A/N: Okay, I know what you're probably thinking. 'Twilight_Anarein has started her third fanfiction for some random anime and she didn't even finish her first one. Well first things first, my Wolf's Rain fanfic 'Rebirth' is coming to it's close, and should be making a sequel to it very soon...so there's more to come!
And second thing is, if you have watched the last episode of Le Chevalier D'eon than you probably expected something to be happy coming out of it. But no, they just HAD to make a really tragic ending and the part where you watched Robin die can make any girl tear up until the episode finishes (unless if you are a Robin fan like me, this is a must-read 'cause this is his own story). And I thought to myself, like many other Le Chevalier fans, they deserve a happier ending 'cause I hate how they ended it!
Okay, I will shut up now, and I'll let you read and enjoy yourselves. Comments are always appreciated.
Stage 1: Lovely Rose
Another day has gone by, and the moon gently makes its path in the dimed sky.
The candlelights have bit lit in every house and every street corner, and horse carriages make their way back into the stables and rest for the evening.
There was still some people out and about, some of which were doing some last minute shopping. Others waved to their friends and tell them to have a safe trip home.
And that is how the story ends in Paris, France. Always the same cycle repeating everyday and every year. Or at least…that is what one specific girl thought.
And that girl happens to be staring outside the bakery's only front window.
Oh, Paris… She sighs, My Paris…you change so fast over the years. And yet, you bring the next decade one step closer to us.
She blinks for a split second and lifts up her basket full of freshly made bread. She pushes some dark red hair from out of her eyes so she could count the money that she owed.
"Merci, Miss Gail." The cashier greets her with a charming smile. He starts to twirl his fake moustache into tiny curls, only leaving Gail to laugh about it.
"Bernard, when will you decide to take off that moustache?" Gail said, still giggling over how silly the curls looked, which were indeed out of proportion. "I mean, it's not worth it. You could be like everyone else and wait for it to grow."
"Yes, I know, but I really want to attract some more female customers really badly." He answers breathlessly. "Having all these buff men appear with their ladies in my bakery shop is too much for me to handle. I have a life too, Gail, and it's not here spending my time keeping my bakery in order."
"Bernard," Gail began, just minutes before she decided to put the basket down on the floor. She sighed and answered, "Someday, you will. You may never know when it will be, but I know you'll find somebody soon. It may probably be someone that you know so to speak."
"Yeah, yeah, you're probably right." Bernard smiled again, "I should take it like a man and find my dream girl one day."
"Okay, now that that's settled," Gail picked up her basket and lifted up her pink hood, "I should probably get going. It's either that or the Mademoiselle will get upset with me for being late again."
She hurries for the door, she opens it and that tiny bell that hung up from above it rang oh, so softly. Gail suddenly stops in place and then she looks up at Bernard and says, "Oh hey Bernard! You will be there at tomorrow's event right?"
"That's right, I will be there…don't worry about it too much." Bernard answered sheepishly, still continuing to toy around with his fake moustache. "Maybe at that time, I will take your advice and hopefully find my dream girl there."
"Okay, then…" Gail answered with a nervous laughter. She took off in a heartbeat but then she suddenly skidded to a complete stop and ran back towards the bakery… again.
She opens the door and then she sees Bernard taking his overcoat and keys. He blows the lights out and then he freaks out when he sees Gail standing there in the moonlight, her shadow that cast upon those worn-out beige walls.
"The hell, Gail?" Bernard's voice was still stammering from that aftershock. "You scared the crap outta me! I was this close to literally jumping out that back window and let a horse carriage run over me! Now, what is it that you want?"
"N-nothing!" Gail answers sheepishly, "I was just going to tell you goodnight…somehow I must've been thinking about this new song that I wrote and that the piece is really good and somehow I forgotten to-,"
"Hush." Bernard places a finger on Gail's lips. She suddenly stops to look up to him, even if it was dark, you can still see those tiny lights from the moon glisten in her dark blue eyes. "You worry too much. I'm sure you'll be great, but just do me a favor and just stay calm. We've already been through this little chat before."
Gail understood right away and she starts to nod her head in response. Bernard releases his finger from her lips and then she starts to head her way back home.
From the corner of her eye, she sees Bernard locking up his bakery tight for the night and then he waves at Gail, saying, "Goodnight Gail! I promise I will be there early tomorrow before your piano solo begins!"
Gail smiles, and then she sees the horse carriage pull up right in front of her and she scurries along and away they went into the night.
The instant that the horse carriage pulls up in front of the gates, Gail immediately steps out of the carriage and closes the door behind her with caution. She gives the man the leftover pocket money she had left and the man lifted up his hat in gratitude, and he takes off on that same street.
