The Scarlet Chapter 1, a barbie fanfic

Okay...before whoever still reads my stuff decides to murder me for this...I'd like to say that 'APFBNL', 'MFM', 'DPW' and whatever junk i have put here, is on hiatus v.v I am beginning to lose my intrest for the fict's now .

And if you don't know about 'The Scarlett' it takes place in the same time that 3mus is in, takes place in paris france, also the same as 3mus c: just with the french revoloution going on.

The caracters may be just a *ginormous* tad bit different *squishes self into corner*

Corinne: Works for Philippe only to protect her mother, has built a barrier of arrogance, snobb-isn-ness, no faith and such ever since she's worked for him v.v

Aramina: Daughter of Shyster, who own's part of the Tache Industries and Bank, wants in for the revoloution.

Viveca: Granddaughter of Duke Fou, secretly makes the weapons and clothing lines for the Scarlett, and is also plays important role in the revoloution.

Renne: Reculant, but trustworthy cousin of Fantome, even though her cousin secretly plot's to stop the revoloution, she is in for the opposite.

Louis: The pitiful rich nephew of the Duke, has poor luck in trying to befriend the stone-hearted Corinne.

Philippe: Many disguises, assassin, fake musketeer, regent, any job you name, he'll take it on with any disguise.

The Scarlett

The newspapers had been specifically depressing as of late, every tittle, article, page, and word seemed only be of sad matter's, even just a glance at the collection of the day's sheets were enough to sink ones heart.

'Search for Missing Geniuses officially called of!'
'Tax Hikes bound to increase by the end of Spring'
'Riot's Caused in downtown : Peasants unrest in poverty'

Corinne stared at the sheet of paper emotionlessly as she finished eating her sandwich, dropping the article onto the table with a resounding 'thump' "Pity" She said blankly, walking to the other side of the printing room, taking one of the two foot stacks in her arms, she opened the door and stepped out, grabbing a satchel on the way, and slung it across her shoulders.

When she reached her destination, she dropped her stack near the fountain, then took a seat on the railing, resting her chin on her palm, glancing around ever so often, staring into the distance with a bored expression, her mind wanderring to the events of the day before. Robberies..mm five or six. Threat sent to Tache Industries and Bank; Check...

"So tonight, we pay a visit to Ol' duke Fou, have the threats been sent to the Duchess's father to surrender the Tache bank to Fantome? We need the rest of the revolutionaries to step down, understood?"

The familiar sound of clattering hooves and wheels scraping against the ground brought her out of her thoughts. Corinne tried hard to fight the groan of annoyance that threatened to escape her throat once she recognized the same figure walking over to her. So the little nut heads back?..This day was starting of good, then it HAD to go normal again.

And things didn't take a turn to the better when he sat down next to her either. He took one of the papers from the pile, reading some parts from articles and whatnot "...Pity what's happening to the cities of france these days"

Corinne just shrugged her shoulders, glancing at him "Why would the rich like you even care? You people have the luxuries, it's best to make use of it while it lasts"

"Well excuse me for actually caring"

"Well excuse me for having a point"

"Do you always try to annoy people?"

"Yes I do, it's my job and it works"

"Well, not on me.."

"Excuse me..? I should try harder next time then"

"Please don't"

"Why? It's my job."

"No, selling the papers is your job"

"Says who?"

"Says I"

"Oh so the little nut-head decides to say for himself "

He tried not to take it to heart, he didn't know why, but for a strange reason only heaven knows, for the past ten..or something years he'd known her..he's never seen a smile on her face or a spark in her dull eyes, not even an upward twinge at the corners of her lips.

And then...a very awkward silence lingered around the area, they both accidently would say something at the same time and then shut up in a way that encouraged the other to speak, even though it was slightly one sided.

..."Why did you stop smiling all those years ago...?"

She looked away from him "Why do you suddenly start to care?" She asked dully, raising an eyebrow at the company she had.

"N-nothing, j..just curious is all"

"Yeah, right!"

" Although, seriously..." He paused for a moment, staring at her for a long, agonizing for her, moment before continuing "...why did you stop?"

