Bonjour readers! Hope you're all doing well Anyway, this is chapter 2 of 'Kidnapped'( I may change the title later if I can think of a better one, it's a bit unoriginal).
Oh and I just wanna thank all those who've favourited and subbed me already! 3
Well thats enough chit chat, let's begin! Don't forget to review & comment and most of all, ENJOY :D
I sighed. This day was so slow. If I was being quite frank, I'd say it was boring.
It began with my ritual lessons of English, Japanese and French, followed my music practise and Mathematics. At the age of seventeen it was getting very tiresome in many ways. Some days I wished I could just run out of the room and go out with all the other girls my age... go shopping, catch a film at the movie theatre or go out partying. But instead I was trapped inside, facing a rather ugly, strict and annoying woman, whose tongue flicked through the enormous gap in her front teeth every time she spoke, resulting in me feeling quite disgusted. She always happened to be my tutor.
I always wondered what attending a school would be like. I'd read about it often in books and heard the servants talking about it occasionally, but these were usually dramatised and exaggerated events (well at least i thought) of what it was really like - there can't possibly be a class of 30 in one room altogether, can there? How cramped. It really did intrigue me how the poor people lived their lives, without the all the luxuries I relished in. Could girls really survive without buying a new dress every week? It baffled me. And what were their homes like? Did they have rooms the size of mine? Or did they exist in shacks? What jobs did they do and how much were they paid? Was it enough? What happened if they couldn't pay their way? What did they do then? I had so many things to ask but no one to answer them. My father always laughed whenever I brought up the conversation of how the poor people lived. He simply brushed off the question with the answer: "Not as well as you." I wonder if he had ever been-
"Madame Hinamori-san, you're day dreaming again! What is WRONG with you today?" the tutor hissed at me.
"What?" I jumped, startled.
"Miss Hinamori-san, young ladies, such as yourself, do not abruptly shout 'What?'. What have I told you? Use your manners! Why must you speak like those commoners outside! Say 'Pardon Sensei' next time! Do you hear me?" She stared in disbelief.
You're not my mother, I internally thought.
"MISS HINAMORI SAN ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO A WORD I SAY?" she yelled in my ear, her spit flickering over my right cheek.
"Sorry Sensei." I wasn't sorry at all i thought to myself.
"Hmm. We shall take a break for a moment. I am going to see your father." She answered, obviously not believing me, her eyes looking down on me.
"Ok." I mumbled.
"MISS HINAMORI SAN, I TOLD YOU, YOUNG LADIES DO NOT SAY 'Ok'. WE SAY—"
"Yes, Sensei. I understand." I interrupted her.
She took one look at me, and then stormed out of the room mumbling something incoherent under her breath. I watched her leave and then dropped my head to the table. My delicately plaited hair sprawled out around me, the ends becoming loose. Had it been any time beforehand I'd have rushed to the bathroom and fixed it. A princess prided herself in her appearance; it really mattered - especially for me. I had to look my best at all times and withhold an air of authority. I had many roles to play – the perfect daughter, the charitable and mature lady, and most importantly, the heir to the throne to Hikari. I had always acted in the best way possible way to impress guests and most of all my precious parents.
But for once in my life, I didn't care. I really didn't. Ever since this morning, I couldn't stop thinking about myself as a person. I was sure up until now of myself. I loved life. I loved who I was. I was brought up to love myself always and never let myself down... So why had I become so hesitant? What was wrong with me? Was it just me changing, growing? No, that couldn't happen in five hours. No, it was something else.
Maybe it was my body attempting to warn me of something?
No surely not. Nothing could happen to me, everything was perfect in my life. I would grow up to be a wonderful Queen of the land. The people would adore me and my kind ways. I would be charitable like my father and protect the citizens with all my might. I would marry to a handsome, young and mature suitor who would be the perfect companion for me: he'd protect me; care for me; make me laugh and be there for me as we grow older. We'd have the most beautiful children, and when we pass away, they'd grow to become our successors. It'd be perfect. Like everything else. I just knew it.
I smiled to myself, yes it would.
"Amu."
I jumped from the sudden noise and turned around to the voice that I knew so well.
"Father!" I smiled, and ran up to him my arms out wide.
I slammed into his chest and giggled. He patted me on the head and smiled half-heartedly.
I moved away to examine his face further. "What's wrong, Father?"
"Amu, there's something I need to tell you."
"What? What's wrong?" I frowned.
"Hasn't you're tutor told you not say such commoner's language?" He laughed.
"Yes, frequently. Now stop trying to change the subject, Father." I answered.
"Well, you see... first, please don't get mad again like last time, but I'm afraid your mother and I have to leave the country for a week for official business. I'm sorry we keep leaving you, trust me we hate it as much as you do."
"Right..." I answered quietly, looking to the floor. I could feel the tears brimming up already. It had only been a few days since he'd come home from his last trip abroad. I hated being left alone.
"Amu, don't cry. It'll only be a short while. Come on, you're almost a grown woman now, there's no time for tears - especially for the princess of the Hikari. Don't be so selfish."
I stepped, back and wiped the tears from my eyes quickly.
"Father, I'm not just the 'Princess of the Hikari'. I'm your daughter too!" I yelled.
My father opened his mouth in surprise. He wasn't expecting that. It was not often that I argued with him.
"Miss Hinamori! How dare you raise your voice to the Emperor of the Hikari!" Sensei hissed through her gap-toothed mouth.
"Shut up! Why are you even here?" I shouted at the horrible woman behind father." This is between me and my father! He's not just the Emperor; he has other responsibilities too – like being my dad!" I screamed, running out the room.
I ran through the corridors, my arm covering my face. I didn't turn to look at the surprised faces of the maids and butlers that I passed. I just kept running, my feet almost tripping over the hem of my dress, until I got to the room with the pink door decorated with the words 'Amu's Room'. I threw it open and dived onto my bed, pressing my face into the pillows. My tears streamed down my face and onto the pillows causing them to become wet. I continued to howl for a good few minutes until i heard a noise outside my door.
*Knock Knock*
I scowled. It would be father come to grovel to me. I wasn't ready for that yet; I intended to have just a few moments more of crying time.
"Go away Father!" I shouted, my voice muffled by the pillow.
*Knock Knock*
"Shut up!" I lifted my head off the pillow and stared at the door, my eyes all puffy and watery.
*Knock Knock*
"Hey! I said leave me alone!" I jumped off the bed and ran over to the door, and threw it open in frustration.
Two figures were stood in the hallway.
I was struck dumb, who was it? I peered closer, to see through the darkness. Mother? Father?
"Hello, Madame Hinamori. Nice to meet you." A strange, unrecognisable voice answered from the darkness.
"Who are yo-"
Without an answer, a hand appeared from the darkness and gripped onto my throat. The figure pulled me into his arms and held me tightly. I felt a sharp prick in my neck, followed by the tingling sensation of blood trickling down. I gasped, terrified of what was to happen. I tried to fight the hold on me, but without much luck, his arms were too strong. My next option was to shout for help but a hand covered my mouth before I got my chance. My efforts were struck useless as a sudden strange numbness took over my body and movements slowed down. My eyes drooped and my legs weakened beneath me. I slumped into the arms of the figure, my body as limp as a doll.
The last thing I remembered was a cold hand stroking my cheek and the words:
"Sleep well, Princess."
Well, there was chapter 2 guys! I've literally just wrote this now. I hope its okay, please tell me if you think I should change it anyway – Is it too cliché? Too boring?
I hope this chapter was long enough for you as well. I added some direct speech too, as the other one focused mainly on Amu's thoughts/descriptions.
So anyway, thanks for reading! 3
