Hope you enjoy :P
It's been on my mind for a while, since I remember when she told me the plot so, I finally decided to write it :D
I decided to rename them in French, I wanted to have a certain flare in this story, that was different.
Miku - Marietta
Kaito - Kane
Len - Lancelot
Rin - Rachelle
Meiko - Marcellia
Haku - Heleanie
Teto - Taylor
Disclaimer: I own nothing expect the ideas that had come from the plot my friend, boomer4ever suggested I should write.
Lancelot had been awaiting for them to do off with his head. He sat in a cell alone at the end of the palace's hallway, and still dressed as Rachelle. He wondered where she was now, was she alright? Did she get caught yet? Will she really be okay on her own?
The door opened, revealing two figures. Was it finally time? He could tell one of them was Taylor, the hot-pink haired maid, the other was a person shrouded in a mysterious black cloak.
"My Lord...art thine sure thee want to dost this?" (Sir...Are you sure you want to do this?) Had they both concluded it was a male, the way the person was shrouded, normally women never dressed themselves in black cloaks that had covered their entire figure.
"Yay, 'tis alright. None shalt wit." (Yes, it is alright. None shall know) It has definitely been a female with that feminine tone and sweet sound. It surprised Taylor and Lancelot, they never would have guessed it was a girl by the way she had moved and done things. If he was Rachelle, despite her change of heart, he would have been mad that the girl hadn't bowed to him, it was the respectful thing to do, no matter what she had done, she was still a princess.
Taylor nodded, undoing the chains of the prisoner, Lancelot, quickly as if she was afraid. Who wouldn't have been? His twin was a threat to be truly feared by all, like a horrendous tyrant. She was evil and scary in her own way. It was a dark night, even the more to be afriad, and Teto bowed scurrying out of the room. He didn't know, but there was one thing that sighed upon his mind, in the few moments of silence that occurred. Had he not heard this voice before?
"What art thou dost hither?" (What are you doing here?) Lancelot said imitating his sister's tone and her sharp, pitiful gaze from under his fringe.
"Why hither to save thee. Thy hime-sama, yay." (Why here to save you'. My princess, yes.) The way hime-sama rolled off her tongue sent shivers down his back. It made him feel like an imposter, oh wait, he was an imposter. Could she tell? That must have been impossible...they were twins, they were supposed to look exactly alike, and could imitate each others voices very well.
It had reminded him of that girl. She must be dead. That sweet laughter and the kind tone. He saw that he killed her because, her death as was all his fault, she died right in front of him. Didn't she? 'Thy hath always wished to die smiling.' (I has always wished to die smiling.) Why did he feel that it was her? Though, therefore at this moment, he no longer allowed himself to succumb to his thoughts or conclude himself to delusions such as foolish as this, it was too odd and unreasonable.
The girl was dead. That was that, but a voice in his head was saying otherwise. She was supposed to be dead...
He narrowed his eyes and the girl forced him to stand up. She yanked him to his feet as she took his hand, she led him out in to a route unknown be it to him. The male felt more fear with every step he took. They walked for the whole night, despite the protests of the princess.
She had stopped in her tracks in a forest, she turned to him, the rising sun hitting her at an angle that he would be able to see her clearly. Though, her eyes still covered by the cloak's hood, her mouth lifted into a smirk as he recognised the girls turquoise hair.
The hair that belonged to his beloved. His dead beloved...his eyes widened and he took a step back, fearing the worst, was she to get her revenge? How could she still be alive, she should have lost too much blood by the time anyone was to find her from the stab. But alas, it was only God who knew what the girl was planning.
"Run. Run far away Lancelot. They be cometh." (Run. Run far away Len. They be coming.) Her voice said in a tone that he didn't understand.
"They?" He was questioning her. What had happened? She pulled down the hood, revealing a scar on her cheek and releasing small chuckle that sounded nothing like the girl he loved, and knew, then again in reality, he never actually knew the girl. "Run away."
