Yes..I'm back, again. With another very short story. My stories are very short, aren't they? Ah wells, to not stall your time. this is a story I wrote on my free time. When I was bored. I got inspritation from a Midieval roleplay I'm doing with a friend.
Finally! I story that doesn't have any swearing!
Pairing: AtemuXOC
She's my OC!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything else...
Yes, the bold is a song. 'What about me?' sung by Shayne Ward. And is it also something that I 'say' my OC has wrote. She didn't! I don't own the song!
Well. Enjoy!
Well there's a little boy waiting
At the counter of the corner shop
He's been waiting down there
Waiting half a day
We never ever see him from the top
He gets pushed around
Knocked to the ground
But he gets to his feet and he saysWhat about me?
It isn't fair
I've had enough
Now I want my share
Can't you see, I wanna live
But you just take
More than you give
Each word flooded with emotions. They came from a girl with long silver white hair, sharp yellow eyes and pale skin. Or as everyone in the castle knew her, Amenia, head scribe and personally scribes for the king, younger sister of the only and the best assassin in the castle, Bakura.
People feared that crazy, sadistic assassin. But that's only the reputation he built for himself. Some people knew better, knew that Bakura isn't too crazy, and is only sadistic when needed. Some people like the king Atemu, Amenia and Renee'. All except them may fear Bakura, but none felt for his younger sister, the girl, Amenia. This kind girl wore a smile on her face all the time, and is always willing to help out someone in need. Inspiration had struck her as she busily wrote, the same smile, stapled on her face, never wavering, even as she was feeling a rush of many other emotions as she wrote. Being lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize that there was someone standing not too far away, looking at her, also with a soft smile.
Well there's a pretty girl serving
At the counter of the corner shop
She's been waiting back there
Waiting for her dreams
Her dreams walk in and out
They never stop
Well she's not too proud
To cry out loud
She runs to the street
And she screams
What about me?
It isn't fair
I've had enough
Now I want my share
Can't you see, I wanna live
But you just take more than you give
And the head scribe has a secret that she kept to herself very well. Then again, doesn't everybody? She had not told anyone, nor has anyone suspected so much as to go up and ask her. Amenia has an...obsession over her king. In other words, she loves him. The one that she sees everyday, writing own his commands and what is to happen. And she was someone who he talks to when he is bored from time to time. One that he trusts without second thoughts. Amenia sighed as she dropped her writing instrument, bringing her writing hand to her head, the smile finally wore off. Why had she been thinking about this matter again? It wasn't worth thinking for, and it was obvious that the king would never feel anything special towards her. She is just a scribe after all.
So take a step back
And the little people
They may be young
But they're the ones
That make the big people bigSo listen, as they whisper
'What about me?'
Abandoning the thoughts, Amenia rose from her seat. She turned around, seeing that her door was once again open. Smiling a bit in confusion, Amenia had thought that she closed the door, and now it was open again. "Oh well." Amenia sighed. It didn't really matter, she just needed to close it again, no big deal.
Now I'm standing on the corner
All the word's gone home
Nobody's changed
Nobody been savedAnd I'm feeling cold and alone
I guess I'm lucky, I smile a lot
But sometimes I wish
For more than I've got
Hearing the footsteps, the person hiding quickly pulled his head from the door, the only way he was able to watch the girl. 'Had I been noticed?' He panicked silently. He moved to quickly leave, just in case Amenia walks out of her room. But something stopped him.
What about me?
It isn't fair
I've had enough
Now I want my share
Can't you see, I wanna live
But you just take more
"Huh?" Amenia crouched down and picked up the slip of paper with a red flower.
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
I may not know how to write
But at least you do."
Amenia read aloud from the piece of paper. A soft laugh came from her next. That was horrible. The flower in her other hand. She turned around, placing the flower in a vase where there were many of they same type of flower. She had gone to the gardens and asked the people around. She had found out that the flower was called a rose, a symbolic meaning for love.
What about me, it isn't fair
I've had enough, now I want my share
Can't you see, I wanna live
But you just take more
Placing the note in a little box, her smile was wide. It seems that this little note thing has been going on for quite a while. "Why does that person never write their name? And it's the third one this week, and it's only the third day in this week. When will this person...just...tell me who they are?" Amenia muttered aloud to herself, shaking her head lightly.
You just take more
You just take more than you give
What about me?
'Hopefully soon.' The person looked in the room, the smile back on his once panicked face. Then, he turned around and walked away, a golden and royal cape flowing silently behind him. His footsteps quick but silent, and people that he passed by bowed before continuing with their work. He simply nodded back. He was always noticed. There was no problem with him always being noticed either. It was a normal thing. But why..Why can the person that he wants them to notice him to most, just won't, don't notice him? His thoughts echoed Amenia's.
'How could anybody accept a king and a scribe?'
What about me?
With a light push, and soft sigh, the door closed.
What about me?
What did you think? I think I wrote that is only 30 minutes. .
Please review! Though I don't think many would read this...