Hey guys, this is . .dreams, and I hope you will enjoy my first ever fanfiction :)
Oh, and this is fairly obvious, but anyways, I take no credit whatsoever for Shugo Chara, or these characters.
I have written a couple more chapters, but I would rather wait to see your reactions to this chapter first before posing the rest, that way I can make any necessary edits before posting. This is rated T, purely because it mentions Amu being abused by her 'stepfather'. There are no highly sexual, gruesome or crass scenes, and there will be next to no- if any- swearing.
Please review, I am open to any feedback, though if it is an 'I hate this story' then please make sure to justify so I can change my writing for the better :D
Chapter 1
She had only been five when her real parents had died. She had almost had a little sister too, but her mum and dad had died in a car crash on the way to the hospital. The baby had died instantly with them, before it had even been born. Her nightmares were full of these past memories, even though her present life was bad; it haunted her to know how differently she could've lived.
These were the thoughts running through her head as she was forced to shovel coal at 6:30 in the morning, the same way she'd been doing for the last seven years of her life. What she didn't know, was a certain blue haired, blue eyed person who just happened to have his face plastered across hundreds of wanted posters all over town was going to twist her stupid, annoying life all over again.
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I finished my first shift at ten, and went to go prepare my 'stepdad's' lunch. I had never called him dad, and he made it obvious he had no interest in me; apart from whether or not I prepared his food, cleaned his house, shovelled coal to save him paying for an extra employee and -most importantly- didn't tell the officials about him abusing me.
I opened the fridge and groaned- there was nothing in there! I had been shovelling coal at breakfast time, so he must have made Utau (the other maid, and my best friend) make breakfast. I banged my head on the fridge in frustration. Now I'll have to go to town to do the groceries again.
It's not like I have something against going to town, it's just that every time I go I get wolf whistled and flirted with. I don't really like THAT kind of attention. Years of working underground have left my skin milky and pale and my body slim. My pink hair frames my oval face and my golden swirling eyes had a way of glowing when I smiled, or so I was told.
As I walked along the dusty road that ran along the edge of the dangerous forests of Scarlento (shortened to 'lento) I couldn't help but wonder what lurked within. After all, THATS where the rumours say the "prince of thieves" the "second robin hood" and all the other names he has, makes camp. Apparently he has a gang, and steals money and food from the rich or unworthy, and gives some to the poor as a way to protest against all the unfairness that occurs here. And for those reasons alone, I could never hate him like everyone else, because he had the will and strength to survive when I didn't. To me, that makes whoever he is a hero.
As I walked, deep in thought, I couldn't help but smile at the cool, soft breeze, and the sun-dappled grasses and swaying trees. I have always loved the sunshine, but I barely get to see it. No one knows of the cruelty I've endured and, because my "Dad" is kind and sweet and all that rubbish in town, no one would believe me if I told them. On top of that, if I told, he'd take it out on Utau and vice versa for her. And I could NEVER do that to someone.
As I left the dusty old path for the hard cobblestone floors of the town, I looked up and saw another wanted poster for the mysterious blue-haired man. After several moments of careful checking behind me, I cautiously removed said poster and placed it roughly in my bag, beside all of the other ones I had ripped down. It was the least I could do to help.
I continued walking until I reached Nadeshiko's place- she was the local greengrocer and a close friend. I was almost to her door, when I heard shouting amidst a huge crowd. I would've ignored it too, except I saw a wad of blue hair in the corner of my and knew it was HIM. I rushed over to the scene.
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I swung through the luscious trees of the forest with my eyes closed, still thinking of the mysterious girl with the bright pink hair. "Strawberry" I named her in my mind; I've never found out her name- I've never even TALKED to her! She rarely leaves that place (her house?) and; though I'd never admit it; I haven't had the guts to talk to her yet.
Unable to think WHY I always think of her or WHY I can't talk to her, I attempted to push her out of my mind. It worked... that is until I saw her conveniently walking down the dirt road right beside the tree I had perched in.
