Un-betad. Wanted to do this for ages. It will be a short multi-chap. Hope everyone enjoys and this is the first version/first chapter. It's short chronicles that will slowly form into an odd yet romantic plot.
Please review? ;)
It started on a summer morning.
In his house in Ferryport Landing, where he came to visit his brother every few months, it also offered an escape from his mother. Though even if he did live around three miles away from his brother and that family, Mustardseed knew it was in his best interests if he stayed away from the Grimms. His brother was one of the problems, the strange food was another, and... another problem was currently sitting right in front of him with a crowbar in her hands and one of his expensive cooking pots on her head.
He rubbed his forehead and glanced at the clock on his bedside stand.
8:03 am
That was too early for something like this.
He began, slowly and quietly, "What... are you doing?"
The young girl replied, just as slow, "Watching you sleep."
He sighed, "Why?"
"Uh, well, don't know really..." She looked so puzzled that Mustardseed felt a little sorry for her till he remembered that he locked the front door last night.
Mustardseed stared up at the ceiling, "The crowbar?"
"The door was locked."
"Yes. There was a reason for that!"
The girl scowled, "What's your problem? Windows are easy to replace."
"That is not the problem! You broke into my house. Again!"
"So?"
"Daphne!"
And it continued into the later summer months...
Mustardseed would be at the grocery store, browsing the wide variety of products, and reluctantly grabbing a large selection of ramen noodles, because culinary arts weren't his thing. Then there would be a flip of brown hair right beside him and down he would look and...
"Hey Daphne."
She grinned, "Yo! Whatcha lookin' at, my dear Muster?"
Mustardseed made a face at the name and responded tiredly, "Why are you stalking me?"
Daphne gasped, "I'm not! Buying groceries for Granny! Honestly..." She rolled her eyes, "This is a public store, you know."
He glared at her, resisting the urge to dump packages of ramen noodles over her, "You've been following me since I left the house."
"No proof."
"Where's your basket for your 'groceries for Granny', huh?"
"Well. Crud."
It first started early summer, or at least the first signs of something wrong started when Mustardseed first came to Ferryport Landing. Settling into his house, he went for a surprise visit to the Grimms. The visit went fairly well, Puck was startled, yet pleased to see him, Sabrina had beeen cordial, Granny Relda had given him a hug and Daphne...
She ran from the room as though the dead had risen and was chasing her.
Mustardseed had tried to not let it bother him and it didn't...
Till she broke into his house.
Followed him when he went on errands.
Offered to cook him food.
Daphne Grimm was a stalker.
"I didn't know you liked bubbles."
Mustardseed jumped so hard that his rubber duck went flying in the air, hit the ceiling and landed on his head. Water splashed over the side of the tub and he burrowed himself in the water as deep as possible to cover himself.
"What the hell!"
He locked bathroom door. He did.
"Your door locks totally suck, you know."
"Daphne!"
On her fourth visit, Mustardseed grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, sitting across from her. It was time to figure out exactly what her problem with him was.
Daphne was staring around his house, looking fascinated, "Wow. Nice. I don't usually see much of the house. You know, it's usually late at night when I break in so..."
Mustardseed groaned and asked, "Look. What is your problem?"
She crossed her arms, "I don't have one."
"You break into my house and watch me sleep." He said.
"Snow told me to follow my feelings!" She replied defensively.
That was... unexpected. Did she...? He didn't know anything about girls, nothing, nada. This was... she was pretty. First step, verify.
His voice was soft when he asked the next question, "What... do you feel when you look at me?"
"My heart starts beating fast, like really fast... oh! But mostly like I am going to puke and my entire soul is being swallowed by black hole from the dark side. It's awful."
"... Get out."
By the time it was autumn, he had changed the locks ten times, replaced the windows twelve times, and adopted a guard dog named, Brownie. Which was absolutely useless because he was pretty sure that the dog was helping Daphne get into the house.
Mondays were the usual times that the Grimm girl would break in around 9-10 am while he slept. Deciding to use this to his advantage, Mustardseed drew up a quick menu and pinned it to the door, requesting his breakfast for the morning.
If the girl had to stalk him, at least she could do something useful while she was at it.
...
"Why are the eggs blue?"
"Isn't blue your favorite colour?"
"That isn't the point!"
One morning when he woke up, the curtains were drawn, light was shining in the bedroom and Daphne was sitting on the foot of his bed.
"That is really creepy, you know." He said.
Daphne frowned, "Really? I thought it might be romantic."
"That makes it twice as creepy."
She continued, as though he never said anything, "I read this book about this girl who was drawned towards a boy. So, since I am being drawn to you... I wanted to try out all the different things they did!"
Mustardseed yawned and stretched, "Oh? What else have you been doing? Other than breaking my windows, bewitching my dog, and wearing my favorite pot."
"Don't be silly. You never use this pot." She gestured to the cooking pot on her head, that she insisted was her ninja stealth hat.
The difference between now and the past was...
Mustardseed was sitting in his bed, talking to a stalker, who befriends guard dogs, wears cooking pots on her head and wields a crowbar.
And he wasn't freaking out.
It's actually felt a bit nice.
"You don't sparkle in the sunlight, you're not super perfect, or extremely handsome so... I ruled out the vampire theory."
Ouch.
"... Leave out the same window you came in."
"Eh?"