Gail continues to look up at those gates, and inside, is the palace. The same one where Queen Marie and King Louis the XIV live in for so many decades. Gail dreamed of going inside that palace all her life. And now, after all these long years and hard work, after so many rejections, the King himself sent her a message that he loves her new piece and he wants her to play it at tomorrow's New Year reception.
Gail looked up at that palace and a smile widened across her face. "And when that time comes," she began, "I'll have my chance to show my King that I am worthy enough to stay at the palace, with him, Queen Marie, the maids, and the knights. And that, will be the day that I'll never forget."
She takes one last look at the place, and starts sprinting towards home. Her house was small and it sits on top of a grassy mountain with a surprisingly beautiful view. Her house was none other than the original regal villa home, but at least it was middle class material and not one of those shanty homes that are directly outside the city.
Her house was owned by an old woman that's not older than 73 but not even younger than 68. Since she was a shrill old lady, and doesn't like to get social with people, Gail and a whole bunch of random folks just go with 71 years old.
Gail looks at that naked, worn-out door and wonders if she will live. Her Mistress, like many other nasty old ladies with no lives whatsoever, gives Gail a curfew on what time she will be out and when she's supposed to come back.
And coming home late is not so much fun for Gail. The last time Gail came home late she couldn't sleep at night because the Mistress beat her with her stick, naked, and she couldn't go to sleep at night with all of the abdominal pains. The thought of it could make any teenage girl shudder, Gail did.
She opens the door slowly so her Mistress wouldn't hear the door creak as she got inside; and she places the basket of bread on the nearest countertop. This works out all the time, well, ever since that day happened she started coming up with this little devious plan by herself.
She sneaked away up the stairs, holding her white slippers in hand so that the Mistress wouldn't hear any noise.
Gail went straight into her room, and went to change back into her maids clothes, since the Mistress would not allow it if she was caught going out with new things to wear. Gail felt thankful that the Mistress didn't sneak a peek inside her closet, otherwise, it's 'beating-up-fully-naked' time.
"Miss D'Costa!" She heard her Mistress roar, for a voice that seemed pretty powerful. "Have you started making dinner yet? I'm so hungry that I could tear apart this entire house and wouldn't even give a damn about it."
"C-coming!" Gail answered, her voice stammering. By God, that woman really scares me.
She scurries down the stairs, not bothering to slip into her white slippers. She didn't even care about letting the cold, white marble staircase leaving that blistery feeling inside the soles of her feet. All she cared about was getting the job done, so she could be home free for the evening without any worries at all.
It was already past midnight, as Gail continued to gaze at the stars through her own window.
"Oh, Sonny," Gail answered in a soft tone, "If only you were here to sing me your lullaby, it will help me go to sleep quickly and I won't have to worry about making time go faster…which is highly impossible to do."
Gail suddenly looks down at her bed, her eyes started gazing down at the golden pocket watch that just sits there and ticks every second of every day. According to the clock, it was of course 2:30 in the morning, and then Gail let out a huge sigh and fell to her pillows.
"Just four more hours…until I leave this place for good." Gail started to gaze at the sky again, a deepening sadness reaching on her face. "Why won't time go any faster? I really hate being here."
She suddenly sat upright, of course, she remembered something. She scurried up towards her desk and went through all the crumpled up sheets of paper and pulled out yet, and pulled out something small and shiny from within those drawers.
Then she sat back down on her bed and lied her head down on her pillows.
In her hand, was a simple little silver locket, that had a played a lovely little tune when you just open it.
"Sonny's lullaby…" Gail whispered softly, "And I even remember how the song went."
Gail suddenly closed the locket and re-opened it again. This time, she wanted to sing with the rhythm.
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of time to decide
Do we run? Should I hide?
For the rest of my life?
Can we fly? Do I stay?
We could lose, we could fail
And the moment it takes
To make plans or mistakes
30 minutes a blink of an eye
30 minutes to alter our lives
30 minutes to make up my mind
30 minutes to finally decide
30 minutes to whisper your name
30 minutes to shoulder the blame
30 minutes to bliss, 30 lies
30 minutes to finally decide
To decide
Just as the locket's tune slowly died away, Gail looked up to see what the time on her pocket watch was. The melody was so soft and mellow, she completely lost track of the time.
"3:07 in the morning…" Gail sighs hopelessly, "Just three more hours left and I'm out of-,"
She immediately starts yawning, her eyes feeling droopy, her vision getting hazy. She fluffs up her pillow and then she finishes her sentence with, "…here."
30 Minutes by T.a.t.u.
A/N: Y'know, back then, when I was still planning out 'Sweet Disposition' it took FOREVER to find the perfect song for Gail to sing, otherwise, her theme that is. So from now on, through most of the story, you'll probably see the lyrics at random somewhere. See ya until the next chapter! ^_^/
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