Meet Me
I slammed the door in her face and plopped down on the bed, I didn't care if my red dress was soaked. What was I doing?! I can't believe I . . . My thoughts were interrupted by the soft touch of one of my feathers to my skin. My stress had caused a few feathers to fly out. A shame, everyone loved my wings. Oh well- I glanced at it, for awhile, astonished and scared. I often thought, No way, and, I can't be, it must be Toshiro's. It just sat there like it was mocking me. In my coal black wings it lay. The snow white feather, that my wings had produced. I knew it, it wouldn't be much longer. Until I..
Fade Away...
Karin Kurosaki here. I don't where hair bows, I don't stand around gossiping all day, and I most certainly am not the damsel in distress. I know what you're thinking, the dark angel, and princess of the Dark Realm, I have to have dresses and jewelry. And you're right, I do have them, and I do wear them, but I assure you, not because I want to. People love my true blue eyes because of their rareness, but most people spot my distinct raven hair that is unusual for a royal angel.
Now, black hair and dark angels go hand in hand, but it's the fact I have it that startles people. Everyone in my family, besides my dad, has an abnormal colored hair for a regular dark angel. No one freaks about goat face cause he's been weird from the beginning when his head cracked at birth. Since my dad has black hair, they should have expected me to, but I guess not. Now, people often mistake me as a regular angel.
The Dark Realm and the Light Realm are constantly at war. Small regions battle them, when we technically have a treaty. I never cared about the war, and the parties, the meeting I had to attend seemed like a waste of time, that is, until I met him.
Four hours earlier
"Get the curling iron and the red eye shadow and, Suki, could you grab me that red nail polish!" Yuzu cried
I sat at the dresser, my hand on my chin, watching her frantically instruct the maids and butlers.
"If you keep yelling, you'll sound like a maid too."
Yuzu ducked up under me and measure my waist length.
"Yep, and if you keep putting your hand on your chin, you're going to ruin your nails."
I looked at my face in the mirror, I was sploshed with red nail polish.
"Yuzu! At least tell me before you use magic on my nails!"
"Yea, yea sure."
All of a sudden a group of people bust through the door and amidst all the ruckus, they managed to stuff a dress over me. It was itchy and black and it puffed out like it was from the 1800's or something.
"Too small." The yelled, then like ripples in a pond, they all repeated "Too small" "Too small" "Too small"
"Bring in the next one!"
They tugged the next dress off of me and brought in the next one. In the period between the first dress and the second I sat there, my hair messy, not realizing they had used magic to put me in my white cami and shorts. I hated magic for that reason, they didn't tell you anything, they just did it, and told you nothing, you only realize it after the damage is done, I knew that would be a problem in the future.
The tailors slipped on dress after dress until finally Ichigo bust through the door.
"Hurry up! Ten minutes!"
Everyone literally started yelling and I felt make up artists plucking at my eye lashes, and then I felt something fuzzy on my foot. I freaked out, reacting to the foreign feeling. I kicked hard and smacked my butler through the wall.
"Karin! He was just putting your shoes on! Seriously you're worse than me, can't use magic, but you have a forceful kick."
I shooed away the hair stylists and make up artists, leaning down to take a look at the guy and see if he was alright.
He was upside down, his head against the bottom bathroom wall and his legs where twisted up around the sink and around him were the ruins of the wall I recklessly smashed through.
He put his hand up to show he was ok.
"Good one, your grace."
I laughed, sitting back up. Immediately everyone set to work, and finally they finished, I picked out a black dress and scurried out with my mask.
They had settled for what they called "An ok look" which for me was way over done. Dark red eye shadow and bloody red lipstick, hair put up in a bun with, you guessed it, red ribbons, dangling from my hair. The dress was nothing special, although it was quiet sparkly like all the others, a lot of slack and the fabric drooped down and were very loose. Apparently I had to come, alone, to dance, Yuzu was sick (Although she didn't look it. -_-) and couldn't come so I have to preform our twin dance for this party. She just chickened out like she always does, but today was different because I would have to do it in front of not only the Dark Realm, but the Light Realm as well.
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Normal routine, I twisted and twirled, ran up the marble poles and flowed back down, the fans in my hands felt like swords slashing at the air. I could see the bright colors of the light realms angel wings. Of course all the angels in there looked the same. Bright colored hair like Yuzu's and Ichigo's but among the brightest where those with hair as snow white as their wings. I guessed they were nobles. Obviously, their hair was combed and styled, as expected, but a pair of teal eyes caught onto my own. I lost balance on the rope and i fell. I tried to pry my wings out of the binding, but to no avail, i just kept falling until finally that set of eyes came closer. Then I could feel cool breath and i stopped falling.
Something soft fell in my hand. I open one eye and there sat a tiny white feather, I looked up and on the face of a white haired man where the pair of turquoise eyes I could feel studying me. Now I felt the need to slap this dude, but I couldn't because I would be dropped. I felt like I was just saved by a stalker. He put me down, still keeping the plastered frown (You heard right, a frown, from a light angel, Humph! go figure!) and bowed stepping back the other side of the ball room.
I took a closer look, and he was no man, he was only a boy, about my age, so I stopped and thought about kicking him in the nut. For a moment he looked cute, like a fuzzy little toy, but then it all dissolve when I heard the ringing voice of, I supposed his mother.
"Toshiro, sweety come along now, we need you to talk with the elder,"
The elder? Our elder? But that could only mean..No way..The prince, Oh please to don't tell me the prince was this guy! OH Dang it! I'm such a klutz! I slammed my foot down into the ground and it smashed in the stone floor, making a sound like porcelain glass shattering.
I looked down at my foot, and the boy spun around.
I blushed.
Wait a sec I don't blush.
I slamed my other foot in the ground.
Oh dang it! I fidgeted and tugged on my legs.
"You won't want to do that." I looked up and the boys voice was surprisingly deep and authoritative.
"If you continue, you will damage your leg even more."
He stooped down and stared to heal it.
I imediately studdered "Ah.. Umm.. Sorry, about the floor and all."
He mumbled "It's fine, you're more important."
I started to get flush, as I automatically lifted my foot up out of the sharp, jagged edged hole. I was thinking of kicking him, when, like a reminder saying, You idiot, he's the prince. My leg was slit all the way from my knee to my ankle. I hastily lifted up my expensive dress, so the blood wouldn't get on it, but, being the tomboy I am, I wasn't used to dresses and I lifted it up too high.
Author's Notes:
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