Author's Note: Hello everybody I'm back! This story is totally different due to the fact that my RyoSaku obsession has died down. I hope this is a lot better than my other story, which I had no plot whatsoever for. Well, that's about it, enjoy!

Pairings: RyoSaku is the only one on the list for now.

Disclaimer: I do not, and most definitely will not, own PoT. The only things I own are the plot and my OCs, like Fuji's other sister Rose for example.

I'm Definitely Unimportant

Chapter 1:

"You look lovely."

"Absolutely."

"No doubt about it."

"The only thing comparable to you is the sunset."

"Even that doesn't match up!"

Murmurs of agreement followed the last statement.

"Are you sure it doesn't make me look fat?"

"Oh, heavens no!"

"Why would you even think so?"

"That's absolutely imposturous!"

I rolled my eyes at the incessant chatter coming through the cracked door. I swear if I heard one more thing about sunsets, roses, incomparable beauty, or "gorgeous" princes, I'll—

"What are you checking the coast for?"

I whipped around so fast I nearly hit the person standing in front of me.

Checking that I didn't have whip lash first, I looked up to see who had intruded my personal space.

Standing at 5'7" (don't ask me how I know) was the prince. The prince…yes as in riding in on horses, killing dragons, and saving princesses from high towers type of prince. Except, Prince Fuji didn't do those type of things, and never would. He would much rather read a book, or look at scenery, or take care of the royal garden, or even be his creepy self and scare the house cooks like me.

"Nothing Your Royal Highness," I said accompanied with a curtsy.

Chuckling he stood next to me and peered through the door.

"Looks like Serria-san's here too…" he said as his eyes opened.

I resisted the urge to twitch.

Fuji Syusuke was one of the most interesting people I have met, but nothing can change the fact that he was a guy, and like every other guy, he talked about Lady Serria.

Serria is the most dimwitted person on this planet. She could have been a copy of Cinderella, except this girl would fit the role of the evil stepsister. Instead of scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees, she purposely made messes for others to clean. Speaking of scrubbing, she hasn't even touched a cleaning instrument, not even to clean herself. She had her personal maids make her sparkle. And the only thing she had gotten on her knees was for—well never mind.

To sum it all up, Serria was a bimbo who was always tarted up, and had no brains to speak of.

Anyway, the witch must have been summoned by her name and stuck her face, chest, and any other body parts she could fit out the door without actually stepping out of the room.

"Oh, Prince Syusuke, I thought you had left on a hunting trip." She fluttered her eyelashes and stuck her lips out. Lips that were completely covered in bright pink lipstick, may I add?

"I would much rather help my sister in her time of need."

"Of course you would."

Then she proceeded to do what I thought was the impossible; she thrust even more of herself out the door, and that's when she reminded me of something. Before I had forgotten to bring up the fact that she stuffed her bra.

Those things weren't real. She really wasn't a C, shoot; she could probably still fit into training bras!

But nobody noticed these things except me, especially the prince.

"What kind of brother would I be?"

If they leaned any farther toward each other, I think it would be easier if they just stepped into the same room, or maybe they just think it's more romantic if they remained separated? Who knows, definitely not me.

"Excuse me miss, could you move out my way for a bit." I had to stop this before I threw up.

She looked at me as if I were a fly splattered on a horses arse.

"And who are you?"

Her voice was as dry as her skin underneath all that makeup.

"I was instructed to give the Her Royal Highness the Princess an important piece to her gown."

"Oh, then carry on."

As I slide past her and into the room behind her, I made sure to exaggerate the swing of my arms as I carried the basket into the grand suite and "accidently" elbow her in one of her "boobs". It flattened considerably from the pressure. The fake smile on her face thinned into a straight line as she tried to discreetly prop it back up in place.

I was thinking sad thoughts to keep the smirk off my face.

I carefully stepped around the garments that had been tossed to the floor as I walked toward the cluster of girls around a chair.

"Your Royal Highness," I called out. Getting her by surprise would be a very bad thing to do.

She turned around slowly.

Once again I was taken aback by her beauty.

All of the royal family was attractive, even the youngest son Yuuta who had a bad temper and attitude. He wasn't as good looking as his older brother Fuji, but when he smiled; he gained a few fan girls. But I think that his bad attitude doesn't matter, he could be quite nice, and his temper was quite comical. The only time he was scary is when he got serious. Actually, the whole family was scary when they were serious.

Anyway, back to the princess.

I remember when I first heard the story of how the King and Queen named her. They had supposedly been traveling to another land to make allies with them, and while they were there, the Queen had seen a flower so beautiful she vowed to name her next daughter after it. Next thing you know, a new princess named Rose had joined the royal family.

Damn. What a lucky girl.

Come on, if someone was named after a flower so lovely that it convinced their mother to name them after it in the first place, you know they're going to be gorgeous.

