KINGS [18+]

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(You can delete this, this is just a note from me, Vic: Thanks for letting me edit this :) I really had fun reading this, I feel like I relate to August because I swear, I’m dramatic af. I like the humor in this and I had fun editing and reading over this!)

"Check!” Announced October proudly, moving his white queen in front of March’s king. March frowned, his eyes squinting as he attempted to find away out of it.

Skywood College: A private school where rich families send their children to learn and become successful young adults.

The school was white-bricked and had beautifully polished, oak wood floors. But don’t be fooled by its breathtaking beauty, for the students who went there were selfish and bratty.

For it was only a veil to cover the ugly truth behind this college.

And they all followed under twelve rulers: The Kings, each nicknamed after a month of the year.

Even their birth names were mysteriously missing from their school files, much to the confusion from the school board. But no one knew where the information had gone, and who had taken it.

March grunted and slid his king over a square, away from his advancing opponent. October smiled, moving his rook over as well.

“That’s checkmate, I believe.” He chuckled, leaning back against his chair. March scowled grumpily, rolling his eyes and started to collect his chess pieces.

January, who was a quiet young man with a soft voice, who rarely spoke a word to anyone in public. He often hid away from chaos, being the exact opposite of June, July, and February.

February, who was loud and easily excited. He was best friends with June and July, seeing as they had very similar personalities and interests.

March, who was gruff and appeared to be scary with his big muscles, leather jacket, and tattoos, yet was actually very sweet and sensitive. He was also very quiet, who usually responded with a one word answer.

April, was serious and took nonsense from no one. He was also the father figure in the group, always assuring that everything was fair and smoothing out conflicts between members.

May, who is a shy bookworm who is never seen with out his beloved novels. He would often hide in their dorm or the library. He was best friends with August.

June, who was twin to July and had the giddy mind of a young child who was just given candy. He was always hyper and over excited, never seeming to be able to chill out.

July, twin to June, who was basically an exact copy of his brother. They look nearly identical to each other with their soft brown eyes and tanned skin, yet July has a darker shade of blonde hair than his brother.

August, who was very dramatic and comical. He was very theatrical and loved musicals and plays. He enjoyed hot summer evenings, just as the sun begins to dip towards the horizon. He was also good friends with May.

September, who was sassy, sarcastic, and narcissistic. He often would cross dress, wearing dresses and high heels. He enjoyed fashion and beauty, seeing as he was very attractive himself.

October, who was kind and joking, although he could sometimes be more reserved. He had white hair and pale red eyes, seeing as he was Albino. He enjoyed playing chess and was in fact quite good at it. He has bested March at it many times, something he often would openly brag about.

November, who was a quiet man, was almost always tired. He would often stay up late cleaning the dorm and wouldn’t go to sleep until he knew that everyone else was asleep and comfortable.

December, who was always happy and enjoys cooking baked goods, although he would almost never go outside. He spent most of his time in the kitchen, cooking meals for the other kings. He had a very bubbly personality, and always enjoyed making new friends.

September looked up from where he was filing his nails. He sighed, looking rather bored.

“Again, March? Really? Such a pity...” September dryly replied, regarding his reflection in a small mirror.

March ignored him, standing up and left the room, walking into the kitchen where he was greeted by a happy December, who was baking oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies.

It was rumored that the twelve kings had threatened the school board to allow them to all share a dorm.

They were so rich that the school had been forced to allow it, since if they didn’t, they very well could have been sued.

December smiled warmly at March, wiping the flour from his hands onto his baby blue apron.

“Hi, March.” He happily chirped, stirring his bowl of dough. March nodded hello and slid into a chair next to the table, letting out a deep sigh.

Back in the other room, September looked up from painting his nails a brilliant deep red.

“You know, if you keep beating him, he will eventually give up. Then who will you play against?”

October scoffed dismissively.

“He won’t give up until he beats me, you know how he is. This will just make him more determined. ”

September didn’t answer, as his attention had gone back to his precious nails yet again, but his expression was less than convinced.

October noticed his look and sighed, leaning back in his seat.

“Whatever. Fine, I suppose I can try to go easier on him next time. But no promises.”

He reluctantly relented, shrugging.

“That’s all I ask.” September answered, blowing air gently on his wet, freshly painted nails to dry them faster.

“I just don’t want to have to hear you complaining and mopping around when he stops wanting to play against you.”