She said as he blinked multiple times, confused, and then the moment he opened his eyes once more, she had disappeared. He swore he could hear the girl's voice linger in the wind. "Fare thee well, Lancelot." (Good By Len.)
The question came to his mind once again, how could she tell it was Lancelot and not Rachelle? How? How was she alive? He felt shaken. Scared. More scared than he had ever felt in his life. This was some kind of nightmare, why couldn't it all be over? Wasn't it supposed to end here? Why was this still going? Had they all not suffered through enough?
He fell to his knees and shook his head gripping his hair before running far, far, were no one could see him. He was still in the forest, hidden by the green lush leaves and tall trees, deep, deep in the hidden forest. Wasn't it the forest near the burned down village, The Country of Green?
On the other hand, Rachelle hadn't known what to do. Was there even a place that accepted people like her? She had come back to the kingdom, longing to see her brother once more.
Had she not changed? She regretted everything she had done. She continued walking along a path, but noticed the turquoise haired girl, form the moment she had seen her eyes. Her eyes widened, Marietta was alive? How could it be? She then noticed a blonde beside her. Her eyes widened even more. Why has she snuck Lancelot out? Wouldn't she resent them?
She couldn't get that night out of her head. What had she done to her dearest brother? The twin she had been separated with at birth? She was afraid, the death was never publicly done. Was he dead by now? She was sure what she saw was an illusion. The tealette shouldn't be alive, it may have been all the guilt that stuck to her?
A guard had rushed out this morning, and screamed, "Taylor, the hot-pink haired maid, hath hung herself, and ye princess escaped!" (Teto, the hot-pink haired maid has hung herself and the princess escaped!)
An uproar occurred and Rachelle, still dressed as Lancelot, fell being pushed to the ground. She gritted her teeth. She got up once more and met the eyes of the prince of blue, Kane...
"Ye thither!" (You there!) He said as he made his way near the young girl. She shivered, he was approaching her, the young woman that had supposedly killed his lover...
"Ye is Lancelot, yay?" (You is Len, yes?) The blue haired prince asked.
"Y-Yay..." (Y-Yes) Rachelle stuttered, afraid of what could happen.
"Dost ye wit whither thy sister be?" (Do you know where your sister be?) Kane asked as his sharp gaze looked in her eyes.
Was it wrong that she loved the man so? Had she loved him a tad too much? Why could she still love him, despite what he had said and done?
"Nay. Me not wit." (No. I not know.) Rachelle stated still imitating her brothers voice.
Kane sighed, and Rachelle had an idea, this may fix her situation and her guilt. Or it may make it worse, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
"Mayhap thy join on thou's seeking of hime-sama?" (Maybe I join on your seeking of princess?) Rachelle asked quickly as Kane raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"Yay..." (Yes...) Kane said as he looked at the girl.
The girl winced under his gaze. He was definitely suspecting her of something. But of what? Then again, wouldn't it be questionable, too, if he hadn't suspected her?
Marcellia had run over to Kane, she was trying to catch her breath. "Dost thou wit me heard?!" (Do you know I heard?!) She explained.
"'Tis naught important, nay?" (It is nothing important, no?) Kane questioned.
"Ye guards said ye saw a fair aquamarine haired maiden walking through ye village." (The gaurds said they saw a beautiful aquamarine haired maiden walking through the village.) Marcellia said with an eyebrow raised.
Kane's eyes eidened, "N-Nary! 'Tis impossible..." (N-Never! It is impossible...) said as he looked off to the sky and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Me thinks me saw ye fair maiden earlier too..." (I think I saw the beautiful maiden earlier too...) Rachelle muttered and averted her gaze.
"Still needeth proof, Kane?" (Still need proof, Kaito?)
Kane shook his head, "'Tis all fake, thy wit it! Thy trow not to this foolishness!" (It is all fake, I know it! I think not to this foolishness!) He said as he stromed off.
"Still hung on ye Marietta?" (Still hung on Miku?)
"Yay. Cometh with me." (Yes. Come with me.) Marcellia said as took the girl to a place to stay in.
