Badfic Manor

For the last fucking time, I'm not a princess!!

[Idiotic, insulting things have been happening since morning. First, he woke up in some huge bed in some huge room where everything was covered in frillies and ribbons, then found out that all of his clothes (including hairties) and anyone sane around were gone, and now he was more or less forced into ridiculous, degrading apparel (at least the ridiculous fluffy servants, after some whining, allowed him to get something that wasn't pink, though it was still frilly and princes-y). Of course, accompanied by his hair looking girly as he had nothing to tie it with. AND EVERYONE INSISTED HE WAS A FUCKING PRINCESS.]

[And to make it worse, he didn't seem to be able to deal with the retards through violence, not to mention the Power Of Plot apparently kept Mugen glued to its sheath. So here he was, being guided into an equally frilly throne, as if the morning hadn't been horrible enough.]

[He's still twitching and looking angry like twelve devils, but he apparently has no choice but to flop into the throne. He leans back and glares at the orderly rows of servants and attendands, along with a bunch of fluffy forest wildlife at his feet, all looking up at him with sparkly, adoring eyes. What the fuck is wrong with this place. Maybe it's a stupid dream. He growls silently and starts pointing at random people; fine, he can play along for his own sake for the moment.]

You, get me some fucking pants. And someone make those creatures stop staring I'm not singing or some stupid shit. You, bring my breakfast. You, get rid of all that goddamn pink shit. ...You, give me that thing.

[It appears that he is asking for the Blackberry, unaware it has been recording his adventures for a while now, and glares down at the screen to make an impression.]

Find my sweater or I'll have all of your goddamn heads.

[One of the attendants asks if the princess is going to marry the brave knight that brings the requested magical clothing artefact; it is followed by loud swearing. Judging from the Blackberry screen, which first shows surroundings moving in high speed and then what looks like the insides of a brain, the device was used to knock the idiot out. And so, the feed dies.]

[Kanda wakes up in an awkward sitting position leaning against the open doorframe to a small second class cabin. He appears to be only wearing pants, boots and a little girl's ribbon that's holding his hair up in a ponytail. There's also a spread-out tattoo on his chest.]

[As he comes into view, unaware of being recorded, there seem to be some sort of cracks on his skin, however it quickly fades along with the purple-ish tint to his hair that is then left completely black. Apparently the Plot has no use for his injuries.]

[He slowly gets up and stares around. There is just no way in hell that explosion could have thrown him into an enclosed space, so...]

...what the hell?

[Even though a closet is visible in the cabin which apparently is going to belong to him, he doesn't look at all interested in getting any more clothes. He never even notices the small device next to him on the floor which is still recording. In fact, now he's stomping down the hallway looking enraged, his hair ruffling up from it like the back of an angry animal.]

Enough of your fucking illusions, come out and fight, bastard!

[As he growls what clearly implies he's thinking that he's still back home and simply under a spell of some enemy, he also demolishes someone's door with what looks like a not-very-ordinary sword - though the wall magically remains untouched. He doesn't stop to look nor apologize for the damage and is heading for what looks like a way out of... whatever the hell this is.]