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Author Note: Hello all! Raza here and this is my first fanfic ever and it's Princess Resurrection! YAY! That said this story is based off the manga, oh and please, please, please review and comment! I'm trying to become a better writer and I'd love the input! Thanks guys hope you stay tuned; I have a lot more ideas in mind, for this story and beyond! Hope you enjoy!
Princess Jealously:
By: Raza Stanza
Chapter One: A New Day in the Old Town:
Life in Sasanaki was anything but normal. Well of course it wasn't normal! What's normal about a local school having countless urban legends about ghosts and poltergeist and all of them true? What's normal about having a vampire "temporarily" be head of staff at the local hospital, or having random visits from living hurricanes and legions of apocalyptic warriors?
My point exactly…
But, believe it or not, these were perhaps the more… mundane aspects of life in town. And so no; if you were really looking for what made Sasanaki strange, you'd be looking at either of the two sister mansions that graced the town's horizon. Of course, it was the older of the two that truly gave Sasanaki its namesake bizarreness, the mansion's odd bruises and burns and craters in the lawn a testament to the constantly changing horror it endured.
Yet even then, even in the face of all that oddity, if we're still describing life in Sasanaki, life was still habitual. That is to say, despite everything, the people would still go about their business, the stores would still open on time, and the mansion would still be there the next day albeit sometimes in bits and pieces.
And so today was no different as the sun rose on yet another ordinary, abnormal morning in Sasanaki. It greeted the mansion and the one very special inhabitant who called that horror house home. A young man who, as the sun made its way into his basement side bedroom, rolled over in his sleep till a strange sound came knocking at his door.
Hi-ro…
"Hu…" He stirred. The young man stirred.
Hi-ro…
"Huh… waa… ?"
"Hiro! Get up quickly! You'll be late for school!"
"HUH?"
And with that, young Hiro Hiyorimi practically flew out his bed and into the great bit giant bosom of his older sister Sawawa.
"Hiro?"
"Oh Nee-san! W-what are you doing up so early?"
"Actually Hiro it's already 7 o'clock and you're the only one who's still not up yet. Why I've already prepared breakfast for Ojou-sama, for Nakua, for Riza, for Reiri… I tried to make food for Flandre but she just scuttled off somewhere… I swear Flandre-chan never eats! It's like she's a robot or something… Have you seen Flandre-chan eat Hiro?"
"N-n-never mind that Nee-san, did you say its 7? I'm going to be late for school!" And with that Hiro stripped down to his boxers and collided with his dresser creating an avalanche of clothing that exploded everywhere. After a minute or so of digging through the wreck, the slender boy slipped his way into his usual white polo T-shirt and black jean pants. He then passed his thin hand through his dark hair trying vainly to keep the sides from sticking up while he stomped his way into his old-worn Nike shoes.
"I'm leaving now!"
"Oh but Hiro what about…"
But Sawawa could barely finish her sentence as Hiro scooped up his bag, snatched his lunch from her hands, and bolted out his room up the basement stairs into the light of the open front door.
"…breakfast…"
"Thanks for the lunch Nee-saaaaaaaaan!" Hiro called as he rushed off into the sunrise.
And for a time Sawawa's gaze just followed after him, her little brother, as she stood musing at the mansion's front door. She had to admit, to his credit, Hiro certainly wasn't so little anymore. In fact, in the few short months since he started living with her, Sawawa was surprised time and time again as she watched the timid, shy boy she had once known flourish into a… well… okay so a moderately responsible, semi-self-confident young man—its progress!
The happy-go-lucky maid then felt a twinge of elderly sibling pride as she thought Oh mother, father, if only you could see how much young Hiro has grown!
Of course, Sawawa was so overcome by her emotions that she didn't see Hiro carelessly smash his head into the mansion's front gate… Regardless… the busty maid just wiped a few proud tears from her lovely face before she went bumbling back about her business.
Meanwhile, one floor up in an ornate and immaculate dining room, there sat a beautiful blonde haired girl in gothic attire sipping her tea silently as the warm Sun kept her company. The gorgeous young girl, no more than 17 of age, ran her free hand through her long hair, wrapping the ends around her index finger.
