Dark Dark Rockman
Cinderella Pt 1
Once upon a time in a far away land lived a very interesting family with interesting people. One of these rather interesting people was a woman named Tesla who was at the head of the family and had married a very rich man and who once did love him very much. However he died not long after the marriage leaving her broken hearted and with a daughter around the ages of her own two daughters. In her grief and somewhat natural anger streak she treated the girl poorly however the older they got the more it seemed that the child did not care very much. She merely went from day to day doing whatever and after a time she eventually became close to one of her sisters.
"Netto-chan?" Rock asked one morning as Netto cleaned the breakfast dishes.
"Yeah?" Netto replied.
"Why don't you do anything?" Rock asked.
Netto shrugged, "Well, what is there to do?" she asked. Rock opened her mouth, "That I would like."
Rock jumped from the table top she was sitting on and Netto put the dishes away. "Well there's… umm…" Rock was at a loss for words.
"See," Netto said.
"You don't like doing this though," Rock pointed out.
"Who does?" Netto retorted.
Rock sighed, "Point. However, you need to do something."
"Do what?" a voice snapped from the doorway.
"Hi Dark," Netto muttered and pulled a wet cloth out of the sink.
"Hi," Dark said and walked over to Netto, pulling on her short hair. "Whatcha doin?" she asked.
Netto growled and clenched the sopping rag in her fist, "I'm trying to get through with my day. Mind leaving me alone?"
Dark draped her arms over Netto's shoulders and said, "Let's see… no."
The sopping rag was now being held so tight that the water held in it began to drip all over the floor.
"Dark-chan, leave Netto-chan alone," Rock protested.
Dark gazed at her sister, "And why should I listen to you?" she snapped.
"Because she's about three times smarter then you're ever be," Netto muttered.
Dark tightened her grip on Netto's shoulder, "Do you want to say that again?"
Netto winced at the pressure applied to her sore shoulder that she had fallen on yesterday thanks to Dark tripping her. "Yeah," Netto gasped. "Leave Rock alone."
Dark sniffed and let go of Netto's shoulder. "Fine," she snapped. "But you're gonna get it later."
Netto stuck her tongue out at Dark as she left the room. "Tattle," she muttered.
"Netto-chan!" Rock said in a reprimanding voice.
"Oh you know that Dark is the biggest brat alive," Netto snapped.
"Well… yeah…" Rock admitted.
"So, what were we talking about?" Netto asked.
"Oh!" Rock said. "You need a hobby."
Netto eyed Rock, "Right… a hobby."
"I'm serious!" Rock said. "Like… sewing, or needlepoint."
"Or… not!" Netto replied.
"Awww, come on, please!" Rock asked.
"Absolutely not," Netto muttered.
"Why? What's wrong with sewing?" Rock asked.
"Well first off, it's incredibly girly," Netto pointed out. "Secondly, I can't sew."
Rock opened her mouth, "That would present a problem."
"See?" Netto asked. "I'd rather play with the boys any day."
Rock sighed then brightened up, "I could teach you!" she said.
"Wha?" Netto asked.
"I could teach you," Rock said. "How to sew!"
"Or not!" Netto replied with fake enthusiasm.
Rock frowned, "Please?" she asked.
"No," Netto muttered.
"It'd get me away from Dark," Rock said with a pleading look in her eyes.
Netto sighed, "Oh fine. But only because it gets you away from Dark."
"YAY!" Rock cheered and pulled Netto towards the attic were the thread, needles and fabric lay abandoned.
"Laika-san," a calm voice said from behind him.
"Yes, Search?" Laika asked.
"Are you ever going to get your off your butt and actually fulfill your duty to the kingdom?" Search asked.
Laika rolled his eyes, "Why this again?"
"Because as your best friend I'd fine myself in a very bad position with your parents if I didn't remind you of this at least once a week," Search explained.
"Of course!" Laika sighed.
Search smiled, "You could just show an attempt to make them happy. It's just one night of your life," he said.
Laika rolled his eyes, "I have no desire to meet a bunch of giggling girls who don't know which way is up that merely want to meet me because I'm the prince."
Search sighed, "Laika-san, just one night. Then they're bound to leave you alone for a few months."
Laika pondered this. "Well… that's true," he admitted.
"So, plan a ball," he said. "Just one night, you make it through, at midnight you're home free for the next 4 or 5 months."
Laika nodded, "Actually, that doesn't sound too bad," he admitted.
"See?" Search asked.
Laika smiled, "All right, I think I could handle one night, I guess. If you're there with me the whole time."
"Laika-san?"
"If I have to suffer, then so do you," Laika stated simply.
Search nodded with a small grin, "Fair enough," he said.
"All right," Laika said, "When should this grand ball be?"
"How about next week?" Search asked.
"Too far," Laika sighed. "I want my parents to leave me alone… now."
"Three days?" Search suggested.
Laika grinned, "All right, three days," he said.
Search nodded, "Three more days until freedom?"
Laika gave a short laugh, "Looks like it, doesn't it?"