Disclaimer: I hold no rights whatsoever to Umineko No Naku Koro Ni, nor the characters of the show. Everyone belongs to thier rightful creator.
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By some amazing stroke of luck, I was sucked into the world of Umineko exactly 8 seconds before Maria began her awful wailing.
As I ran though the gardens, I shuffled in my backpack for a handkerchief. Maria's cries pierced the damp air and I skidded into the view of the newcomers.
"Uu, uu!"
"H-Hey, what is this?" Battler exclaimed as I stuffed the hankie into the young girl's annoying mouth.
"I can't take this stupid noise any more!" I said as Maria thrashed in my arms. "Also," I added, "I'm keeping her from being beaten by your aunt." I gave a knowing glance to Battler, jerking my head at Rosa. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
Shannon looked frightened as little Maria's glassy eyes blinked lazily.
"Battler-san, do something!" Jessica whispered.
I took the cloth from her mouth and gently set her against the wrought iron fence, under the rose bushes.
Her eyes were open, but she didn't move much.
At the horrified looks on their faces, I flippantly waved my hand around. "She's fine, just dizzy. Maybe now she won't be so annoying."
Instead of Battler, it was Kanon who stepped forward and slapped me across the cheek. "How dare you treat Maria-sama this way? Go home foreigner, we can take care of ourselves."
I touched my cheek. Rosa—still looking a bit pole axed—bent over her daughter and adjusted the tiny black crown.
"I was simply trying to help. That noise gets annoying after a while," I told them, a passive-aggressive edge to my voice.
They said nothing, though Maria did poke her tongue out at me as I re-materialized in my house.
Balling my fists, I pounded the door frame. That idiotic sound that the pipsqueak continued to make always grated on my ears through every episode I watched, and I had always wished that someone other than Rosa would get irritated.
Suddenly the image of Maria's creepily smirking face arose in my mind and I slammed my fist against the wood of the doorway again. "I hate that girl!"
I slid down against the wall, down to the floor, and nursed my hand.
A golden butterfly flitted through the window and lit on my bruised knuckles. "I hate her..."
A/N: Rather angsty, this, but it reflected my feelings for Maria quite well. My friend and I watched the First and Second cycles together, and this is what came of it all. Please read, review, and enjoy.
C.D.M.