Title: Burgundy Crown
Author: ShArOnNie
Author's Notes: Hello everyone! Thank you for reading my fanfic, domo arigatou! This is my first time writing a fanfic and I hope you all enjoy reading this. (^)_(0)
If you like the fanfic, please review, otherwise I'm not sure if I shoit'd continue it or not.
Prologue
Golden pillars decorated the throne room along with pictures of fiery dragons swirling on the ceiling. Relaxing smell of perfume puffed throughout the room could be sniffed anywhere five feet of the vicinity of the room. Magnificent designs on the carpet of vivid patterns and luxurious, grand Phoenixes signified the reign of the ruler, the dear emperor of the Hyuga Dynasty,
Hyuga Yuudai.
He was known to his country as a man of honor and fiery spirits, therefore depicting a pheonix, strong like a dragon, and important like the heat of the sun. A good ruler he was, fair to his people and considerate of their opinions.
Yuudai was loved by his people too, but as far as love can go, there's also hate. After all, love and hate is on the same side of a coin.
It happened fast and like a dream. Sitting on his chair, like on any regular day, discussing about the growth of the country with the people of his court when suddenly the door slammed open.
Quick and swift, men masked in black quickly ran towards the emperor, holding on to sharp blades and sharp kunais.
The court men gasped in shock as they saw the threat coming close to the emperor, they rushed over in poor attempt to protect their king.
But it was too late, the blade pierced his heart and blood seeped out.
Cries of the people echoed in the empty room as they shouted in despair, "the emperor is dead!"
Hyuga Yuudai died on 7211 AE
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But that's only the beginning...
Sakura flowers
swaying in the warm autumn wind,
colorful colors decorate the morning sky,
With her face smiling near me,
Now, she's gone and
I'm left alone to reminisce
as the sweet scent reached my nose...
Natsume crinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of perfume his mother is spraying on her kimono. He flopped down on the sofa while covering his nose and mouth and shaking his head in disgust. Kaori glared at her son, she strutted to him with her arms on her hip.
"Now now, Natsume, you don't have time to sit around, idling about the smell of my perfume, how stinky it might smell to you." she glared at her son.
Natsume's eyes twinkled in amusement in his mother's childish behavior, "I don't have to time to sit around dilly-dallying? Oh ho, are you talking about meeting with the harlot?"
Kaori gasped in surprise at her son's behavior, "she's the princess of Aisu, address her properly."
"Right right, Princess Luna of Aisu, it's not like we haven't met before." Natsume shuddered in disgust of the memory, "the last time she came over, she clung on my arm and refused to let go. Ay, she was overconfident and arrogant."
His mother slapped his arm and let out a deep sigh as she sat on the sofa with him, Kaori looked at her son worriedly. "Are you upset about the arrange marriage?"
Natsume stayed quiet. His crimson eyes wandering over the smooth design of the wood.
"..Do you still love that girl?"
He pressed his lips together in a thin line, "why would I?"
His mind traced back to the memory of her light blue curly hair as her crystal eyes danced in the sunlight. The faint trace of her smile still visible as she handed him a blue sapphire.
"Natsu-chan! Keep this in memory of me!"
The soft palm of her little hand grabbed his and she held out her pinky finger, "We will be together forever, right?"
"Mhmm!"
Kaori watched her son's dazed expression as she sadly smiled and thought, 'I'm sorry I put you into such a situation where you have no control over..'
"Well, come on, my son, tonight will be a busy night and there are much to prepare! I'm going to go to town with the servants today, Aoi will be coming."
Natsume glanced at his mother and raised an eyebrow,
"are you sure mother? Isn't it dangerous for us to go out wandering in the streets?"
Kaori flinched, "don't worry.. it's going to be okay."
Kaori shivered as she thought back of that night.
Her legs felt cold and weak as she dropped down near her husband as he choked on his own blood, "-K-Kaori.." He managed to spat out and she quickly rushed to his side and held him close to her. He slipped a shaky hand on her cheek and smiled weakly. Her tears dripped down onto his face as he wiped the tears away,
"It's o-okay.. t-Take care of A-aoi and N-Natsume..."
Her eyes blurred as her husband dropped his hand.
"NOOOOO!"
Natsume hugged his shaking mother, "Sorry..." She returned the gesture as she carried on his shoulder and hugged him close to her.
She ran through the abandoned alley as her cloak swished behind her, stopping once a while to catch her breath. Her brown eyes scanned the lively streets as marketers bang pots together in an attempt to draw attention, "Fresh scallions, caught straight from the sea! buy now!"
Eliciting a crowd of people around him, Mikan walked to the stand, trying to act as normal as she can as she slowly drew her hood down. The loud chattering of the crowd concealed her small footsteps as she slugged her bag over her shoulder, slowly she etched forward.
'Act normal'
"Thump Thump Thump"
'Act normal'
Her hand reached out as the crowd of people covered her, she snaked a handful of fish in her hands as she snuck it in her bag. She mentally clapped at her achievement and proudly walked away from the stand, unnoticed.
Mikan put her hood back on and she slip into an open caravan.
The nauseating smell of beer and vomit made her head ache, the dim light only made it worst as she clenched her teeth and stiffly walked inside. Her eyes traced for a weak victim, glancing at every corner filled with large pot belly men gambling their money and cheering in joy at their win. Mikan snorted in distaste.
Ah! Blue shirt, white purse and fancy jewelry adorned the woman's body as she took a sip of her champagne. Her legs crossed and one arm folded over her chest in a show of courage and bravery. Mikan smirked, 'a great target.' Mikan leaned on the wall, waiting for the right time to attack.
Her eyes wander once a while and she caught sight of the cheering men as one greedily shoved his gold into his shirt pocket, she twitched enviously.
Sighing, Mikan looked back at her target, she was in the same position. Mikan started tapping her foot in annoyance and impatience.
Her sharp eye caught sight of a well dressed man walking up to her, a smirk slipped its way across her face as Mikan prepared her muscles.
A business man, looking no older than 35, offered the woman a small smile as he sat down beside her and showed her his card. Her target laughed as she lost her composure and Mikan took this as a sign. Quickly, Mikan darted forward and snatched the purse from the woman. Her laughing face quickly twisted into a look of horror as she saw a black shadow sprinting away.
She screamed, "THIEFF!"
Mikan cursed as she ran straight out and the door swung after her, turning her head, she gulped as she saw the business man running after her with the woman next to him.
"Thief!"
"Stop right there!"
The loud shout drew a lot of attention from the people as they turned to look, others chased after her.
Mikan was grateful she was experience in the art of stealing as she turned into a corner and run down in a U-turn back to the abandoned alley, the footsteps disappearing after her and she can hear the cries of the people, "Where is she!?"
"How horrible, right in the middle of the streets too.."
She panted heavily and slouched down near the thick grass as the tall walls shielded her from the harsh criticizing glare of the sun. She wiped her sweat away from her forehead and tied her hair up into twin pigtails.
Slowly, she got up and grinned happily.
"Eh.. So even a lowly thief can feel proud despite their shameless actions."
Author's Notes:
Ahh! This chapter is finally completed! Please review and tell me your thoughts!
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