"Ebony! Listen to your siblings!" My mother's voice echoed in my head. The last words she said to me. The last words she said to me were a command. Listen to your sibling, elbows off the table, don't talk to anyone, behave. All of those commands continued repeating like a broken record, over and over and over. Yeah, I was named after a color. Not abnormal where I live. My mother's name was Scarlet. Father's name is Jade. More common sounding names, but colors, nonetheless.

Ebony. Black. That is how I felt before. Dead, dark, dying. Stuck in a vacuum of nothing. Held captive by the people who 'loved' me. And now, they were gone. My mother, father… they left on a business trip. Mother told me to obey my brother and sister. Father told me to not misbehave. Commands. Not 'goodbye.' Not 'I love you.' Not 'I'll be back soon.' Just a command. Less than five words to me. And then, look what happened. Plane crash. Dead on impact.

I suppose I should feel bad. But to be honest, I'm happy… free. I'm not caged by their commands anymore. I'm free! And, so are my siblings.

I am the youngest in a family of three. My brother, Cyan, is 19. My sister, Rose, is 17. I'm 12. Because technically Cyan was a 'legal' adult, he got custody over us. Yay! We had to go to a long boring court case, though. Child services would be coming to check up on us monthly. So, we had to always keep our rooms clean, house tidy, you know the drill. Make them think the house is perfect and then you can party all you want as soon as the door closes. My siblings are nice. I love them way more than my parents.

Rose is still in high school. She's a senior, graduating this year. Cyan is in his second year of college… I think. He nearly had to drop out because he was taking care of us, but Rose and I help around the house so he can stay in school. Both of my siblings have a part time job. Rose works at a cafe, Cyan works at a helper person in a clinic. They both haven't moved out, primarily because of me, but also because Rose isn't old enough to live on her own.

Remember how I said that my name was a color? It's also the color of my hair. I look like the sky at night, I'm told. It's really thick and gets hot in the summer, so I usually cut it to my chin. But, right now, it's the middle of winter, so it's really long. I don't cut my hair at a salon. Rose does it for me. It saves money. She's decent at it too. Cyan cuts Rose's hair because she can't do it to herself and I don't think Rose trusts me with a pair of scissors around her hair. I don't blame her. I can't cut a piece of paper on the dotted line, how can I cut someone's hair with layers and bangs and length and… and… yeah, point is, I shouldn't do it.

I suck at crafts and things, Rose excels in it. I can do a bunch of other art stuff, like painting, drawing, etc, but give me a piece of paper and glue? Yeah, it'll probably be stuck to the ceiling in five minutes. I can't do hands on things. Just decor. How is that useful? I can tell the difference between eggshell white and cream white, but I can't cut a stinking piece of paper? Sorry for all of the paper references. I was attempting to cut a leaf out of a piece of paper and… well… it wasn't exactly in one piece… or identifiable…

Anyway, Rose is the sweetest thing. She's basically cotton candy in a human form. Light pink hair in perfect ringlets, sky blue eyes, beautiful, halo over her head. She is really nice and has a really bright smile. She would probably give you a sunburn just by smiling at you… and then offer you aloe and ice and apologize endlessly. She wants to open a cafe one day. I told her that if it doesn't work out, which it won't (Rose has no cooking ability whatsoever. She can just step into the kitchen and something will explode.) She should open her own hair salon. She smiled at me and told me that I could be her food taste tester. I shook my head and ran out of there as fast as I could. Hidden inner sadist?

Cyan, on the other hand, he's ice. Yeah, that's the best word to describe him. Really cold, but melts if you're close enough. He's Rose's opposite. Cyan blue hair tied in a low ponytail, turquoise eyes, handsome. He is really cold, bad tempered, mean, and yet nice? I don't know how to describe it. Wait, yes I do. He has a soft spot for Rose and I. He can't stay mad at us for long. He can try, but Rose can make anyone smile with her brightness, I can make anyone smile with my idiocy and my dramatics.

Cyan wants to be a doctor to help the injured. Great moral for someone with his personality. When I said that to him, he blushed and flicked my forehead. Then, as punishment for that comment, I had to wake up early to go jogging every day, work out with him in the afternoon, make all meals, and be Rose's taste tester for an entire month. I couldn't smell or taste anything afterward for a while after that. Super sadist. But, he said he wanted to become a doctor to help people like the ones that survived the crash mother and father died on. Survivors were either permanently disabled or left in a coma.

