Thank you to the reviewers of last chapter! I hope I do okay this chapter, and once again, tell me what you think!

As for the POVs, you guys got them right! ^^ My apologies for the last one, I didn't give a good hint as to who it was. :/ Well, the POVs were as follows: Platina, Crystal, Sapphire, and White. Nice job everyone! :)

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Aschenputtel

A Little Fairy Tale

-POV: Blue-

In my mind, my brilliant and ingenious plan worked like this: one, get out the window and fly away over the walls. Two, land in the woods or something, so no one would get a panic attack from two random teenagers falling out of the sky with a jigglypuff. Three, find the town. Four, take advantage of a poor someone and make them provide you with shelter and food for the night. Five, steal stuff and keep running away.

Looking back on it, I sure was a totally non-stealthy stealth princess back then. Because right as we hoovered over the walls something went wrong.

I had picked the side that had the least amount of guards, but naturally, since it had the least, it would probably have the best guards. As cruel Papa and Mama were, they weren't stupid and knew how to keep themselves protected.

The guards saw us floating overhead and immediately, some sort of attacks from pokemon were unleashed towards us in the sky. It almost hit Jigglypuff and I!

"Your pokemon! We either have to go higher or faster!" Yellow screamed.

"We can't! We're too heavy!" I wailed.

But then I came up with a plan. Blue always has a plan.

"Clefy!" I shouted, and with a flash of light, my clefairy had been unleashed out of its pokeball.

"Metronome!" I commanded. The scene of a guard with his nidorina was washed out by a blinding light. Suddenly, Clefy selected and unleashed the move Psyshock. A victory for Blue's Team!

Not wanting to waste any time, I withdrew Clefy and we kept flying towards our destination: the town.

After that, we didn't exactly follow the original plan.

When we were far away enough from the palace, jigglypuff suddenly got really tired and almost crashed towards the ground.

"AHHHH!" Yellow and I screamed. I took Ditty off my face, who had been acting as a mask, and it transformed into a parachute. Close call.

The issue is, there is yet another gate in front of the entrance to town, and we were lucky enough to land just in the guard's line of vision.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Who are you and what were you doing?"

"I'm so sorry!" I gave him huge puppy-dog eyes. "We were training my ditto and jigglypuff here, and we ended up going too far out into the woods! It took us a long time to get out of there, and my little puff-puff here is exhausted!"

It was such a dubious lie that no one in their right mind would believe it. Perhaps the poor man was just extra stupid. But the guard grunted and nodded. "Well, you youngsters better get running home now!"

Score, I thought. Heh, this probably wouldn't be so bad after all.

But as soon as we stepped into the village, of course another problem popped up.

How were we going to find shelter for the night? All of the houses were suspiciously locked and lights were shut off. Whenever we knocked, no one answered, no matter what. I couldn't find anything to pick the locks with, either. The whole village held a stubborn silence in the blue dark of the night.

Finally, just as I was about to give up, I saw two silhouettes flicker in the glass of a window. Yellow and I automatically ran towards the shop. It read: BW Food & Goods.

Of course, the door was still locked. But after seeing that figure (which had disappeared from sight), I was determined.

"Come on Yellow!" I whispered and beckoned her closer. We went to the side of the building. There was nothing there but a window that was too high up and probably locked and a huge mass of ivy climbing up the rough, rouge bricks of the wall.

But I couldn't give up. The only reason I had gotten so far was because long ago, one of the people who worked for Mama and Papa, Janine, had taught me some very valuable lessons.

She was actually a ninja from the Kanto region. She had been hired to protect me, and had taught me some, ah, very useful tricks. But then she had to leave, she was deported back to her home region for a reason unbeknownst to me.

I thought of a plan. Maybe I could extend the ivy by getting Ditty to transform into an extension of it or something... I tugged at the green vines to test out their durability, and I almost fell into a black, massive hole in the wall.

"Blue!" Yellow cried out, catching me by the wrist just before I stumbled.

"Wow," I muttered in awe. "Someone did a really crappy job of hiding their hideout." I grinned at her, which made her shrink backwards. "Oh come on! Let's get going!"