"Me wist..." (I knew...) She muttered, her tone sounded sad, but Marcellia paid no attention to the boy's tone or words at that moment.
Was she finally going to have a home? Even if it was only for a little bit, even it was only temporary, she felt, content. Though what would they do if they found that she was to be Rachelle and not Lancelot, would they call to behead her right away since in the most likely option, they would trust that she would Rin off one more, she took this as a chance to repent in a way.
As Marcellia and Rachelle walked, Rachelle noticed a shrouded figure following them. Rin was about to tell Marcellia about the figure, when she smirked and placed a finger to her mouth. "Adieu, My Lady." (Good Bye Ma'am)
Rachelle looked at Marcellia, but her expression remained unchanged. It was as if she hadn't heard the voice. She might have, but didn't care at all.
Rachelle felt scared. Very scared. Revenge 'tis definitely on ye way, (Revenge it is definitely on the way.) Rachelle thought.
As soon as they finally arrived, Marcellia opened the door and Rachelle sighed, she looked around, noticing Kane staring a pile of notes. What was she too say? The house was a small cottage, it was not too much.
"Move." Marcellia demanded as she pushed Rin in to the house.
Rachelle stared at the floor, "So as ye wit, ye princess hath escaped and Marcellia be living still. What dost thou suggest we dost?" (So as you know, the princess has escaped and Miku be living still. What do you suggest we do?) Marcellia asked as they sat the wooden table.
"Mayhap, we dost ye old search?" (Maybe, we do the old search?) Rachelle asked.
Kane tsked, "Mayhap. Thou any other ideas?" (Maybe. Any other ideas?) Kane said as he stared at a certain letter.
Marcellia shook her head and quickly muttered, "Nay." (No.)
"'Tis old search then." (It it the old search then.) Kane said plainly, not averting his eyes from the notes.
Marietta had bowed down to the lady that saved her friends life. It was a very dear friend, there was one cost "My lady, is thither any requests thou wish thy to fulfill? Thy will at any costs, since thou is the one hath helped thy fere continue living." (Ma'am, is there any requests you wish me to fulfill? I will at any costs side you is the one that has helped my friend continue living.)
The lady's lips tilted into a malicious grin. Had she been the one who was truly evil? If Marietta had shown anything out of her order, off with her dear friend's head, and she would never be able to bear it.
The madam's laugh started out in an innocent giggle and managed to become creepier with each second, descending in to an insane, cruppoted chuckle. It still made Marietta wince, but if she showed any emotion of fear, the wicked woman would do something even more villainous than Rachelle ever would.
Everyone feared the pinkette, that woman must have been a spawn of the devil, they all thought, yet never deared to say aloud. They always looked at the tealette with pity, being the womans's (forced) right hand knight. Marietta had finally finished her talk with the she-devil and struted off to find Heloise the girl's dear friend. If it weren't for her, Marietta wouldn't have been alive. Marietta hated the woman, and how she smirked once Marietta left the room, knowing that she had her, right where she wants her.
She made her way to the dungeon of the monochrome castle. It was were they kept prisoners and the fugitives that had been caught, as well as the hostages. Or in this case, hostage, the only one who needed a hostage to keep them down and working for her, was the tealette.
She finally reached the white haired girl's cell, she softly called out to her friend, "Heloise..."
"'Tis Marietta?" (It is Miku?) A scared and soft, voice called, it was deep though, unlike the girl's childish, high voice.
"Yay." (Yes.) Marietta muttered, gripping the metal bars of cell that separated the two girls.
Heloise looked at her, sadly. "Why art thou not defying, leave thy behind, me be alright, dearest Marietta." (Why are you not defying, leave me behind, I be alright, dearest Miku.) Heloise said as she reached to stroke the younger's cheek.
"Me shalt nary leave thou behind." (I shall never leave you behind.)
"Betwisxt thou and me, thy choose ye. Marietta, thy fere, dost go without thy." (Between you and me, I choose you. Miku, my friend, so go without me.)
"Nary, Heloise, nary!" (Never, Haku, never!)