Corinne tensed slightly, Why does the nut-head want to know so badly all of a sudden? Gah! Just answer it, you yourself have been asking the question for far too long, but with far too little success.

"...Do you remember when the second bloody sunday occored?"

..."You mean the second most dangerous day for France? Of course I do"

"What's there to grin or giggle or laugh and smile about in that? A poor peasant went to a hospital, his wife on the verge of death, his son barely a year old, they did not treat his wife the way she was supposed to be...and that's what caused the dreadful day"

A moment passed with the tension filled atmosphere "Uh...I think there's something you should know about that day...its-" He was cut of as the driver of the carriage called

"Ah young master, you're needed at your uncle's right away!" But the driver didn't wait for an answer before attempting to grab the younger ones arm and take him back to his uncle

Corinne breathed a sigh of relief FINALLY! The nut-head is gone! That annoying little question box is goooone!

But her 'relief' moment was shot lived when she felt something- or a couple of some things slip into her palm, her head shot up, but all she saw was the 'Little-nut-head' walking back to the carriage, hands in his pockets.

After a moment of staring at the man who stepped into the carriage with a grin, she turned her attention to what was in her palm, twelve , TWELVE solid gold coins...and a small note.

The blond raised an eyebrow So the tin-man has a heart?- wait what? She subnoxiously tucked away the coins in her satchel as she stared at the note that came with it, it read:

' I know that I didn't buy a paper and it doesn't cost to look, but I am one hundred percent sure that you need these coins more than I do, and you can make better use for them than I can, just consider it something a friend would do.

- Sincerely, whom you call 'the little-nut-head' Louis'

Louis had very little interest in attending the party that was held in his honor that night. It was in full swing while he was still in his room, still trying to adjust to its massive size, which was un-comparable to the entire house. It was a caribbean compared to the one back home in the country, and the over dose of metal made him un-comfortable.

Even his fancy new clothes made him twist and turn, he kept on having to smooth them down. And he would've rather stayed there in the clothes that were actually comfortable, going through the pictures of his old home instead, but his presence was demanded.

He would've been heading for the door by then if he hadn't walked over to the desk, taking a small photo that was laying there that struck him as curious. It was an old photo for sure, but who was in the picture ws what made his eyebrows lower in confusion.

And it was particularly hard to tell who the person was because of the colors that were beginning to fade. The picture was just two women - his mother and a close friend of hers- with their husband's and children. Two kids were near his mother, one was him, the other was his sister sure enough.

Then his attention was drawn to the other child in the photo, she seemed so familiar, but at the same time, not at all. But there was a certain spark of excitement in her eyes, a spark he barely ever saw in a certain someone.

Louis' thumb grazed over the paper, as he recalled the times that he had loved growing up. "I wish you guys could've come too..mom, Della. I still miss you" He murmured to the sheet in his fingers, as if it would reply to him.

Then, Sebastian, the butler his uncle kept for reasons he'd call insane, opened the door to his room, "Mister McBrandt would like to see you downstairs"

The younger man sighed heavily, placing the photo back on the desk, he got up, straightening his jacket "I'm comin', I'm comin'"

"You are coming" Sebastian corrected, especially stressing heavily on the 'G' . " Mister McBrandt would highly appreciate it if you would be so kind to be a bit more formal"

Louis cast the butler a glare as he made his way to the door. "Does what I want ever count for anythin'?" In a winning attempt to mock the man for the grammar formality issue, he purposely said the last word as it was "Anything" He corrected himself.

"Not tonight, sir" Sebastian replied as he stepped aside to let the younger one out, then followed him down the hallway "I understand that this is a very big change for you, but you should try and make the best of it. Mister McBrandt's trust is a very hard thing to gain, and he's bestowing his entire fortune and business to you when he passes on."

Louis snorted as the stairs came closer " Don't give me any of that, we all know the only reason he's doing that is because I'm his only male blood relative who isn't eight years old or too close to thirty"

He stopped at the top of the stair case, though Scrooge was rich, he was also annoyingly cheap. Instead of renting a ballroom or such, he hosted the party in his own house.

