(A/N: Here's the next chapter! Not much to say. Enjoy!
Thank you all for reviewing, faving, and following this story. Honestly, I wasn't expecting much out of this story. I was just doing it, just to do it. I don't know if anyone is a fan of Yona of the Dawn. A hardcore fan. So it really surprised me when people started liking this story.
Haku Mai: Thanks for the review! I'm so glad we agree on something. Yona of the Dawn is...meh [I feel like I've seen it done a million times before], but Hak is so cool! And I won't drop this story, but I can't guarantee how frequent updates will be.)
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Orihime, now ten years old, fidgeting while Rei-Son giving her lesson about the Earth Tribe. Boring. Boring. Boring. It was all so boring. The lecture was just filled with stuffy politics she didn't care about.
That's why she was so happy when the lesson was over. Now, she can head to the kitchen and eat some snacks. She excitedly dashed through the palace grounds.
"What's the hurry, Princess?"
That familiar, snarky, boyish voice caused the auburn haired princess to skid to a stop, almost crashing into a nearby servant. Though, that only manage to cause her to fall flat on her face.
A snicker that turned into a full blown laughter erupted beside her. She glared at the infuriating, raven haired boy, who dared to laugh at her. He was eight now, and has grown up a little these past few years.
She climbed back up on her feet and dusted herself off. "Stop laughing, Hak!" she pouted. "It's not funny!"
"I'm sorry, Princess," Hak responded, but the mirth in his blue eyes told her he found the situation amusing. "I forgot how much concentration it takes for you to walk on your two left feet, Princess."
"Urgh!" She stomped her foot in anger. "You are so rude!"
One of the servants must sighted her fall, and came to check on her with a worried expression. "Your Highness, are you alright?" he asked in concern, checking the oldest princess for any sign of bruises or injury.
"I'm fine!" Orihime chirped with an energetic bounce, only to wince in pain.
Hak's amused expression turned into a confused frown. He bent down and slightly lifted up her light orange kimono. Just enough to to see her ankles. The auburn haired princess made a gasp of surprise when she felt his warm hand touch her cool skin.
"What are you doing, Hak? I said, I'm fine," she insisted. However, the younger boy wasn't having any of that. Not when he could so clearly see the dark purple bruise that was beginning to form on her left ankle. She must have twisted her ankle when she tripped. Urgh. She's so clumsy and accident prone.
He showed her bruised ankle to the servant. "The princess is hurt her ankle," he told the servant matter of factly. "Take her to the physician."
"Oh, right," the servant said, snapping out of his worried shock. He grabbed the older princess's hand. "Come with me, Princess. We need to have a doctor check your ankle."
Orihime relented, knowing that she lost the argument. She let the servant take her away to have her ankle checked.
"Wow, even walking is too dangerous for you," Hak remarked, leisurely following after them.
The auburn haired princess childishly stick her tongue at him in retaliation.
Orihime did her best not to cry as a physician looked over her injured foot. The healer carefully touched and prodded her ankle, examining her reaction.
"Well, your ankle seems to be a bit twisted, Princess Orihime," the doctor declared, giving the young princess a firm glare. "How did you this happen?"
She kept her closed out of embarrassment. She would humiliated if she told him she injured herself by tripping over nothing.
"She tripped over herself," Hak deadpanned, answering the doctor's question in her stead. A teasing smirk spread across his lips when he saw her face reddened even more.
The doctor just stared at Orihime with a 'you have gotta be kidding me' look, who just laughed sheepishly. He sighed in exasperation.
"You really need to watch your step, Princess," he scolded her like an exasperated father. "I'll wrap your left ankle in ice. Stay off your foot for the next few weeks." The physician got up to get some ice and bandages.
Hak crawled up to the distraught princess, and playfully nudged her. "I wonder how long the energetic and hyper princess can last without using her legs," he teased. "This must be a fate worse than death."
Orihime let out a silent wail and buried her embarrassed and mortified face in. The doctor came back with the necessary tools. He quickly and carefully placed the makeshift ice pack against the swell of her ankle and wrapped it tightly in bandages.
"Stay off the foot, Princess Orihime," the doctor advised sternly.
"Okay," the auburn haired princess replied dejectedly.
"I'm going to inform your father about this," he informed before getting up to leave, resulting in Hak and Orihime being in the room alone together.