I have black hair and silver eyes, the reason the I look like the night sky. Get it? My eyes are the bright stars, and my hair is the dark part. Yup! That's me! Over dramatic, selfish, idiotic, sarcastic, whiny, and bratty! The perfect package! (Note, the last sentence was sarcasm.) Since I've told you my siblings' dreams, why don't I tell you mine? I want to be a researcher for cancer and unknown illnesses.

One of my close friends has a terminal case. Unidentified illness, the doctors say. They caught the disease too late. She was to die in a year. When I heard that, I went into a red haze. Everything was so red and blurry. Later on, Cyan told me that I nearly got kicked out of the hospital for destroying property and disturbing patients. I didn't get a lecture later on, though. Cyan and Rose knew how emotional I was.

Her name's Violet. My friend's, I mean. Her name is also a color. That's how we bonded, actually. We hated each other at first, and then we found out both our names were colors and we slowly grew closer over that. Shallow, but you know, it's the truth. I bet that's how many friendships form. They don't like each other at first and then become friends over similarities.

Violet's so cheerful in spite of her sickness and isn't really bothered that she'll die in 12 months. Most of my time out of school is spent with her. Well, actually, most of her time is spent with me. She refused any more chemotherapy and is out of the hospital saying she'd rather be with me and Cyan and Rose than stuck in the hospital. That was a few months ago. Her hair grows fairly quickly, so she has a few inches of thin wispy purple hair. She used to have really long hair, longer than mine and gray eyes. But, she underwent some surgery in an attempt to cure her illness and there were some complications that caused the doctors to have to replace her eyes with someone else's. Her eye color changed to black. She loved it. Do you know the reason why? Think of Kurapika's eye color. Went from brown to black contacts. That is why she loves her new eyes so much.

People in this place have no originality. Naming people after their hair colors. At least my name's 'Ebony' and not 'Black.' Ugh.

So, anyway, Vi's staying with us. Vi, that's my nickname for Violet. I'm usually too lazy to say syllables, so I made it into one! Yeah, did I mention that I was incredibly lazy too? I would probably stay in one spot for all of my life if I didn't have human necessities. Like eating, drinking, peeing, you know, all of that.

It's the middle of winter break and I'm still spending all of my time with Vi. We're watching this anime called 'Hunter X Hunter.' It's her favorite. I like the white haired one. Arrogant, cocky, annoying, ah. Reminds me of myself when I was his age… Nevermind. I am his age. Actually, no I'm not. He's older than I am by a few months…

Anyway. Violet's two years older than I am, making her 14. She likes the blond one for the same reason I like Whitie. Blondie reminds her of herself. Smart Alec, sometimes insufferable, and an orphan. Really, I think the reason she likes him because she pities him. Or in her words, she 'empathizes' with him. I don't know the difference between sympathy and empathy! Okay, I sorta do, but not the point! She's just using big words to annoy me.

"Come on! Ebony! Let's watch Hunter X Hunter!" I look at her blankly. She pulled my book away from me and held it just out of reach.

"I thought we finished?" I asked as I reached for the book. She shot me a bright, mocking grin. She liked watching me suffer. She loved the anime, I was beginning to hate it. We've watched it so many times.

Why are most of the people I know sadists? I mean, there's my brother with him forcing me to workout with him and his punishments. Rose is kinda of one with her 'food,' and then there's Violet, who makes me watch the same anime over and over again. I swear, I could tell you the name of all episodes, along with the summaries of all episodes, and recite the entire dialogue of the first Arc by memory.

"That was the 1999 version! Now we're watching the 2011 version!"

'WHAT?' I flopped on my bed face first, groaning into the mattress. Violet looked at me bemusedly and poked me in the side. I jolted.

"Hey! Ticklish!" She got an evil gleam in her eye. Paling, I backed away quickly. I nearly fell off of the bed. I held my hands up in an useless effort to defend myself

"Um… Vi? What are you- Maybe we can talk this-" I was interrupted by a fit of laughter as Vi tickled me.