The living room was full of elite dukes, lords, ladies, duchesses, princesses, princes and the youth felt a sudden nervous tinge course through his veins. He was in a house full of people he was supposed to impress, and to make matters worse, they were all strangers.

The temptation to run back into his room was crumpled when he remembered that Sebastian was right behind him, he stifled a groan, he knew the middle aged man with greying sandy hair would trap a cobra in his room to get him out into the party.

At the bottom of the stairs, his gaze went through the massive crowds of people, trying to find his minister of a relative. But he stopped himself once his eyes caught something, or more specifically, someone. And words could not describe the moment his eyes nearly bulged out when he realized who the person carrying the appetizers was.

"There is no possible way..." He mumbled, but the older butler had heard him and stepped up to his side, giving an amused scoff "I know sir, but your uncle insisted that the girl be hired, barbaric thinking I should say"

After sending a raised eyebrow towards the man in his mid fifties, Louis asked, "'barbaric'? Why?"

Sebastian blinked a couple of times, then stared at the younger "Isn't that the girl who sells the papers? The one who is a marvelous actress?"

"Well...yes, I suppose"

Then when he glanced back at the blond for a moment, he almost chocked on his glass of water, she was smiling, smiling! And looked absolutely beautiful.

"Sebastian, I think you should pinch me, because I appear to be dreaming" Louis said, still unable to take his eyes off the girl.

The butler rolled his eyes, then pinched Louis' arm.

"Ouch! I didn't mean literally!" He hissed.

"Well, you definitely are dreaming if you think Mister McBrandt would approve of you making goo-goo eyes at a peasant" the other man stated with another roll of his eyes.

"I was not making goo-goo eyes at her!" He retorted, glaring at the aging man.

"Oh of course the young master did not almost choke on his drink when he stared at her for far longer than he should have, and no, his face clearly isn't turning red enough to compare with beetroot, no, not at all"

"Heck! It was just because it was the first time she smiled in years , Sebastian!" Louis' anger was rising and so was the color on his face.

Sebastian raised an amused eyebrow, he was clearly enjoying teasing the little twit "Oh really? Or was her smile just too beautiful, or was entirely gorgeous a better choice in words?"

Louis opened his mouth to retort but that opportunity was quickly cut short as Scrooge McBrandt came in "Louie my boy! There you are!" He cried as he roughly yanked the boy to the side, then noticed Sebastain "Ah, Sebastain, would you go and get me a glass of punch?I'm quite famished right now"

"Of course, sir"

"And as for you" He looked to his nephew "Where have you been? You should've been here when the party started!"

"Um..haha..yeah, uncle would you exc-" Louis tried the best he could to get away from Scrooge to Corinne, which was, pretty much; impossible.

"You need to meet the duchess and get in good with her" Scrooge snapped, dragging his nephew away from his quest. "And plenty of my business parters are here as well, make sure you introduce yourself to everyone of them!"

"But please, it's just to talk to a good frie-" His insistent cries fell on deaf ears as he helplessly watched the person whom he thought would never smile, vanish into the crowd. This couldn't be the end to the affair! He'd find her again, he had to! Everything in his life was meant to lead up to this moment of finding such an angel!

The angel would've disagreed had she known his intentions. Her 'smile' was fake and more of a grimace and her curtsies were her plate was empty, she headed back into the kitchen, and when the door behind her was closed, she stomped her feet and hollered at the top of her lungs. "I HATE THESE PEOPLE! Ooooh, the nerve!" She banged her plate against a stove in her anger. "I just want to strangle each and every single one of them!"

One of the chef's, Linguini, lifted his head from his work "Las, I don't think you'd get paid fer it"

"Oh, shut up Linguini" Corinne hissed, even though her anger wasn't directed towards him. "You know, this one guy asked if I actually touched the food...as if I was poisonous!" In her defiance, she walked toward a cart with trays of appetizers on it, she picked one up and glared at it "I hope he chokes on it" She grumbled.

"They're just wasting all their money just to announce the little annoying nut-head taking over that old man's fortune, when the old man isn't even dead yet!"

Linguini hesitated to ask his next question, fully aware of the power of her temper. He kept his eyes down on the food in an effort to pitifully shield himself. "If you feel that way… why did you take the job?"