I watched as she walked; analysing her. Her body showed beauty, her curled fists showed determination, pink hair showed uniqueness, serene smile showed love, and a peaceful character, but, those eyes showed sadness, and unshed tears. Oh god, now I'm analysing her? I'm the prince of all thieves for god's sake! But even that thought didn't stop me from curiously watching her as I practically stalked her. God she was so oblivious, with looks like hers she should really be more careful.
I had the intense urge to run to her. I decided that I'd wait to see how she reacts to the wanted poster for my head. Wow, they've even raised the price, must have been because of the gold necklace I'd stolen from that stuck up Princess Saaya.
The pinkette approached the poster and carefully looked around. I froze, did she realise I was here? Her gaze slipped straight over me and relief washed through my mind. She then swiftly and roughly tore down the poster and slipped it into her bag. For the short-time her bag was open I could see many other posters of me in there too. I was slightly puzzled, what on earth does she want with all my posters? I smirked; maybe my strawberry has the hots for me, eh? Wouldn't be the first girl posting up pictures of me in their bedroom. But this girl was different, she didn't squeal over me or anything. Then I came to a confusing conclusion, she was… helping me? I wonder why? I mean it's not like she even knows-
"GOTCHA AT LAST STUPID THIEF!" a man's voice yelled as I felt someone grab my hands behind my back. That was the moment I realised that, entranced as I was by the pinkette, I had begun to move forward and had unintentional stepped out of the forest, and into the open town. Bad mistake. The man was strong, and though I might have been able to take him, there was already a crowd forming around us, and I knew escaping was probably not an option.
The man brought a hunting knife from his pockets and announced boldly, making sure all the village girls would hear, "this stupid thief has been sentenced to death multiple times and I think I may as well do this community a favour and finish this scum off now!"
A few running steps and a flash of pink later, the strawberry-haired girl was standing directly in front of them, her face having fallen in to a perfect calmness with a hint of attitude in it and a LOT of determination. "You don't want to be doing that." She stated simply, as if that explained everything. Something in her gaze stopped the grown man from mocking her, and instead he met her gaze, but with a certain level of respect in his eyes.
"And why is that, may I ask?" the man questioned as his hold on my arms loosened just a little bit. As I wondered why he was giving up so easily, I realised something. He doesn't want to kill me. People in this stupid town can be arrogant, prideful, stupid and downright unfair, but none of them were killers. And the girl knew that. She was helping out the man, as well as me, because she knew if she gave the man a reason not to do it, the man would happily comply. He didn't want to kill me, he was just trying to show off to the ladies.
"Well," she replied after a moment's thought, "there are a couple of reasons. First, if you killed him now, despite his many death sentences, it would count as murder because he hasn't had a trial, and traditionally he must be hanged after the court has passed judgement." The crowd murmured in agreement, her words rang true. "Also," she continued, "though he ought to die for his sins, it would benefit this town a lot more if he provided us with some free labour, don't you think?" the crowd once again murmured agreement, but I suddenly got a sinking feeling in my stomach- maybe she wasn't trying to help me after all. "So," she concluded, "I think you should hand him over to me, and I'll walk him back to my father's coal mine. You know my father, right? He is of great importance to this town and funds many things for you I think you should try and get on his good side by giving him an extra worker, what say you?"
The crowd chorused their agreement and I could see they were well won over. The man holding me replied with a simple shrug, and started towards the dusty road that I knew lead to the pinkette's house.
"Thank you kind sir," her voice cut through the chatter, "but I'm afraid I need to buy some groceries, then go home, just leave him with me, don't worry, I'll be fine, I'm fairly strong for my age and gender." The man gave her a doubtful look, so, to prove her point, she swiftly turned to the man beside her, picked him up, and threw him couple of meters to the left. The man handed me over fairly quickly then.
Well, that'll be then end of the first chapter of Prince of Thieves :D
Hope you found that somewhat enjoyable :P