Hey dudes! I was all like 'OMG! I spelled her name wrong' and then I thought about it and was like 'but now I can have her change her name from the dead princess 'Mesaki' to the kick but warrior 'Misaki' so it all works out. Thank you everyone who mentioned that to me, I guess I'm stuck in Bleach world or somethin.
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Mesaki *she hasn't changed it yet* placed her elbows on the sandy shore and lifted her torso. It wasn't as easy as usual, she had been battered and beaten by the waves for about a day now and her dress weighed a ton, and the sand bit into the bare skin but she managed to pull herself out of the sea. Her head throbbed and she couldn't feel her right ankle but she continued to pull herself frustrating inch by inch up the shoreline where she collapsed for most of the day as the sun made quick work of her soaked clothing.
Hours after the water had left her skin and the sticky salt was all that was left, she lifted her hand to her face to move the raven locks from in front of her eyes and began to stand up again. She made it to her knees and almost onto her feet when her numb ankle shot tendrils of pain up her leg causing her to cry out and fall back to her knees. She stayed like that for a few more minutes before she grit her teeth and tried again, successfully standing on her feet with the help of a nearby rock and keeping the pain low by placing all her weight on her left foot.
"Where to now?" she asked herself quietly, slightly surprised with the hoarseness of her voice. Glancing down at her dress she made a face, the once bright colorful gown was now dulled from the seawater and sun as well as some unsightly tears and gashes every which way.
"If mother could see me now," she said with a slight laugh to her voice. She slowly put one hand in front of the other and made her way off the sandy shore to the line of trees that framed it, using the rocks for leverage.
Reaching the end of the rock face she had been using for support and still a good ten feet from the tree line, Mesaki groaned and slipped to a crouch. Over the sea she had dragged herself from the sun set casting an eerie glow to the landscape.
"He..hello?" a boy's voice called from behind her.
Mesaki turned around and was faced with a cute boy with shaggy greenish hair and a shy expression.
"Hello," she replied simply. She felt confused when the boy's face became flushed and he started stuttering.
"uh, um, do do you…," he trailed off, pouting cutely when she snickered at his bashfulness.
"Do I?" she prompted smoothly.
"Whoareyou?" he rushed out panting slightly after the words escaped.
"Huh?"
"Who. Are. You?"
"Me?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Mesaki, who are you?"
"uh," the boy's face flushed again and he lightly shuffled his feet while looking down at the sand. "Shoichiro, it's nice to meet you."
"You as well," she responded lightly extending the hand not supporting her. Shoichiro stared at it blankly for a moment before he grabbed her hand in a somewhat sweet handshake.
"Where are you from?" Shoichiro asked as he let go of her hand and plopped down on the ground in front of her.
"I'm from somewhere nice," Mesaki responded.
"Me too, but my sister doesn't like me," Shoichiro responded as he sent cute glares at the ground.
"Where is this?" Mesaki asked looking around for some clue on the barren beach.
"…Beachland," Shoichiro responded, looking at her as if she was crazy for not knowing.
"Is that so…" Mesaki asked feeling a vein throb in her forehead.
"SHOICHIRO!" a woman's voice bellowed causing Mesaki to jump slightly and pain to shoot up her leg.
"Are you hurt?" Shoichiro asked looking at her purpled ankle.
"Only slightly," it was a lie and they both knew it.
"MOM, I MADE A FRIEND BUT I THINK SHE BROKE HER ANKLE!" Shoichiro called loudly.
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Mesaki wasn't quite sure what happened next, only that it was a blur and left her confused but warm in front of a fireplace.
"Mesaki," there was a firmness in Shoichrio's mother's voice as she spoke.
"Yes?" Mesaki asked feeling dread shoot through her body like needles.
"Your leg is fine, no permanent damage," the woman chirped, smiling sweetly.
"Is that all?" Mesaki asked, slightly relieved.
"Nope, your dead," the woman continued seriously, "I don't want to alarm you but it has been a good deal of time since you were kidnapped and there was no word from the pirates so you have been assumed dead."
"But I can go back right?"
"No, even if you were alive, which you are, it is believed that your father, the king, would only kill you for sure to keep the crown."
"Father wouldn't do that."
"Are you willing to bet your life on it?"
Mesaki sat there for a while letting it all soak in before she found her voice again. "I'll be recognized either way."
"Not if you're a boy, my other son, Misaki," the woman stated giving her a long serious look that almost looked like a dare to refuse.
"Can it work?"
"Only if you believe it can, dear," the woman burst into a fit of giggles as she yanked Misaki into a hug. "YOUR SO CUTE!"
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Once again thanks for jumping on me bout the misspelling, won't happen again and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. btw, would anyone mind me shortening Shoichrio's name, it's a pain to type...and tell me about mistakes, i typed this in one sitting and my brain tends to repeat.