And there was a subtle but obvious air of sophistication in this… in her. In fact, no matter what she did from the tiniest gesture to the grandest stride, in a world painted black, her nobility would be the white. Such was her existence for she was Hime (Lillianne), the second royal princess of the Monster Realm… period. Even her bones knew that.
And yet she was more than just that. What made her unique, what made her special, what made her, dare one say, superior was how indifferent she was to everything.
Yes. It was this. This calm, apathetic, almost icy perspective toward the rest of the world that compounded her beauty and reaffirmed her aristocracy, earning her the admiration of all those glancing by, too afraid to meet her piercing sharp crimson colored eyes. And indeed those eyes… her eyes with their silted pupils and near omniscient perception; so cold and yet so benevolent, truly there was no finer example of royalty around.
"Flandre." The majestic mistress called without even looking up. "More tea."
And just like that a tiny little gyniod of a maid walked in carrying a tray with an expensive looking tea kettle on it.
"Fuga" was all the blonde maid said approaching her master, mouth agape in a childish fashion. And as she made to pour her mistress a new cup of tea, Flandre couldn't help but see Hiro stumbling from the window as he barreled toward the main gates.
"Fuga."
"What is it? Hiro?" and with that Hime turned her head, opening one eye as she saw her young servant smiling like an idiot while he waved to his sister; too oblivious to notice the closed gates in front of him, his head made contact with the hard metal bars. "Hmpf… He's still such a fool…" Hime said coolly before she went back about sipping her tea.
And indeed so began yet another ordinary, abnormal morning for our favorite band of monsters in the quaint, smiling town of strange, old Sasanaki…
Hiro rubbed his head as he sprinted down the street.
Ow that really hurt! This is the third time this week I've run into that damn gate!
The young boy checked the time on his cell and cringed when he saw it was already 7:30.
Ohhh this is so unfair! Three attacks in a row! In a row! Not to mention, the mansion's all torn up again which probably means I'll be stuck on repair duty with Flandre… Geazz… I need a break! I mean I may be semi-immortal but all these attacks are wearing me out!
But on the subject of attacks, the boy's mind chose to wander…
Hime...
The bashful teen couldn't help but think about his lovely master.
Hime…
He blushed as her flawless features graced his mind.
I wonder what's going on. What's with all these attacks lately? Who's behind them? And what do they all mean?
These were all great questions but their lack of answers only served to frustrate the young boy. After all it wasn't like Hiro was renowned for his deductive abilities, least ways not like his master. Indeed not like Hime whose keen insight had saved the gang multiple times and never ceased to amaze both friend and foe alike. Hiro's insight now… well… it was impressive among squirrels and so, for the time being, the young boy resolved to simply make do knowing that his master was alive and unharmed…
At least for the moment... Ah dammit...
There it was; that paranoia. Perhaps it was innate to being a blood warrior or perhaps it was simply Hime's paranoia rubbing off on him. Whatever the case, Hiro wanted to turn around at that very instant and head back home, if only for a second just to see Hime sipping her tea or reading her book. He'd know then without a doubt that everything was alright…
He might have actually done it too if he hadn't finally caught sight of his school barely a block away. Unfortunately for him, the entrance was being locked by one the custodians and while this tore Hiro from his unproductive thoughts, it nearly gave the poor boy a heart attack (Good thing he's semi-immortal huh?).
"WAIT!" Hiro called wide-eyed flailing his arms as he sprinted toward the janitor.
"Good lord… not you again kid." The janitor wiped a few beads of sweat from his brow as Hiro approached panting out of breath.
"S-sorry sir!"
"Geazz, you've been late for the past three days. What's with you?"
"I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, yeah whatever… just get in there…"
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!" said Hiro as he bowed happily wasting no more time rushing into the school.
Phew that was close! Anyway, I hope Hime will be alright… I've got a bad feeling about all this…more so than usual for whatever that's worth!
If only you knew Hiro. If only you knew…
Hiro collapsed into his seat near the back row just as the professor was walking in.
"Good morning class, I trust you're all well-rested!"
The sense of cruel irony was not lost in Hiro…
"Before I start off the day's lecture, I have an important announcement to make. We have a new transfer student joining us today, why don't you come on in and introduce yourself?"
And with that, directly on cue, a young girl walked or rather glided, yes, glided in through the door and the whole class, the entire class, boy or girl it did not matter they all just froze, paralyzed in wonder…
An angel.
