Author's Note: Hi, Yeah I've started another story, sorry, but I am continue with my others.
Ok this story just walked into my head one day when I saw a trailer for "The Other Boleyn Girl". I haven't actually seen the movie, but my Step Mum has and she thinks it's crap, because there are some many faults in the movie, so many things in are portrayed correctly, and my Step Mother being a Tudor fanatic for most of her life had some manage issues about the film and so won't let me watch it. Anyway, the idea got the wheels in my head turning and before i knew this idea was dancing in my head and won't go away, even when I was writing other stories which is very frustrating, so to shut this idea up, I've written the prologue (here) and chapter 1 and am now working on chapter 2.
I'm not writing this for reviews or to annoy people who are waiting for updates, I'm writing this so it will shut up and let me update my other fics.
This Prologue may confuse you, but I've explain what's going on in my Author's Note at the end of this.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Characters or Themes in this fic, they are belong to their respective creators'. Don't sue me.
I hope you all enjoy.
The Other Kinomoto Girl
Prologue
How dare they!
HOW dare They!
How dare they promise her that her sister would be spared then to have them kill her only days after they made the promise!
How dare they promise that the revealment of another heir, illegitimate maybe, but a male heir none the less, her sister would be able to leave the clan estate with her life, then to kill her two day later.
She felt like picking up a sword and doing a few beheading herself.
It took all her self control and composer to not summon the Sword card and do just that. Even though she'd probably finally release years of bottled anger, she's end up in the same situation as her sister with a sword to her throat and like her sister, she had children to think of… children that had been fathered by him.
She scrunched up her face as his face appeared in front of her minds eye.
It was all his fault, yet he couldn't be blamed for any of it.
He had a been a puppet, more so than the two sisters if that was even possible but it was. He had suffered, she knew that.
That he, the true him, had been shut away in a dark place in the back of his mind with no way out while a power hungry tyrant ruled threw his body, destroying lives and families alike.
With a heavy heart, she turned to leave, vowing once again, that she'd never return to this place again.
She wouldn't have come at all if it hadn't been for her twin being in danger of losing her life.
Now she was no longer in danger. Her sister would have lost her life with or without her coming; she realised, but now that her sister was gone forever there was no more need to stay.
"Kinomoto girl." She heard the voice but continued on walking. She never wanted to see that bastard's face again.
"Give us our heir, Kinomoto!" he bellowed from the top front steps of the Elders Chambers.
"Go to Hell!" She snarled. His face distorted with rage.
"You promised." He bellowed.
"I promised no such thing! I said that there was a male heir alive and proved his existence so that you would spare my twin's life but since you didn't, you'll never see him." then she laughed. "Did you stupid fools really think that I would give you my son to twist and manipulate into the monster that you forced his father to become? Did you really think I would?" her voice rose to a scream and wind around her howl and hissed in agreement to her rage.
"Foolish girl." He growl, a sword appearing in his hand. She laughed at the sight of it.
"Baka, you think killing me will get you any closer to him? He is hidden so deeply away in the shadows and light that none of you will ever find him or his sister. So kill me, but you won't find them." She smiled at the hesitation on the Elder's worn old face and knew that she had won a small part of that day's battle.
"He is also my heir too, so if you do kill me, the cards with immediately transfer to him, so you won't gain power that way either." She added smugly, just to rub more salt deeper into the wound.
"I'll have you killed for the hell of it then." He snapped his rage almost unable to be restrained.
She stared at him calmly. She knew he meant what he said; he had already killed her sister even though promising to spare her.
Her chest felt heavy and she felt so alone. She hadn't just lost her sister; she had lost her twin, her other half, her better half as she used to think.
How had things ended up like this?!
How did things get so warped and dark and terrible, where she was somehow the only one left standing?
She felt a tear roll down her cheek and almost completely ignored the Elder's bellowed orders for the man who had murdered her sister, to come to him. But she couldn't hate him either, the murderer; he was just doing as he was told, just another puppet to this power hungry family games.