"Prithee," (Please,) she looked around, "Thou, shalt leave, nay? Verily, before ye get caught, Marietta!" (You, shall leave, no? Quickly, before you get caught Miku!)
"Just ye little longer?" (Just a little longer?)
"Y-yay..." (Y-yay...) Heloise said with a sigh.
Marietta tried to hold back the hot tears that began to cloud her eyes. Either of the two could have slipped through the bars, being thin enough, but they knew that the calamitous lady, would have the duo beheaded, despite the usefullness of them and what they could do.
What was she planning? What did she want with the two? When they thought it was all over, it was only to begin once more. What was going on? What will happen?
Marietta softly sighed and Heloise drew her hand back, as Marietta pulled the hood over her face once more and a tear fell down uncontrolled. "Heloise...thy shalt be back to recover thee, thy promise it." (Haku...I shall be back to recover you, I promise it.)
"Thy wit it Marietta, thy shalt wait for thee." (I know it Miku, I shall wait for you." Henrietta said as her eyes followed the tealette who once again began to leave, and walk off in to a distance unknown to anyone as she hid in the shadows.
What was Heloise to say to convince her friend? How could she...how could...She tell her to run away? Why wouldn't she just listen? She saved her life, and Marietta wanted to repay her...but how could she...when she was stuck behind bars?
The pinkette watched the fire of the nearby kingdom with a twisted, malicent, dark expression. "Play thy puppets! Try and escape! Thou canst not dost it!" (Play my puppets! Try and escape! You can not do it!) She said as she crackled a laugh, so evil, it shook the place. It sent shivers down everyone's backs.
Marietta was used to the uncanny feeling, the overwhelming fear and all that. Yet, why did she watch others with no emotions? How could she watch them become hurt? Did she not feel guilt? Her thoughts trailed to the prince of blue, if he had seen her act like this...would he still love her? Would he still yearn to be by her side, like she did this very moment? Once she was to get out of this terrible nightmare, she knew that she was going to repent, but would she be forgiven? Even if it wasn't her fault? No it was her fault, why would she think it was not?
"Marietta! Thy hath a task for thee. Find ye boy ye set free earlier and bring thee hither, ye boy interests thy." (Miku! I has a task for you. Find the boy you set free earlier and bring him here, the boy interests me.) The pinkette said with her cerulean eyes staring ahead bitterly. Was she thinking of the man that left her to go off with a harem of ladies? Marietta could never understand it. Who would do such a thing? Yet, who was she to ask of the lady? They were a bit too close, but not too close...she nodded and slowly strode off.
"Verily, Marietta, verily!" (Quickly, Miku, quickly!) She said with a sour tone.
Marietta looked over her shoulder and nodded as a bow, "Yes, My Lady." (Yes, Ma'am.)
She then began to scurry off. Her mature voice, was deep but at the same time, you could slightly hear that she was not sane, she was out of her mind and sickly ill. "Go Marietta. Or Heloise will get it, and so will thou, thy don't tolerate failure." (Go Miku. Or Haku will get it, and so will you, I' don't tolerate failure.) A maniacal laugh followed the sentence, escaping her lips.
Her lips lifted into a smirk once more and she intertwined her fingers over more, "Shalt we see what happens when fire plays fire, thy dear, sweetheart?" (Shall we see what happens when fire plays fire, my dear, sweetheaet?) She asked as she looked over at the photo of her beloved, that had left her. She began chuckling evilly once more.
Lancelot had been asleep by the tree, worn out. Marietta had already learned how to operate on little sleep, so she forgot other's needed sleep. She softly strode to the boy and put him on to her back.
"Found ye, Lancelot..." (Found you, Len...)He could hear a sad tone, thinking it was a part of his dream, he continued to lay on her back. "Thou 'tis really a fool." (You it is really a fool.) She muttered as she continued to travel out.
Yes, I am making them speak in old English(well technically it's not old English more like old modern english.) I always liked that taking lol or found it fun to talk that way owo"
Hime-sama means princess, just incase you didn't know.