Standard Discalimers apply.
Rated R for language and situations.
I have a destiny. At least that's what he says. I think he may be right on that one. I've had dreams since I was little. Nothing particularly pleasant but they always seemed like more than just dreams. Almost like memories. I don't need this. This is bullshit. Some guy waltzes into my life and tells me I have a destiny? Fuck destiny.
I have a life here. Sort of. I mean its not great but its mine. I made it. No one helped me with it. Well not really. Now I'm told I have to just pack up and leave? What the hell is that? I have to leave everything I know, everyone I know and move half way across the world to take part in 'something bigger than me'? I don't think so.
Who am I kidding. I have nothing here. My parents? They couldn't care less about me. They basically abandoned me. I was 8 years old and they left me alone for days. I barely knew them. After a few years of that, they stopped coming back. I haven't seen them in 5 years. They never cared about me. Mike, well he was more like a one night stand. Okay so I've been seeing him for a few weeks it isn't anything major. I doubt he really likes me. It was more a thing of convenience, on both our parts. Friends. Not really worth mentioning. I learned long ago not to trust anyone.
I let myself into my place. It can't really be called an apartment. Its too small but its cheap. Dirt cheap. Emphasis on the dirt. Its really disgusting. I wont miss this place. Or my perverted landlord. Not that I can do much about him seeings how I'm not exactly old enough to have my own apartment. I slowly wander through the two rooms that make up my place looking for anything I might want to take with me. There isn't much.
Most girls my age would have a ton of stuff. I can pack up and move out in about 10 minutes. Its sad really. I pick up my stuffed bunny, one of the only things I have from my parents and sink down on the bed. Is this really happening to me?
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I followed the Princess to her 'humble abode'. The place should really be condemned. I was lucky she didn't remember much about me. Or I would have never been able to make it. Normally I would stick to the shadows but there aren't many around in the middle of the afternoon.
She took our conversation and everything remarkably well. That had me more worried than if she had made a big deal about it. My little Princess had changed so much. The few times I had seen her, she never smiled. It didn't matter too much. We were going. She had no choice in the matter. She needs to meet up with her guardians and friends. And soul mate. I certainly can't guard her effectively. At least I haven't to this point.
She wasn't supposed to have a hard life. But then the Negaverse wasn't supposed to awaken either. Unfortunately something went wrong on both ends. I've seen the news. The scouts were awake, as was some character named Tuxedo Mask. They were holding their own against the Negaverse, but just barely. I can tell just from looking at them in pictures. They need the Princess, even if they don't know about her yet.
It will be interesting to see how the Princess handles them. This is going to be quite a change for her. She is going to have to help them and depend on them. She is going to have to learn how to trust, both them and myself. I will help her but I can only do as much as she lets me. At this point I think I am lucky she agreed to come with me. She knows me and that scares the shit out of her because she never met me before last night. At least not in this life time.
She needs them, just as much as they need her, if not more. She is troubled in this life. I know what little I have seen and what little she as hinted at. I know she is alone. We have that in common.
A muffled cry alerted me to attention. I had let me thoughts wander again. Walking in the shadows I enter the room I saw the Princess in. She was curled up on the bed as if in pain. Tears were streaming down her face and while her eyes were open they were focused on something beyond her apartment.
Shit. The scouts must be fighting. I'd forgotten about the link between them all. I need to get her to them soon. She cried out again and clutched her arm to her chest. Someone must have gotten hurt. She would kill me if she knew I had seen her like this, defenseless. I wish I could do more for her, but I can't, not now and not like this. Turning I slowly start making my way out of her apartment and head back to mine. She would be along shortly. We would make plans then.
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"Erik?" Quietly I let myself into his apartment. It seems like I have known him for a long time instead of just meeting him the night before.
"Yes, Princess?" His voice came from the living room.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me princess? I have a name." I growl through clenched teeth as I walk towards where his voice came from.
"25 since yesterday and countless other times."
"Smartass."
"We are leaving tomorrow. Everything is arranged. Be ready."
"T- tomorrow? Why so soon?"
"You know why. I told you. Now make sure you have everything you want to bring with you together. There will be very little time to prepare in the morning."
I just glare at Erik. He sounds so self assured. I turn on my heel and walk off to the room he is letting me use. I lay on the bed. This has been quite a day. I basically told my landlord to fuck off. I hope this isn't a mistake.... there is something about it however that just feels right. Well I need to rest. This has been exhausting.
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Yawning and stretching I sit up. Something doesn't feel right. I'm probably just imagining things. I stand and head towards the kitchen. My stomach is growling noisily. With my eyes half closed I stumble towards the smell of pancakes in the kitchen.
"Morning." I mumble to the single occupant in the kitchen. I stumble over tot he chair and plop down on one.
"Morn-..." With a crash the bowl Erik had been holding crashes to the floor. That wakes me up. I jump up to see what's going on. He points at me.
"What?" My widen in an 'I'm innocent' expression.
"Go look in a mirror." His tone is full of disbelief.
I shoot Erik a quizzical look and leave the room. That was definitely strange. With a shrug I enter the bathroom. Slowly I look up. My jaw drops.