"Now, Ebony. You can either continued being tortured by tickles, or you can give in and watch Hunter X Hunter with me." I squirmed, squealing, trying to get away from her, but she sat on my legs to keep me from going anywhere.

"No!" I gasped out. "Never!" Violet shrugged.

"Fine with me." She continued tickling me until it became very hard to breathe and my throat began hurting.

"I give! I'll watch Hunter X Hunter with you!" The tickle attack stopped and I rolled over to catch my breath.

"That's what I thought," Vi said smugly, looking down at me with a smirk.

"Meanie." I scowled at her, finally recovered. She rolled her eyes at me before she began coughing. I was by her side in an instant. "Vi! Are you okay? How are you doing? Do you need a hospital?" I asked frantically. She didn't answer and continued coughing. She finally recovered after I hit her back as hard as I could and she coughed out something. It was a glob of mucus and it landed on the floor right next to my bed.

"Ewww..." Vi groaned, getting a napkin to pick it up. I rolled my eyes at her, shoulders sagging in relief.

"It came out of your body. It landed on my floor. Why are you the one saying 'Ew?'" Vi grinned at me.

"Just wanted to rub that fact in. Besides it is gross, it's even grosser when it came out from you." I wrinkled my nose and turned on the TV. The theme song started playing.

Daichi wo fumishimete kimi wa mezameteiku

I sighed and got in a comfortable position as Vi sat back down next to me. We continued watching until the lights flickered and the TV turned off. I sat up. Vi gave an offended cry.

"I'll check the circuit box thingie." I couldn't see her, but I knew she was rolling her eyes at me.

"It's called-"

"Yeah, I don't care." Vi gave a mock gasp of horror before laughing when she heard me fall.

"Ow!" I yelped, rubbing my toe. "What was that hard thing?" Vi snorted.

"Well, a 'hard thing' could be many things. It could be a rock-" I interrupted her.

"Why would there be a rock in my room?"

"Why would there indeed?" A bright flash of light blinded me and suddenly there was a glowing man standing in front of us. He looked really old and like one of those anime characters, but more realistic. Anime is... Japanese. He looked like one of those monks. Are monks Japanese? I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Who are you and why are you in my room?" Would be the normal question, however, I didn't think of that. Instead, I asked a different, more important question.

"Are you a Japanese monk? Or are you a god in the disguise of an old Japanese monk? Or are you an old Japanese god in the disguise of an old Japanese man who is an old Japanese monk?" I asked. The man sputtered and his jaw dropped. Vi facepalmed.

"Stupid! That's not the first thing you ask a person!" The man answered none of the important questions I asked and instead felt around in his robe for something. He pulled out a scroll. A really long scroll that went from his hand to the ground.

"I am the Person Who Always Grants Wishes!" He boomed. I looked at him in disappointment.

"So you're not an old Japanese god in the disguise of an old Japanese man who is in the disguise of an old Japanese monk? Dang it. I really thought it was that one." Vi smacked me upside the head.

"Stupid! Shut up and listen to the old monk!" The 'PWAGW' looked offended.

"No, I am not a monk, I am a Person-"

"Who always grants wishes, got it. But that's too long. I'm going to call you Monk!" I declared. Monk looked taken back. Heh. He's probably never met someone as rude as me before.

"Monk?" He sputtered indignantly. I nodded. Monk. Isn't it better than the original name?

"Yup. PWAGW is too long. Monk works." Vi nodded in agreement.

"Plus, you look like a monk." I high-fived her.

"Teamwork!" I cheered. Monk just sighed and shook his head.

"Fine. Whatever. I am here to grant you six wishes each. Name them." I tilted my head.

"Isn't it three?" Monk shrugged.

"Three's boring and it's overrated." Vi furrowed her eyebrows.

"But, six is a multiple of three..." Monk shrugged again.

"Just doing my job. Anyway, wishes. Say them." I blinked.

"No rules?" Monk smacked his head.

"There are. No wishing for more wishes. No wishing you could have more wishes. No wishing rules away. No bringing someone back to life. No killing anyone. No reversing wishes." I grinned.

"Aren't you forgetting? No making someone fall in love with you." Monk shook his head.

