Twilight-Part Two
A/N: Well, I decided to continue Twilight! There will only be three parts, but part 3 will be long. And I gave Miyako and Daisuke parts because...I like them. ^_^
Tell me if I should throw in some romance for those two...damn....wanna know something shocking? I actually like this fic. Oh, and in case you forgot-in this, I go by 02 ages.
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"Come on, Takeru! Go over there and tell her!" A purple-haired girl sat up from a haystack and glared at Takeru Ratgeji. A burgundy-haired boy sighed from a loft.
"Yeah. You mine as well get it out..."
Takeru started at both of them, Miyako and Daisuke. "You really think she'll feel the same way?" Daisuke just shook his head.
"No, I don't. But I think you should go over there and tell her, so she can finally tell you that she doesn't love you, so you can get over this insane crush of yours." Daisuke said, jumping off the loft. Now it was Miyako's turn to shake her head.
"Nuh-uh, Daisuke. It's true love between Takeru and Hikari. Just like in romance novels..." Miyako breathed dreamily. Daisuke rolled his eyes.
"Ah, yes, I can see it now. Former Princess Hikari Etinum-Ratgeji, Crop Farmer." Daisuke quipped, then sighed at the crestfallen look on Takeru's face.
"Look, Takeru...I'm sorry...go to Tremon. Tell Hikari how you feel. But...the chances of her saying the same thing are a million to one." Daisuke apologized. Takeru laughed slightly and smiled.
"Then there's still a chance." Daisuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Look, Takeru...all right, there is that small, barely even there chance that Hikari could say that she feels the same way. But...even if it's there, how are you going to get to Tremon?" Miyako clucked her tongue at Daisuke.
"He'll find a way somehow. He HAS to. Even if he has to walk 500 miles in the cold, freezing snow..." Miyako insisted, then sighed, getting that dreamy look in her eyes again.
"I'll take a horse, hitch a ride...I don't know! All I know is that I'm getting there, Daisuke. And when I do..." Takeru trailed off. All three sat in silence for a while, until...
"I know! Daisuke, don't you have a horse?" Miyako piped up, batting her eyelashes at Daisuke. Daisuke shook his head.
"Oh, no...my parents hate you enough as it is, Takeru! There is no way that I'm letting you take our horse. No way."
* * *
"Um...just don't touch her, ok?"
"Daisuke, how can he not touch her? He's riding her!"
"It's possible!"
Takeru just ignored the usual sounds of arguing from his two best friends and blinked at the horse. It didn't seem to hard to ride-he had seen Daisuke do it plenty of times.
But...
He shoved his foot into one of the foot holders-how should he know what they were called?-and attempted to get on the horse.
See, now the keyword in that sentence was attempted.
"Oow!" he yelped as he crashed onto the floor. Daisuke just looked at Takeru, picked him up from under his armpits, and placed him on the horse.
"Don't...use...those." Daisuke said, gesturing to the foot holds. He and Miyako grabbed hold of the reins-at least, that's what Takeru thought they were called-and lead him out of the barn.
"I don't get how you could live your entire life on a farm, and not know how to ride a horse, Takeru!" Miyako contradicted. Takeru shrugged, then looked down in a unsure manner at the horse.
"Do I really have to ride this all the way to Tremon?" Miyako glared at him.
"Don't tell me that you're backing out now!" Takeru raised his hands in defense.
"I'm not! I'm just a little unsure about the horse..." Miyako stamped her foot angrily.
"Takeru, you are going write this instant! Now, when I count to three, you better be gone!" Miyako whirled around, covering her eyes. Takeru bit his lip. How did you start this thing?
"One..." Maybe you had to slap it with these strap things....
"Two..." Ok, maybe not...how did Daisuke do it?
"Two and a half..." Ah ha! Daisuke would always slap it's rear, then it always started off!
"Three!" And it was off!
I'm coming, my princess...I'm coming, Hikari...
Now the dream shall become the reality...
* * *
"Shhh...shhh...it's all right..." Taichi soothed the unicorns, who protested wildly against the straps that held them to the cart.
Yamato watched from a distance as Taichi calmed them down, wondering how he did that. Many people had a gift with animals, but none of them could calm down a unicorn.
But Taichi could.
That's the reason why Taichi was treated like a person. Well, Taichi wasn't. Unicorn Boy was. Taichi didn't even exist in most eyes.
But in Yamato's, he did.
Yamato didn't know why he treated Taichi like an equal. He just did. Ever since he first saw Taichi, he wasn't Unicorn Boy.
He was Taichi.
"Sorry, Prince Yamato...the unicorns got a bit out of control...they couldn't stand being chained up for that long." Taichi spoke up. Yamato nodded, then headed back for the front of the cart.
"You know, I can drive that..." Yamato smiled and shook his head.
"It's ok, Taichi. You've done enough for me already."
