9th April, 2015 Edit: Lol, I was starting the new chapter for the sequel of this when I realised I had literally forgotten everything. So I'm editing everything. Expect a lot more words and the story making more sense. Editing will take a while, and during this time I am editing, I'll be trying to finish up the chapter for the sequel of this: Steal a Thief.
So finally I had an idea for Maid Sama! :D:D:D:D As I've said, the title is Thief and the Prince. Let's just say, my imagination died for a while and rebooted! Haha references…
I think will procrastinate… My dad told me, do dis work, do dis English work, do dis maths work. DON'T DO DIS. Haha Deadlox. Never mind. Well, I'm going to type instead. Took me a while to get some ideas. Just me looking out of the bus window.
It was a harsh environment. When it was winter, it would freeze, in summer, it would overheat. In the country ruled by Prince Gerald Walker, half the place was filthy rich, the other half poor, but it's not like the rich people would care, would they?
The rich area of the country was Miyabigaoka and the poor were Seika. Every person who lived in the Seika region would have to bow before Gerald. The 3 main persons who played large majors of the country were Gerald Walker who ruled over the entire country, his brother who often roamed Seika, and Igarashi Tora who oversaw things in Miyabigaoka.
They were in the most powerful people and many called them handsome, cool, sexy etc. No one personally knew Gerald's brother except for those two other men, since he rarely ever showed up in public as the 'Prince'.
Seika desperately tries to survive each day, with poverty and debts in factor. Families would double, which resulted more mouths to feed, more work needed to be done and then hunger hit. Merchants were mean and unfair, not willing to give unless they were given the correct amount of money and in most cases more. Due to poverty, modern day vehicles, electrics and devices were unaffordable making the Seika region go back to the olden times in which such things never existed.
The lucky ones, who were the rich bastards, lived well, had money, selfish and greedy, ate well and the worst… Had authority, if ranked highly in the area, to take in some parts of the land and people who lived there in the Seika region. There were only 10 including the two Walkers and Igarashi Tora. Even so, those 3 men were young. Gerald was 23 while his brother and Tora were 17.
Because of this, some people resorted to stealing or going into the black market or trading. This resulted conflict and those caught stealing were punished, maybe killed, sold off or something, but it never ended well for thieves.
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"Onee-chan," said Suzuna, "how much food do we have left?"
Misaki looked at her sister and the supply cupboard. Everything in their cramped hut house was worn, old or broken.
"I don't think we have any. The bread has gone mouldy," she said. Ever since her father left with the money to leave the sisters and their mother to protect themselves. Anyways, he was probably dead, captured or actually missing.
Got to steal again, thought Misaki. She had done it plenty of times. Though she was poor, she was still very healthy, excluding exhaustion and hunger. She was also strong, smart and sly. She hated men for their overpowering 'movements' and how they think women can't look after themselves and only mere trophies in their eyes.
She was independent and had to look after her mother and sister. She treasured them the most, no one else would be trusted, sometimes not even herself. She always had her emotions locked up, only keeping, revenge, anger and hatred keeping her motivated to stay alive and moving. The only fondness she showed was towards her family.
Misaki went out during the night, looking for any passing carriages. Soon enough there was one. She scoured the area, and went through the back. Cars and other similar vehicles were hard to get unless you were rich. Carriages were standard and reasonable transportation in the Seika region. If you had the money to pay the tax, you could have one.
She went through one of the flaps on the side of the slow moving carriage, taking one of the boxes that were filled with food of some sort. It was heavier than she thought but it wouldn't prove to be a problem or a difficulty.
The carriage suddenly bumped and she tripped over inside the carriage, a loud thud echoing throughout the transportation. The driver had stopped immediately when he heard the thud and started shouting. Misaki didn't realise that two stunning, shining emerald eyes eyed her in secrecy from a small hole in the seating compartment, because she was too busy running for it. She made her way out of the carriage through where she entered and sprinted all the way back to her home.
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"My! Misaki, this is rich people's food!" said her mother. The buns were filled with meat and some with red bean, ground sesame and other delicacies. The small family of 3 ate in silence, being careful so that neighbours would realise that they had food.
Misaki thought whether they would find the thief, aka her. It was rare to see rich men's food in the Seika region. She felt proud that she could steal without being caught.
The following morning, someone came knocking at their door.
"There's been another filthy thievery. Do you know anyone to do this?" the rude man spat at Misaki's mother, emphasizing 'filthy'. She felt like giving him a good punch square in the face.
"No, there are only my children. They couldn't have," she said. She was Minako Ayuzawa, who was still quite the charming lady although married (and widow). She was known for her good lying skills and wonderfully sadistic personality she had been extremely pissed off. The man left without another word. This was the life of the Ayuzawa family. Just desperate to stay alive and together.
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The food was savoured, but it didn't last long. After a week, Misaki knew that she would have to steal again. Water was filthy so people had learnt to live without it. Crops were hard to grow in the dry conditions. It was spring, meant to be blooming with happiness, but highly unlikely with conditions like this.
Clothing was also a big problem. They were expensive. So Minako would hand down her clothes to Misaki and then Suzuna. Misaki grew more than her mother so the only clothes she would wear were one of the clothes she stole from another carriage. They were worn and dirty, not that it would matter. Her shoes were uncomfortable but would last. Her shirt was tucked into her baggy pants that had holes in the knee and near the ankle. They were grey and brown covered with dirt.