"That's not a rule." I blinked.

"Really? Okay, then." I scratched my head as I thought about my six wishes. What should I use them for? Vi suddenly got a wide grin on her face.

"I wish that Ebony and I were in the world of Hunter X Hunter." Monk snapped his fingers and we were suddenly in the place where the applicants were. You know, the sewer that didn't have any water? Yeah, that place. Everything was animated. I looked down at my hands. Even me! I looked at Vi. She was too! We looked at each other and squealed. A light bulb went off over my head. And I could see it! I smirked at Vi. I knew what my first wish was.

"I wish Vi's cancer was cured." Another snap. I looked at Vi. "Do you feel any different?" She grinned.

"Yup! Loads!" I was happy, but felt something was off.

"Something's missing..." I muttered. Vi looked at me and apparently she knew what it was.

"I wish Cyan and Rose were also here, but our house because we have a life here in a country where Ebony and I are related and own a kingdom with our own citizens." Monk chuckled at her.

"Smart, three wishes in one. I'll let it slide, since you didn't say 'I wish' thrice, but no more of that." He snapped his fingers again. A piece of paper appeared in Vi's hand. It had a buttload of questions such as: What is the name of your country? How big is it? Etc. "Fill that out and give it to me later."

Vi handed it to me. I raised an eyebrow at her. "You can do the designs. Size and calculations, I'll handle that." I looked at the paper and then at Monk.

"We have nothing to write with." A pencil appeared in my hand.

'Nevermind, then.'

That feeling of longing was still there, however. I waved it away. I'll think about it later. I had to make another wish. I looked at Vi. She had her nose scrunched up like she always did when thinking and was rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

"I wish Vi's hair was as long as mine." Snap. Violet hair grew to Vi's knees. I grinned and dodged the smack that I knew was coming.

"Ebony Silver Ivory! You are not wasting all your wishes on me!" I shrugged, flinching a little at the use of my full name. I didn't like it. Silver was my eye color. Ivory was the family name. So, likewise, there was also Cyan Turquoise Ivory and Rose Skyblue Ivory. I didn't like my name much, it was so awkward.

"You're too selfless to use it on yourself, so I'll do it for you." Vi glared at me once more. I just smiled at her innocently. She sighed.

"I wish Ebony and I had our weapon of choice along with a first aid kit each." Monk opened his mouth to say something when I intervened.

"It's a kit thing. It's not two wishes." I smirked at him triumphantly. Monk sighed in defeat and snapped his fingers. He's given up on us. I chuckled, a bit maniacally, I must admit.

A staff appeared in my hand, two katanas in Vi's. I raised an eyebrow at her choice. She unsheathed them both. Polished metal gleamed right back at me. It was sharpened and in good condition. The handles were wrapped in brown cloth and one sheathe was black, the other purple.

"Katanas? Dual wielding?" She gave me a wide grin and nodded.

"Like-" I held up my hand to stop her.

"Don't." Vi, in turn, cocked an eyebrow at my choice.

"Staff?" I smiled at the staff. It was silver with weird spiral engravings all over it. It had a devil wing on the left and angel wing on the right attached it on one end.

"A magic one. Just add a bit of Nen, and poof! But, I don't know Nen yet, so we'll deal with it when the time comes. Plus, it's handy for both long and short range attacks."

Monk frowned at the staff. He muttered something and I couldn't hear all of it, but I did hear, "Some of the smartest people I have ever granted wishes for." I beamed and looked at Monk. I wanted to do other things than think of wishes.

"Can you come back later?" He nodded. I sighed in relief.

'Phew. Thought he was going to ask for a wish to make him go away and a wish to make him come back.'

"Just call for me and I will appear." He disappeared. I looked at the spot he was standing before whistling. I took the chance to examine Vi. She was still her, animated, but still her, and her features were enhanced. She was skinnier and more... curvy... than before, and she was taller. She was also wearing different clothes. Athletic shorts and a tight dark violet shirt along with her weapons at her sides. Her tag said #19. I looked down at mine. It said #20. I was wearing a looser navy sweater and jean shorts.