In the kitchen, December was pouring the chocolate chips into the cookie batter. March hungrily eyed the sugary chocolate. December caught his gaze and laughed, smiling.

“Want some?” He asked the other King, leaning across the table to give him a handful.

March perked up and took the chocolate from the other young man, downing them in a single mouthful. December blinked, giggling.

“Wow, that was quick. Here, take the rest of the bag. I don’t need any more for the cookies.”

So December continued his work, while March sat snacking on chocolate chips in the corner, watching him intently as the other man baked.

Back in the main room, the door to the dorm room opened, followed by three laughing men. September looked up, raising an annoyed eyebrow before going back to his manicure.

“July! Oh my God, that was amazing!” Laughed June, his face bright red, leaning against February, who was equally delirious.

October narrowed his eyes suspiciously at the trio.

“You three aren’t drunk, are you?” He questioned, pointing an accusing finger at them.

The three of them burst into a fresh wave of delirious giggles.

“No...?”

October didn’t look convinced, nor impressed.

“Right. Well, just in case, don’t let April catch you. He’d flay you alive for underage drinking.”

July saluted, making the men on either side of him lean against him, shaking with silent laughter, their face a deep colour of red. October couldn’t seem to understand what was so hilarious.

“Aye aye, *Hic* Captain.” July said, his voice much louder than it needed to be.

“Wonderful, now can you please leave? You three are giving me a headache.” Complained an annoyed September, waving them off with an air of irritation across his face.

The three of them hobbled off, giggling quietly to each other. September rolled his eyes, scoffing, before turned his attention back to his fingernails.

Back in the kitchen, where December was finally putting the cookies in the oven, the door to one of the many bedrooms opened.

A tall man stepped out, his strawberry blonde slightly messy and his blue eyes drooping with sleep. He seemed to have just awoken from a nap.

December beamed happily at the taller man.

“Hi, April! How was your nap?” He asked, closing the oven door quietly.

“It was alright, December. What are you making?” He asked, sitting down at the table next to March.

December bounced over to him, his hair jumping as he did.

“Chocolate chip oatmeal cookies!” He answered happily, taking off his baby blue oven mittens.

“Very nice, thank you.” Mumbled April, his smile looking tired despite his sleep.

April was often exhausted, seeing as he was often self tasked with taking care of the other Kings. Many of them looked up to him as a parent. Especially June and July, but they might just have wanted an excuse to call him ‘Daddy.’

Speaking of them, June, July, and February, all staggered into the kitchen, obviously making their way to the bedrooms. They froze upon seeing April, who was now awake.

June smiled, leaning against the other two for support.

“Oh, hey, April! What’s up, man?” He asked, obviously trying and failing miserably to appear casual.

April scowled, leaning forwards across the table, making the trio take a nervous step backwards.

“Boys...” Started the older man, his tone of voice sounding similar to someone who was scolding a puppy who had just chewed up their favorite pair of shoes.

“Yes?” A nervous July giggled, his voice sounding slightly slurred.

“You reek of alcohol. Have you three been drinking?” Demanded April, his eyes narrowed.

“I- what, no! Of course not haha, that’s ridiculous! Does that sound like something that we would do?” Answered February in a defensive tone.

“Yes, actually. It sounds exactly like something that you would do. You know that you shouldn’t be drinking until at least another year, right?” Asked the taller male, leaning back in his chair to survey the younger men.

“Yes, of course. We wouldn’t do that!” Scoffed June dismissively, waving away the accusations. April didn’t look nearly as convinced as they clearly hoped, but he let it slide just because he was too tired to deal with that bullshit.

He waved away the three of them and they moved down the hallway to the bedrooms, obviously going to try and sleep off the alcohol.

“Bye, daddy!”

“Dude, that’s gay.”

“Ew, I’m not gay! You are!”

The sounds of the drunk, bickering teenagers faded out of earshot.

April rubbed his temples with his index and middle fingers, sighing.

“Ugh, I’m too tired for this shit...” He grumbled, his eyes slides shut.

Back in the main living room, September looked up, annoyed, as yet even more people entered the room.

“Are you serious-” He muttered under his breath, scowling bitterly.

August burst into the room, stumbling dramatically, hunched over.

“I’ve been s-stabbed-” He gasped, melodramatically fainting. May walked in behind him, wearing a bemused expression across his face.

