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I have moved my "Lost in Time" Series to its own stand-alone story! I wrote out several more chapters and they ended up being incredibly long and I prefer to keep these well, snippets! :) Hoping my lovely readers here do not mind.
I digress; this little snippet is a series I am going to start. I hit on it a little in Chapter 4 "The Star Dancer". I am going to have the Senshi/Shitennou reincarnated throughout various periods of time. I was going to keep them regionally centric to where the Heavenly Kings originally ruled, but I decided to make it a free-for-all. I will be changing their names to fit the era and location; I will keep the first initial the same just to avoid confusion! So please, if you have any suggestions on pairings/locations/places/events, feel free to post here or pm me! I would love to do a bunch of these. My first one will be with my favorite couple. This will take place in Rome, in the 1700's. Rome in the 18th century was a lot like New York City is today, it was the "center of the world". So enough with the chatter! As always, thank you for reading. ;)
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There she was, the epitome of beauty and strength; a true Roman woman. Nicola stood in the street, lazily leaning against a building; slowly sipping on his container of wine. He came to this little bakery often; he had heard word nearly two years ago about a woman who owned a quaint little store. It piqued his interest, as he had never known a woman to own a business. After a little investigating he learned of her parents' untimely passing, and she had been the sole heir. Instead of selling everything off, as most women he had ever been acquainted with would, she took up the role as owner. He now felt almost like a pervert, he visited nearly every day. However he never made any actual contact, he often sent his soldiers inside to do his bidding. Marquesa Cappiello, her name rolled of his tongue with such delight, it was nearly as sweet as one of her delicious pastries. Although, he thought to himself, Marquesa Segreti would suite her better. He smiled smugly to himself, before tearing himself from his fantasy realm. Who was he kidding? In the two years he had known of her existence, he could never bring himself to ever speak to her in person. He assured himself he was her biggest patron, anonymously. Nicola watched as one of his soldiers interacted with his Roman goddess. Her bright smile, those stunning emerald eyes and long russet curls that he hoped to run his hands through one day.
His men gave him a bit of grief for not courting her properly. And now he was beginning to agree with them. That damn Portuguese Duke, Frederico was openly smitten with her. As of now it was an unrequited love, but the lure of leaving a hard working job behind could eventually win her over. Suddenly he noticed Marquesa standing on a small stool, raising her skirts ever so slightly to reach a small bag atop a shelf. He caught his head as it tilted to the side, slowly following her slender tanned exposed leg; it seemed to go on forever. However, he noticed his men doing the same. He scowled almost possessively, what was it about this woman. He had yet to commit to Christianity, but could she perhaps be a witch? Had he been hexed? He nary even knew her, but she had instantly captivated his very soul. He watched his men meander back out of the shop, he eagerly awaited his prizes.
"Where are my goods, soldier? I sent you in with plenty of coin." He glared at the empty handed man.
"She wishes to see you." The solider bowed his head.
Nicola's heart began to pound, had he been found out? Had these vermin spewed all of his most intimate details to her? Did they not know how he could make them suffer during their next combat training? He cleared his throat, straightening out the prestigious uniform of the Holy Roman army, and proceeded to cross the road.
"Move along, men." He muttered under his breath, as his soldiers scattered like mice in the light. His palms began to sweat, as he opened the wooden door. He took in the sight and smells of rich Baci di Dama, pine-nut studded Pignolati, and crisp Lingue di Gatto. Beautiful flowers and trinkets adorned nearly every free surface of the wonderful smelling bakery.
"Ah, the illustrious Signore Segreti. It is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." He froze; her voice shook him to the core.
"Have we met, Signora Cappiello?" Nicola questioned. That voice, he had heard it before. But where?
"Simply, Marquesa. Signore Segreti. And no, I do not believe we have, although I am thrilled you accepted my invitation." She smiled, hopping down from her chair. He was at a loss for words; she was more breathtaking in person.
"Um. Uh, oh, Nicola. Nicola is just fine." He stammered.
"Well then, Nicola. How many years were you going to allow to go by before you decided to enter my little establishment?" She teased. This woman, he could feel butterflies welling in his core after every sentence she spoke.
"I meant no offense, Sig…Marquesa. Your baking is divine. I have traveled all about the Holy Roman Empire, and your cooking is second to none." He cleared his throat, pleased he had managed an entire sentence, strongly.
"Well I am flattered. Although, I was beginning to worry you were just standing outside admiring my lovely flower arrangements. What keeps you so captivated? It must be the pastry." She let out a girlish giggle, before disappearing into a store room in the back.
He felt his face immediately flush.
"Well, I mean. I have been meaning. It's just…" He cursed himself. Speaking was not his forte. Now Zanipolo, there was a man who could utter a simple word and have women swooning at his feet. Perhaps he should've received a few pointers.
"I wish to experiment with you if you don't mind." She called from the back. Nicola felt his chest tighten, as he nervously cleared his throat.
She exited with a platter in hand, and a few scrumptious smelling dishes of some sort which appeared to be straight out of her wood burning oven.
"These, my good man, are going to transform the world. Do you like cherries?" She asked. His heart nearly burst as he watched her plop a plump cherry in her mouth, slowly removing the stem from her lips.
"Yes, I do like cherries." Nicola stammered taking a seat before his knees gave way.
"This is called, Crostata di Visciole. I love Visciole cherries; they're delicious, dark and musky. Perfect for this dessert!" She beamed with excitement, scooting a piping hot pan to him.
It was nearly comparable to art. A tender flaky butter laden crust meticulously shaped into a deep pan; with a beautiful egg washed lattice top. He slowly cut into the Crostata, his mouth burst with excitement. The buttery flavor of the pasta frolla was perfectly balanced with the sweet and sour of the cherry marmellata.
"This is absolutely delightful, Marqie." He tried speaking with a mouthful of the wonderful dessert.
He watched as a proud smile spread across her face.
"Marqie? Signore Nicola? Are we on such formal terms?" She gave him a playful wink.
He quickly straightened himself in the chair. As if coming to attention.
"Marquesa. I wish to, what I mean to say is…" She mercifully cut off his stammering.
"Yes, Nicola. I would like it very much if we were to properly go about courting." She reached over wiping a stray piece of cherry from his face.
"Perhaps I can prepare you something for pranzo tomorrow? Stop in." He nodded.
"It was nice finally meeting you, Marquesa. I will arrive tomorrow." Nicola reached out placing a light kiss on her hand. He smirked as he walked out the door. He was finally courting the woman of his dreams, and had a new found appreciation for cherries.
"Now, where have I met that man before?" Marquesa questioned, then shrugged as a delighted feeling a washed her.
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So, what do you think? Worth continuing for all of the couples? Hopefully? I have one nearly completed for Minako and Kunzite which I think will be quite the delight! Anyone catch the small nod in this snippet to the English Dub? A little semi-hidden jab! Lol As always, thank you for reading and please review! ;)
-Lady D