WARNING: A crap ton of randomness ahead. You have been warned. XD
Once upon a time, there lived a princess who was obsessed with drinking milk. For our purposes, as this is a Vocaloid fanfic, let's name her Miku shall we? (I could totally name her Hana-cha—*gets dragged away*)
Anyways, Miku was a beautiful girl with a long turquoise locks that reached down to her waist, tied up everyday in two long pigtails. She was easily the prettiest girl in the kingdom with her dazzling crystal blue eyes and petite figure and would certainly have a long line of suitors waiting to win her hand for all but one reason:
She absolutely adored drinking milk every moment of the day, and any moment without it would throw her into a terrible fit, one that only did more so to cause her suitors to turn away from the living beauty in disappointment.
Her parents, the king and queen, were at their wits end. They had intended for their daughter to marry by the time she was sixteen so that they could be well assured that their successor to the throne would be someone worthy of both their daughter and the kingdom. At this rate, they realized that if Miku did not stop her fits whenever she didn't have milk to drink, she would never get married, and they would never find a son-in-law worthy of becoming the future king. So of course, there was only one thing to be done:
They'd have to imprison their daughter in her room without any milk to drink until she learned to control her temper and become a proper, polite princess.
"WHY DO I HAVE TO BE LOCKED UP?" was Miku's first reaction when her parents told her of their plan, her filled bottle of milk crashing into the cold stone floor.
"It's for your own good, sweetie," her mother tried to reassure her, but there was no comforting the spoiled princess, who was now in hysteria, more over her spilt milk than anything else.
"Now, now, dear, it won't be as terrible as you think it is. You'll still have everything to entertain you in your room, just not milk. We'll let you out when you have learned how to behave as a proper lady who does not make a fuss about not drinking milk," her father added amongst her screams as she ordered the servants to get her another drink, oblivious to her father's words. Who cared about what he was saying? She just wanted more milk. More and more and MORE.
However, before the servants could return with her beloved drink, the guards had already dragged her off back to her room and locked the door tight and her windows barred so she wouldn't be able to escape. By most, there was only a small opening in the door for food, and the windows could be opened after a lot of nudging and grunting, but that was it. No matter how much of a fit Miku threw, her parents and the servants would only ignore her, convinced that this indeed was for the best.
"Hmph," Miku muttered to herself, kicking at the door for the umpteenth time. "I'm a princess, they can't lock me up forever. I'm so going to make them pay when I get out of this freaking prison!"
She kicked at the door even harder with only one result. The door still refused to budge, and she ended up rolling around on the floor for a good half an hour in pain.
Eventually, days went by and Miku found herself bored. There was no such thing as a TV or a computer in her world so the only thing she could do was read all the books in her enormous library that rang along one side of her gigantic room, rows and rows of book shelves that ran from the floor to the ceiling, accessible by a long rolling ladder. She still threw fits when someone came to give her food, always a fancy dish, or so it would be if they could just give her ONE FREAKING GLASS OF MILK.
But she could only grumble to herself and be satisfied with water for the time being, all the while plotting out how she could best get revenge. Perhaps she'd empty the entire milk supply in the castle once she got out, or maybe finally get married to some stupid prince and demand all the peasants to pay taxes in milk.
She chuckled to herself. That was definitely a great idea.
It was around this time that she thought she heard a faint scratching noise outside her window. She'd been grumbling to herself again about the lack of milk, refusing to eat her lunch, a dish of broiled fish and pudding and whatever royals ate (I don't know). She glanced over at the window and slowly got to her feet, surprised to see a little tabby cat pawing at the window. She had a soft spot for cats and like, so she quickly dashed over and opened the window after a lot of shoving. Through the bars on her window, she could just barely reach the kitty, but it didn't stop her from fervently petting the kitty, who gave a content meow.
"Aww, look at you, you little cutie" Miku cooed, staring into the kitty's mystical yellow eyes. "I wonder what you're doing here."
The kitty just nudged her hand more, stretching its head back as if asking to be tickled under the chin. Miku giggled like a kindergartener and started tickling the kitty's neck. Watching the kitty enjoy such special treatment as it started rolling back and forth on the grass outside, she sighed, "You're so lucky to be free. If only I could have a glass of milk, I'm sure I could be as happy as you are right now."