* * *
"Shallow, pathetic, unintelligent. Selfish, uncaring, and only good for looking good."
That is what the majority of Tremon thought of Mimi~Trima Sa.
The peasants.
According to her Korinka, peasants didn't matter. They were a waste of air, space, and skin.
But they mattered to Mimi.
Mimi was a child who always needed to please everyone. If there was something about her that one person didn't like, she changed that one thing, and if that displeased someone else, she just had to make it up to them.
But, of course, the peasants didn't matter, although Mimi~Trima sa didn't see it that way.
She was a Trima-sa.
She had to make people happy.
If she didn't, who would?
Certainly not her brother.
That's why Mimi was the good one, never talking back, always going to worship Kamen with her parents while her brother stayed in his room, learning how to cook when she really wanted to go play, always on a constant diet while everyone around her was pigging out.
It...
It just wasn't fair.
But what could she do about it?
Wouldn't it make other people mad if she said no?
Did other people care?
The certainly didn't care when her brother said no. It was no big deal; Koushiro always said no.
So...what was the big deal if she said no for a change?
* * *
Sora walked silently beside her mother, still fuming from an earlier discussion.
Sell the land!? How could she!?
The royals wouldn't pay her anything. They would just make something up about how the thought of selling your land for a better tomorrow was worth much, much more than money would ever be.
What total bull!
The only thing that the royals wanted was to steal more land from everyone else.
And not even take care of it, just have some peasants take care of it, and then steal it from them.
Sora stopped and let her mother go ahead, and turned her attention to the bushel on the side of the road. She could hear the mumbles of Jyou...she knew him. Well, she wanted to know him. They exchanged a word or two now and then, but never a conversation...Jyou was somewhat attractive boy, well, at least in Sora's eyes. She longed for a glance in her direction, but...
Sora smiled widely. Jyou was in there with someone else. She should feel jealous...well, she did.
Why must everyone have a happy lovelife but her? It seemed as if everyone around her had someone...
Hold it. There was something...some what...familar...about that other voice.
Sora had to lean over on tip-toes to see who the other person was. Whoever...that person was quite short.
She did have to keep herself from falling over when she saw who it was.
Jyou and...and...a royal?!
Jyou and Koushiro-Tremon sa!?
* * *
"Well, the date is set..." Koushiro-not Koushiro-Tremon sa-looked away from his lover.
"Oh." Jyou looked noticeably disappointed, not trying to hide it. What was the point? Soon, Koushiro would be married. Away from him...with Hikari...holding her...kissing her...
"But, I did mange to delay it for several years. " Jyou looked surprised at this.
"How long?" Koushiro held back a smile.
"Around 6 or 7 years." Jyou didn't bother to hold back his smile.
"Do you have any idea how smart you are?" Jyou said, kissing him lightly on the head. Koushiro blushed slightly at this.
"You tell me often, but I don't mind hearing it again." Jyou smiled, but it disappeared quickly.
"Hey...what happens...when you and Hikari get married?" Koushiro looked up at Jyou and shrugged. Jyou was always the type to worry, but...
"I don't know. Will we even be together them?" Jyou shrugged.
"I don't know, but I'm sure it will be a interesting time for us all..."
* * *
Hikari sighed, and began to strip herself of the heavy gown that her mother had picked out to wear 'for Koushiro'.
Useless, for Koushiro barely even looked at her during the entire dinner, let alone spoke to her.
And then again the thought who the mysterious letter-sender was. Well...at least she knew that he was persistent.
15 letters in a month...did she even know him? Probably not. Never even allowed out of castle grounds...
Hikari let out a sigh, and searched the chest for the translucent nightgown and it's silk underpiece.
Only the best for Princess Hikari, even when she was sleeping. The nightgown had been shipped from...where was it? Oh, yes, Asuka, but her father had demanded the top silk makers to make a underpiece of 'higher quality'.
Only the best.
She flopped down on the bed. Would it kill her father to let her live her own life? She didn't mind being a princess. And she didn't mind following her parents wishes. But...sometimes...
You had to follow your heart, not your parents wishes.
But no. Her parents didn't believe in that. They where raised in exactly the same manner as she. And she was willing to bet that they where miserable as well.
She smoothed out the silk covers and fluffed the pillows. Not that she ever did that before in her life, but after you see your servants do it enough times, you pick up on it after a while.
The servants. Another thing that Hikari had in her life that she wished could just disappear. Selfish, she knew that, since she had everything in her life that any girl could dream for. But...how she wished to get her hands dirty for once!
She got under the covers and reached for the lamp to turn out the light. It was nice to dress herself for a change, though. Having someone dress and undress you could get extremely embarrassing as you grew up.
As the light went off and Hikari was about to let slumber take in her weary body, she couldn't help but notice...in the twilight...the stars...how they sparkled...
