Author's Note:
A JACK SPARROW STORY? To all my lovey's out there... I've decided to create a new story and I would like to know if anyone would be interested. How about a Jack Sparrow romance to celebrate the new movie coming out soon? I only us OC's in my stories, plus their love interest, so it'd be about a woman of my own creation. (Duh...) Anyways, I haven't thought of the title yet and could really use some help! Anyone that is willing will get a summary with very fewspoilers in it and a sneak preview at the first chapter. I've already gotten about 6 chappies in and I'm not sure how deep I'm willing to go. Hmm... it's fun at least. =P
Anyways, give him a message darlings! Au revoir!
Nixx
A French melody was heard softly at the end of the docks, attracting the attention of few bystanders. I had been so happy throughout my lone adventure to find something to eat that a tune was drifting delicately in my native tongue. With a hot cup of Chai Latte in my hand, stomach full, I had finally decided to relax a bit against the end of the pier, looking out over the beautiful sunset, slowly sinking into the vast blue ocean.
This place to me was magical. Everything was so fun, laidback and calm. A lot of richer families vacationed here, but not at this time of year. And that was the best part…
"Lovely singing."
I turn my head slightly to see a boy wearing light, ripped jeans and a white shirt with an abundance of grey designs on it. He looked fairly beautiful, his sandy blonde hair skirting into his blue eyes, as blue as the ocean. His smile was beyond that, a perfect array of straight alabaster teeth.
"Merci," I chuckle.
"Sorry, I just heard you from across the way and figured I'd come tell you." He smiles continuously. "Oh! Sorry! My name's Yoko."
"Misaki," I greet back.
"Isn't that a Japanese name? You look and of course sound French!"
I shake my head with a laugh. "I am half, dear."
"Oh." He leans against the rails as well, staring at the sunset.
I turn my head back in that general direction, sighing ever so slightly.
"It's perfect…" We chorus in a soft whisper.
"You love the ocean?" He motions towards the water.
"I love the sunset on the ocean." I hadn't stopped staring at the tides, gently rolling against the legs of the pier.
Yoko chuckles quietly. "Why would a woman like yourself be out here alone?"
I shake my head. "I suppose I just wanted to get away."
"I have that feeling sometime. Are you from around here?"
"No, my family owns a piece of the beach down here." I turn to face him, leaning into the corner of the wooden rails.
Kyouya's P.O.V
Third Person's View
Kyouya had been walking for damn near half an hour looking for the blonde deviant and troublemaker. His patience was wearing thin and the footprints had turned into a whole wet pier in mere seconds. Needless to say, he was not in a good mood.
Blood Type- AB.
"There was some girl singing in French over near the edge of the pier. It was beautiful!"
Kyouya overhead the conversation of an elderly couple walking past him. He tuned in immediately.
"How I miss France…" the woman sighed deeply.
"She reminded me of France indeed. And that blonde hair just stuck out like a sore thumb…"
Kyouya didn't wait to hear more, only proceeded- quickly I might add- to the edge of the pier. To his surprise Misaki was still leaning against the corner rails, talking avidly to another young man. Both were smiling and laughing.
And that pissed Kyouya off even more.
'The entire time I've been looking for this… this…' He was so irritated that the proper words wouldn't come to mind right off hand… Or rather- appropriate words didn't come to mind. 'NUISANCE… she's been flirting with some commoner.'
Time to end this.
"Misaki, there you are." Kyouya glides slowly up to the girl.
Her face turned to him, phasing from a happy smile… to a perturbed twitch… and finally to an angry scowl.
"Kyouya… what the hell are you doing here?" She hisses low, almost venomously.
"Trying to find you of course."
"Who are you?" The boy finally decides make himself known again.
Kyouya stares at him in an ample disgust. "Kyouya Ootori."
His face whitens. "As in from the famous Ootori's medical supplies?"
"Yes, and you are talking to Miss Misaki Suou, of the Suou family." He gives the smallest hint of a smirk. "My fiance."
"Oh I'm so sorry sir…" He bows in respect. "My father is a doctor in one of your hospitals. I'm sorry, it'll never happen again!" With that, he runs off.
Kyouya felt accomplished, turning to face his fiance. "Misaki, where's your ring?"
SLAP!
Everything goes eerily quiet. Misaki stood with her bangs covering her eyes, hand now a deep red to match the burning imprint on Kyouya's face.
"Kyouya… get the hell off this island. Until I have to marry you, I do not ever want to see your face again!" She hisses the most venomous, acidic tone she can muster, sinking the words deep into Kyouya's brain before she walks off, diamond coat fluttering in the wind.
"Wow…" Tamaki had since appeared with Haruhi. "Kyouya, are you alright?"
The blank look on Kyouya's face as he stared after the girl, gracefully storming off, everyone staring at the blonde as she whisks by them, said nothing.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Kyouya hadn't stopped looking away. "I am marrying her to please my family."
"You really are a sick, twisted bastard Kyouya-Senpai." Haruhi starts to glare at the man. "All Misaki wants in life is to be happy. And you've ruined that. The worst part of it, you know and you don't care." Haruhi now begins to storm off.
When she's nearly out of sight, Misaki completely having disappeared, Tamaki steps up behind his friend.
"You know Kyouya, you really need to start thinking about yourself as well. I know you aren't happy."
"That's where you're wrong, Tamaki." Kyouya shows a very fake, yet scary smile to the blonde. "I am perfectly content in everything."
The darker entity leaves Tamaki, standing alone on the dock as the sun finally drifts below the sea.
"Kyouya, why can't you believe that I can see past that fake smile?"
