I own nothing except for some characters and parts of the plot.
"Hontaru! Mikurin! Come eat dinner!" a mother's voice rang throughout the humble household of the Kurozuki family. Younger brother Hontaru and older sister Mikurin marched into the dining room and sat down in their places.
"Mikurin! Don't you know anything about being a lady!? Tuck your skirt in before you sit!" mother was always scolding Mikurin for being so unwomanly.
Mikurin stood back up reluctantly, tucked her skirt in with mock-manners and sat back down with a huff. Dinner continued silently until out of the blue, an assertive voice stated that "You are going to have a tutor, Mikurin!"
"Whaaa-t!? Maa! I'm doing fine in school! Besides, I've never needed a tutor in the 8 short years of my life!" She definitely had enough nagging and stress from mom, dad, school and especially that rascal Hontaru. "I'm not hiring a tutor to teach you school subjects, this tutor is for you to learn some proper lady's etiquette, starting tomorrow!" Mikurin's jaw fell onto the table along with her fork and meatball which continued to its final destination which was sadly, her skirt and then mother's precious rug.
Father continued reading the evening paper pretending not to know (so he could take his chance and avoid having to buy her another one)
"Mikurin!!" her mother's voice thundered.
This concluded her last supper of round balls of anything.
Friday was the day after…
"Maa!!~ I'm home from- Oh maman, you're here" she could see that her mother was in a stormy mood; her eyes were closed with a frown on her face, probably from the 'precious fabrics+meatball sauce' incident from yesterday. Out of curiosity, little girl approached upset mother, "Moth-AHH". "NEXT DOOR RIGHT NOW!" was her response before she wilted back into her seat with the same frown.
With that Mikurin made her own angry face and slammed the door shut on her way out; it wasn't uncommon for her parents to be unhappy with her. It almost seemed they discriminated against her and Hontaru. But this etiquette-tutor was a whole new obstacle that would just to make her life harder.
This is embarrassing! A tutor for ladies' etiquette…? What a shame… and to have my next door neighbor as a tutor just makes it a whole lot more embarrassing.
Next door… That's where the mysterious old woman lives. I heard she only comes out at night and has a magical herb garden that is sometimes visited by the spirits of half slaughtered cows! I sometimes get made fun of by the children at school that I live beside a witch! Well, it's what I've heard but there are a lot of rumors going around about her.
She trudged on across her front yard and didn't forget to step on a few of her mom's flowers. She walked along the narrow gravel road and finally reached the front door of the witch's house.
So hey... this is pretty much my second fanfic I ever uploaded... but you don't have to know about the others heh...
I actually spent alot of time on this during summer...
Yeah if I were less tired I would've used exclamation marks at the end of these but yeah. hi hi hello~
And oh my shizz..! Most importantly, I'd like to say a sincere 'sorry' for the random change in POVs... the little marks I made got pwned when I uploaded my .doc file :(
I'll edit this or just poke myself in the eye and try my best from now on...
As for pairings... it will probably have like really, tiny little hints.
I'm not even sure if the hints will lead up to anything.
Cuz you know... I'm cool and I'm not like "then Gonzales pulled her into a bear hug and confessed his love to Rosemary".
Shucks... sooo tired.
Just as a heads-up... I probably live right on the other side of the Earth from most of you guys, so expect really slow dawn-ly-ish(?) updates.
It takes me days (or weeks) to secrete these things from my head; like maybe 100-200 words per time I try writing.
Plus, there's also that chance of me giving up on this.
Rain and thunder where I am. you?