A/N: Well, I decided to continue Twilight! There will only be three parts, but part 3 will be long. And I gave Miyako and Daisuke parts because...I like them. ^_^
Tell me if I should throw in some romance for those two...damn....wanna know something shocking? I actually like this fic. Oh, and in case you forgot-in this, I go by 02 ages.
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"Come on, Takeru! Go over there and tell her!" A purple-haired girl sat up from a haystack and glared at Takeru Ratgeji. A burgundy-haired boy sighed from a loft.
"Yeah. You mine as well get it out..."
Takeru started at both of them, Miyako and Daisuke. "You really think she'll feel the same way?" Daisuke just shook his head.
"No, I don't. But I think you should go over there and tell her, so she can finally tell you that she doesn't love you, so you can get over this insane crush of yours." Daisuke said, jumping off the loft. Now it was Miyako's turn to shake her head.
"Nuh-uh, Daisuke. It's true love between Takeru and Hikari. Just like in romance novels..." Miyako breathed dreamily. Daisuke rolled his eyes.
"Ah, yes, I can see it now. Former Princess Hikari Etinum-Ratgeji, Crop Farmer." Daisuke quipped, then sighed at the crestfallen look on Takeru's face.
"Look, Takeru...I'm sorry...go to Tremon. Tell Hikari how you feel. But...the chances of her saying the same thing are a million to one." Daisuke apologized. Takeru laughed slightly and smiled.
"Then there's still a chance." Daisuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Look, Takeru...all right, there is that small, barely even there chance that Hikari could say that she feels the same way. But...even if it's there, how are you going to get to Tremon?" Miyako clucked her tongue at Daisuke.
"He'll find a way somehow. He HAS to. Even if he has to walk 500 miles in the cold, freezing snow..." Miyako insisted, then sighed, getting that dreamy look in her eyes again.
"I'll take a horse, hitch a ride...I don't know! All I know is that I'm getting there, Daisuke. And when I do..." Takeru trailed off. All three sat in silence for a while, until...
"I know! Daisuke, don't you have a horse?" Miyako piped up, batting her eyelashes at Daisuke. Daisuke shook his head.
"Oh, no...my parents hate you enough as it is, Takeru! There is no way that I'm letting you take our horse. No way."
* * *
"Um...just don't touch her, ok?"
"Daisuke, how can he not touch her? He's riding her!"
"It's possible!"
Takeru just ignored the usual sounds of arguing from his two best friends and blinked at the horse. It didn't seem to hard to ride-he had seen Daisuke do it plenty of times.
But...
He shoved his foot into one of the foot holders-how should he know what they were called?-and attempted to get on the horse.
See, now the keyword in that sentence was attempted.
"Oow!" he yelped as he crashed onto the floor. Daisuke just looked at Takeru, picked him up from under his armpits, and placed him on the horse.
"Don't...use...those." Daisuke said, gesturing to the foot holds. He and Miyako grabbed hold of the reins-at least, that's what Takeru thought they were called-and lead him out of the barn.
"I don't get how you could live your entire life on a farm, and not know how to ride a horse, Takeru!" Miyako contradicted. Takeru shrugged, then looked down in a unsure manner at the horse.
"Do I really have to ride this all the way to Tremon?" Miyako glared at him.
"Don't tell me that you're backing out now!" Takeru raised his hands in defense.
"I'm not! I'm just a little unsure about the horse..." Miyako stamped her foot angrily.
"Takeru, you are going write this instant! Now, when I count to three, you better be gone!" Miyako whirled around, covering her eyes. Takeru bit his lip. How did you start this thing?
"One..." Maybe you had to slap it with these strap things....
"Two..." Ok, maybe not...how did Daisuke do it?
"Two and a half..." Ah ha! Daisuke would always slap it's rear, then it always started off!
"Three!" And it was off!
I'm coming, my princess...I'm coming, Hikari...
Now the dream shall become the reality...
* * *
"Shhh...shhh...it's all right..." Taichi soothed the unicorns, who protested wildly against the straps that held them to the cart.
Yamato watched from a distance as Taichi calmed them down, wondering how he did that. Many people had a gift with animals, but none of them could calm down a unicorn.
But Taichi could.
That's the reason why Taichi was treated like a person. Well, Taichi wasn't. Unicorn Boy was. Taichi didn't even exist in most eyes.
But in Yamato's, he did.
Yamato didn't know why he treated Taichi like an equal. He just did. Ever since he first saw Taichi, he wasn't Unicorn Boy.
He was Taichi.
"Sorry, Prince Yamato...the unicorns got a bit out of control...they couldn't stand being chained up for that long." Taichi spoke up. Yamato nodded, then headed back for the front of the cart.
"You know, I can drive that..." Yamato smiled and shook his head.
"It's ok, Taichi. You've done enough for me already."