Before she could protest, I had grabbed her by the wrist and was dragging her down the cold, stone steps. We were only 10 steps down when suddenly, the opening sealed shut and warm, orange embers illuminated the darkness of the hall.

"EEK!" we both screamed, hugging each other in terror. Honestly, trapped underneath a suspicious store with your only exit being sealed shut and random torches being lit up is not exactly a happy cliche situation to be stuck in.

"Wait. Yellow," I regained my nerve and kept on walking. "This is suspicious. We have to investigate!"

"I don't think that's a good idea!" she squeaked, but we trudged on.

After an endless walk through the long hallway, we came to a crimson red door with a strange symbol on it. Leaning my ear towards it, I heard, "They should be right outside now!"

And then the door blasted open, and we met with a girl with a fluffy brown pony tail.

"I've caught them! Intruders!" the girl shouted, and behind us burst into flames. The cause of the flames came running through the fire towards Ms. Fluffy: a tepig. "Now try to escape, you dirty spies!" she pointed to the fire.

"Stop it!" I shouted. "We aren't spies! We just—"

" Oh, right. You just happened to find the door to our secret base while looking for shelter for the night, isn't that right?" Yellow and I gave her skeptic looks.

"Well. If it's a fight you're looking for, then I'm ready!" I declared, drawing out a pokeball. In all honesty, I was scared. I had never fought a single battle in my entire life. What if she was some sort of insanely skilled master? I only had a few tricks up my sleeve for this...

But Ms. Fluffy backed away, fear streaming through her chocolate eyes. "I don't want to fight. I-I'm pretty sure that you don't want to either. I can- I can let you off easy! Just cooperate with me!"

I didn't want to. I mean, come on. She just technically challenged us before, only to call it off. But something else irked me. I, too, had been hesitant to fight. Why? I am Blue, and I'm supposed to be fearless.

No. That's not right. I wasn't fearless.

I was scared.

-POV: Yellow-

The girl who stood before us had delicate, brown eyes and brown hair full of lush volume. Despite her apparent hostility towards us, I sensed that there was sorrow behind her hatred.

"White!" a voice barked, this time a male voice.

We all froze. Out of the doors emerged a guy with spiky light brown hair and stoic, green eyes. The girl, White, turned and seemed to relax a little bit.

"Green! I think I've found the spies," she said.

"Tie them up!" he commanded, and with Blue screaming and kicking indignantly, our hands were tied behind our backs. "We'll interrogate the North Star and ask."

North Star? I wondered. Are these people crazy? How could you talk to a star? Even I couldn't do that.

We entered through the door. We were in a room filled with people who wore scowls on their faces. They all seemed angry, upset, and torn. In the room, there were shelves and shelves of books, and a huge table. On the table were two strange devices - probably new technology that was being invented - and three pokeballs with unhappy looking pokemon trapped inside. They look extremely rare, as well. One said, this is so boring. Humans are so foolish. Get us out of here!

We approached a fireplace, where several people my age were gathered. In the center was a girl with black hair tied in two pigtails who donned a light blue dress. She was reading and ignoring the shouts of the others. Next to her was a guy with raven black hair and golden eyes. And standing a healthy distance away from the girl was a young lady with gray eyes and hair tied up partially.

"What are your names?" Green demanded.

I couldn't let them know my real name. "Amarillo." I murmured.

"And you?" Green glared at Blue. I nudged her.

"Huh? Me? Ohh... uh... I am Aoi," she lied. I had to pray that this would work.

"North Star, or should I say Crystal Elm," Green was looking straight at the girl with her hair in two pigtails. She looked up. "Guide us. Prove your worth. Show us you will be of use to us. Are these two spies for the royal palace?"

"Come on!" the raven-haired, gold-eyed boy whined. "Even if they ARE spies, they are rather pretty, eh? Are they not? I can see a twitch of lust in those eyes of yours, Green~"

"Gold, don't try talking pretty. It doesn't suit you," replied the stoic young man as he flicked him in the forehead. "Now shut up."