'Why am I the one with less elastic clothing? Vi can move around a lot more.' It must have been the result of the wish Vi made. 'But why were we chosen?' I couldn't help but wonder. I pushed the questions to the back of my mind. 'Doesn't matter. Let's fill out this question thing.'

"Ebony, I'm going to go find something to drink." I nodded distractedly.

"Okay." Vi got up and walked off.

***Information can be changed at anytime, but only by Violet Snow and Ebony Ivory***

What is the name of your country? Coloria

What rank are you?

'For Vi.'

List the country's ranks.

'For Vi.'

How big is your country?

'For Vi.'

What makes your country special? Describe it. We specialize in water, all citizens can manipulate water. It is NOT Nen. If any citizen is born without water manipulation skills, they can be taken to a person who will give them the power to manipulate water (More info in the 'Jobs in the kingdom' question) Any profession with water is best carried out by our people. If wished, citizens can remove their power to manipulate water by going to a person who specializes in removing the power. (More info in the 'Jobs in the kingdom' question.')

Sketch an image of the kingdom and write a description. I drew it all from birds-eye-view. I could see it in my mind's eye. The kingdom was on a lake like Tenochtitlan, and there were big areas with holes to get to the water. Not very industrialized, very rural, many farms, rice patties and animal farms especially. Houses were made of bricks and electric lines ran all throughout the kingdom.

Sketch an image of the castle and give a description. I stared blankly at the piece of paper for a minute.

'Castle? Can't we just live in a house? I'll get lost in a castle. It'll be like mother and father all over again.'

I slowly started drawing. There was no need for a moat. The kingdom was on a moat, so a moat in a moat would not make sense. There would be four spiraling towers made of stone on each corner of the castle, like I've seen in Disney movies. The castle itself was made of water. We had used the powers removed from others who didn't want them anymore and put the powers into special stones. The stones kept the castle intact and solid. The castle was safe. The stones were too big to destroy and to move. The inside was like a house. No expensive furs, no silk, no tapestries, just a bigger version of my house back at home.

What is the kingdom's anthem? (optional)

'No way am I doing that.'

Who rule the kingdom?

'For Vi.'

Animals only in the kingdom? (optional)

'... I'm not even going to think about what was going on when this question was formed.'

Jobs in the kingdom?

'I'll do some of them.'

Severer: They sever the bonds between you and your water control. You can always regain water control, however by going to a Mender.

Mender: Mends the bonds between you and your water control. Can not give you water control.

Giver: Gives you water control. Only two of them in this world at a time. The chosen people are the only ones who can give water control. Givers are chosen by the people. Water control must only be given to citizens.

Citizen rights? Can vote, own property

'And, that's all I've got. Vi can fill in the rest.'

Voting age? (Optional if unable to vote): 21

Laws? No slaves, no murder, no thievery, no abuse/violence at all

'...Vi can do all the work.'

Type of government?

'For Vi. But... I must...'

Democracy

Vi looked at the paper. She sighed. So much work.

'Why couldn't Ebony have done a bunch of this? Oh right. I told her not to. But hey! On the bright side, she did a bunch more work than I expected.'

What is the name of your country? Coloria

'I remember this. We both agreed that if we ever ruled a country, we would name it Coloria because of our names.'

Flashback

"Hey, Ebony!" Ten year-old Violet waved at a eight year-old Ebony. Ebony waved back.

"Vi!" Said girl grinned. Her friend hadn't changed at all in the week she had been at her Aunt's.

"So, how was your trip?" Vi asked, knowing a rant was about to tumble out. Ebony's expression changed from joy to sadness in an instant.

"Horrid," she spat. Vi frowned.

"How?" Ebony stood up and started stomping around the room, arms waving around in fury.

"She was the worst person possible! She yelled at Rose! You can't yell at Rose!" Vi's eyes widened. You can't yell at the sweet thirteen year-old who practically had a halo shining over her head. It's impossible to glare at her, much less yell at her.

"She yelled at Rose?" Vi repeated in shock. Ebony nodded.

"I KNOW! YOU CAN'T JUST YELL AT ROSE!" Her voice was getting louder with each passing word. Vi winced and tapped Ebony on the shoulder.

"Tone it down a little, Ebony." Ebony looked at her friend apologetically before taking deep breaths.