* * *
"Shallow, pathetic, unintelligent. Selfish, uncaring, and only good for looking good."
That is what the majority of Tremon thought of Mimi~Trima Sa.
The peasants.
According to her Korinka, peasants didn't matter. They were a waste of air, space, and skin.
But they mattered to Mimi.
Mimi was a child who always needed to please everyone. If there was something about her that one person didn't like, she changed that one thing, and if that displeased someone else, she just had to make it up to them.
But, of course, the peasants didn't matter, although Mimi~Trima sa didn't see it that way.
She was a Trima-sa.
She had to make people happy.
If she didn't, who would?
Certainly not her brother.
That's why Mimi was the good one, never talking back, always going to worship Kamen with her parents while her brother stayed in his room, learning how to cook when she really wanted to go play, always on a constant diet while everyone around her was pigging out.
It...
It just wasn't fair.
But what could she do about it?
Wouldn't it make other people mad if she said no?
Did other people care?
The certainly didn't care when her brother said no. It was no big deal; Koushiro always said no.
So...what was the big deal if she said no for a change?
* * *
Sora walked silently beside her mother, still fuming from an earlier discussion.
Sell the land!? How could she!?
The royals wouldn't pay her anything. They would just make something up about how the thought of selling your land for a better tomorrow was worth much, much more than money would ever be.
What total bull!
The only thing that the royals wanted was to steal more land from everyone else.
And not even take care of it, just have some peasants take care of it, and then steal it from them.
Sora stopped and let her mother go ahead, and turned her attention to the bushel on the side of the road. She could hear the mumbles of Jyou...she knew him. Well, she wanted to know him. They exchanged a word or two now and then, but never a conversation...Jyou was somewhat attractive boy, well, at least in Sora's eyes. She longed for a glance in her direction, but...
Sora smiled widely. Jyou was in there with someone else. She should feel jealous...well, she did.
Why must everyone have a happy lovelife but her? It seemed as if everyone around her had someone...
Hold it. There was something...some what...familar...about that other voice.
Sora had to lean over on tip-toes to see who the other person was. Whoever...that person was quite short.
She did have to keep herself from falling over when she saw who it was.
Jyou and...and...a royal?!
Jyou and Koushiro-Tremon sa!?
* * *
"Well, the date is set..." Koushiro-not Koushiro-Tremon sa-looked away from his lover.
"Oh." Jyou looked noticeably disappointed, not trying to hide it. What was the point? Soon, Koushiro would be married. Away from him...with Hikari...holding her...kissing her...
"But, I did mange to delay it for several years. " Jyou looked surprised at this.
"How long?" Koushiro held back a smile.
"Around 6 or 7 years." Jyou didn't bother to hold back his smile.
"Do you have any idea how smart you are?" Jyou said, kissing him lightly on the head. Koushiro blushed slightly at this.
"You tell me often, but I don't mind hearing it again." Jyou smiled, but it disappeared quickly.
"Hey...what happens...when you and Hikari get married?" Koushiro looked up at Jyou and shrugged. Jyou was always the type to worry, but...
"I don't know. Will we even be together them?" Jyou shrugged.
"I don't know, but I'm sure it will be a interesting time for us all..."
* * *
Hikari sighed, and began to strip herself of the heavy gown that her mother had picked out to wear 'for Koushiro'.
Useless, for Koushiro barely even looked at her during the entire dinner, let alone spoke to her.
And then again the thought who the mysterious letter-sender was. Well...at least she knew that he was persistent.
15 letters in a month...did she even know him? Probably not. Never even allowed out of castle grounds...
Hikari let out a sigh, and searched the chest for the translucent nightgown and it's silk underpiece.
Only the best for Princess Hikari, even when she was sleeping. The nightgown had been shipped from...where was it? Oh, yes, Asuka, but her father had demanded the top silk makers to make a underpiece of 'higher quality'.
Only the best.
She flopped down on the bed. Would it kill her father to let her live her own life? She didn't mind being a princess. And she didn't mind following her parents wishes. But...sometimes...
You had to follow your heart, not your parents wishes.
But no. Her parents didn't believe in that. They where raised in exactly the same manner as she. And she was willing to bet that they where miserable as well.
She smoothed out the silk covers and fluffed the pillows. Not that she ever did that before in her life, but after you see your servants do it enough times, you pick up on it after a while.
The servants. Another thing that Hikari had in her life that she wished could just disappear. Selfish, she knew that, since she had everything in her life that any girl could dream for. But...how she wished to get her hands dirty for once!
She got under the covers and reached for the lamp to turn out the light. It was nice to dress herself for a change, though. Having someone dress and undress you could get extremely embarrassing as you grew up.
As the light went off and Hikari was about to let slumber take in her weary body, she couldn't help but notice...in the twilight...the stars...how they sparkled...