Corinne filled her tray, grinding her teeth together "...Because I need the money, besides, it's only for one night, I need every single coin I can get" For varoius reasons that she didn't say, her mind wandered into a flashback that lasted only a milisecond.

~"Ah young master, you're needed at your uncle's right away!" But the driver didn't wait for an answer before attempting to grab the younger ones arm and take him back to his uncle

Corinne breathed a sigh of relief FINALLY! The nut-head is gone! That annoying little question box is goooone!

After a moment of staring at the man who stepped into the carriage with a grin, she turned her attention to what was in her palm, twelve , TWELVE solid gold coins...and a small note.

The blond raised an eyebrow So the tin-man has a heart?- wait what? She subnoxiously tucked away the coins in her satchel as she stared at the note that came with it, it read:

- Sincerely, whom you call 'the little-nut-head' Louis'~

"I'll see you later" Then she left the kitchen. Without another word, she headed back into the crowds with the fake smile plastered on. She knew she had to keep her anger in check no matter how badly she was treated. The best thing to do was to keep quiet and endure. She weaved in and out of the crowd as her food was picked, but one word made her freeze in place. She stopped, and looked to a large red couch where several women were fanning themselves, and Corinne recognized one of them as Duchess Renne. Everyone knew who she was, and she had said the word that made Corinne stop in her tracks - 'revolution'.

"The revolution begins today" The dark skinned girl had said "And then it just ends with 'The Scarlett'? Wasn't it just the strangest thing? I mean, did somebody put the loose sheet into my papers as a prank?"

"I read that too!" One of the women said, fair skin and dark hair " By all means, is someone trying to get a scare out of us?"

Duchess Renne took a thoughtful sip before continuing "I don't know Miss Brigitta. It sounded well...strange. But there were some intriguing parts, such as everyone being equal, like men and women or the rich and the poor... " She grinned at the notion with dignity and gave a nod "And I think we all do need each other. If that's what this Scarlet person means by a revolution, then I'm all for it!" She tried to get the other ladies to agree, but their expressions ranged from deadpan to incredulous. "…What?"

Brigitta laughed weakly, slowing down her fan. "Oh, youth… just wait until you're a little older, dear, and then you'll understand. Everything's perfectly fine the way it is now, and nothing is ever going to change. Anyone who wants a revolution is just asking for a headache."

Corinne's hands trembled with fury as she stood there listening, she couldn't care less about who put the information of the Scarlett into the fury lay with the notion of a revolution merely being a 'headache'. There would be a revolution, but it wouldn't just be a headache for these wretches. This is what she was saving her money for, what she was planning for, a real revolution that wouldn't be announced in some shoddy newspaper, it would be –

The tapping of a fork to glass jostled her out of her anger. In the middle of the room, Scrooge was doing this tapping to get everyone's attention, and it worked as all heads towards him and the nervous nephew by his side. When Scrooge was certain he had everyone's eyes, he stopped the tapping and put the fork on another servant's plate. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is good to see you all here tonight at McBrandt Manor. It is with great joy that I announce my nephew, Louis Xavior , as heir to my fortune." He roughly grabbed Louis by the shoulder, and the younger man meekly waved to the applauding crowd. "I have complete faith leaving my empire in his hands, once I'm gone. A toast!" he held up his glass, and those who had glasses did the same. "To the future!"

"To the future!" The crowd cheered back, as the 'clink's of the glasses filled the air with echoes of laughter bouncing across the walls. Scrooge continued to introduce his nephew of the people, as the younger of the two continued to search for the girl who had just yet smiled, where as the person in question was continuing to hold her wrath, and the Duchess continued to lament in her boredom.

WHOOO! ^ Loooong chapter, well, for me to write at least. And before you ask, like my sis just did, Sebastian is not that black butler dude..whoever he is. ._.

And..WHO KNEW LOUIS WAS FROM THE COUNTRY!? Well, MAJOR twist, I know v.v

Well, what do you think so far? Don't worry, Scarlett is going to come in the beginning of the next chapter, so...if anyone read and liked this...STAY TUNED!