"North Star" put her book down and stared at us. I gulped. She was cute, but at the same, she was kind of scary. "Well... their names are foreign, Spanish and Japanese. If you just translate it, then you'll learn who they really are."

"What? You're too serious, Super Serious Gal!" Gold cackled. "Just tell us what it means!"

Crystal/Super Serious Gal twitched in irritation. "'Amarillo' is Spanish for Yellow. 'Aoi' is Japanese for Blue. Now, as to who they really are, if you check Yellow's pokemon, you should find that at least one bears the mark of the royal palace." People gasped, but Crystal continued on, unimpressed. "As for Blue... I'm surprised at you. Blue is the name of the royal princess, is it not? And if that doesn't assure you, Blue should have oddly shaped feet. Her feet were famous for being one of the last bound feet in the country."

Everyone gasped with impressment. I, too, was amazed at this girl's surprising intellect and her seriousness. But then again, I was kind of getting my cover blown by her. They found the mark on my rattata — a crown burned into its skin. Harsh, I know.

Blue was indignant, kicking all the while when they were trying to remove her shoes. "Let go of me! Let go! I am no princess, I assure you!"

"And on top of that," Crystal added. "Her speech pattern and accent is an aristocrat's. Platinum, you have had a couple of relations with the royal family, being an aristocrat and all. Tell us all: do you recognize her as the royal princess of Sevii?"

The girl with a partial updo and stunning gray eyes came forward. She studied Blue, who shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. "Yes, I believe I do."

"Then it's settled. These two girls are from the palace, and not only that, but the princess is amongst us." The "North Star" went back to reading her book.

"What will we do with them?" came outraged shouts from around the room. "Disgusting! The princess, that brat! They should all die!"

"I say we get Sapphire to beat the crap outta them!"

"We should execute them on the spot and bring their dead bodies to the palace! See how they like THAT!"

"We should tell the King and Queen we have her and demand our needs in return for her!"

"SILENCE!" Green shouted. Everyone fell quiet. I was surprised too, because Green didn't seem like the type to shout a lot. "Sapphire is late, as usual, but we're not going to have her beat up the princess. On the other hand, I'm not having anyone spill her blood. This rebellion is meant to be against the King and Queen. For all we know, she's innocent." Cries of outrage followed this, but Green hushed them once more. No one noticed that Blue had somehow escaped the ropes. She winked at me, letting me know she would let me out later. She inched closer to the table. "Red isn't present, and until a search is issued, we can't use her for blackmail. That being said, while we keep both of them, we have to restrict their communications with others."

I saw her grab a pokeball and one of the machines. Then, White saw her and cried out as Blue released the pokemon from the ball. "Squirtle!" it said. (The translation for that was, Yeah b*tches! I'm free!)

The aqua-colored turtle squirted out blasts of water everywhere, including in Blue's direction. The machine that Blue was holding was drenched, and the little rectangle's life sputtered out with a few sparks of electricity. The squirtle then hopped towards Blue, probably thankful that she released it. An outburst of loud voices erupted.

"GOLD! WHITE!" Green shouted above the clamor of the others. "WHY WEREN'T YOU WATCHING HER?"

The two smiled sheepishly and shrugged their shoulders.

"She escaped because you guys didn't confiscate her pokeballs," Crystal sighed and rolled her eyes. Clearly, she thought their system of doing things was stupid. "She used her ditto and made it transform into a knife." Surely enough, the knife that lay on the ground had eyes.

I was kind of upset that Blue hadn't freed me as well, but she had winked at me to tell me she would later.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Green demanded. Crystal shrugged. "You can't expect to work for us if that's the way you act."

"Oh come on. Don't take it out on a lovely damsel such as Crys!" Gold snickered. She blushed and kicked him in the shins.

Green stared at Blue, and I backed away. His irritation was growing by the minute. "You certainly act like anything BUT a princess. Pesky woman. In fact, you managed to break my Fame Checker." He glared at the machine she had in her hand.

"How are you going to get updates now?" someone demanded. Green grit his teeth and clenched his fists.

