Belle Roza
Chapter One
Rumpelstiltskin was doing what he did best, spinning the straw into gold, helping him forget, when the note appeared on the table.
His eyes flick over as the spinning wheel stops. Rumpelstiltskin gets up from the spinning wheel and walks over, plucking up the note in his scaly hand.
I need to make a deal. I'm outside waiting. -R
Rumpelstiltskin frowns. Usually the person who wishes to make a deal would state their deal, why they need it and their name, almost pleading. He almost refused the deal but... But none the less. A deal's a deal.
He snaps his fingers, opening the outer gate, letting the mystery person in his estate. He didn't have to wait long.
The person's boots alerted him the approaching person, giving him time to seat himself on the table, completely at ease. The person appears in the doorway, silhouetted by the torches behind the person.
He immediately notices that the person was female, petite, looking around fifteen or so, and dressed in a simple brown hunter outfit. A silver sword attached to her hip and a bark brown cloak over the whole attire. The hood was up, concealing her face except for the girl's pale pink lips.
"Are you Rumpelstiltskin?" She asks, crossing her arms.
"Are you the person that wishes to make a deal?" Rumpelstiltskin counters, already grinning.
"Aye." The girl says, nodding her cloaked head once. "I need you to locate my father."
Rumpelstiltskin lets out a short giggle and the pink lips of the girl twist into a sneer.
"So, you're trying to locate your beloved father. The one person who lets you know, you're not alone in the world!" Rumpelstiltskin says, sauntering over to the girl. "Any other reason you would be trying to locate him?"
"It's on the last request of my Mother, told to me by the group who raised me, before she left. She left me the only link I have to him." The girl explains, stepping more into the grand hall to avoid the dealer.
"So! It's on the request of a phantom Mother you never knew, placing the burden of trying to find the father of her little girl on the very same daughter!" Rumpelstiltskin's grin grows wider. "And now, after several fruitless attempts, you finally come to Rumpelstiltskin."
"Well, you know everything don't you, yeh bloody imp." The girl mocks, sneering more.
Rumpelstiltskin clicks his tongue. "Now, now dearie, you might want to be a little nicer than that to the one person who can find your father! The one person who makes you not alone in this cruel and heartless land."
The girl huffs and makes a movement similar to an exaggerated eye roll. "So do we have a deal?"
"Don't be so hasty dearie. I haven't even told you my part of the deal yet!" Rumpelstiltskin giggles. "After all, nothing comes without a price."
"What's your price?" The girl immediately says, her lips settling into a hard line when she finished speaking.
"Still deciding on that, dearie."
The girl huffs. "Hate waiting." She looks around the room. "Why don't I clean this place for you. It is pretty dus-"
"No." Rumpelstiltskin's voice was harsh and cold, clearly shocking the girl as she jumps at the change in his demeanor.
"Alright then, no cleaning." The girl says, wariness settling in her voice. Maybe she shouldn't have done this. Have come to this- this beast. "What will be your prince then?"
"There is a certain item that I wish to have." Rumpelstiltskin begins, going back to the slightly insane imp. His eyes flick onto the sword. "That sword is awful pretty. Had to been pretty expensive."
"Let's just say, I didn't get it by normal methods." The girl says, putting a hand on her sword. "What can I say? Thieves did raised me."
Rumpelstiltskin giggles and the girl shakes her head, her hood remaining on. "Gods, you're creepy." That only causes him to giggle more.
"So the item you want?" The girl says, trying to get back on track.
"The necklace of the disgraced Princess Belle." Rumpelstiltskin explains, ignoring the stabbing pain in his heart at her name.
"The very same one that worked here?" The girl inquiries, trying to sound innocent. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye. Not that he could see that of course
"Just one more thing, dearie." Rumpelstiltskin says, ignoring her question. "I don't particularly like making deals with people when I don't know who they are. Make them harder to track down, you see, if they don't uphold their part of the deal." He snaps his fingers. "So why don't you pull down that pretty hood of yours down and state your name."
The girl reaches up and pulls down her hold, revealing tawny, almost golden eyes, and dark tan hair that looked scruffy. She holds her head up high as she states her name, sounding crystal clear. "My name is Roza. And do we have a deal?"
"Deal!" Rumpelstiltskin giggles.
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"Congrats, Gold. Mr. French decided to not press charges so, you, are free to go." Emma says, walking over to the cell, keys and Mr. Gold's cane in hand.
Mr. Gold only gives her a smile that could almost be taken as a smirk.
Suddenly a girl around 19 rushes in and, without sparing a glance at Mr. Gold, rushes over to Emma.
"I need to talk to you urgently." The girl says, almost dragging Emma to her office. Her dark tan hair was tangled and looked like it hadn't been brushed in days, with clipped bangs covering up one tawny, almost golden eye. A black leather looking jacket covers a gray tee that is baggy in the front and has a budding rose printed on the front. Tight jeans and boots that had buckles peeking out completed the girl's outfit. A dark green backpack was slung haphazardly over her shoulder.
"Alright then." Emma says, slowly, raising an eyebrow at the girl. She begins walking towards her office when a soft "Ahem" stops her. She turns around to see Mr. Gold still standing at the bars, the mystery teacup held in his hands.
"I believe you have someone to release." He reminds.
"I think a bit more time in that cell will do you some good." Emma says, turning back towards her office.
"Wait." The girl says, speaking up. She looks at Mr. Gold. "He's the reason I'm here."
She walks closer to the cell. "Are you Mr. Gold?" She says, almost sounding like she didn't dare believe something.
Mr. Gold peers at her closer, then recognizes something in those features. His eyes start to widen.
"Are you Mr. Gold?" The girl repeats, circling her hands on the bars.
"Yes." Mr. Gold says.
"Release him please." The girl whispers. Emma quirks an eyebrow but doesn't comment, choosing instead to open the cell door, per request.
The cell door screeches open and Emma silently hands Mr. Gold his cane.
The girl bites her lip as Mr. Gold surveys her. She opens her mouth to speak but only a few squeaks come out. She closes her mouth and bows her head, looking embarrassed.
"Roza." Mr. Gold says, and the girl's head snaps up. "I know it's you."
"Daddy?" Roza whispers, almost seeming like she couldn't believe it.
Mr. Gold only nods, smiling, and Roza rushes at him. He envelopes her into a hug, tangling his hands into her messy hair, wanting to never let go.
"Daddy." Roza croaks.
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So. First fanfiction for OUAT. How did I do? Before I continue, I'm going to see where I will be going on this because I'm not quite sure yet. I think I did a good job with the fairytale side world. Not sure about Storybrook side. And what do you guys think of Roza? I tried my best on her.
If any of you are a bit confused about the title, I'm no help. I just like the two names together for the title.
I'll be doing my best with the father/daughter realtionship, so please, send me little notes on how I'm doing, that would be wonderful!
~8 Navy Roses