The princess inhaled and exhaled deeply. "Okay, I can do this," she prepped herself. "It's just a few weeks. How bad could it be?" As if on cue to remind her of her original goal, her stomach rumbled loudly, causing her to flush once again.
Hak shot her one of his usual teasing smirks. "Wow. That sounded like a monster in there."
Out of frustration, Orihime began to childishly pounded her fists against his head. "Meanie! Meanie! You're a big meanie, Hak!" she cried angrily.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" the boy shouted in pain by his head getting pummeled the older girl. She stopped her assault on his head. Although, Hak still laughed at her plight, making her pout at him. He couldn't help it. It was amusing to tease her. Much different and funnier than teasing her sister, Yona.
"Hak." The wistful sound princess's voice caused him to stop laughing and to stare at her curiously. Her expression was...different. It wasn't completely giddy and cheerful, nor was it sad and reserved. It was an expression full of desperate longing. It caused him to grow quiet and just quietly wait for her to continue because it's an expression he's never seen before. "Hak," she quietly said his name again. "I want to...go outside."
He raised a black brow in confusion. "Outside? I'm not sure King Il would let you play outside with an injured foot," he said, purposefully staring at her bandaged ankle.
"That's it! One of these days I'm going outside!" she declared, pumping her fist in the air.
Hak smirked. "With a twisted ankle, I don't you're going anywhere," he deadpanned. "Besides, you'll kill youself if you go outside. But first, you need to learn how to walk, Princess."
She angrily slapped her hand over his mouth. "Quiet, you!"
Suddenly, the doors slammed up and Hak instantly froze. A man with gray hair in a low ponytail came barging in. The most distinct feature about this man was the scar going across his left eye.
"Grandpa?!" the raven haired boy yelped in terrifying shock.
General Son Mundok was shooting the boy a fierce, angry glare. "You brat!" he yelled. "How dare you distract the princess and make her twist her ankle? Come here!" He harshly pulled Hak by the ear.
"Ow, ow! Grandpa, it's not my fault!" the young boy protested in pain.
"Shut up! Did you apologize to the poor princess for making her injure herself? Huh, Hak?" The general bowed before her, forcibly bending Hak's head, so that he was bowing as well. "Please forgive this insolent boy for his rudeness, Princess," Mundok apologized, sincerely on Hak's behalf.
Orihime giggled at the pair's antics. "It's alright, General Mundok. It's my fault for not watching where I was going. I was clumsy. That's all there was to it," she laughed sheepishly.
Hak could do nothing but stare at the auburn haired girl, starstruck. There was something about her carefree laugh that sent his heart soaring. It was warm and bright, airy and invigorating. It was a vibrant laughter that was so full of life and passion. A sense of serene calm washed over him.
For the first time ever Hak was seeing Orihime in a different light.
For the first time, she was dreamy and radiant.
"Yona, you don't have to feed me," Orihime smiled, gently trying to turn the spoonful of chicken porridge that was waiting for her mouth to open.
Yona pouted, purple eyes gazing at her older sister in disapproval. "Sister, you have to eat!" she scolded her, probing her mouth with the spoon.
The older princess stubbornly shook her head. "My foot is hurt, Yona. Not my hands."
"Yeah, but…" The redhead princess saddened a bit, feeling somewhat dejected. "You're always taking care of me when I'm sick, Sister. I want to take care of you." She gazed at her with hopeful eyes.
Gray eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she beamed. So that's what this was all about? Yona just wanted to look after her. That was so sweet.
"Thank you, Yona," Orihime whispered sweetly, opening her mouth widely.
The younger princess grinned happily as she began feeding her older sister the chicken porridge.
(A/N: That's the end of chapter two! Nothing much to say, except the next chapter will focus on Yona's POV, then Hak's after that one. Then a couple more chapters after that before the main story hits. Other than that, not much else to say.
Orihime - 10
Hak - 8
Soo-Won - 8
Yona - 6
Just leave any comments in a review, and thanks for reading!
I just realized something... The same English voice actors who voiced Yona and Hak also voiced Mei and Armstrong from Fullmetal Alchemist, respectively. Discovering that sent shivers down my spine because every time I think of Yona/Hak, all I can think is Mei/Armstrong, and that's...just...disgusting! But I'll get over it soon enough. Oh, the same voice actor who voiced Hak and Armstrong also voiced All Might from My Hero Academia. So...make with that what you will.)