How had they stolen everything that was precious to her? How? Her sister! Her true love! Her family! How could they steal them from her? How?
The murderer, the assassin stood in front of her, unsure of what he should do. He knew he was suppose to end this woman's life like he had done to her sister earlier that evening, but staring at this sister, the other Kinomoto sister, he found he could hardly lift his sword even a centimetre, let alone swing it with the powerful stroke he needed to clean her head from her slender neck.
"STOP!" the yell was so unexpected that time seemed to slow down as the three figures plus the small audience that had gathered to watch all turn as one in the direction of the cold, commanding voice had come.
He was pale and he didn't look well, were the first thing she noticed about him as he strode strongly towards her and her executioner, but he held his head high like the king that his clan had hoped him to be, but his eyes were sad, too sad for a man that young.
Their eyes met.
Autumn amber to spring green.
Autumn calm, not begging for forgiveness, which spring will not willing give him anyway, but she does hold his gaze which is all he can ask.
"Don't touch her." he told the executioner calmly. The poor man looked from his clan lord to his clan elder, desperate to know which to follow since neither of them up until recently had been better than the other.
"My Lord! What do you think you are doing?" the Elder bellowed.
"Doing what is right." The Lord snapped in return and turn his back on the fuming older man and held out his hand to the green eyed woman, who stared calmly back at him
"And what makes going with you, my Lord any better then being here with the Elder?" she asked him quietly, yet all heard her words.
"Nothing, probably," he replied, "but I swear I will not have you killed. I will not kill you!" She stared at him.
"My sister died on that promise."
"And that is with one of my two deepest regrets." He whispered softly, his amber eyes pained.
"What is your other deep regret, My Lord?" Her voice was mocking, yet there was a faint hint of hope deep within the mockery.
"Losing you."
She blinked up at him, still composed as if this statement meant nothing to her though inside her, her heart beat again for a moment.
It would be so easy to fall back in love with him. That was to say, if she had ever stopped loving him, which she hadn't.
She had continued to love him even though he and her twin had both effectively shattered her heart together, then stomped upon it just to make sure it was truly broken.
"Someone kill her already." The Elder scream broke threw their tiny moment in time and space.
Everything moved so fast, she was barely able to see it all coming.
Since no one appeared to be obeying his orders, the Elder took upon himself to rid himself completely of the last of the Kinomoto Twins.
He knew her too well, that if he threatened the man she loved, she would react.
And she did, just like he had known she would.
She felt the knife being thrown rather than saw it, her instincts to protect overruling the ones that told her to run like hell, to save herself and to leave this man to hell.
She ignored her brain telling her that she was once again being the puppet doing exactly as the puppeteer told her strings to do.
The pain that inflicted between her ribs as she pushed him out of the way of the star knife was beyond anything that she had ever felt before, even greater than the sympathy pain she had felt in her neck earlier that evening at her sister execution.
"NO!" she almost smiled at his voice. He sounded like he used to sound, before darkness crept into his voice, but she was sad that his tone was so sad.
She felt his strong arms move around as she fell, stopping her from hitting the hard stone ground.
"Please," he whispered, "please, I can't, I can't lose you again, not after finding you. Please not like this."
"Who am I?" she whispered, her vision darkening into a tunnel with his grieving face at its entrances.
"My one, true love." He whispered and he gently pressed his lips to hers.
Author's Note: Confused? Ok, I'll explain and try not to give away too much of the plot.
Ok, this Prologue is like the end of the story, if that makes sense. Basically, I'm telling you here how the story is going to end, so the next chapter, chapter 1, I'm going to take you back six an half years to build up the plot to this point... Does this make sense? So you know the ending but you don't know why or how this ending came to be.
Also Sakura (it's obvious who the two main people in this Prologue are) has a Twin and its not who you may think it is.
Thanks for reading and I hope I've kept you interested and that'll you come back for chapter 1.
See you all soon.