Case of the missing broom 7

III
"Say what?!" Prince Terry yelled in frustation, "What do you mean Kaz is already up in the mountain?"

The sentinel standing at the front door to Prince Kaz's room, gave a step back not too sure what to make of Prince Terry's reaction.  It was perfectly normal for Prince Kaz to leave very early in the morning, sometimes not even letting his guards know.  He often left through the window as well.  Today at least he let the door sentinels know he had gone up to snow-surf.

"Prince Kaz said he would be going to Blue Mountain and catch the first morning snow with his snowboard."

"That cheating little...Argh! He makes me so angry!" Prince Terry closed his fists and brought them up in front of him.  His gaze intense on both of them.  "He was supposed to wait for me." The Prince closed his eyes in anger, "Why I ought to..."

"Terry, focus" King Julian placed his hand on the Prince's shoulder.  "Come on, we are going to Blue Mountain."

"Alright, lets head out.  We don't have much time so I'll just teleport us there."  The Prince stopped for a second as if remembering something.  "We should put on warmer clothing before leaving."  The Prince started walking down the hall to his own room to change his attire and gestured the King to do the same.

A little while later, both the King and Prince had put on warmer clothing.  Prince Terry was wrapping a scarf around his neck and noticed the King was doing the same.  King Julian looked imposing in a long black tunic that reached to his knees.  A small glimpse of his white woolen pants could be seen between his tunic and the tall brown boots he was wearing.  His deep-red scarf contrasted beautifully with the big golden buttons on his tunic and on the sides of his boots.  It also made his short dusty-brown hair seem a shade lighter.  

King Julian's dark tanned skin and brown eyes made a great contrast against the Prince's soft ivory skin.  And, although slightly taller than his father, Prince Terry was nowhere near reaching King Julian's height.   

"I'm glad the tunic fits you so well uncle." The Prince had ordered clothes be made available for King Julian and almost instantly the servant had returned with the clothes.

"You can trust your father to be ready for anything, so it doesn't surprise me if he has a whole wardrobe ready for me at any minute."  King Julian smiled jokingly.  His warm smile shining between his mustache and faint beard. "I think we are ready now, lets go Terry."

Case of the missing broom 6

With a swift motion, King Alex got up and walked up next to Prince Terry.

"Terry, take Julian with you and find Kaz.  Try to find a way to fix the broom together.  Meanwhile I'll try to entertain Argos and buy you guys some time." The King looked up towards the ceiling and called out, "Arquimitris, materialize! I will need your help."

I have now to regain a physical body. Excuse me one second...

"Yes sir, how may I be of assistance?"

"Arquimitris, you are to accompany me once Argos arrives.  I need you to have a constant update of Julian and Terry's position."

"I understand.  I shall begin now."

"Good! also, I have to make sure to stay clear of Terry and Julian while they fix the broom.  We need a form of signal for you to warn me if we are getting close." The king gave me a cat-like devilish grin, "that's why, Arquimitris; I need you to get a cold."

"Huh?...a cold?" my reply came out a little louder than what I meant it to be.

"Wait dad," the Prince interrupted, "...can machines get colds?"

II

King Argos sat back down on his chair.  He had just finished talking with King Alex.  After he is done with the morning reports he will head over to Diamondmoon and there is no force that can stop him from doing so! To think that someone had the nerve to steal from him! That person will pay... although, he has to admit he is having fun with this.  After all, it is a good chance to go play around with Alex.  The king of Diamondmoon obviously doesn't know what to make of Argos since the Neptunian king enjoys picking on him so much.  But, it's just that Alex is so easy to tease and it is clear as day that Alex admires his friend's beauty.  Then again, everyone admires Argos' beauty.

The King got up from his desk and looked at himself in the mirror to the right of the office's door.  It was a full-bodied mirror with a thick gold frame and precious jewels of various sizes stuck at different angles of the frame.  The big mirror had been placed there so he could check, as he did now, to make sure he looked presentable before leaving his study.  Although there was not much need to check himself.  He looked good on anything he put on or didn't put on.  In fact, he had been told it was a shame he didn't walk around naked.  He is not about to do that though.  In the back of his mind he thought it was a good thing he was the king, otherwise he might have actually been ordered to go without!

The male reflected in the mirror was gorgeous indeed.  The king wore a long-sleeved   pale lilac jacket that reached only to the upper part of his torso.  The end of the sleeves and the edges of his jacket were embroidered with gold tread and countless small jewels of different colors.  His long matching shalvar pants and unbuttoned jacket gave a generous view of his glorious body.  His pale ivory skin always had a soft pinkish glow.  His toned and muscled body  has never  been bulgy or excessive.  His shiny black hair shone hues of turquoise and lilac in the reflecting light. 

Since he was a baby, his hair has been silky and straight except for the tips that curled up defiantly.  As if that wasn't enough, the stubborn swatches of hair divided themselves into three sections at each side of his head and then merged back up on the back of his neck.  Surprisingly enough, even those unyielding, unbreakable curls were silky soft and shiny.  The king loved his peculiar hair.  He liked the way the curls defied the otherwise straight line of his hair.  That he thought, was a good thing.

The King has always been spoiled and polished to be an image of perfection.  All his subjects adored him and almost down-right venerated his beauty.  It was because of that, that everything was provided for him.  His subjects loved him too much to let him do any sort of menial job as they called it.  It is that prohibition that led his rebel soul to an obsession over cleaning.  His purplish eyes were shining with delight at the thought of his upcoming encounter with Alex.  The Supreme King was the only person who truly didn't mind about his affinity for cleaning.   That's why Alex is one of his most important friends.  However, he is not about to tell him so.  It is simply too much fun teasing him.

Once his inspection of himself was completed, King Argos stepped out of his study en route to his morning meetings.  It would be an hour before he is able to go to Diamondmoon.