That's right. An actual angel had just appeared before them. For how else could one explain the sheer beauty that irradiated from this person? Gorgeous? Attractive? Stunning? No. These words were insults of the highest order—such was the caliber of excellence before them.
And so there was no other explanation. This girl, this simply marvelous, young girl had to be divine in some way, blessed by a kind of beauty that could only be described through religious metaphor and lengthy similes.
That was who she was. That was how she was.
"Hello everyone and good morning!" She spoke and by god even her voice was perfect, too abstract to describe and yet too beautiful to forget. "My name is Usanagi Yumi. Pleased to meet you!"
Now, at that point, understandably half the class was staring at her slack-jawed and silent and yet the young girl didn't seem bothered even in the slightest.
Did she not notice? Or did she not care? Looking like that, it'd probably be more shocking if people weren't gawking at her all the time.
And so regardless of how she felt or if she cared, one thing was certain, as she went forth, with each step she took, with each glance she gave, she had the class gushing over her splendor.
"Whoa she's a-a-amazing!"
"Yeah I know! The new transfer student sure is something else!"
"S-she's so beautiful she makes me want to write poetry!"
"Okay I wouldn't go that far…"
"I would man, LOOK AT HER! She's even prettier than Kamura-senpai!"
"Okay good point!"
"I second that!"
"Me too!"
"Believe it!"
"Hello to the new Miss Sasanaki Gakuen! Kamura-senpai doesn't stand a chance!"
Meanwhile, a few floors up in the high school classes…
*ACHOO* sneezed Reiri as her head shot up.
"… Hmm… someone must be talking about me…" The black haired vixen then smirked a little licking the tips of her small vampiric fangs. "It must be one of my little lambs marveling at my beauty again! How naughty of them fufu!"
Anyway… (Sweat bubble)
"Alright class, so today we will be picking up from yesterday's lecture on western mythology by… blah… blah… blah"
The professor's voice seemed to trail off as most of the class remained fixated on the new transfer student.
Hiro himself was miles away, though his thoughts were geared toward his beautiful master Hime. And so, in his distracted state, Hiro didn't notice when, much to his other classmate's fury, Yumi sat down right next to him.
Yes… that's right… Hime will be fine. She's got Flandre to protect her. And Riza, Reiri and I will all be done with school in no time… yes… no reason to—"
"Hello!"
For the third time that day, Hiro was interrupted in some way. The blood warrior turned to his side fully ready to return the greeting and yet, as he beheld the angel who had spoken, all he could do was stare…
"Fufu is there something on my face?" The young girl asked with an innocent smile… a little too innocent perhaps…
"Ah… N-no… I mean h-hello! Ah… y-you're a n-new transfer s-student… ahhhh…" Hiro was bullshitting like a champ. In his daydreaming, about Hime no less, all he was aware of in that class was something about western mythology and a new transfer student. This angel of a girl must have been the latter and so, like an animal pressed against the wall, his instincts guiding him, and a strong desire to not make an even greater fool of himself, Hiro heard whispers of a name he hadn't heard before. Putting one and one together, he took a chance… and got lucky. "Y-yumi-san, right?"
"Fufu yep! But please just Yumi. And you are…?"
"R-right! I'm Hiyorimi Hiro, pleased to m-meet you!"
"Hiro huh? Well Hiro it's nice to meet you too! I think we're going to be good friends!" And with that Yumi blushed a bit and giggled as she turned away taking out her notebook leaving Hiro wondering what the hell just happened.
And indeed Hiro was wondering what the hell just happened. Three nights in a row filled with attacks and near-death incidents, Hime almost died! Hell he almost died! And yet there he was in the face of all that, acting like a fool, getting all bent out of shape because of some new girl at school.
Geazz… Get it together Hiro… He thought trying his best to get back to worrying about Hime... like a good blood warrior.
But it seemed that fate had other plans in store for Hiro for no sooner did he regain his composure (or at least try to) that a faint growling noise directed his attention toward the unanimous glaring of his fellow classmates.
Oh damn… I… I hope you're alright Hime… because it looks like I've found trouble!