She's living proof; she's pretty in a different way from the others.

The rest of the family had light, well, medium light, brown hair. Prince Fuji, Queen Ayame, and Princess Yumiko all had blue eyes, while the King, Yuuta, and Rose all had gray.

Rose, like I said before, had gray eyes, and the blackest hair and palest skin ever to be seen by the mortal eye.

The only way to help visualize her is to say she looked like a china doll, or better yet, Snow White. The only difference in their appearances is Rose's lips. Instead the color of blood like described in the fairy tales, hers were a pale pink. Either than that, they were carbon copies of each other.

Back to the present, though.

Her hair reach slightly passed her shoulders and her cheeks were rosy as always. Her stormy colored eyes were filled with unshed tears; obviously her "friends" and "advisors" weren't doing a great job.

One of her dainty hands flew to her mouth when she saw it was me. Quicker than I thought possible, she rushed over and threw her arms around my neck.

"This is so horrible!"

"Rose-hime, what's wrong?" I started out polite even though I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The longer I stayed in there it seemed, the faster my IQ points dropped. Soon I would be talking about flowers, and dresses, and the most eligible bachelors in the area.

"Look at this dress!" She had been wearing a white satin robe over her dress, and then flung it off to reveal the monster underneath.

The bright, pink, ruffley, ugly dress really was horrible. For once it looks like Rose isn't being too dramatic after all.

It was so ugly that I couldn't control my facial features, and Rose saw the look on my face before I could stop it.

"It really looks that bad?"

I considered lying to her and saying it looked just fine, but there was no way I was going to let her wear that.

"Yup, absolutely horrid."

She broke down.

I knew it was wrong to do this to her while she was stressed, but tough love was needed majorly.

Sighing, I dropped the basket, and walked across the creamy white carpet toward the walk in closest.

Flinging open the white painted doors, I began the quest for the perfect dress.

It didn't take me long to find it.

Never been worn, and made especially just for this occasion, was the perfect dress for her.

It was white as the snow on the ground, with a petticoat a light blue like the sky. The corset was also the same light blue with silver colored straps keeping it together. A pair of white gloves that reached up to the elbow came with the dress. An intricate pattern of gold was spun across the edges of them, completing the simple, yet elegant look.

"But it's boring, and simple, and plain."

"And it fits you perfectly."

"Are you saying that I'm boring, and simple, and plain—?"

"It just fits your look."

"But I—"

"Wear it."

Sensing the hostility in my voice, she took away the dress with a pout, and glided over to her personal changing corner.

She came out with the gown on, but insisted to take it off immediately. I don't see why, she looked like a…uh…princess…in that thing! And all the other girls who abandoned her were suddenly interested in her appearance again.

"Wow! You look lovely."

"A vision of loveliness no doubt."

"So beautiful it hurts my eyes!"

"This will be the most popular coming out party yet!"

Nods and "Oh, yes!"s filled the room. One of them was mine. When I realized that I was staring to participate in this stupid fest, I quickly snatched the basket off the floor. I had to complete the mission I was handed fast, if I don't, I might become one of them soon.

"Your Royal Highness, I have something for you."

Rose, now completely infatuated with her dress, beamed at me.

"What is it?"

"It's in here, got to go!" I dropped the basket at her feet and raced to the door, which was still blocked by Serria's big bosom. Now that left me with a problem.

Squeezing past that thing would be impossible, if I did, I wouldn't come out the other side alive, but as a pancake instead. So, I would have to convince the beast to retreat to its lair (Rose's room).

"Miss, excuse me."

Her head turned slightly in my direction.

"What?" Someone sounded rude.

"Rose-hime has another dress on, miss."

Now she whipped around fully. I tried not to laugh at her appearance. Serria's face had a line across it from being pressed up to the door for so long, and her "boob" wasn't exactly aligned with the other one. Plus she looked so bewildered at my news.

"But the one I picked out was wonderful."

Yeah, wonderfully tacky. I wouldn't even use that to clean the horse stall; the horses might get scared and cause a ruckus. It didn't surprise me though; someone like her would pick that dress. No point in dwelling on the matter, the more I did the more time I was wasting in here.

As I walked past her through the door, I whispered, "Better go fix that in a mirror next time, miss."

I think she glared at me on my way out, but I ran out as soon as I uttered those words. Serria never liked me and would try to get revenge later, but for now, I was going to enjoy messing with her a bit.

I was in such a hurry I once again crashed into prince. We both fell to the floor in a big heap, me on top. It didn't take long for me to get up and rush away. I was so worried about my intelligence I didn't even apologize. Oh well, I'll see him later.


Yay! The first chapter's finished! Hopefully it won't end up like the last one…Shoo depressing thoughts! This was my late birthday present to myself and I'm very happy about it. Just hope anybody who reads this does too!

R&R please!

Egyptianlover