"It was still being developed anyways. Don't worry. We will just have to keep in touch with each other with mail and at meetings," he replied. He glared at Blue. "Please give me back the machine."

"No."

"No? Give it back, pesky woman. Whether you're a princess or not, that's called stealing."

"Oh. Right. I forgot that you tied me up and were angry at me just because I'm a princess. So why do you expect me to obey you? And by the way, the squirtle likes me." Blue stuck her tongue out. Sure enough, the little turtle was curled up on Blue's lap.

"You— I don't know what I'm going to do with someone like you."

"You don't have to do anything with me, really. I'm fine on my own. I'm an independent woman," she told him nonchalantly. This only made him more angry.

"Please!" I said. "Have mercy on us! We ran away from the palace! We're on your side!" By now, I had, of course, realized that this was a group of the rebels that were starting the civil war. Green was clearly the leader. "Blue ran away because she was sick of the palace life! Her mother and father were going to make her be married to someone she didn't even know, just for selfish reasons. That was her final stand. She ran away — ran away for love!"

Hopefully my cheesy words would have SOME sort of power on the people. They seemed to be considering it. Gold, the perverted guy who had called us pretty before, looked approvingly at Blue. Crys smacked him with her book.

Of course, my words seemed to have no affect on Green. "So? Who's she in love with?"

"Ooooh. Someone's got a crush on a pretty girl," Gold teased, prompting Crys to kick him once more.

White gave Mr. Stoic a look of pity. He clenched his fists and glared at Crys. "And you have no suggestion as to what we do with- with this pampered, pompous br- er, young lady?"

She shrugged in response.

Green groaned and slapped his hand to his forehead.

Just then, the doors swung open with a loud crash, and two figures came charging in.

"Sapphire! Red!" barked Green.

"Sorry! I had ta deal with some chap! He wouldn't stop followin' me until I finally just made a run fer it," the female said cheerfully. She had a strange accent. Her hair was in a ponytail, and that had somehow turned into a knotted mess, with her grown-out bangs sticking out. Although she wore a simple brown dress, she wore slacks underneath them as well.

"Uh... yes. Sorry I'm late," the other figured emerged from the shadows, a pikachu riding on his shoulder. "I bumped into Sapphire here and had to drag her over here. This kid followed us."

"What if he had found out our hideout? That... that's not okay, Red," Green covered his face with his hands.

Then I realized: this guy was the guy who's pikachu I saved and who helped me when I collapsed. And his name was Red. As in that Red. Blue's mouth was agape too. She recognized him from the paintings hanging in the palace of him.

"You're Red!" I gasped. "The Prince of the Kanto Kingdom!"

-POV: Green-

The two new hostages looked so amazed that Red was the Prince of the Kanto Kingdom. Well, I can't really blame them. They had probably seen his face only in paintings before.

But for some reason, Red and the little girl with blonde hair (what was her name, Yellow?) were gawking at each other, Sapphire was recounting her tale of that strange "prissy boy" she'd met to a bunch of hulky dudes, and Gold and Crystal were bickering like an old married couple. And before I knew it, I turned around to see Blue flirting with one of the officers, Falkner. (he didn't seem very interested though)

I was starting to wonder whether Platina was the only sane one. (My apologies to White, but she's ah... very high-strung)

I couldn't stand the loud noise much longer. "EVERYONE. PLEASE CALM DOWN AND LISTEN!" I shouted. My throat was getting sore.

Everyone became silent. "In case you forgot in the spur of the moment, we were deciding what to do with HER," I pointed a finger at Blue, who's new target had apparently been teasing the new kid that Sapphire had brought. "Red, Sapphire, in case the news hasn't reached your ears yet, this young lady is Princess Blue of Sevii." Red looked stunned, and Sapphire stood there in awe. Then she became angry, balling her fists. "No." I said, before she could go beat her up. But first things first. "Any suggestions as to what we should do with her? We are NOT killing her, we are NOT mistreating her, and we are NOT using her for blackmail until the King and Queen issue a search for her."

Once more, debate erupted. But I continued, "But since we will be keeping them, we have to restrict their communication with others until they prove that they are NOT liars and are not spying on us for the King and Queen."

