To those who don't know me, I'm Rhenellen or at least the Rhen part of it. I'm the main writer of this account, Ellen is the one who comes up with the ideas. I've written another story called The Sea, You, and I (Assassination Classroom and OC protagonist) and if you're a fan of the anime or the manga then check it out if you like.
We're planning to write more stories in the nearby future. For now, this is our second Fanfiction. Yay.
Forgive me if there are grammar or spelling mistakes and thanks for checking the story out. Read and review. If you're not interested, then you can move on to another story.
Prologue: Once Upon A Time
Moving to a new country was difficult, this especially applied to a certain red head that was walking the streets of Los Angeles.
'But I feel like I'm in trouble!' The individual thought, glancing at the native boys running by him. '…I'm sure my English will get better, but…Why didn't I manage to make any friends?! Is it because I don't look fun to be with? I don't think I appear gloomy...' he began to scratch the back of his head in irritation. 'I never thought I'd need to think about how to get a friend!'
"Hey." An icy voice suddenly said in Japanese. He snapped out of his stupor and came face to face with a petite girl with shocking snow white hair and melted silver eyes. And he thought his red hair stood out. Another boy with dark hair stood next her. "We don't have enough people. Do you want to play with us?" her emotionless voice sounded out of place with the image of the cute, pale girl wearing pink shorts, a white tank top, a navy jacket tied around her waist.
"Don't go off scaring him, now." The taller, dark-haired boy with his long bangs covering one eye lightly chided with a smile. He wore an orange shirt and pale blue jean shorts as he held a basketball in one hand. "Sorry about her. We're shorthanded, want to come and join us for a game of basketball?"
"Huh? Yeah..." then he suddenly realized, "Wait, what?! Japanese?!"
"I thought you might be Japanese too! I came last year. What's your name?" the other boy asked.
"Kagami Taiga."
"I'm Himuro Tatsuya. Nice to meet you." He introduced and turned to the albino girl. "And this is Shirayuki Hakuoh. She's really quiet but she's a nice person when you get to know her. Everyone calls her Snow for her…you know what."
Kagami nodded in understanding. Her white hair and pale skin definitely reminded him of a snow woman. And her cold voice added to the effect.
"Himuro, the others are waiting." The little girl reminded him in a soft voice.
"You know basketball?" he asked while spinning the ball on a finger.
"Yeah, a little from sports class…"
As the three walked to the nearby courts, one of the boys there turned and called for the dark-haired boy, "Hey Tatsuya, did you find someone?"
"Yeah, his name's Taiga!" he answered back in fluent English.
"Great, Taiga and Snow will play on Tatsuya's side then!"
The game started with Himuro having the ball as he was being guarded by another boy. Even so, the dark-haired boy easily maneuvered and did a three-pointer. The ball went in with the swish sound of the net. Kagami watched in amazement at the boy's skills. The next round started as Shirayuki dribbled the ball at the middle of the court.
"Is she going to be alright?" Kagami doubted in a whisper.
Himuro, who was next to him, smiled in confidence and told him, "Don't worry about her. You should feel sorry for the guy guarding her."
Hearing this peaked Kagami's interest as he watched Shirayuki dribble the ball at an even pace, still standing at her same spot. She took a deep breath before sprinting towards the hoop. The one guarding her reacted. She continued running and it seemed as if she was going to collide with into the guy but immediately leaped backwards and finished off with a three pointer like Himuro.
"Nice one, Hakuoh!" Himuro congratulated, lightly slapping her back after the ball went in.
"Ouch…"
'They're amazing!' Kagami thought, after watching them play. 'Even a beginner like me can tell!'
"Damn it, Tatsuya! You beat me again!"
"How did you do that move?" another American asked Shirayuki, who wore the look of indifference.
They continued playing until the sun started to set. The three kids walked home together, carrying along their backpacks.
"Hey. Himuro-kun, how did you make friends with everyone when you look so gloomy?" Kagami asked out of the blue.
The boy in question stopped walking and turned to him slightly hurt. "That was uncalled for..."
"Albeit true…" Shirayuki murmured from her position.
"That's harsh!" complained Himuro, looking more hurt hearing it from her.
"I talked with people, but somehow they don't feel like close friends to me! Like there's some distance!" he explained in slight frustration. "Is it because of racial dis…ah!?" he forgot the word that he wanted to say.
Himuro chuckled, understanding what he was getting at. "I think it's nothing of that sort! I think you didn't 'appeal' enough."