The kitty suddenly stopped rolling around on the ground, turning its tiny head towards the princess as it watched her with yellow unblinking eyes.
Just as Miku let out another melancholic sigh, the kitty asked, "What if someone were to give you a glass of milk? What would you do in return?"
"Anything!" Miku exclaimed, flopping onto her stomach with a pout. "I'll give them anything they want!"
"Is that so?"
A long silence followed as Miku stared at the kitty almost hopefully. Suddenly, a thought hit her.
"You can talk," she stated blankly, staring at the tabby that was now licking its fur. All it did was nod as it padded away, vanishing through the tall grass. Miku stared after it for a good five minutes before shaking her head, trying to clear it. She was probably just tired, her brain malfunctioning from the lack of milk. After all, there was no way a kitty could talk, right?
The grass suddenly started rustling again, and the same tabby cat appeared, dragging something along behind it with a taut string of rope. Miku could already feel her mouth watering when the thing came into view. It was a bottle of milk, liquid drops still glistening on the glass surface as if to show off how cold and fresh the milk inside was. With one last tub, the bottle came tumbling into Miku's hands, and before the kitty could even say anything, the milk was gone.
"Ahh," Miku let out a satisfied sigh, feeling like the world's happiest girl ever. She wiped her milk moustache off with her sleeve and patted her belly, still savoring the taste of her beloved drink on the tip of her tongue.
Suddenly, Miku remembered the kitty. She immediately went over and started petting it like crazy, cooing, "You're such a good little kitty. Thank you so much for getting me this milk!"
"You have my master to thank, not me," the kitty purred, clearly enjoying being petted. "He is a young man with an open heart."
Miku's hand froze in place. Pressing her face as close to the kitty as the bars allowed her to, she accusingly muttered, "So you really can talk."
"Well, yes I can, but that's not the poi—"
"Aww, this just makes you so much cuter!" Miku exclaimed, trying her hardest to go and cuddle the kitty with no luck. Not only had the feline leaped out of the way, the iron bars across her window were seriously in the way. Miku had never been so disappointed before in her life, so she ended up pouting in her room for a good half an hour before realizing the cat was trying to get her attention.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, dear little kitty. You want an award for your hard work, right?" Miku smiled, dragging her lunch dish towards her. "You can have this fish here that I didn't eat. I promise you it's very good."
To her surprise, since she thought every cat in the world loved fish, the kitty just shook her tiny head and inquired, "My master heard that your Highness has a very large collection of books, so he was wondering if you'd make such a trade with him. A glass of milk in return for one book."
"Of course I wouldn't mind! I'll do anything for milk!" Miku exclaimed, rushing over and randomly taking one book out of her bookshelf. She handed the book to the kitty before asking, "But wouldn't your master have already read silly books like these? He must be a rich prince, right?"
"Uh, well…" the kitty stumbled on its words before replying, "He is a prince of a foreign country, wishing to learn more about this country, and of course, he will make sure this book is returned as soon as he has finished it."
Just as the kitty turned to vanish into the bushes again, Miku called, "Wait! I haven't learned you or your master's name yet!"
The kitty paused before turning back to face Miku, the book tied to its back thanks to Miku's help. Its yellow eyes glowing, it replied, "I have no formal name, but my master calls me Cookie. As for my master himself, his name is Len."
Before Miku could ask anything else, the tabby cat was gone, the only reminder of it and its master's existence being the glass bottle that had been left behind, a few creamy white drops of milk still glistening inside like caring thought left there for the princess, as if to remind her that the prince, or rather, HER prince, was thinking of her.
And Miku found herself falling for this mysterious Prince Len who owned the kitty Cookie and had presented her with the most wonderful gift of all.
A/N: Err…. It started getting long, so I'll continue it next chapter maybe I guess haha (BUT WHAT AM I EVEN WRITING? LIKE ACTUALLY…)
I'm sorry, I honestly don't know where this fairy tale like story idea came from. It just happened…
Thanks for reading this totally (not) healthy dose of pure randomness! Hopefully this won't end up so bad, and it won't seem so terribly completely out of nowhere by the time I finish it up! (Also feel free to tell me what you think I'm doing wrong)