The two prisoners struggled furiously, protesting that they were not. But you could never be sure.

"We need someone to hide and house them!" someone shouted.

Gold grinned, preparing to raise his hand to volunteer. I automatically shook my head. "No. Anyone else?"

"I'd say we volunteer Yellow and Red!" Blue shouted excitedly.

"As if we'd listen to you," I snorted. She giggled, which annoyed me.

"No," Crystal spoke up. "It's the best choice. We can't trust Gold with anyone —" "Hey!" "— and I certainly don't have enough room. If Yellow is with Platinum, the chances are too high that she'll get sent back. Same with Blue. White better not, because soldiers enter the store too often. Sapphire is a no-no. I'm much more sure that you'd rather keep a watch on Blue, so that leaves Red with Yellow."

"You," I muttered distastefully. Crys gave a small smile and continued reading. Gold chortled with laughter, which only increased my desire to punch him.

"So. That concludes the meeting for today," Platina announced. "Meeting adjourned! Mama, Papa. Let's go." Miss Berlitz went with her family, leaving me with a clueless prince, a timid little girl, and a pesky woman.

-POV: Sapphire-

I hated those prissy, stuck-up aristocrats. I hated the King and Queen.

Why? Because they all treated me like zigzagoon poop. Just because I didn't act like what everyone deemed a "proper lady."

I was the daughter of Professor Birch of the Hoenn region. We had moved here from Littleroot Town and left Mum all by herself when I was 10, because Pop was called to conduct some research on different species of Pokemon.

I was now 15. Even before we moved to Sevii, I had helped Pops with his research by going out to the fields. I had developed instincts and senses like a pokemon, and what I live by is "the survival of the fittest." Who needs those prissy, inefficient dresses that girls these days wore? What do they do for you, other than make you trip when they're too long and make you act like an annoyingly embarrassed damsel in distress when the wind just happens to blow the wrong way?

So I like to battle with pokemon, I have the speech pattern of a sailor who drinks too much, and (not to brag) I'm stronger than most soldiers of this country.

This earned me the title of the Palmtop Pokemon. Yeah, original. I know.

Lots of people were scared of me. And plenty of them didn't like me.

As I was contemplating all of this, I arrived home to find my Pops having tea with... a priss.

"YOU!" I screamed, dropping whatever I was holding and pointing. "Are ya here for that stupid fabric? I told ya to leave! I don't care about no prissy fabric store for ye damn girly girls!"

"Yes," he calmly sipped his tea. I smelled it, and it was chamomile. "I have a name, you know. It's Ruby. Now, about those supplies you— oh my gosh what are you wearing?"

He stood up to gawk at my clothes. I glanced down, then looked at him skeptically. "What? They're just a little bit dirty!"

"No! It's a disaster! Pants with a dress? Who does that? You need to seriously get a grip on yourself! And you call yourself a girl! Barbarian!" he cried.

I glared up at him, a blush heating my face. He was just a little bit taller than I was, but that didn't stop me from punching him in the face.

"My name is Sapphire!"

-POV: Blue-

From the very first moment, I knew that Green and I wouldn't get along.

How can someone be so stoic and negative and yet so abrasive? I mean, I guess I'm a little bit — just a little, mind you — abrasive, but at least I'm not negative!

From the very first moment, however, I could see that Yellow and Red had a little thing for each other. It worked perfectly. A forbidden romance that was separated by the harsh class differences, and yet they could not help but be drawn together like a magnet!

But really? Even though I was happy that Yellow and Red would be staying together, why did that girl (Crystal, I think it was. Or maybe it was North Star) have to choose ME to stay with Green? Why couldn't I stay with Gold? At least he would be FUN! And to be honest, I was scared. Because Green was... the leader of this group of rebels that just hated me because I was of a royal family. What if he wasn't true to his word? What if he himself brought harm to me?

I tried to be positive about it (because Blue is just a very positive person)! But of course, I was disappointed when Green grudgingly opened the door to his house.

In a nutshell, it had a fireplace, a couch, a table, and books. Impressive.

