Author's Note: Okay, I know this fanfic isn't exactly LoD pordy, but I
swear, this chapter will try to be as close to LoD as possable, if not,
I'll probably be beating my head against the montor, trying to thing of a
better plot.
The First Hour
Doel looked at the grandfather clock in front of him. It was three minutes past 10 and nothing happened. He huffed and plopped on his pillow, about to fall asleep when he saw Shirley in her White Silver Dragoon armor hovering over him, her back resting on the canopy hung over his bed.
"Wah! Do you spirits enjoy sneaking up on me like that!?" Doel screamed, "Anyway, you are late. Greham said you'd be here at 10."
"I was," Shirley said, "If you'd have looked up three minutes ago, you'd have seen me."
"Well, what in blazes are you supposed to be?"
"I am the Dragoon Spirit of Chrismas Past. But enough dilly dallying. You know how much Rose hates waiting."
"Rose!? Who's she supposed to be."
"The Spirit of Chrismas Future. And believe me, if we spend too much time talking, she will do more than show you a grim future. Now come."
"Are you insane!? I can't go looking like this!" Shirely looked him over, seeing that he was only in bunny patterned PJs and a night cap that resembled Santa's hat.
"Oh, you are right. Those bunny designs on your PJs are so not you. I could drag you out in your birthday suit, but then again, I'd hate to see men in pink boxers..."
"ALRIGHT ALREADY! QUIT MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF MY TASTE IN UNDERGARMENT!"
"Then you will cooperate and come with me?"
Doel grumbled an "okay". Shirley extended her hand as Doel reluctently took it. The next thing he knew, he was in a boarding school, seeing a 10-year-old version of himself sitting at a desk, looking very depressed.
"Not a very good childhood, is it?" Shirley asked.
"When mother died, father was very abbusive," Doel said, "He hated me so much, he threw me out of Bale when I was 6-years-old. He favored Carlos more than he did me."
Just as Doel had finished saying that, the doors to the class opened and a younger version of Carlos ran in.
"Brother! Brother! Good news!" he shouted, hugging little Doel, "Father's changed! He wants you to stay with him and become king!"
"Such a good brother, is he not?" Shirley asked, "And to think, your hatrid drove you into murdering him just to become ruler, not realizing your little nephew would be next on the throne."
"They don't know the price they're paying by serving a fool like Carlos," Doel grumbled, "Are we done yet? I'd like to get out of here before someone sees me covered in bunnies."
"But we've just begun."
"We what!?" Doel found himself in the snowy grounds of Deningrad. Doel, now at the age of 23, was walking along the path hand in hand with his wife, Karina. They took a seat on one of the benches near the church. Karina seemed depressed.
"I do not wish to see this," Doel said, "I wanna go home. Get me outta here!"
"Okay, fine. If that's what you want," Shirley said, turning around, "But that means I can tell Albert his uncle wears bunny designed PJs to bed every night."
"You wouldn't..."
"And how he had dirty sex with his late wife, Karina in his private quarters."
"Don't you even..."
"Wait, I have a better idea...I can tell the whole city of Kazas the mighty Emperor of Sandora now wets his blanket everynight after Karina died." Doel snarled and blew steam from his ears, "Temper temper. We don't want baby Doel to throw temper tantrums like a third grader."
"If I do as you say, you will not reveal my embarrassing secrets?" Doel seethed.
"I guess its acceptable, but one more fit and the secret is out." Shierly said with a grin. Doel started growling numbers up to 10 before the steam stopped coming out of his ears.
"Very well." he shot his head towards where his younger self and Karina sat.
"I love you very much, Doel," Karina said, "but I would love you more if you would stop thinking about your Empire and think about your normal life."
"My family has been ruling countries for countless centries," young Doel said, "I will not be one to break our family ties by thinking about meaningless things."
"How can you say that!? Are you saying me being here is a burden for you!?" Karina asked, shooting up from her seat, "Then maybe if I go away, your family ties won't be so devistating."
'No! Do something, moron!' Doel mumbled scorningly at his younger image. But the young emperor said nothing. Tears welded up in Karina's eyes and she turned and walked away.
"What are you waiting for!?" Doel shouted, "Go after her! Show her your true affection!"
"Your words come to deaf ear, Doel," Shirley said, "no one can see us nor hear us. This is just an image of your past." Doel glared at her.
"Why are you showing me this!? Do you laugh at my pain!? Are you going to show me more pain?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Shirley said, looking at her watch, "My shift is over. I think Zieg can take it from here."
"Let me guess, he's the Dragoon Spirit of Chrismas Present." Doel grumbled.
"Then you must be familiar with the storyline," Shirley said, crossing your arms, "But I suggest you go straight to him when you get back to your room. The time you waste fooling around will go into the mood Rose is in." she then whispers in Doel's ear, 'she's having PMS right now so don't make things hard on her.'
"What!? But..." Doel turns around to find himself next to his bed back in Kazas, "Of all the...Soa save me if the next Dragoon Spirit is not as annoying as the last."
OOC: Okay, not much of an improvement, but I tried to make it a little more hilarious (I am going to change the rating to PG-13 since I stuck those dirty insults in this fanfic). I'd be lucky if I can try and get through this fanfic without running into Writer's Block. BTW, I've decided to use Shierly as the ghost of Chrismas Past because she pretty much fit the description. But I am using Meru for something else.
