The Runaway Princess
A/N: Hello everyone!!! This is russianpopprincess making a new story : Yay me! This is called the runaway princess. Doyyy. I think everyone can see it now. Ha ha. Anyways... lets move on!!! This would probably be a 5 shot so yea :
Dedicated to anime chudoku a.k.a Stefi Kato my beshyyy.
Chapter 01: Macaroni and Cheese
The brunette whined once more about her colossal ballroom dress. It was a golden poofy dress with layers and layers of clothing. She couldn't breathe any longer. Not only that but she had to balance a big dictionary on her head soon while walking and dancing gracefully across the hall. Another fact was that she had the strictest teacher around, Miss Goldbloom. Mikan believed that she was strict because she had no husband. Because of this, Mikan tried to help by hooking her up with someone. She got a serious beating after.
"Now miss Sakura," Miss Goldbloom said in her British accent, "Balance... Balance."
OOF!
"Miss Sakura, get on your feet right now," she said frustrated, "If you expect to be a respected princess in the coming years, you must be poised. How will you ever be a princess if you keep falling?"
"Well maybe I don't want to be a princess!"
"Absurd! A princess not wanting to be the heir of the royal family?!" she lectured, "It is simply undone! Now get up!"
Mikan quickly stood up and took the book. In frustration, she forcefully gave the book to her tutor and dashed off to her room. Miss Goldbloom simply rolled her eyes in disgust.
"What is wrong with that lunatic???" she asked herself, "Doesn't she know that I'm trying my hardest?! She's a slave driver!"
She sighed in defeat and went closer to her mirror. The picture of her mother which hung across calmed her down nicely. She took the picture off and sat down at the bed looking at it.
"Oh mom," she smiled, "I wish you were here. You always were graceful and you were able to have fun with it. I wish I was more like you."
KNOCK KNOCK!
"Mikan?" her father knocked.
"Just go away," Mikan said burying herself under her silk blanket.
After a few knocks more, the king decided to come in. He looked at the depressed daughter and smiled. He slowly sat on the bed and gave her a nice pat on the back to comfort her.
"Now, now, Mikan," he smiled, "Don't get hot headed."
"Daddy, everything I do turns out all wrong. I wish I was at least a bit like mom then things would be fine!"
"But who said you were your own mother? Sure, she's graceful as a wave but she wasn't as fun as you."
"Yea right," she sighed, "The whole village knew her as the spunky, pretty, sweet and kind princess."
"And you?"
"When I pass someone from the village they just look at me and look away."
"They'll know you. I promise."
"Okay."
The king just gave her another pat, a kiss on the cheek and left. His daughter was very tired he believed and so he let her sleep. Mikan looked at her father as he slowly left. The farther he got the sleepier she felt. And so the little princess slept...
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Little Mikan opened her hazel eyes. As she opened up to the world, he saw the dark red curtains covering the window. It was dark. She looked at the clock beside her and saw the time: 11:00 pm. Just in time for her escape plan.
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"Oi, wake up boy!" Tsubabsa yelled out kicking a young boy.
"What did I tell you about waking me up like that?"
"Were going to kidnap the princess," Tsubasa seriously said.
"Already?"
"Yep. Get ready."
Mikan packed her bags and awaited for her good friend, also a commoner, Hotaru's arrival. She saw none. From far away, Hotaru slept well. Mikan wondered and waited while the "Fire Casters" went off and went on with their plan. From the impatience, Mikan climbed down the vines but failed with a bump. She looked up.
"What were you doing?" a young boy raised an eyebrow looking at the princess.
"I was... um," she looked at him, "Please don't tell my father."
"Whatever," he ignored not knowing who she was.
"I'm running away," Mikan said, "I am just sick of being the princess."
"You're the princess?" He smirked, "How convenient."
"Are you one of Hotarus workers?"
He raised an eyebrow again, "Whatever. Just come with me."
"Okay!" she smiled. (She doesn't even know she's getting kidnapped. Haaay. What am I to do with you Mikan?)
"C'mon higher! I think that's her room!" Tsubasa yelled out quietly to a blonde haired boy.
"She's not in here!!!" the boy said.
"What are you doing?" A raven-haired boy mumbled poking Tsubasa.
Tsubasa looked at him irritated, "Didn't I already tell you?! We're kidnapping the---."
Mikan slowly peeked out behind Natsume and waved.
Natsume pulled Tsubasa's ears down and whispered, "She doesn't know we're kidnapping her so keep it on low profile."
