?" He squawked. "W-What are you doing!?"

I gave Clay a weak chuckle, regretting my dumb decision to scare him. "I thought… it would be funny," I admitted, noting how stupid I sounded saying that.

With a sigh, Clay pulled me up from the ground, awkwardly dusting off my clothes. "You have a stupid sense of humour." He muttered, looking away from me. The intensity was back.

"Any luck finding a sword you like?" I asked, trying to ease the tension. Though I wasn't sure where this tension was coming from.

"Not really." He muttered.

"Good!" I exclaimed, which got his attention. "I'm going to sneak you into that armoury to get a special sword of your own!"

He looked at me, dropping his gaze at my new blade for a second. I saw his expression melt as he wavered for a moment. "It's forbidden," Clay responded.

"Yeh, but I'm the prince. Which means I do what I want!" I exclaimed, finally feeling proud to call myself the prince. "What could they possibly do to me?"

"Lock you in a dungeon," Clay answered, his expression sounded hard.

"They need me for their war. Which means they have to train me to fight. They won't lock me anywhere." I explained.

Clay paused for a long while to think about it. I saw the gears turning in his head, debating the pros and cons of listening to me. Suddenly, as if he realized something important, he gave me a firm nod. "Alright. What's the plan?"

My smile widened when I heard that. "Ok! The hallway on the way there is pretty well guarded, but I'm sure it will be laxer at night. We might be a bale to just slip right in. Worst case if we run into a few guards I'm gonna sweet-talk the guards into letting us through. Then we slip by, slip into that armoury and get you a sword!"

"Sweet talk them…? What are you gonna say?" He pressed his lips. I could tell he was unimpressed by my plan.

"Something along the lines of… I'm your prince! You dare question me!?" I exclaimed, puffing out my chest and trying to sound important. I gave Clay a cheeky smile as I waited for his reaction.

He did nothing but stare at me with wide eyes, his eyebrows furrowed. Without a word, he placed the palm of his hand against his face. I snorted. Clay had no faith in me.