[center][h1][b][u][color=cyan]Cyan[/color][/u][/b][/h1][/center]
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Cyan sat atop his throne with the back of his head resting on his hands.  It was pretty boring up here, and quite uncomfortable.  Maybe sticking the throne on top of a huge mound of gold and valuable artifacts wasn't the best decision, as it caused the thrown to slant at a fifteen or so degree angle.  Not to mention the throne itself was rather small, and so he had to sit on it sideways with his legs hanging over one chair arm and his middle back on the other.  It was kinda painful, but there weren't any other chairs.

And above all else, despite hating to admit it, the boy felt lonely.  Nobody else was allowed in the palace after all.  He would have loved to invite some other people to play some baseball, or hide and seek, or just hang out.  Maybe he should revoke that rule, he had the power after all.  Unfortunately, that wasn't possible.  People were only ever after the gold.  It's not like this was the first time he'd considered allowing others in.  Cyan had revoked the rule several times before, each under different circumstances and with different conditions, but every time he found the room emptier than it was before.  People never cared about him.

The fox tail, which was originally draped around his torso, drooped so much that it slid off and lay on the seat of the throne.  Cyan sighed.  He wanted to go for a walk, but that wasn't possible either.  If nobody was here to guard the treasure, it'd all be gone by the time he came back.  Samoth came by sometimes and guarded the palace (from outside, of course) which allowed the boy to stretch his legs in the forest, but Samoth was a third year.  Third years had all kinds of things they needed to do in preparation for graduation.  It wasn't often that the older boy was around.

Suddenly, one of the coins in the pile loosened under the pressure of the throne.  As it began to slide down the pile, a chain reaction occurred.  The treasure pile turned into a treasure avalanche, and Cyan was balancing, poorly, on top.  The boy tried to slide off the chair to stand somewhere safe, but the throne fell over with him on it, and he began to get covered.  The treasure was bearing down on his chest and he couldn't move.  As a pile of gold coins flowed over his face, he found himself unable to breathe.  This is where he'd die, strangled by his own treasure...

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The boy awoke, struggling against two arms that were squeezing him much too tightly.  His face was pressed up against some round blob of flesh and he was running out of air.  Pushing as hard as he could against the belly of the beast, Cyan finally managed to make some room for some air.  After taking some deep breaths, he managed to calm himself down to some extent.  Ah yes, he was at Meredith's house, meaning this thing was probably Meredith's belly.  The boy distinctly remembered her saying she'd sleep on the floor.  So much for that.  As fatigued as he was, the boy decided walking back to the academy was definitely the better option at this point.

Wriggling the best he could, he somehow managed to escape the death grip the girl had on him and he flopped onto the carpeted floor.  A wave of relief washed over him and he lay panting for a moment.  That was the most intense and unwanted hug he'd ever experienced, and he'd experienced quite a few unwanted hugs in his time.  But now that he was free, he needed to somehow make it back to St. Laurel's, and he still didn't know where it was.

After thinking for a second, he began to look around Meredith's room for a phone charger.  He didn't need to charge it much, just plug it in so he could use it to look up general directions.  From there he'd be able to make it on his own by memory.

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