My Fanfic One-Shot (Mutli-Chap) Contribute for KiMa Week 2015!
Day 1: Emerald and Gold
I Will be doing a Digital version of this when I am more free. I had decided to do all my artwork for KiMa Week Traditionally since I color more faster with it.
Basically, My contribution for KiMa Week would be half fanfic - half artwork. One justifying the other
Note: This is an Alternate Universe, and I apologize for not updating "Your Cupid, Excalibur. I really cannot get pass my author's block on the last chapter.
Link to the artwork: http(:/) art/I-found-Her-546010163
"When I grow up I want to be a warrior!" Her high pitched voice rang throughout the room, some would cringe to it, some would say she needs to sew her mouth because of her bloody voice while some had gone to the extent of plunging her mouth with anything eatable to hush her. While, for me, I love hearing her voice unless she is shouting in my ear. "What? No, you cannot!" I protested, almost knocking down our plates and glass when I stood up. "Huh? Why?" her heart shaped face had grown two lumps as she puffed her cheeks, showing she was disappointed with my idea of not letting her. "The reasons are many, it will take forever if I will tell you, and that means we will miss lots and lots of foods to eat!" "But we can always eat those while talking!" "No, that would be improper and have no manners." As much as I like seeing her so freely, doing everything she wants with no rules to bind her, I feel so refreshed that I cannot help but to smile. That is her, but I am different. Rules had become a part of my life along with the expectations of many that I am not even aware about. Disobeying the rules and proper conduct had become a flu to me, making me whimper and vomit, the punishments I receive for disobeying are hard to forget. "But that is my dream Kiddo…"
"Sir, It is time for breakfast. Please, make yourself representable and the event will be held tonight." My golden eyes opened lazily as I groaned inside, the lack of sleep and the abrupt awakening of the head butler had made my patience grow thin. "I will, thank you and you may leave now." I spoke with a tired tone, reclining my back on the soft plush chair of the library. Memories of her had kept on haunting me, every single memory I had with her are my dreams of the night and day, and when I dream of something different, I would always wake up drained and tired even if the sleep I had is the recommended for my certain age. "Thank you, dear sir, abut before I leave, your father had wished that you would pick someone tonight." "I see what I can see and choose whom I want to choose. Thank you, you may leave." I said once more in a stern voice, luckily he had picked up my sour mood and finally decided to leave me alone with my thought. 'I wonder how she is…' That green eyes that would bring the emerald and green forest to shame, her hair sweet as lilac and rose with the strands that are strong and silk like the strands of a spider web, her skin soft and smooth like cream. I wonder if she still holds these traits or had become even more breathtaking that I remembered, even more than the first day we had met. But all of those were in the past now, all of those are only memories of mine to keep, either to cherish or to forget and in my case; I had chosen to cherish it, because she is the only one who had brought me true happiness.
People were scattered throughout the hall. People chatting, laughing, dancing, eating and all such things are happening at the ball all at once, disturbing my peace. The moon, a perfect circle hanging high at the black sky decorated with luminous stars was a perfect view from the wooden bench of my family's garden. Even with being miles apart from the crowd of people, their noises had still managed to ruin my peace and my last hold of my sanity. These kinds of gathering had never been a bother to me until light had shed upon me and the truth had been told. These events were made for a reason, a reason where only my image is important and not my well-being. Standing up from my comfortable sit, I had decided that it was better off to show myself to the waves of people, people with many faces I never seen, so many delilahs waiting to be asked for their hand. Ladies who dreamt of becoming mine, but all of it are only in their fantasies. For whom, the lady I want to be with excelled so much in hiding that it is still taking me years to find her. "I finally you showed yourself my dear son." My father spoke, flashing out of nowhere that made my heart jump a mile. "I do not plan to shame you father. Plus, you had never taught me to hide or ran away with this kind of situations." I countered, it seems that today everyone in this palace had decided to test my patience."Indeed, you don't run or hide, but you are indeed stubborn as a rock with choosing no one." "Because, the number of people passing my test is none, father." "No one had passed the test? Or no one had passed her?" And then my heart had dropped "I am your father Kid, and it is easy to read you. But when I wished that you would act according to your age, I never thought you would turn into a stubborn kid. "Father, I am not a stubborn kid!" I stomped my foot on the floor, which I immediately regret when I saw the grin on my father's face. "Ah, yes, you are not a stubborn kid, but a whiny one." A face heated with embarrassment, I left my chuckling father and proceeded where all the laughter and smiles are found.