"Appeal?" Kagami asked while Shirayuki tilted her head, not comprehending what he meant.
"Like what are you good at, what do you like." Himuro described as he casually dribbled the basketball. Shirayuki nodded in understanding. "You need to show something that makes people understand who you are."
"For me, it's basketball." He said, holding the orange ball close to him. "For Shirayuki, it's music." She nodded. "You need to know yourself before trying to make people understand who you are. If you're good, they'll respect you."
"I have nothing of the sorts…" Kagami confessed, scratching the back of his head again. 'Something I'm good at?'
"In that case, why don't you try basketball?" Shirayuki spoke up.
"Huh?"
"We'll teach you." Himuro offered, leaving no room for the red head to speak.
Shirayuki watched the two boys practice just about every day. Once in a while, she would give out pointers or clarify when Himuro began to say something Kagami couldn't understand – which was sixty percent of the time.
"Taiga's good at this!" Himuro remarked at the boy's talent for the game. "I'd never have thought you can master it that fast! And you made friends along the way. You'll be fine now."
"Even if you never learn to keep your cool." Shirayuki added.
"What?!"
The girl hid behind Himuro's back while sticking her tongue out at him and her eyes dimly sparkled in amusement. He grasped his fist annoyed that he knew that he couldn't do anything back at her – out of the three; Shirayuki was definitely the fastest and most agile of the boys. The black head ended up trying to calm the two down. Once the argument ended without any casualties, the three kids continued to walk.
Kagami chuckled at which Himuro questioned him. "What are you laughing about?"
"Well, I don't have any siblings, but if I had an older brother, I imagine he'd be kind of like you." Kagami voiced out his thought.
The albino head nodded, "I can see that too…Himuro would make a good older brother."
Himuro's eyes widened at their opinions of him before leaving the two. He walked up to a nearby store and bought something they couldn't see. He came back with three rings in hand. He gave one to Kagami and the other to Shirayuki. Hers was the only one that was different, it was slightly smaller to fit her slim fingers and was much thinner as well.
"You want us to have this?" Shirayuki wondered aloud.
"I just bought it from the store – not real silver though." He put on his ring and brought his fist up. "This is the proof that shows we're siblings!"
Kagami grinned widely and put on his ring as well and raised it against Himuro's. The brothers laughed. "But…it'll get in the way of playing basketball…" Shirayuki interrupted with a deadpan expression, the touching atmosphere broke as she still held hers between her thumb and index finger.
Having not have thought of that Himuro tried coming up with a solution. "Ahh…hang it on a necklace or something."
The girl sighed. 'Boys are truly hopeless…' and then she remembered. "Oh, I remembered that I have to tell you two something important." The two looked at her direction. "I'm going to be moving soon." She announced in a detached voice as if not understanding the grand importance of her own words.
"WHAT!" the exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?!"
"I just got the news today." She answered.
"When will you be leaving?!" Kagami asked, still in shock.
"In about a month at best."
"Then as long as you have this ring, it proves we're siblings no matter what!" Himuro declared, putting the ring on her finger. The two brothers hugged her, not wanting her to leave as well.
And that was how little Snow White met a fiery Red Tiger – the color of passion. A tale of adventure awaits the pale girl. May little Snow White walk her own path, letting nothing stain her and grant others blessings...
Next Up: Her path of destiny shall lead little Snow White to the Pale Ghost with a tragic past in the newly built kingdom of Seirin. Perhaps it'll take a few years before that may come into play but there is no denying the fact that it will happen. How else could the story continue if it didn't?
If you have any ideas you want me to do in this Fanfiction, then post it in the reviews. Ellen will write back to you whether it's manageable since she's in charge of writing back to you guys and the storyline.
Honestly, I'm not sure but if you want to ship Shirayuki with someone but if you want you can comment in, again, the reviews. Albeit, it won't be a main focus (more like fluff than anything) unless you want to see a spin-off or omake of it in the later chapter (if I continue writing this that is).
At the end of every chapter, I'll to add like a snippet of a "fairy tale" scene (more of a preview). If you do not understand who is who at the end, I'll clarify it here at the end of the story.
Also before you spam me about Shirayuki's name and saying something like, "Shouldn't it be shiro not shira for white?," well it's actually both. The meaning of her name is: Shirayuki(surname) means "white snow" and Hakuoh(first name) can be roughly translated into"white phoenix."
Snow White = Shirayuki
Red Tiger = Kagami
Pale Ghost = Kuroko
Oh, and happy birthday to Kise because I just realized this when I finished writing.