"That witch! She was yelling at me about etiquette lessons too. 'Stand up straight! Do you want to be a hunchback and be rejected by the rest of society?' That hag should really speak for herself. She looks like a deformed candy cane." Ebony muttered, no longer stomping around the house. Vi sighed in relief. She thought the entire house would come crashing down them with Ebony's stomping.

"Hey, Ebony! Why don't we run away one day when we're old enough?" Vi grinned. She had no relatives, Ebony hated hers, they were practically the same. Ebony tapped her fingers her leg in thought.

"Run away?" Vi nodded excitedly.

"We could take Rose and Cyan and create our own kingdom!" Ebony had her own grin on her face.

"Yeah! And we could banish all other mean, pesky relatives!" Vi stopped. They had a problem. A big problem.

"What should we call the kingdom?" Ebony blinked.

"How about Ebony and Vi land?" Vi grimaced.

"No way."

"Ebvi?" Vi bit her lip. It did sound okay and it definitely was better than the other name.

"Eh."

"Coloria!" Vi brightened.

"Coloria," she echoed softly. "How did you think of it?" Ebony shrugged.

"It's easy! Both our names are colors, so are Cyan's and Rose's, so we already have 'Color' and 'ia' makes it sound fancy!" Vi was shocked.

"Wow. I didn't know you could have such good ideas like this."

"I know, right?" Ebony grinned proudly. And then, what Vi just said sank in. "HEY!"

Vi smiled at the memory. That was on their two year friendship anniversary. She looked back down at the paper.

What rank are you?

'Isn't that an obvious answer?'

Princess. So is Ebony. Rose and Cyan are King and Queen, even if they aren't married.

List the country's ranks.

King- Oldest male in the royal family

Queen- Oldest female in the royal family, or bride of the King (I know it's really only the lover of the king, but I'm being original!)

Prince/Princess- Next in line for throne

Archduke, Archduchess, Duke, rest of nobility- Rich people who have a stick really high up in their... (For Ebony's sake, but you know what I mean) arse. Some are nice. Most are not.

Citizens- People who live in the kingdom.

How big is your country?

The size of a big city...? I don't know! And also, it's KINGDOM! NOT COUNTRY

The next few questions were filled out by Ebony.

What makes your country special? Describe it. We specialize in water, all citizens can manipulate water. It is NOT Nen. If any citizen is born without water manipulation skills, they can be taken to a person who will give them the power to manipulate water (More info in the 'Jobs in the kingdom' question) Any profession with water is best carried out by our people. If wished, citizens can remove their power to manipulate water by going to a person who specializes in removing the power. (More info in the 'Jobs in the kingdom' question.') Citizens must remove power when leaving the Kingdom for good.

'She actually thought some of this out. Of course, it still needs some tweaking, but other than that, it's good.'

Sketch an image of the kingdom and give a description. I drew it all from birds-eye-view. I could see it in my mind's eye. The kingdom was on a lake like Tenochtitlan, and there were big areas with holes to get to the water. Not very industrialized, very rural, many farms, rice patties and animal farms especially. Houses were made of bricks and electric lines ran all throughout the kingdom.

'Wow. Good sketch, horrible description. She really shouldn't be a writer as a profession.'

Sketch an image of the castle and give a description. There was no need for a moat. The kingdom was on a moat, so a moat in a moat would not make sense. There would be four spiraling towers made of stone on each corner of the castle, like I've seen in Disney movies. The castle itself was made of water. We had used the powers removed from others who didn't want them anymore and put the powers into special stones. The stones kept the castle intact and solid. The castle was safe. The stones were too big to destroy and to move. The inside was like a house. No expensive furs, no silk, no tapestries, just a bigger version of my house back at home.

What is the kingdom's anthem? (optional)

'No way.'

Who rule the kingdom?

The King and Queen. Cyan and Rose. (Duh)

Animals only in the kingdom? (optional)

'... I'm not even going to try.'

Jobs in the kingdom?

Severer: They sever the bonds between you and your water control. You can always regain water control, however by going to a Mender.

Mender: Mends the bonds between you and your water control. Can not give you water control.

Giver: Gives you water control. Only two of them in this world at a time. The rulers are the only ones who can give water control. Water control must only be given to citizens.

