Weeeeeeeeelll, I have no excuses. But here is the first chapter of my new fic! Maybe a little on the crack side, but I enjoy making light hearted craziness.
Enjoy this super short chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own naruto in any way, I only own my various ocs.
Prologue: A Birthday for a Princess
"Come on baby! Blow the candles out!"
A excited voice cheered, followed by at least 10 others as they gathered around the large round table. On the table was a wide assortment of food, from fried shrimp bites, to mini sliders, some brownie pops, and tiny fox shaped cookies. All of these wonderful snack foods surrounded the main event, a 3 layered chocolate cake with white chocolate fudge edges and candies everywhere the eye can see, like shiny little gems reflecting the artificial lights into the many eyes that salivated over it's beauty. A hot dribble of dark fudge dripped slowly from the top of the cake, leaving deliciously sweet trails that hardened slowly on the surface. 9 flickering candles was embedded in a half circle around the hot fudgefall, symbolizing the number of years the lucky recipient of this cake has been alive. Light, fluffy brown muffins surrounded the cake, pink frosting whipped onto the top with a little gem candy on top, the wrappers of the cupcakes was decorated with tiny stars, the Birthday girl's favorite thing.
Surrounding the table was a wide range of kids, from 5 years old to 16, friends and family of the birthday girl stood around with various types of smiled on their faces. The cheered her on, as the adults watched just a little ways away. The one they was around, the reason for this party in the first place, a young little girl of 9 years old, stared at the candles with determination. Her plump little face flushed slightly at the cheeks, mouth pulled into a little frown. Her large green eyes glared at the candles, tiny flames flickering in her black pupils. Her brown hair was done up in a fancy bun, a silver tiara on her head, her semi-long bangs swept across her face, covering her thin eyebrows. She was dressed in an adorable frilly blue dress, white gloves up to her elbow and little blue bracelets dangling at her wrists.
Behind her stood a young woman, long blond hair pulled back into a low ponytail, wearing a casual button up shirt and slacks combo. This woman leaned down on the big throne like chair the little girl was sitting in and whispered into her ear.
"Come on now baby, you need to show these little flames who's boss." In response, the girl nodded sharply and abruptly jumped up on her chair, pointing her magical fairy wand at the cake.
"Prepare to meet your maker, Cake! Hilda is gonna show you her red hot flames of retribution! YAH!"
"YAY GO HILDA!" Screeched some kid.
Hilda slammed her hands on the table and thrusted her upper body over the table. She took a big breath and blew at the candles, blowing the flames lights out with practiced ease, after all, she has been doing this for 5 years! Once the flames were all extinguished, the girl pulled back and puffed out her chest in pride.
"The princess remains triumph! As it should be." She turned to her fellow children and spread her arms wide with a flourish, "Now! My loyal subjects! We may feast!" A round of cheers came from the kids surrounding the table and everyone started taking the snack platter set up on the clothed table. As the kids dug in, Hilda's mother walked over to a tall young man leaning against the wall of the large living room and gave him a short kiss. The man, a black haired man with a casual air, wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulders and half-smiled.
"I can't believe she's already 9, Tillia. It seems like only yesterday you was strangling me as you gave birth to her, heh," He watched as Hilda talked loudly to her friends, arms flailing wildly as she described her newest made up adventure of greatness. "She's already leading her own little army of kids, natural leader that she is."
Tilla chuckled, "Yeah, soon enough she will be leading teenagers down the halls of her high school, protesting a change in lunch food for being too, 'Food only worthy of being buried in soot.'" Her husband sighed.
"Please don't try to speed up her growth anymore, I'm not ready for her to be a teenager yet. I don't need to go to jail for beating up stupid boys so soon."
Tillia laughed and smacked his arm lightly, "Oh don't worry about it, I'm sure Hilda knows how to choose them. She has all of these followers and they all seem to actually like her."
He smirked, "If they didn't they wouldn't be here or near our house at all."
"Mom! Dad!" A little blur slammed into the man's legs, Hilda looked up at them with her pouty frown, "When can I open the presents? Everyone is waiting and the Princess wants to play with them already!"
Tillia smiled, "Now now baby, Ronald and I was in the middle of a conversation, it's not polite for a Princess to interrupt her parents when their busy. You are a proper Princess aren't you?" Hilda jumped of her father's legs and thrusted her hand down her sides.