And indeed poor Hiro did as he spent most of the day dodging death glares and crumbled paper balls with poetically scribbled death messages. It was not surprising then that, as soon as it was time for lunch, the young boy practically teleported out the door preferring to eat alone than deal with his classmates' jealousy.
And so, using every ounce of his youthful dexterity, Hiro made his way to the back of his school and prayed that no one had seen where he'd gone. He may have been asking for a miracle there, but then again, no one ever used the back of the school… well… no one besides Bucchi and then only because the quiet seclusion was ideal for discussing nighttime escapades that unfortunately included Hiro, the most famous of which was the time he somehow discovered Reiri was a vampire… and then promptly forgot the very next day... Regardless, as Hiro crept timidly into the back of his school, the lack of noise and sound reassured him that Bucchi's little meeting place was more than ideal for his current, miserable situation.
He'd definitely have to thank Bucchi for this one, well at least after he calmed down along with the rest of their class.
And so, doing his best to be at peace for the moment and shrug off that helpless feeling, Hiro was about to start digging into his lunch when, to his great surprise (and continuing misfortune), he saw Yumi, peep out the back door. She seemed to be looking for something… or someone and if Hiro's luck was running true to form, he was her target… She started walking toward him… true to form indeed…
"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yumi-san, w-w-w-what are you doing here?" Hiro asked bewildered out of his mind.
But Yumi didn't say a word as she approached, not a single word. She only threw Hiro odd glances that made the poor boy sweat wondering what the hell was going on.
"Can I ask you something?" She finally said with a cute, almost devilish, little grin on. She took a seat right next to him, their hands touching for a moment as she sat down.
"Ah…" Hiro was sweating a lot now. Why me! WHY ME? "Y-yeah sure…"
"Can I call you 'Hiro'?"
"Yeah of course."
"Then 'Hiro' just call me 'Yumi.'" Yumi then giggled into her wrist before folding her legs and taking out her lunch as if nothing had happened.
"S-sorry about that…" Hiro mumbled as he laughed nervously doing his best to act natural and focus on his own meal, and not the overwhelming magnificence sitting next to him.
"Don't worry about it; I'm just not that big on formalities. Oh and yes 'what am I doing here?' Well when I saw you leave in such a hurry, I figured you were rushing off to some sort of secret lunch spot or something. I figured I'd tag along and keep you company."
"But wouldn't you rather eat with… the girls?" Or any of the other TWENTY people who want to KILL me for a chance to talk to you…
"Are you trying to get rid of me?"
"N-no! It's not that I…" Hiro let out an exasperated sigh as he saw Yumi giggle again, as if to mark each time she was teasing him. And so then he knew there was no arguing with this woman. She could answer any question with yes or no and she'd be right and so, despite being extremely exhausted in more ways than one, Hiro just smiled in defeat and decided to go along with whatever Yumi had in mind. "Heh… you're right. I could use some company…"
"I'm happy that I was right." Yumi smiled back as she looked around admiring the quiet atmosphere behind the school. And in that brief moment, as Hiro watched her watching the world everything seemed a little bit brighter, and he had no idea why. The angel of a girl then turned to speak to him again. "To tell you the truth I was getting kind of bored being all coped up in that classroom. I mean I know that's really bad since it's my first day but… heh… is the professor always that boring?"
"H-h-hehe… yeah the p-professor isn't exactly the most interesting man in the world… but you get use to him… well… t-that's what they told me anyway when I first came to this school. Still think he's kinda b-boring though hehehe…"
"When you first came to this school?"
"Y-yeah that's right. I was the new transfer student just a few months back."
"WOW!"
"UHHH…?"
"That's really cool! Talk about coincidence! Guess we transfer students have to stick together huh? Fufu! Where did you transfer from?"
"W-well I…"
"And why did you move to Sasanaki?"
"Ahh…my sis…"
"Do you live near to the school?"
"Well you see…"
"Do you like it here?"
At that point, Hiro was just chuckling sheepishly to himself. Yumi, in addition to being someone you couldn't argue with, was straightforward, a troublesome combination Hiro thought. And while this didn't exactly make her any easier to deal with, it was sort of ironic. Here she was so earth shattering in her appearance, so much greater than the world around her, and yet her personality didn't seem to show that. She was eager and peppy not at all like the refined and reserved demeanor Hiro had in mind for women that passed a certain level of beauty. What's more her questions reflected this, they were trivial, ordinary, down-to-earth, granted that Hiro couldn't answer some of them—his unique situation and all, but Yumi had no reason to care in the first place and yet she did, she was an angel who had no reason to and yet she did.
