A.N: Hello, everybody. I have a billion stories out now that I need to keep working at, so why not start another?! This story came as a result of all the nice feedback for Recettear: a Tear for You.

Sadly, I no longer like that story, and don't like the direction it takes, so I decided to write a new story that crosses over Recettear, Chantelise, and Fortune Summoners. It will be very different from what the previous story would be like. Anyway...

CHANTTEAR: A TALE OF TWO FAIRIES WHO FELL IN LOVE

CHAPTER ONE: LIKE ANY OTHER DAY?

Recette Lemongrass sat at her counter desk, humming to herself as scores of customers flooded into the store, looking over the mint condition merchandise stacked upon cherry wood counters spread throughout the spacious store. A young customer with brown pigtails and gleaming hazel eyes brought a taiyaki treat to the counter, and looked up at Recette.

"How much for a taiyaki?" The young girl asked.

"1650 pix!" Recette chirped in her overly happy tone as she always did.

"That sounds great!" The girl squealed as she placed 1750 pix on the counter, "The extra 100 is a tip, so keep it!"

"Wow! Thanks!" Recette squeaked as her eyes shone as bright as the afternoon sun itself.

Tear sat watching the transaction from the other side of the counter. She grinned lightly, her head tilted downwards and away from Recette, her eyes becoming moist.

A while ago, she would not have been able to even get a single thousand out of that, Tear thought to herself, Now I doubt she even needs me around anymore.

Tear watched on, nodding slightly as she saw Recette sell a number of other wares; a golden muffler to Louie (who should honestly spend his money on more important things,) some sake to Charme (as if she didn't have enough already,) and a cookie jar for the lady living across the street. Recette kept her cheerful grin as she dealt with person after person, pocketing enough pix to give the local nobles a run for their money...if she could keep it up. near closing time, Recette had nearly sold everything the store had, when one last customer approached Recette, with nothing in her hands at all. She was draped entirely in black robes that did not show ant skin at all, but Recette could clearly tell that she had a young-looking face, pointy ears, and a barely restrained chest that seemed to bounce out of sync.

"Hello, miss," The woman began to ask in a relatively charming-sounding deep feminine voice, "Could I place a request for an item?"

"Wh...what kind of item were you thinking of?" Recette asked apprehensively, slightly leaning backwards.

The woman pulled out a piece of paper, with a picture of a round, smooth topaz on it. "Something like this. But not just ANY topaz, mind you. I want a magical one; the absolute most magical one you can possibly find."

Tear turned her head to the stranger, and squinted as she shook her head. The strange woman sneered back at her.

"I'm not sure I can do that," Recette stated as she brought her hand to the back of her head, "I don't really know how to measure magical power in anything."

The woman pointed directly at Tear. "Fairies are magical. She can probably sense it." She told Recette.

"Even if I could sense something like that, I don't know why I would ever find something like that for YOU." Tear growled.

"Because I can pay you a hefty sum," The woman retorted, "Specifically, eight million pix."

Recette's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, while Tear fell backwards at that remark. "I bet you don't even HAVE that much money on you!" Tear shouted back as she got up.

"Well, not ON me," The woman began to say, "But lookie here!" The woman waved her hands at the air, tearing a hole in reality. Both girls' eyes widened, and pupils shrunk as they saw an endless abyss of pix on the other side of the portal. The woman snapped her fingers, closing the portal just as quickly as it had opened.

"Now do you believe me?" The woman asked smugly as she grinned and raised an eyebrow.

"Well...that is a LOT of pix." Recette slowly responded.

"Recette..." Tear began to whisper, "I'm not so sure about this."

"We..." Recette began to draw out.

"Yeeeeeesssss?" The woman growled, leaning in even closer, raising an eyebrow.

"We accept!" Recette quickly blurted out, "When do you want it?"

The woman's smile grew so wide, it practically split her face asunder.

"I will monitor your progress. You will hear from me again when you obtain it." The woman vanished into a haze of dark purple mist.

"That doesn't sound creepy at all..." Recette mumbled quietly.

"Merde, Recette," Tear sighed, "That might not have been such a good idea. What if she wants to use that gem to spread destruction?"

"Don't worry, Tear," Recette chirped, "We've dealt with dark lords before, and nothing bad has happened yet. All is well that ends well!"

Oh Recette, Tear thought, Even you still have a lot to learn...