"No! I'm a proper princess! I'll go wait and be patient, cause I can be patient! You'll see!" She turned on her heel and dashed off to the circle of bodies telling stories around a plastic campfire, or as Hilda calls it, The Flames of Stories once Lost but now Found. Oh that girl and her unnecessarily long names, where did she get that from anyways?
Ronald let his arm fall from Tilla's shoulders, "Come on, we shouldn't keep the princess waiting for any longer." He tugged her wrist softly, moving them too the center of the loud chatter.
Hilda, along with all of the other little nuggets, listened to the teenager telling a story with unmoving attention.
"And so the doomed Brother and Sister fought, one to end all of the suffering he has endured in the never ending shadows, the other to stop the man from turning the world to ruin and save him from the darkness in his heart."
"Whoa, did the Sister win? She is the hero so she has to win right?" One of the kids asked.
"I don't know, The Dragon King is reeeeally strong, she might not be able to stop him alone! She shouldn't have left the rest of her party behind!" Another said.
"I think that this is something she has to do herself, her party just wanted to end him once and for all. But she wants to save him and give him a chance to life happily! They would get in the way of that."
"Well…" The storyteller started, "You will have to figure it out during Tali's birthday party, because that's the end of this story for now." He was met with a chorus of groans.
"Ah come one!"
"It was getting good!"
"I need to know!" A spiky blond haired boy screamed, falling to his knees on the rug. The teenager laughed and pat the boy on his head.
"I'm not even going to tell you Little bro, too bad eh?"
Hilda bounced in her spot, "Ooo! I can't wait to hear the rest," she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "I hope that they can work it out and live in peace, they have been through so much during their journeys."
Tillia took this moment to kneel next to Hilda, "Maybe they will, but for now… It's time to open your presents!"
The 9 year old leaped up, "REALLY!? YIPPIE!"
"Alright here is the one from me." Her father approached the girl, unwrapped gifts scattered everywhere. In his hand was a large rectangular present. He smirked confidently at his curious girl and handed it to her.
"Hmm?" She shook it a little, there was no sound of things moving inside so she guessed it wasn't a box. Deciding that trying to feel it through the wrapper would just spoil the surprise, she gripped both ends of the present hard.
"Okay present! Time to kiss your wrapped days good-bye!" With a grunt, she tore both ends of the paper a part, causing a… book? To fall onto the floor with a -Thump-, Hilda cast aside the the paper in her hands and exchanged it for the book instead.
"Ooooo!" Hilda sat in the middle of torn wrapping paper, holding a thick binder book with a elegant design of a dragon on the front. She set it carefully on the floor, "It's heavy." She commented, rubbing her biceps lightly. She still let a wide grin spread across her face, after all, it's the same book she has been bugging her parent's about for an entire year! The Complete book of Dragonology! Everything she will ever need to know about dragons was in this dictionary thingy, eating habits, types, health, everything!
She launched herself from the floor, making a direct path to her father's gut.
"Oof!" Ronald winced, barely keeping himself from doubling over from the force of the headbutt. Hilda squeezed her father's midsection hard, unaware of the discomfort her painful expression of love brought.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can't believe you actually found the complete edition! I'm so happy!"
Ronald chuckled, "Yeah, well it wasn't easy to find. I had to leave the state and cross a few other to find it. You're lucky I was even looking for it on my business trip." Ronald was a social service manager for the number one windshield makers in america. He has worked his ass off since he was a newly graduate to keep his job during the downs of the business. But here he is now as a extremely well paid executive who moves to different cities as often as a gypsy does.
It makes is really hard to keep any steady friendships or schooling, but she didn't know that yet since she has been in Cincinnati since she was born. Hilda tossed her head back dramatically, "Oh pleeeeeease, I knew you would find it for me all along~ *Maybe not really*." She smashed her cheek into his gut,"I can always rely on you Daddy!"
The man chuckled and rubbed her back, since Tilla would kill him if he messed up her hard work. Hilda grinned up at her father one last time before running over to the towering pile of unwrapped gifts and setting her new book on the empty part of the desk.
"I will be back for you soon, my love. The princess will come liberate you from the brutal clutches of boredom!" she pet the book lovingly,"Until the time comes, my love."
"I still don't know when she started talking like that." Ronald muttered to his wife.
"Maybe one of those games we brought her, she probably decided to mimic one of the character's speech patterns." she motioned for him to follow her and they both walked out of the room. Hilda noticed them leaving out the corner of her eye, but shrugged it off a second later.
