Hey guys! I'm new to the Shugo Chara fandom, so don't be afraid to say something to help me improve the sheer OOCness. This will be Rimahiko mainly, my second favourite couple. But Rima might not show up for a bit, so be patient okay? It's my first multi-chaptered fic as well, so…enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Shugo Chara!
Chapter 1: I'm a Princess?
It was very fancy. That was all he had to say about the place. Not dazzling, not magnificent, just extremely fancy. A bit too fancy for his liking. Marble pillars rose from the equally shining tiled floor, reaching up to connect with the ceiling. Huge chandeliers laden with dozens of diamonds and gems hung in pretty much every large room. Stain glass windows, depicting each generation of the royal family in turn, decorated the walls of the corridor; and that was just the hallway leading into the place. Statues and sculptures of various scenes from the outside world decorated the winding passages inside the main building. Towering turrets ascended from the ground, the delicate glass spires at their tips caressing the clouds gently.
Yep, definitely fancy. It was the only thing he could think of as he entered the palace. Yes, the palace. God knows why had he had been requested in England, as he had never been there in his life. Luckily, school had been quite a blessing for the violet haired teen as he had taken English as another language. He glanced over at his mother walking beside him, tall and proud. Well that was what she was usually like. At the moment, she looked quite tense and nervous. A hint of sadness shone through her grey eyes although she covered it all up with a smile. Her slumped shoulders didn't help much in the convincing department though.
When the guards with the odd furry hats had finally reached their destination, he breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly, he was getting quite annoyed with all the strange looks that people had been giving him. Some servants guided them inside to a small chair where a nervous young woman was fidgeting with her lightly curled maroon hair. When she saw them, her tired face broke into a wide smile and she clapped her hands enthusiastically.
"Ah Fujisaki-san, you have finally arrived. We were waiting for you and your daughter." Daughter? He looked up at his mother in confusion. Since when did he have a sister? Unfortunately, she seemed just as confused as he was. The woman seemed to notice this and raised her eyebrows in question. She beckoned to his mother, gesturing to the hallway.
"Fujisaki-san, would you please come this way?" His mother followed the woman down the hallway and around the corner, leaving the boy on his own. They slipped through a door on the left, hushed murmurs filling the hallway. And of course, being the curious teenager that he was, he followed them. He bent over slightly, holding his ear close to the door. The voices became clearer.
"Fujisaki-san, don't you remember the agreement? That's the whole reason you and your child are here!" He knew that it was the voice of the maroon haired woman.
"Of course I do Sanjou-san; how could I forget?" He would never forget the voice of his own mother. But what were the two women talking about?
"But then why did you look so surprised when I attempted to welcome you?"
"Well, you said daughter." Their voices had grown quieter, forcing him to lean even closer, almost to the point of touching the door.
"Yes and?"
"Well I only have a son."
"What?" She shouted, making the boy lean back a little. He rubbed his ears, fearing that he would go deaf. The voices continued, only more softly.
"Yes, a son."
"But that's preposterous! The king and queen have believed from the beginning that their child was a girl!" He frowned in confusion.
"Well what's wrong with a male heir?"
"Absolutely nothing! The point is that their royal majesties believe that they would see their daughter today, not a boy!"
"Excuse me?"
"That teenager that you had with you, he should be a female!"
A loud crash sounded from around the corner, catching the bickering females' attention. A mess of purple hair lay sprawled across the carpet, arms and legs protruding limply from it. It lifted its head, revealing the boy's confused face.
"A female?" His mother avoided his gaze, worry and concern etched across her face. Her maroon haired companion just stared at him, carefully scrutinising his features.
"Ah Nagi, this is Sanjou Yukari. Sanjou-san, my son Nagihiko." Said people stared each other down, neither one letting up. Suddenly, a wide smile spread across Yukari's face and she clapped her hands together enthusiastically.
"You must be terribly confused right now. Well you see Fujisaki-kun, you are a foster child."
"Huh?"
"Fujisaki-san isn't your mother."
"Eh?" His expression became more perplexed by the minute, eyes widening with every sentence spoken.
"Well to put it bluntly…you, Fujisaki-kun, are the princess."
"What?" He pretty much yelled out it out, damn near deafening the two older women. But then again, they had done the same thing to him beforehand.
"I can't be the English princess," he began hurriedly. "I'm average, I'm Japanese! And if you haven't noticed, I'm a boy!" Yukari grinned, her delicately manicured fingers clutching at her stomach as she doubled over in laughter.
"Well that's an easy fix! You'll just have to dress as a girl!"
"Wait what?"
Um…thanks for reading if you did! Please leave a review on the way out and tell me how I went, what I could improve on, and whether or not I should continue. Correct me on any spelling or grammatical errors, it's the only way I'll improve! No flames please, although constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoyed it, bye!
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