This. This story is one of my three favorite. Though, it's the newest of the three. The original character in this was thought up by me way back in October of my time in 7th grade, for an awful Sue story I'd thought up following my infatuation with Kirby Super Star Ultra, my first Kirby game. She was a dumb bitch. But, she was not the main character (At least, not the original one). I soon scrapped the idea, and moved on with my obsessive sketching. I eventually came up with a certain bloodthirsty blondie, and inserted her into some sadistic Mety X OC fapfic of sorts. I decided to sprinkle some references to my previous character in there; though, she was a completely different entity by that time. I still hadn't put much thought into it. Then, I watched Pan's Labyrinth. I decided to elaborate upon my recently-dusted-off OC, had her and said blondie trade places on the shelf, and came up with the basis for this story. As my art and storytelling skills improved, I changed her design drastically and kept altering the story to fit my preferences. Eventually, most elements from the movie were "dummied out". I found that I couldn't make any of it serve a purpose. My art skills improved drastically from 7th grade to 9th, and I found that I was no longer capable of drawing my character. I gave her a dramatic makeover, and my mental image of her, as well as her personality, changed. After realizing that OC's were not the answer to making good stories, I tried to make the girl into the most attractive OC as possible. Finally, after months of going over things in my head, and removing any stories involving her from fanfiction to make room for a new concept, I decided to scrap the fanfiction genre altogether and make it my own story. I tried as hard as I could to change the names, elaborate further on everyone's personality, change the landscape and make the obvious Kirby-ness less apparent, but I failed.
Thus, I bring you the cultivation of years of hard work, and influences from many sources, from television to my friends. The characters are personified, have slightly-to-drastically different personalities, most retain their poorly-altered names, and things actually make sense. Well, at least more than the games. Also, things are serious. Very serious… I hope. I'm still pretty much a novice, so please, feel free to point out any errors, strange/gradeschooler-type wording, or anything you think I should consider adding/taking out. I'm also… not good with titles, chapter or otherwise, so any suggestions, even off-the-mark, are appreciated. Here we go…
"Sir!"
A green clad soldier saluted his superior. "The guards have noticed a commotion to the north!"
The man being addressed raised his head slightly, and drifted his gaze from the papers on his desk to his subordinate. "What kind of commotion?" He asked calmly.
"I couldn't say, sir."
"… Investigate it."
"Yessir!"
Not twenty minutes later, pained screams echoed throughout the facility. The man raised his head once more, as he heard people beyond the sliding doors.
"Come on, walk! Are you stupid?"
"This kid's giving us a hard time…"
Four knights emerged; two of which were restraining a little girl. She struggled to escape the knights' grasp, but to no avail.
"Sir! She seems to be hiding something. She's acting violent, and has surprising strength." The knight holding the girl's left arm answered.
"Was she the cause of the 'commotion'?" Their superior asked them incredulously.
"Yessir."
The man gazed down at the girl. She recoiled with wide eyes, shivering fearfully.
One of the knights piped up. "She may have done something; there was a group of kids chasing her, and tearing up the landscape in the process."
"Children?"
"Yessir. They were boys; they seemed to be in their early teens. They came from the east."
The girl looked around her, strained gasps escaping her lips.
"… Bring her to the infirmary; keep her there until further instruction."
"Yessir!" The knights hastily nodded, and shuffled out the doors.
The man sat back in his chair. "… Children."
The medic sucked his teeth with sympathy, and raised his hand to his mouth. "Well, you've certainly seen some excitement." He remarked jokingly.
The girl sat on a metal table, struggling with the thick cuffs binding her hands.
The medic traced a finger along her cheek. "You… have scars on both sides of your face. And your arms…" He referred to the burnt rings running the length of her limbs. "Were you chained up?"
The girl stared at the wall, refusing to answer.
The medic sighed, guessing what would happen if he tried her any further. He tried anyway.
"I should see if you have any other wounds, so I can treat them…" Tugging at her shirt, the medic was met with a scream and cuffs to the face.
A handful of knights entered the room. "We've been instructed to take her to the confinement room."
The medic nodded obediently, and after they'd left the room with the struggling child, he mused "That many soldiers for one little girl? What does he think she's capable of…?"
The girl's cuffs had been fastened to a chain above her head. She leaned against the far wall of the confinement room with her head held low. The darkness was suffocating, but she felt slightly thankful for the change from the blaring fluorescent lights she was used to.
It didn't take long for him to enter the room.
That intimidating man the soldiers had brought her to. She wondered endlessly why he was keeping her there. What did he want from her?
Leaving the door open for the sake of a light source, the man slowly stepped up to the bound girl. He stared at her with narrowed eyes, and she struggled to keep her focus on the floor.
"… I don't suppose you'll just tell me everything if I ask nicely?" He asked condescendingly. Crouching down, he put his hand beneath her chin and lifted the defiant girl's head. Noticing her scarred cheeks, he asked, "What happened to you?"
"Nothing." The girl replied angrily.
"So, you do speak." The man stated. "But, you continue to be difficult. You should know that defiance only inspires interest." Sighing, he looked aside. "… What do you think of those wounds?"
"They're not that bad." The girl replied quietly, eyes growing red with welled tears.
The man sighed, and stood up. "What is your name?" He asked sternly.
The girl slowly raised her head. "Name…?" She lowered her head once more. "… Sakurako…"
"I am called Meta Knight."
Meta Knight motioned for someone to enter, and the medic hurried to his side. "Sailor Dee, take her to an empty room."
"Yes, my lord." Sailor Dee replied as he undid Sakurako's shackles. As he led the girl out by her hand, she struggled to stare at Meta Knight. He was imposing, but more hospitable than anyone she had ever met. Instinctive distrust flooded her mind, and she decided she couldn't stay.
I do have big plans for this story. I love it as much as I hate small children. This will NOT just focus on Sakurako. As an original character, I really don't want her to outshine other actual characters. I can't stand the thought of scrapping this story altogether, so I'm trying to fashion Sakura into the most attractive OC I can. Most of the game characters will end up being major, so I hope this initial crap doesn't deter you from reading further (even though that's really unprofessional to say, and I should treat this as if I was writing a real book).