"Hey Hilda! There is one more present over here!" One of the kids cried, waving a small box in his hand. Hilda ran up to meet him and stared at the black box curiously.
"Huh, but I thought we already opened them all. Where did you find this Luther?"
Luther brushed his braided dreadlocks out of his face,"I founded it when I was in the front yard with my bro, it was sitting on your doorstep with your name stuck to it. I guess somebody got cold feet coming to your party." The dark-skinned boy handed the box to the brunette.
Hilda frowned, she shook the box lightly, hearing something smacking into the sides, making a muffled jingling noise.
'This is odd,' she thought to herself, 'I got a really weird feeling about all of this, my gut is telling me this isn't right.' She touched the tapped down top lightly, before pressing her long finger nail against the edge of the tape. 'I really want to know what's inside this thing, a bomb? A watch? A spoiled chocolate bar?'
With curiosity winning over her gut feeling, Hilda cut the tape with her nail, freeing the top from the black box. Luther looked over her shoulder curiously when she took the top off. In the box was a silver locket, engraved with fancy cursive that Hilda couldn't quite read. Hilda grabbed the locket by its chain and dangled it in front of her face.
"It's really pretty…" The girl said quietly, showing it off to Luther. The boy nodded in agreement and took the locket in his palm, dark brown eyes scanning it curiously.
"I wonder what's inside."
Hilda looked at him, "Inside?" she tilted her head and stared at the taller body questioningly.
"You don't know, this is a locket. They can be opened up and you can put things like pictures in it. My mom has one with a picture of us in it."
"Cool! Let's see what's inside then, how do you open it?"
"Like this," Luther pointed to the notch on the top of the locket, "You need to snap them apart from here." At her confused look, Luther pressed his nail in the gap and snapped the locket open. He flipped it open with his thumb, a small folded paper fell out when he did so. Inside the locket was a blurred picture of what looked to be a man, but it was hard to see any of his features do to the quality.
"Hold this." He plopped the locket in Hilda's hands and reached down to get the paper that fell out. Hilda looked at the picture, running her finger lightly against the plastic-like picture.
"I wonder who this is," She squinted harder at the picture, "Maybe it's the guy who left this for me. It's really hard to see."
The 10 year old waved the folded paper in his hand, "Whoever left this also left a note, maybe it says who it is on there or something." Hilda stepped over and looked as he unfolded the paper, as the paper was opened, they could see neat words written in straight lines…
Too bad neither of the kids could read japanese.
"What does that say? I don't understand it at all!" Hilda frowned, "They could at least leave it in english of it's for me."
"I don't think anyone here knows..whatever this is." Luther tossed the note onto the desk, then readjusted the cap on his head.
"Well, at least I got a pretty locket now!"
The child grinned, holding up the silver locket so that it could reflect the light from the room, "So pretty!"
It was at that moment that it pulsed in her hand, startling the girl. In an instant, the entire room started shaking, causing surprised cries throughout the room. Hilda grabbed onto Luther arms, trying to steady herself on the larger boy. However, he wasn't nearly stable enough support both of them from the violent shaking. They both went tumbling to the ground with a thud, the older boy letting out a grunt of pain.
"Whats going on!" All of the kids in the room was struggling to stay upright, falling down and being forced to find any support. The adults however… the didn't seem to notice the shaking rumbling the house, in fact, they wasn't reacting at all! It was like whatever was happening was only affecting the children and not the adults! Even some of the older teenagers was frozen in the quake.
"I don't know!" Hilda tried to push herself off of Luther, her tiny hands bracing themselves against his chest. She blinked her eyes rapidly, a new, dizzying feeling taking over her mind. The child groaned, holding her head with one hand while the other struggled to support her. "My head hurts." she whined loudly, swaying in her spot.
"Hilda." The boy reached up a hand and pressed it against his forehead, "Ugh."
"Neeh…" No longer able to keep herself up under the strain of the growing darkness in the corner of her vision, Hilda collapsed onto Luther. "...m'sleepy..." She barely had the strength to keep her eyes open after a few seconds, her hazy green eyes watching as figures dressed in black entered the room, picking up the knocked out children as they went along.
Hilda only managed a tiny wiggle when big hands grabbed her sides, lifting her off the unmoving body of her friend.
"..Ma...ma.." Was the last thing she could get out before darkness claimed her.
I don't even have anything to say right now, Hope you enjoyed this short read!