“He’s got a sliver.” He informed an irritated September and an entertained looking October. His book was hooked under an arm as he sighed, looking down at August who was now pretending to be dead.

“Come on, I’ll grab the tweezers.” Muttered May, helping up his friend who was wiping away his fake tears.

“T-tell my cat I love him...” Sobbed August, leaning against the other King.

May didn’t answer and led the dramatic other man out of the room.

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~Later~

——— ≪ °✾° ≫ ———

Nine of the kings sat around a long table, November and January who just emerged from their rooms. November had been sleeping, since he often stayed up late cleaning the dorm.

January, on the other hand, had simply been hiding from the chaos that came along with his fellow kings.

However, June, July, and February were in their rooms, busy sleeping off their alcohol consumption. Hopefully it stayed that way, since the lack of noise was blissfully wonderful.

December had cooked the meal, which consisted of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and white rice.

The nine of them dug in, a happy chatter filling the room along with the clinking of knives and forks against plates.

“Hey, August, how’s your sliver?” Asked October, taking a bite of his chicken.

“Horrible. I’d be surprised if I still live.” Answered August sadly, pretending to wipe away a tear.

October snorted out a laugh in response, going back to his food.

The nine of them finished their food, chatting happily with each other. They returned to the main room, October challenging March to yet again another chess game.

September gave October a pointed look, to which the latter rolled his eyes.

September settled himself down on the couch, next to May who was yet again buried deep into his book.

December was doing the dishes in the other room over with help from November, who had insisted on helping him clean. He was happily chatting to January and November about a new biscuit recipe that he wanted to try out, and how it was such an improvement from his old one.

April and August were in the living room with the others, April watching the younger Kings to ensure that they didn’t end up doing anything dangerous or stupid. Or possibly both. August, meanwhile, was listening to some songs from his favorite musical on his phone.

“Checkmate.” Rumbled March quietly, his rugged lips lifting up at the corners in triumph.

October’s eyebrows furrowed incredulously as he looked desperately for a way out of it.

“What!” He exclaimed when he found none.

September looked up from where he was doing his makeup. He arched his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

May glanced up from his book momentarily, smiling.

“Nice job.” He said shortly, before going back to reading, his eyes once again becoming glued to the pages of his precious novel.

October grunted in defeat, a small reluctant smile making its way across his mouth.

“Good job, dude.” He said, patting March on the shoulder as he started to clean up the chess pieces.

March looked very happy with himself that he had finally defeated his friend as he helped October, a small smile almost making an appearance on his rugged lips.

December walked into the living room, a plate of his oatmeal cookies in his hands.

“Cookies!” He happily announced, handing them out to the other Kings. September refused, saying that he was on a new diet. October scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Again?”

September shot him a dirty look.

“Yes, again, you inbred rat. A new diet. How do you think I look this good? Makeup?”

October shrugged, looking slightly sheepish.

“Well...maybe?”

September shook his, chiding them.

“Tsk, I’m surrounded by mere imbeciles.”

November and January joined them a few minutes later, settling down on either sides of September on the couch. They turned on the TV, May moving to sit next to August, the latter leaning his head against his friend’s shoulder.

They started watching a horror movie, and August started complaining loudly when they declined his suggestion of watching his favorite musical, which they had already watched at least eight times over.

When they had finished, August and May were sleeping on each other. May’s head was in August’s lap and the latter’s arms were wrapped around his torso protectively.

October had snickered to himself quietly and quickly snapped a quick photo of the two of them, probably going to use it for blackmail material in the future.

March picked the two of them up and carried them to August’s bedroom where he set the two of them down on August’s bed.

April then ushered the remaining Kings to bed except for November, who was going to clean the dorm up before going to bed himself.

November vacuumed and dusted the living room, kitchen, and bathroom. The time ticked by, and went up into the early hours in the morning. November grew tired and decided to take a quick break from cleaning.

He sat down on one of the couches, closing his tired eyes. The clock on the wall now read2:03 AM. After a few minutes he gave in to sleep, which had been waiting for him with cool, soothing open arms.

But unannounced to him, a shadowed figure leaned over him, smiling softly to itself. He was also unaware that the next morning, he and five other of the Kings would disappear, and the other six remaining men would have to search to them. The missing kings would be gone like the morning dew on grass once the summer sun rose high in the sky.

And there was nothing that the others could do about it.

Or so they thought...

March