'She forgot a bunch of major ones.'

Hunters: Hunt for meat.

Gatherers: Gather crops from fields

Farmers: Grow crops

Archers: Offense

Soldiers: Defense and offense

Merchants: Make trade with other kingdoms by traveling around

Entertainers: Can sing, dance, play music, just entertain

'That's all I've got.'

Citizen rights? Can vote, own property, can have a job, can have pets, can leave the kingdom

Voting age? (Optional if unable to vote): 21

Laws? No slaves, no murder, no thievery, no domestic abuse, no using your power to do bad things

Type of government?

Democratic Monarchy

'There. Better. Not a full democracy, but citizens have freedom to an extent.'

"Ebony! Look!" I drowsily opened my eyes. I didn't even know I had fallen asleep. When did I fall asleep? Vi was right next to me, shaking me and pointing at four blurry figures.

"Huh?" I yawned tiredly.

"Kurapika!" That got my attention. I was now fully awake and rubbing at my eyes.

"What? Gon, Kurapika, and Leorio are here?" Vi was nodding furiously and gradually shaking me harder.

"Kurapika's here!" I groaned. She was screaming in my ear. I turned to her, annoyed and smacked her upside the head.

"I heard you the first time." My throat hurt and my voice came out huskier than usual. "And shut up. What if someone hears you?"

"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat in front of us. Vi turned with an annoyed look and was about to say something snappy when she froze. I blinked at her and turned to the person who cleared their throat. Ah, speak of the devil.

"Hello," I rasped. The boys cringed at my voice. I managed a tired smile. "Sorry, my friend here, woke me up." Leorio and Gon nodded in understanding. Kurapika simply narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know my name?" I shrugged. Oh dear. What lie can I make up now? Oh well, my kingdom's not that well known. I can sneak in some lies here and there.

"We have information on all clans. Kurta included." Their eyes widened at my lie. Or at my hopefully true, but probably not statement. He grabbed me by my shoulders.

"Do you have any information on the Spiders? Or of any survivors of the Kurta clan? " I couldn't respond. I was too busy trying to think up a lie. Aw crud! I really wish my brain would work. Now is not a good time to go to sleep!

"Kurapika, she's-" Leorio tried to say something. Kurapika ignored him, eyes starting to bleed red. A hand stopped him. I wasn't focusing so all I saw was a flesh colored blob.

"Blondie." It was Vi. It was Vi!? She was speaking like that to Kurapika? Dang, wish I had her like this everyday. "She's tired. Leave her alone." Kurapika glared at her. This is when my brain started to kick in. I opened my mouth to speak when Vi continued. "There actually is a survivor." My head snapped towards her.

"Vi!" I hissed.

'Is she crazy? There is no other survivor than Kurapika! She must be nuts! What are we going to do? Wish for another survivor? Oh no... She better not...'

Of course, she didn't listen to me. She never does. She continued on.

"The survivor is-" I lunged and covered her mouth with my hand. I dragged her off to a place really crowded so they couldn't follow.

"What are you doing?" I whisper yelled at her. She whisper yelled back in the same tone.

"Making up a lie that'll come true!" I looked at her sharply.

"Wha-" She sighed.

"Look. Your lie was decent, but probably not true. So, we need back up." I frowned at her. Is she using this as an excuse to do something selfish? She read the look on my face and shook her head. "I don't want to be a Kurta! I can't marry Kurapika that way!" She whined to me. I rolled my eyes. Of course. That's why.

"Just because you're in the same clan doesn't mean you're related. So-" She interrupted in excitement. She was practically bouncing on her feet.

"I can still marry him?" I sighed.

"Yes. If he says yes. You can't kidnap him and force him to marry you." Vi gave a dramatic gasp and put her hand to her chest as if she had been shot.

"I can't believe you think that I would do that!" I stared at her blankly.

"But you would." Vi thought about it for a second before shrugging.

"You're right." We sat there in awkward silence for a while.

"We should call Monk now, shouldn't we?" I asked. Vi looked at me like I was an idiot, I am, but even more stupider than usual and flicked me.

"He would be seen, stupid. Then we have to answer all these stupid questions. Why would we need to call him anyway?" I raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes widened comically as she realized what she just said. I closed my eyes took a deep breath. I knew Vi would try to escape, so I grabbed her arm, holding her in place.