And so Hiro, despite his problems and exhaustion, decided to give Yumi a chance answering her questions—the ones he could away, laughing with her, smiling with her, eating with her. And as time progressed, as their conversation progressed, lo and behold, for the first time that day, Hiro found himself at peace, the young boy coming to fully welcome Yumi as she slowly relieved his anxieties one question at a time.
He found it, on a separate note, very comforting that, for whatever reason—or maybe there didn't have to be a reason—this girl, a person, an angelic person but a person nonetheless, cared about him, about his past, about all the little everyday things that often don't get asked. He needed that... it made him feel… human…
And so as their lunch period wound down to a close, Hiro was understandably more than just reluctant to stop their conversation. In the end, despite his initial worries, Yumi turned out to be exactly what he needed, and even if he'd have to deal with their classmates later, the peace she'd unknowingly brought him was more than worth it.
And so, after taking a few more seconds to savor his new friend's peaceful company, it was time to get back to the real world. Hiro got up and, feeling brave, extended his hand to Yumi who gladly accepted his help with a warm smile. He knew then that this was a good end to a good conversation.
Unfortunately good endings have a tendency to go bad when you aren't looking and Yumi should have been paying more attention to her footing for as Hiro pulled her up, she carelessly slipped falling backward. And just like that climatic moment ruined…
Or maybe not…
Hiro caught her before she fell, his hands firmly securing their way, as if by instinct, around her head and around her waist. Yumi opened her eyes, a few beads of sweat tracing their way down her cheeks when she realized how close Hiro was, their faces mere inches apart, their eyes locked in place staring into each other's soul. And so they blushed, for what else could they do as they both remained glued together like bits of a puzzle, neither one making any effort to dislodge the other.
"A-a-are you a-a-alright?" Hiro finally wheezed not knowing what to do or what else to say.
"Yes… thank you… Hiro." Yumi said freeing herself up to stand on her own. To be honest, she was really enjoying the young man's grip, his hands hinting at a security he knew how to provide—an all too mature trait for a boy of that age. And yet he was still indeed a boy despite being a young man, he looked like he was about to faint as he held her tightly. And so she freed herself as a thank you, returning the courtesy he had shown. She smiled warmly at him and just like that everything seemed alright again as Hiro smiled back, the two sharing a sweet, silent moment, stolen away behind the eyes of the world…
But it was hardly just their moment for another was present, intruding upon their haven, a pair of violet eyes stalking them from the darkest depths of the shadows.
"So this is the little lamb that is supposedly prettier than me." Reiri half glared and half admired as she took a sip of her tomato juice, her piercing-sharp gaze pinned on the new girl. "Fufu, she's cute I'll give her that… she definitely has the aura of a virgin." The pure blooded vampire licked her quivering lips blushing at the thought of sucking the blood of her newest victim… ah… maiden… She stopped her blood fantasy when she saw the girl trip over only to be rescued so gallantly, seized in the arms of her unlikely hero. "Ohhh… well well Hiro, it looks like you're more… capable than we give you credit for fufu! My my, what to do, what to do? I think I'll investigate this matter a little more…" Reiri chuckled as she turned on her heel ready to head back inside. But a curious thought ran through her head then. She turned around taking one last long look at Hiro and Yumi before saying half in jest half in seriousness. "Looks like you have some competition ehh… Hime-sama?… fufu." And with that the Reiri gave one last smirk before heading back into the school leaving the two junior high students lost together as they were in their moment, like nothing else in the world mattered because nothing else in that moment did…
NEXT TIME: Hiro continues to get closer to this mysterious new transfer student. More trouble awaits our ill-fated blood warrior as he goes over to her house… and Hime finds out... All that and more next time!
End Note: Okay so this chapter was a little uneventful, a lot more Hiro and a lot less Hime. It gets better I promise! We'll see more of the gang in the coming chapters. That said don't forget to review and comment! Private messages are also welcomed! Thanks again and hope you'll stick around for more! Raza out!