As if he could sense my disappointment, he grumbled, "There's more rooms."

"Riiiiight," I said. This would be fun.

"You'll be sleeping here," he opened a door, and inside the room were bookshelves filled to the brim with books and a small couch. Of course, that was filled with books too. Books, books, books. I had a feeling that these weren't the romance novels I was used to either.

"Well?" I demanded. He was just standing there like an idiot!

"What?" he asked, irritated.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"On the couch."

"It's filled with books! And there's no pillows or blankets!"

"Go clear it off yourself! I have to do work and—"

"When a host, you must be polite to your guests~!" I interrupted him. He grit his teeth, mumbling about me being a pesky woman, and went to go clear off the couch.

.

"Green! I'm hungry!" I told him.

"Go eat something, then!" he snapped. He was reading and writing, "doing work" he said. The past two hours had been me bossing around Green and him trying to take back squirtle and his Fame Checker (which, by the way, was still broken).

"Eat what? A book?" he threw down his pen in irritation.

"I'll go make something then, if you be quiet! Pesky woman," he grumbled as he lumbered off to go cook some food. "You're a prisoner here, not a guest!" That comment made me slightly nervous. Was he planning something after all? I followed him into the pathetic kitchen he had. It basically was a cheap-looking oven with a couple of dirty pots and pans, a rusty oven, a little sink, and a towel. Oh. I forgot to mention the books.

"Go away," he told me. I huffed and crossed my arms. How do you like THAT, Mama and Papa?

"No. It's boring! You're house is filled with nerdy stuff! Who cares about the symbiotic ways of sea pokemon, or the differences between the structures of pokeballs and capture stylists?" I demanded. "I want romance novels! I want to know about two star-crossed lovers who act like they hate each other but deep down, have a passionate, hidden love for each other!"

Green facepalmed himself. (He has a strange habit of doing that, and it escapes me why) "Pesky woman. Just to let you know, I'm a guy, and I don't read crap like that."

"It's not!" I huffed. "Don't use such foul language!"

"Foul? Hardly," he got up.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm getting you a book, loud woman."

A minute later, he came back with a dusty book in hand. It was green. Or maybe it had been blue, but it was so old the color was fading and the spine was just about falling off.

"What is this?"

He sighed. "It's a book of fairy tales."

"What? Fairy tales?"

"Well unless you'd rather read about—"

"I got it. I got it," I mumbled. "Gold probably would have been better than this..."

"What was that?" I looked up and saw that Green's body was twitching dangerously. I giggled.

"Oh, nothing~" I hummed. Then I became serious. In all honesty, I didn't want to be here. I was scared that maybe Green was up to something. "You're not going to do anything, right? I mean... you're not going to poison the food or kill me in my sleep?"

He actually smiled at that. I was surprised. He looked... different when he smiled. Like a more gentle person. His normally dark green eyes actually brightened a bit. Or maybe it was just my imagination. "I'm a man true to my word. Plus, even if you ARE pretty annoying... well, I believe you," he looked me in the eyes, and I blushed.

He seemed to realize something and quickly backed up, his smile fading quickly. "I'm going to go make the food," he muttered. He scurried off to his pathetic kitchen.

Still blushing, I curled up on the sofa, flipping through the contents. Back at the palace, I didn't ever read fairy tales. Not even as a little girl, so all of this was new to me.

The Tale of Two Pichu, The Brave Little Patrat, Sandile the Crocodile, Rapunzel and Gothitelle, The Ugly Ducklett, The Golden Golduck...

"These are... these are my romance tales?" I muttered in disgust. I flipped to a random page, and suddenly, what came up was The Tale of Cinderella.

"Hm..." this was weird.

"Once upon a time, there was a beautiful maiden. Her mother had long passed away, and her father was left alone with the girl, until he married another woman. The woman and her two daughters moved into the house, and shortly after, the father passed away. The step-mother and her daughters treated the girl cruelly, making her act as a maidservant. She often would sit by the fireplace, which made her name become 'Cinderella'.