Due to the many adventures of stealing, Misaki learned that if you were to steal in the morning, then it is going to be a high chance of being caught. It was still pretty obvious without even actually doing it. But this time, it was desperate. Minako had caught a cold and had a high fever. Though it would be easy to treat, it would be hard to get the medicine and with all the filthiness in the area would result the cold to be even worse than it is.
Misaki needed clean water. Expensive but it was just there on the stands that lined up the street.
She crept against the wall slowly towards the water stand. Next to the stand was the butcher. She had to extra careful. The man who owned the butcher store was stronger than her, not as fast, but once she was caught he could be deadly. She swiped a medium sized water bottle, but in her hurry, she tripped over a plank of wood, scraping her leg causing pain to spread. The butcher was soon alerted, looking at the miserable thief. He grabbed Misaki's arm yanking her to stand, although she couldn't without enormous effort.
"So you're the one who last took some meat from me eh?" he breathed so heavily, Misaki could smell his horrible breath. It was true that she had stolen from him before and it was merely dried beef jerky. "Last time you're going to steal from anyone else."
He brought his butcher's knife at Misaki's right arm. Terrified, Misaki attempted to get out of his grip, only to make him grip harder around her wrists. She closed her eyes waiting for the pain.
She knew when to be angry and scared. But either way, she'll lose her arm and wouldn't be able to protect or help her family. It would be infected and she would die in the end.
The blade made its way to her arm, but not very deeply. But still, it stung and it bled. Opening her eyes, after the shock, the butcher let go of her to find that his knife was thrown away somewhere and he looked at his arm in shock. A young man about her age with blond hair and emerald green eyes glared at the man, with his leg raised in the air as if he just attacked him with his leg.
Desperate in escape, Misaki scurried along only to make her trip again, twisting her ankle. This time, she cried out in pain by the tiniest bit. The person who saved her looked at her sincerely and picked her up in a bridal way.
"What are you-" she started.
"Stop struggling. You're only going make it worse," he said, quite bemused. She knew he meant her wounds not herself. Some of the people passing by stared at the scene. The females blushed at the man, and she could tell that some of them were jealous of his good looks and sexiness- Um… she totally did not admit that he looked good!
"Who are you?" she said, blushing heavily that she was being carried by a man who was obviously a rich person and thinking of those thoughts.
"Hm… Someone you stole from yesterday," he said, smirking.
This. Evil. Ignorant. Perverted. Man. Wait. What? How did he know it was me? This guy must have some alien abilities.
"Alien," she murmured then instantly shut up as it was a slip of the mouth.
"Calling me an alien, eh? You're the one looking so miserable and unprotected," he said in a teasing way.
"Pervert!" she exclaimed. She struggled even more to get out of his grip. Her right arm was numb and she couldn't bear to move her leg either but her left arm managed to push him. But he didn't even budge.
She didn't where they were going. What mattered was that her mother and Suzuna were okay and that she needed to return to them.
"You don't want to do that. I'll drop you and you'll be injured again," he said briskly. She was put into a vehicle with soft leather seating. He tied up her arm and leg then put a white blanket on her.
"So people can't see you. Don't move," he said as she was about to open her mouth.
She really wanted to escape knowing that he'll probably sell her or something even worse. Abusing people with little power was common now.
The vehicle sped up and the ride was somewhat bumpy but later on it became much smoother. She waited in procrastination for an hour. The blanket was taken off her. The man positioned her so that she was sitting. Misaki wanted it all to end because it was getting on her nerves that a man was touching her.
She looked out what was a glass window and her eyes widened in surprise. The mansion was as large as a palace. For royalty really. How could this man be connected to this place?
"Well, I'm getting you out now. Don't struggle," he said with a smile. He, once again, picked her up and carried her. Some people, probably servants, came to his aid at the entrance but he just shooed them off. He must have been really important if he had control over them.
"Dear brother. What pest have you brought home?" said a man. It was not mistake but it was Gerald. In confusion and frustration, she, again, scrambled to get out of the man's hold.
She was then a bit angry at Gerald for calling her a pest and the man holding her for not letting go.
"Hm? She's my maid," said the blonde.
"Wait… You're a Walker? And I'm NOT your maid," she asked. Was it true? Was she really going to be this guy's maid?
He merely smirked and put her in a chair too comfortable for her, taking off the ropes that tied her arms and legs together.
"Don't just pick up strays. We have a system you know," Gerald says, glaring at me in disgust or rather it seemed like something else like anger and jealousy combined.
"Yeah, the rich stay in the rich, poor will die," said the blonde shrugging. Misaki felt like someone just slapped her in the face when he said that the poor will just die.
"But then again-" starts Gerald. He was cut off by his brother.
"She's cute," he says simply.
Eh? What?! Thought Misaki. If it weren't for his harsh statement of the poor, she would have turned strawberry red, even though she could feel it creeping on her face.
"Aw, how cute. How nice is it that a rich person would complement the filthy," says Gerald in a sarcastic tone. How much Misaki felt like punching him right in the guts so that they would be obliterated and he would never had the courage to retort ever again…
She tried to stand up then felt extremely dizzy on the verge of blacking out. Caught by the hand and waist, the brother of Gerald held Misaki towards him as if she was a cuddly kitten.
"You don't and won't want to do anything to her," said the blonde, "after all, she's mine." Was all Misaki could hear before fully blacking out.
So… What do you all think? I can't wait till I write the next chapter.
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