AUTHOR: Well, um... I'm back and working on remaking this story. It's quite embarrassing with how many mistakes I've found while rereading it and not to mention the terrible story format with little to no detail at all, only heavily relying on dialogue. May the writing gods smite me with how I've disrespected my language arts lessons!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Skip Beat, its characters, or ideas. I only own my crazy and sappy ideas. I am making Kyoko's father and Grandfather American so I do not insult any other countries' military for not using the correct ranks and terms. If I have used an incorrect military rank or term, please notify me and I will correct it ASAP, same as any errors that you may find. I appreciate POLITE criticism and flattering comments (especially flattering comments). The way I'm setting up the schools are completely NOT what actual school districts do, but I'm not going into details on that as it confuses me greatly. Thank you. Enjoy! :)
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PROLOGUE: Of Bedtime Stories and Family
It was a cold starry night when a family of three returns home after the traditional "welcome home" cinema night, the wife smiling happily as she walks next to her loving husband and their little daughter sleeping in his arms. He glances at his wife and grins brightly, switching his daughter to one arm and wraps his free arm around his wife's waist pulling her in closely. She smiles and rests her head upon his strong shoulder, and listens to him hum their wedding song. When they finally arrive home the man walks quietly to his daughter's room as his wife slowly makes her way to their room. He sets the slumbering girl gently on her bed and removes her glittery shoes with gentle hands, and as he tucks her in her favorite blanket she awakes to ask for a story; the dad smiles at her and sits at the head of her bed. He begins his tale as he slowly strokes her long raven black hair.
/Once upon a time there was a girl of sixteen with hair as dark as night and skin as soft as peaches… one day the girl went to the town library where she met a boy of nineteen. She had been reaching for a book of fairy tales that was too high for her to grasp, strangling to reach even when on her tiptoes until she felt a slight pressure on her back and then a hand reaching passed hers toward the book she wanted. Turning around quickly, they stood gazing at each other… the book forgotten in his hands… Even though their age difference was of three years the girl didn't care for she loved the boy with chocolate hair and soft golden eyes, but though she cared not her honorable father did…There he stood, tall and strong, at the altar surrounded by friends and family of both his and the love of his life. The melody of the bride is played softly and all eyes turn to the bride dressed in pure white as she floats gracefully down the aisle, her arm draped around her father's. She arrives at the altar and the music stops as the preacher asks "Who gives this woman?", and her father holds tightly to his only daughter's arm before she leans towards him to whispering in his ear , "You can let go now, daddy… your little girl is ready…". He hands her to the husband and slowly steps back as the preacher begins to speak the words of holy matrimony. They stare into each others' eyes, the love so apparent in their unbreakable gaze. She, the most beautiful woman he ever knew, and him, the most loving man she ever knew. Their words of "I do" and the sealing kiss. The happy tears run down her soft cheeks as she sees her father embrace his new son finally accepting him. And the promise of a happy life… they would live to find their happily ever after. /
"Daddy did grand-poppy hate you that much?" asked a little girl of four.
The man glances down at the raven haired girl and chuckles softly before he says, "Hates a very strong word, my little desert flower, I would say that he… mistrusted… me with your mother."
"Oh… because grand-mummy says that he wanted to send you to stay in Okinawa." She replied curiously.
"Ah, well, dear ol' poppy had the power to do that since he was the chief master sergeant of the air force." He said slowly with a strained smile.
"What's a chief sergeant?" she questioned slowly as she yawned softly.
The man smiles gently at the sleepy girl that refused to go to bed, "A chief master sergeant is the highest enlisted level of leadership in the air force. Now, you stubborn little flower, go to bed."
"Mm… one more story?" the little girl begs with a slur," Please, daddy?"
The man gives a heavy sigh, but smiles fondly at his barely awake little girl.
/Once upon a time in a great big forest filled with never wilting flowers and great big trees, there lived a kingdom of… fairies…/