"Really?" Tsubasa sweat dropped, "How can she not know?"
"Yea, she's as stupid as a dumbbell."
Suddenly, she looked at Ruka who was dangling on her window. He looked at her and blushed resulting to him falling down. Mikan gasped and ran towards him.
"Are you okay?" Mikan asked concerned.
"Are you an angel?" he asked a bit starry eyed and confused as well.
She giggled a bit then helped him up, "No, but I do think you fell from my window. Should I ask... why?"
"We were..." he lost track of his words.
"Rescuing you from this awful place!" Tsubasa said covering Ruka's mouth.
"Okay!" she smiled, "Where are we headed?"
"Just rest already, okay?" Tsubasa said carrying her.
Mikan dozed off once more. Taking one last good glance at the palace, she finally fell fast asleep.
"Bye father,"Mikan mumbled.
Mikan woke up to see a new day. All went well when she didn't see the painting on the ceiling of the palace. She was relieved. She stood up and opened the door. It was a beautiful garden.
"Wow," Mikan mumbled in awe.
"What are you doing up so early? Ruka asked, "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ruka."
"Mikan," she shook hands with him, "I'm used to waking up so early for my morning exercise."
"Ah, how does it feel to not do anything for awhile?"
"I," she paused to breathe everything in, "I like it."
"Great. Want pancakes?"
"Made by you?"
"Ha, no! I don't know how to cook. It'll be by Tsubasa. Be careful though. He can't cook either."
"Can I cook for you?" she smiled.
"Be our guest," he laughed.
A few moments later, Mikan placed the macaroni and cheese on the table with a smiling face.
"This looks good, Mikan," Ruka smiled.
"Yea! We'll finally get a decent meal in this hide out!" Tsubasa said.
"Thank you!" Mikan smiled.
"No thanks," Natsume said, "I don't want to die early."
"What do you mean?!" she yelled at Natsume, "I'm a good cook!"
"I bet she is, Natsume. Lets taste it Tsubasa."
"Sure!"
As they took one bite of her macaroni and cheese, they paused with disgust on their faces. Their faces turned blue and their eyes started to bulge.
"How can someone make macaroni and cheese taste over cooked and under cooked at the same time?!" Tsubasa thought.
"Tsubasa's cooking tastes better than this!" Ruka thought.
"Do you like it, Ruka?" Mikan asked.
"Yea, it's the best macaroni and cheese I've ever tasted!"
She tasted her food as well and soon her smile turned into a frown. She spit the food out and drank a glass of water.
"Why didn't you tell me it was horrible?!" she yelled out asking.
"Mikan," Ruka frowned, "I'm sorry. We didn't want to hurt your feelings."
"I'm so sorry Ruka, Tsubasa," Mikan apologized, "I'll make another one!"
"NO!" Ruka and Tsubasa hindered her.
"I'll make breakfast," Natsume said, "So that the royal pain won't give a royal stomach ache."
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Mikan shouted.
"I'm just telling the truth, Your Highness," he said sarcastically.
"So you think you're better than me in cooking?" Mikan asked with a sour face.
"Mikan you better not----." Ruka stuttered and paused from interruption.
"Fine! I hope I don't die early too!" she stuck out her tongue.
Once the food arrived, Natsume served the food to everyone.
"This looks good, Natsume!" Ruka smiled.
"It looks good but it doesn't mean it tastes good," Mikan debated.
She took one bite. Her eyes shot wide open.
"This is really," she thought, "Good. It's better than the one in the palace!"
"So what do you think, princess?" Natsume said again sarcastically.
"I think it's awful!!!"
"She's bluffing isn't she?" Ruka whispered to Tsubasa.
"Yep," Tsubasa smirked.
"Your taste buds must be destroyed then," Natsume said.
"I lost my appetite!!!" Mikan exited the room.
"Tsk, whatever," Natsume ate his food.
Mikan stepped into the garden. She held her shawl and sat thinking of her kingdom. Meanwhile back at the village...
"HERE YE HERE YE! PRINCESS MIKAN ESCAPED OR KIDNAPPED!" a squire yelled out, "FIVE HUNDRED SHECKELS SHALL BE GIVEN TO THE ONE WHO WILL FIND HER!"
"Wait a minute," Hotaru paused to think, "I'm supposed to let her escape. So who took her?"
A/N: Omg!!!! What a beautiful start of a fanfic! Don't you think it's funny? Ha ha!