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Nemurella
By: Tsuki Shizuku
Summary over all- Classic story I twisted…a lot… Cinderella, some parts I changed…but it's still based on it…sweat drops.
Roles- 'prince': Madarame Ikkaku
'(not so…) fairy godmother': Matsumoto Rangiku
'Cinderella': Kurotsuchi Nemu
'Evil stepmother…': Kurotsuchi Mayuri
'Evil stepsisters': Annie and Mickie
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Chapter 1- News
"Nemu! Where is my favorite black soul reaper robe???" Mickie yelled at Nemu in her unordinary soul reaper outfit. Secretly both her sisters envied this girl for her beauty and outfit… Mayuri had made these two. Nemu was like a servant to them…(sorry Nemu fans out there…).
"Here," Nemu quietly said, giving her sister her robe back. She had just washed and dried it not long ago. Mickie snatched it out of her hands.
"Could you had taken any longer to wash this?!" Nemu's sister snapped and put it on. Nemu fought the temptation to say 'well you're welcome', sarcastically. She smiled at the thought.
"What are you smiling for?!" Annie raised her hand to slap Nemu but fortunately was stopped by their 'stepmother'.
"Now, girls, don't fight! Get ready for the dance! There's one tomorrow, everyone's going," Mayuri exclaimed.
"That means…IKKAKU's GOING!!!" Annie and Mickie squealed, clasping their hands together they jumped up and down.
"Everyone…that means…I…?" Nemu was surprised.
"Yes, you may go…only after you finish helping your lovely sisters get ready for the dance. But the dance, of course, requires a dress," Mayuri sighed.
"Oh thank you!" Nemu smiled and ran to her room. She didn't have a dress but did have extra cloth. It was silky purple, it was often used to make clothes for Mayuri's other creations. She could always make her own dress…and her sisters had a lot of unwanted items she could use. She would see her crush, Ikkaku. To her he was nice and brave. They had only talked once or twice…but by the way he was talking she could tell he was quite comfortable being with her. There was hope…she would go to the dance.