"Because Cinderella had a kind heart, she made friends with the pokemon around her. Pidoves, pidgeys, taillows, rattatas, patrats, sentrets, starlys. One night, the prince of the kingdom hosted a ball. Cinderella wanted badly to go, but her step-mother simply would not allow it. So she wept at home, heartbroken.

"But little did Cinderella know that a mysterious pokemon - Jirachi - had always been watching over her. Jirachi granted Cinderella's wish with the help of her pokemon friends. She attended the ball in the most stunning attire. She was the most beautiful girl there. Not even her family recognized her. She danced with the prince, and they fell in love. But it would not last long, for at 12, the spell would be broken. But while escaping, Cinderella left her glass slipper behind.

"Cinderella returned home. But the prince, who had fallen in love with Cinderella, was in pursuit of her. He had taken the glass slipper and set out to find the girl whose foot fit it in the kingdom. He finally came to Cinderella's house. The first step-sister's foot was too big. The second step-sister's foot was too wide. But Cinderella came down the stairs, desperate to try on the slipper she recognized. Her foot fit cleanly into it.

"So thus ends the story of Cinderella, the brave maiden who's wish was granted and who disobeyed her parents by running away. The tale of disobedience can turn into the tale of love. But if a tale is spun by the wrong threads, then it leads into a tragedy, like the tale of..."

The fairy tales in this book always had a cliffhanger that lead into the next story. I thought this was pretty bizarre.

I lay down on the couch, thinking about the story. I gazed down at my own feet, mishap and unshapely. As a little girl, my feet had been bound. It puzzled me as to why, because Mama herself said that she hated the practice and it was illegal nowadays. The only people who bound feet were those living on the Orange Archipelago (which was a whole other nation) and the mysterious missing island of Navel Rock...

Here I was, in some weird guy's house. A runaway princess bride. Almost like an opposite of Cinderella.

But I too had ran away from home, disobeyed my parents, all because of the cause of the world: love.

(But where was my Prince Charming?)

Cinderella achieved a happy ending, and if I was like a Cinderella, I would achieve mine too, right?

AN: Whew! That was a long chapter! Sucky endings are sucky, too.

I'm sorry that the characters seemed a bit OOC. Especially Green. I know a lot of fics tend to portray him more silently, but I just think he's negative and stoic. Not silent, because that's what I think Silver is. (Oh yes, Silver will appear later, along with several other male characters!) On the other hand, I'm not quite sure what White's character really is. To me, I interpret her as being gentle and kind, but a little bit nervous and excitable. Black will come in very soon! Crys is modeled somewhat after Victorique of Gosick, so I'm sorry about her OOCness.

I want to thank all of you who reviewed last chapter! :) It really made my day. Don't ever be afraid of giving me constructive criticism! It helps, not offends! :D So no worries, you can criticize constructively all you want... unless you're a flamer. Then... well... ;)

Oh, I mentioned the time period last chapter, I realize. I will try my best to clear this up: it is a time period very similar to the WWII time period and after, where they have all this neat technology and stuff but it isn't fully developed. Like... they don't have cell phones, but they have TVs in black and white. And when men were still required to wear suits and stuff and girls only wore dresses that were at their knees or lower. Think kind of like the anime Gosick. Just a little bit more modern.

Okay! Next chapter will have all of the other males introduced, and then a little bit of fluff will be going on there, eh? Hehehe.

Preview for next chapter:

"Sapphire is forced to deal with this annoying Ruby kid. Being around him just gives her bad feelings, and not just from annoyance. It's as though she's met him before, and that fleeting encounter had not been a good one! On the other hand, Gold hangs out with Crystal in order to solve one mystery for the sake of the rebel's: the one mystery that will change the current course of the civil war in Sevii. Finally, White, while fetching supplies for her store, meets a certain strange someone that could possibly change her life — forever!"

Reviews are greatly appreciated! So is constructive criticism! A poll will be up when I get my lazy butt off the ground! So anyways, go ahead and review, and you'll get a piece of my red velvet cake that I'm baking right now! On the other hand, if you're a flamer, then you get no cake and rotten eggs thrown at your head. :P

Thankies for reading~!

~Mistress Mila