"Hi, good evening my dear prince, it is a pleasure meeting you, I-" "Ah, yes, thank you. My night is fine and thank you for the compliments on the food. We do have the finest chefs in the country. Yes the weather is fine and thank you, my looks are from my parents, but I do wish to be alone now. Thank you and have a great evening." That was the eighteen girl that had tried to grab my attention on my thirty minutes of standing in this ballroom. I only came to show myself, but the idea of dancing, chatting and even socializing with others is now revolting to me. I left the girl with her mouth wide opened, I didn't mind turning and see that she is now glaring and cursing every breath that I take. My feet had led me to the balcony, the balcony I hate yet held the most precious memories I have. Leaning on the railings, I sighed at how exhausted, I am already. "Am I to be blamed if I find the people here unpleasant to the eyes?" "No, but it does not mean you need to be rude to them." "Huh?" I turned where the voice had come from, and when our eyes met I stood there frozen. "I apologize for what I am going to say, but the way you treated those girls are venom in my eyes." "I beg your pardon?" What was happening was unbelievable, I don't know if my past is haunting me or I am speaking to a ghost. "Please, act like a gentleman and not an arrogant, stubborn prince." With that her body moved, signaling that she was about to leave and when I finally realized, I had grabbed her wrist and trapped her between my arms.
'Maka?' my mind was screaming at me, telling me that the girl in front of me is her. Her hair was up, braided around like a bun tied with a jade green ribbon ornamented with leaves to finish the design of a rose, some of her hair was loose and hanging on bare shoulders. Her gown was the color of a fully bloomed dandelion, she was stunning, simple yet beautiful, but what caught my attention was her eyes. The same eyes that captivated me on my childhood days, that same eye that could see right through the soul, eyes that brought emeralds to shame. "Sir, if you won't move I shall take this as a sexual harassment." I pulled myself away from her after hearing her warning. No, I cannot put my family's name into shame. I mentally scolded myself, about how I acted over this, on how I always over react around her. 'Her…' I looked up at her, the moon shining at her back. She looks like the Maka I knew, but their personalities are different. "My apologies, I have acted such out of character. I thought you were someone I knew before." "Ohh?" she said with a raise of an eyebrow, "And my I know who is this person?" "An old friend of mine, but that is the past. She is… gone." "Ohh." Her, voice was also different, it was not the high pitched voice I had love, instead it was soft yet strong, the happiness is nowhere to be found. "Maka." "Huh?" "My name is Maka my dear prince, and it is nice meeting you." Why is she telling me her name? Had she forgotten about me? When we were kids she said she wanted to be a warrior and left on the same day, ever since that day I waited for her, there was not a single day I would stare at my bedroom door and wait for it to be opened with a slam and a pigtailed girl tackling me with her hug. I always waited for that day to come again, but now, I am confused. Could she possibly be… "You seem disappointed, is there something wrong?" 'Yes,' "No." I closed my eyes and smiled instead, bowing to her and holding my hand open. "I apologize for my rudeness earlier, but may I have this dance?" Yes, a dance might solve it. Solve the bleeding heart, I have for the moment. "Only with one condition." Then I felt her gloved hand on mine, will I dare look at her? Look at the face whom may have forgotten about me and the memories we shared? "I will dance with you if you will also apologize to every girl you had hurt this evening. "That will be hard, considering with the mass of people at the ball." "Then, it will be a no." I groaned, yes, it is now finalized that everyone is clearly trying to get into my nerves today. "A dance and a walk?" "Dance or no dance, that is what I can only offer." A chance or no chance? That is what had registered in my mind, 'Ahh.. Now I see…' "Very well, please excuse me, It seems I have some girls I owe an apology to." Turning, I heard a giggle the sparked my heart and made me smile truly once again. Indeed, I have waited, waited for countless years for her return, and when she did, I was nothing more than the prince this country knew. Maybe it was wrong to expect her to remember me, to get back where we left off. 'She may lost the memories we made, but it doesn't mean we can no longer make new ones to remember'. People change, people forget, and permanent is only an illusion. She may not remember me like how I had remembered her, or she may be a different Maka than the one I knew. Nevertheless. I was still given a chance, a dance for the first time with our second encounter. 'At least, I found her.'
Maybe, it is time for the stubborn gold meets the brave emerald.