The First Hour
Doel looked at the grandfather clock in front of him. It was three minutes past 10 and nothing happened. He huffed and plopped on his pillow, about to fall asleep when he saw Shirley in her White Silver Dragoon armor hovering over him, her back resting on the canopy hung over his bed.
"Wah! Do you spirits enjoy sneaking up on me like that!?" Doel screamed, "Anyway, you are late. Greham said you'd be here at 10."
"I was," Shirley said, "If you'd have looked up three minutes ago, you'd have seen me."
"Well, what in blazes are you supposed to be?"
"I am the Dragoon Spirit of Chrismas Past. But enough dilly dallying. You know how much Rose hates waiting."
"Rose!? Who's she supposed to be."
"The Spirit of Chrismas Future. And believe me, if we spend too much time talking, she will do more than show you a grim future. Now come."
"Are you insane!? I can't go looking like this!" Shirely looked him over, seeing that he was only in bunny patterned PJs and a night cap that resembled Santa's hat.
"Oh, you are right. Those bunny designs on your PJs are so not you. I could drag you out in your birthday suit, but then again, I'd hate to see men in pink boxers..."
"ALRIGHT ALREADY! QUIT MAKING A BIG DEAL OUT OF MY TASTE IN UNDERGARMENT!"
"Then you will cooperate and come with me?"
Doel grumbled an "okay". Shirley extended her hand as Doel reluctently took it. The next thing he knew, he was in a boarding school, seeing a 10-year-old version of himself sitting at a desk, looking very depressed.
"Not a very good childhood, is it?" Shirley asked.
"When mother died, father was very abbusive," Doel said, "He hated me so much, he threw me out of Bale when I was 6-years-old. He favored Carlos more than he did me."
Just as Doel had finished saying that, the doors to the class opened and a younger version of Carlos ran in.
"Brother! Brother! Good news!" he shouted, hugging little Doel, "Father's changed! He wants you to stay with him and become king!"
"Such a good brother, is he not?" Shirley asked, "And to think, your hatrid drove you into murdering him just to become ruler, not realizing your little nephew would be next on the throne."
"They don't know the price they're paying by serving a fool like Carlos," Doel grumbled, "Are we done yet? I'd like to get out of here before someone sees me covered in bunnies."
"But we've just begun."
"We what!?" Doel found himself in the snowy grounds of Deningrad. Doel, now at the age of 23, was walking along the path hand in hand with his wife, Karina. They took a seat on one of the benches near the church. Karina seemed depressed.
"I do not wish to see this," Doel said, "I wanna go home. Get me outta here!"
"Okay, fine. If that's what you want," Shirley said, turning around, "But that means I can tell Albert his uncle wears bunny designed PJs to bed every night."
"You wouldn't..."
"And how he had dirty sex with his late wife, Karina in his private quarters."
"Don't you even..."
"Wait, I have a better idea...I can tell the whole city of Kazas the mighty Emperor of Sandora now wets his blanket everynight after Karina died." Doel snarled and blew steam from his ears, "Temper temper. We don't want baby Doel to throw temper tantrums like a third grader."
"If I do as you say, you will not reveal my embarrassing secrets?" Doel seethed.
"I guess its acceptable, but one more fit and the secret is out." Shierly said with a grin. Doel started growling numbers up to 10 before the steam stopped coming out of his ears.
"Very well." he shot his head towards where his younger self and Karina sat.
"I love you very much, Doel," Karina said, "but I would love you more if you would stop thinking about your Empire and think about your normal life."
"My family has been ruling countries for countless centries," young Doel said, "I will not be one to break our family ties by thinking about meaningless things."
"How can you say that!? Are you saying me being here is a burden for you!?" Karina asked, shooting up from her seat, "Then maybe if I go away, your family ties won't be so devistating."
'No! Do something, moron!' Doel mumbled scorningly at his younger image. But the young emperor said nothing. Tears welded up in Karina's eyes and she turned and walked away.
"What are you waiting for!?" Doel shouted, "Go after her! Show her your true affection!"
"Your words come to deaf ear, Doel," Shirley said, "no one can see us nor hear us. This is just an image of your past." Doel glared at her.
"Why are you showing me this!? Do you laugh at my pain!? Are you going to show me more pain?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Shirley said, looking at her watch, "My shift is over. I think Zieg can take it from here."
"Let me guess, he's the Dragoon Spirit of Chrismas Present." Doel grumbled.
"Then you must be familiar with the storyline," Shirley said, crossing your arms, "But I suggest you go straight to him when you get back to your room. The time you waste fooling around will go into the mood Rose is in." she then whispers in Doel's ear, 'she's having PMS right now so don't make things hard on her.'
"What!? But..." Doel turns around to find himself next to his bed back in Kazas, "Of all the...Soa save me if the next Dragoon Spirit is not as annoying as the last."
OOC: Okay, not much of an improvement, but I tried to make it a little more hilarious (I am going to change the rating to PG-13 since I stuck those dirty insults in this fanfic). I'd be lucky if I can try and get through this fanfic without running into Writer's Block. BTW, I've decided to use Shierly as the ghost of Chrismas Past because she pretty much fit the description. But I am using Meru for something else.