"I thought you said you didn't want to be a Kurta because then you wouldn't be able to marry Kurapika." I all but growled. Vi gave me a look.

"Hon, I'm smarter and older than you. I already thought of a bazillion excuses I could use as to why I'm now a Kurta." I gave her the same exact look.

"So, technically I am also a Kurta? And Cyan and Rose?" I drawled. Vi looked at me like I was three.

"Why would they be- Oh." Her face lost all color as she realized what she did. I nodded. And she calls me stupid.

"Yeah... So, apparently... Now, the Kurta clan owns Coloria." She groaned.

"And we can't reverse it- Ugh." I nodded once again.

"Yup." She looked at me apologetically.

"Sorry, Ebony." I sighed. Too late now.

"Well, no use lingering on it. What's done is done. Let's live up to it." I got up and started making my way back to the boys who were still sitting there. Kurapika immediately opened his mouth, but I held up a hand to stop him.

"We lied." His face fell, before turning into anger. Leorio was huffing and puffing right next to him, ranting about kids these days having no self preservation and kindness, but I ignored him to focus on Kurapika. He looked absolutely livid.

"What?" I readied myself for this next statement.

"There are actually four other Kurtas than you." Kurapika froze. A glimmer of hope showed on his face as he asked us eagerly. Leorio shut up, finally and Gon just smiled happily.

"Really?" I nodded. He looked at us.

"Who are they?" I exchanged looks with Vi. Here it comes. I just hope he doesn't faint or anything.

"Two of them are us." Kurapika's face went blank. I felt Vi cringing right next to me. I think I flinched a little too.

"Show me your eyes," he demanded quietly. I swallowed dryly.

'Just feel a strong emotion. You can do it.' I thought about my anger at my parents and relatives and how they tied Rose and I down just because we were female. I closed my eyes and opened them again, hoping they were red. I peeked at Vi. Hers were crimson. By her reaction, mine were as well. Kurapika didn't react. He didn't move at all, actually. Leorio's jaw was dropped and Gon's eyes were wide in awe and admiration? I think, but it was all good things. Look at what this world is doing to me. I'm examining people's eyes for emotions. Looking back at the shellshocked Kurta, I tried to continue my explanation.

"The other two-" I was cut off by a hug. He was hugging us. An uncharacteristic hug, but a hug, nonetheless. I almost couldn't breathe. I can't really blame him, though. I'd be happy too if I'd found out there were four other clan members other than me alive and two were right there. Vi hugged him right back. Me, being more awkward with PDA, just patted his back. Kurapika finally let go after a while and looked at us gratefully.

"Thank you." I blinked in confusion. What's he thanking us for? For telling him we were Kurtas?

"For what?" Kurapika smiled and patted my head. He was really tall, now that I think about it. He's what? 17? Same age as Rose. He's a lot taller, though. Not as tall as Cyan, but still really tall.

"For being alive." Vi grinned at him cheerily.

"No prob! Also, we knew your name, not because of Clan records, but because we saw you around the village a couple of times. We heard there might be a Kurta taking the Hunter Exam this year and so we rushed to take it." I looked at Vi in awe. She could be a professional liar. Look at those lies rolling off of her tongue! Kurapika didn't suspect a thing as he sat on the floor, tilting his head up. I sighed. So much drama and we haven't even met Killua yet.

Oh my freaking god. 7,000 words. With no author's note. Holy cow. How do some people do this for every chapter? This story just wrote itself. I had a whole other plan for this and this story's like 'Nope! Let's do this instead! Let's make them Kurtas!' Yeah, completely a huge accident that kinda turned out to be good? Sorta? I don't know what I'm doing. My hands are moving on their own and my brain's just following along. It's 12:40 am and I'm here typing up a storm. Ugh. My hands hurt so much right now. I am so sorry to readers of my other stories. I'm focusing on this one because I have a really good feeling about it. 7,000 words and they haven't even met Killua yet. Ugh. Anyway, I need sleep. I only got 6 hours of sleep last night and I've been functioning on auto-pilot. So, review, fav, follow, blah, blah, blah, night.