A/N:Wow, accualy writining a LuigixDaisy fic...

oh, and before I get started, I DID NOT COPY XxDokuroJirachixX IN ANY WAY!!!

I love your story's girl, and I know you have this whole,'' who's the father?'' Thing, but this story is mine! ALL MINE! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!

Disclaimer: Nintendo owns all, except for Claire, and the plot... oh, and Mittens! :-3

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It had been 10 years...

10 years since it happened...

10 years with all the crying...

Sorrow...

and His baby.

'Or is this really that bad?' Daisy would ask herself almost everyday. She would always give herself the same answer...

''Maybe...''

Her 10 year old daughter, Claire, was the best thing that had happened to her in those 10 years.

What happened in those 10 years?

Well let me be the first to explain...

10 years ago, right after Claire was born, her kingdom went to war. Her father lay on his death bed, and Daisy was left to take care of things herself... Hair falling out, and stress rising so high, she couldn't take it. She sat by her father, whom coughed due to his illness, but still listened to his daughter. Her hair was out of place, and Claire could be herd screaming down the hall.

"I can't take it anymore..." Daisy sighed, placing her face on her hands, which where mounted on her knees.

Her father chuckled, at the mention of Daisy giving up. He looked at her with a smile. "Daisy, I know you can... I also know that its been rough, but you can't just quit now. You have a beautiful daughter, this dream castle, and you're the queen. Isn't this what you wanted?" He finished, coughing slightly.

She paused for a moment before responding.

"No..."

Her father sat up a bit, with a look of confusion marked on his face. "Excuse me?"

"I don't want this dad! I want to live in a little country home, with the father of my child, Claire, and maybe a pet or two... Not this... Not fudge ripple cake after every meal, a big huge lobster on every plate, or servants who when you say "jump," they ask "how high?". I don't want this..."

Daisy began to whimper, for the first time in 10 years. She buried he face in her fathers shoulder."I'm sorry daddy...I just can't do this..."

Her father was simply shocked, but understanding his daughters cry for help, he put a warm smile on his face."Go on ahed"

And thats exactly what she did. She bought a country home, that was in the Mushroom kingdom, but not in the town square where all the hustle and bustle is.

They got a kitten named Mitten, and Claire was happy as could be.

One thing wasn't there.

Claire's father.

Daisy called his phone about 13 times in a row for 3 hours until she finally gave up.

Now, She couldn't even think about him without getting a snarl on her face. Claire knew about him. Not his name, not what he looked like... Just his voice. 10 year old Claire had seen her mother watch clips on her laptop of when the two where together, but never could make out what was on the screen.

But now, thats all over and done with...

Claire's eyes snapped open as her mother came in softly to wake her up.

"Good Morning sweetie. I hope you didn't forget about our trip to see Auntie Peach and Uncle Mario." Daisy said sarcasticly with a giggle.

"Nope! How could I forget?" Claire replied, jokingly .

"Well, You can go on ahed and pick out your own outfit, and then you can come on out and eat your favorite breakfast," Daisy paused, waiting for Claire to pick up.

"Blueberry and Choco-Chunck pancakes with a side of bacon and a big glass of milk?" She answered, with an enormous smile.

"You gotcha'." Daisy finished as she left.

Claire had tons of clothes, but had an outfit picked out for the occasion. It consisted of an orange shirt, that had a typical daisy in the middle, with a striped skirt that had the colors orange and black in it. She wore a black belt, that she clipped a brett to, which looked like a daisy.

"Done! whacha' think?" Claire said strutting a little.

Daisy laughed. "Where'd you get it? My closet?"

Claire sat down to a hardy breakfast, and then, they where off.

The drive? No. The walk? Yes.

It was quite peaceful. Being alone with just each other. To bad it didn't last long.

Mario and peach sat on a bench outside the castle in the garden, watching their 2 sons frolic, and play games like soccer, or football.

Daisy walked up the hill, leaving Claire to play with her cousins.

"Well if it isn't Claire!" One of the boys exclaimed tossing her the football, which she easily caught, then threw back.

"Hi Marc."

They tossed the ball back and forth having a small conversation.

"So,what's Peter doing over there?" Claire asked out of curiosity.

(If you didn't already know, Marc and Peter are Mario & Peach's kids. Cleaver eh?)

"Oh, Mom got all upset and flipped out at him for getting in a fight..." Marc replied, answering my question.

"Okay... so why isn't he allowed to play catch?"

"He hurt his arm..."

He was bouncing a soccer ball on his knee off in the distance.

Claire just nodded. Marc and Peter wern't twins, eyen though they looked a lot like it. The both had the same helmet hair, but Peter had blonde hair, and the other had brown. Both had the same Dark blue eyes, and fond love for the cousin claire.

Back up the hill, Daisy finally reached the table that Mario and Peach shared.

"Hey guys." Daisy greeted, sounding like a kid again.

"Hey Daisy. How have you been?" Mario asked, taking a bite of a sandwich.

Peach stared at his as if to ask,'Why would you stuff your face when we have a guest over! god forbid you talk...'

"Good, basic stuff."

Peach smiled as she straitened herself up.

"Well, I just wanted to say..." Peach got cut off by a loud scream, which was from the one and only Claire.

Daisy rushed down the hill, not even giving the others time to think.

Claire lay down at the bottom of the hill, scraped up a bit, whimpering. Marc and Peter where nowhere to be found. "Honey! are you okay? Oh sweetie what happened???" She questioned, picking up her head and holding it, then pressing it against her chest while she hugged her.

"He tried to take me.." She mannaged to square out. "Who? who tried to take you?"

"My father..."

Daisy's eyes snapped open.

Reality started to fill her eyes.

"Mom?" Claire questioned. Daisy at the time was sleeping on her hand, which was by the coffee maker, that repeatedly went Ding.

"Oh, Must have dozed of there....." Daisy began getting a mug out of the pantry.

She turned back as she noticed that Claire was eating must of not left yet.

"Promises, Promises..." Daisy mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee.

A/N: How is it? should I continue? BTW, Next chapter will sound more professional. I have it all planned out and everything. Tell me if you love it, hate it, or cant stand it.

Yours truly,

~lolLindzay121