A/N: ahoy hoy hoy!
Well, see, since I'm just sittin' here in front of mah computer, I decided to start writing!! Erm yeah, I didn't exactly feel like writing my story *Light of Darkness* (an D/hr fic) so I'm writing a HA! Fanfic!
(I haven't watched the movie yet, so bear with me!) *but thru many spoilers in many fanfics I've read, I pretty much know what happens, (I think)*
Heehee.here goes nothing!
Fortune and Fame
Helga ran down the street, head down, and hand clutching a heart shaped locket tightly in a fist. She turned into the next alleyway, and after a furtive look around, collapsed heavily on the ground. Her brown pigtails drooped wearily behind her, as rain continued to pour from the sky. Helga shivered from the wind, and stared solemnly at the picture in her hand.
Arnold.
Just his name sent shivers up her spine, and she let herself be drowned into him, just because of his being, well, him. She could escape, far away from the bitter chill seeping into her bones, far away from her family. From being last.
She gripped the locket tighter in her hand, and raised her head to look at the grey sky. She squinted her eyes against the rain, and opened her mouth to taste it. Rain fell on her face, looking like long lost tears.
Nine years.
Well, actually, nine years, two months, and five days.
Helga shivered again and looked at the small worn out picture of the football headed boy. She wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking. She just wanted to see him again. The girl felt the urge to sing a song, to write a poem, just looking at that face, but frowned at herself.
There was no way in hel- she was going to write another poem. That was behind her now, a forgotton childhood of an unwanted girl.
Why couldn't she just forget about him? Forget all about that boy, about his beautiful green eyes, warm flaxen hair-
ThERE she was again! How many times had she told caught herself thinking about him? He was in the past, just a momentary infatuation. She should have grown out of him, just as she had done with poetry.
She threw the locket away in anger, watching the glass frame slowly get covered in water. She stood up to leave, then glanced back at the lonely locket. Sighing slightly to herself, she bent back down to pick it up, and walked away slowly...back...Helga shivered, but not because of the cold.
...Home.
~*~
Helga opened the door slightly, and quietly tip toed into her room.
"PATAKI!" Helga flinched, and then straightened. So close. She was in the hallway. Darn those floorboards, she snarled. The blonde girl looked into the shadows.
"Yes, Nora?" Helga asked, clenching her teeth. A middle aged woman stepped into the kitchen, dark brown hair streaked with gray. She held it all in a severe bun, and wore burgundy satin pyjamas. Her cold brown eyes gazed at the girl before her.
"You didn't finish your chores." Nora told her coldly.
"I did-" Helga began.
"YOU DIDN'T!" Nora suddenly kicked over the trash can and spilt all the contents on the floor. She threw a towel at Helga, and walked away. "Clean it up." Her voice echoed about the mansion, as her footsteps were swallowed up by the gloom.
Growling silently to herself, Helga got on her hands and knees, and started to scrub the floor.
~*~
Helga sighed and hugged herself with her arms. All she wore was a pale brown dress, drenched and muddy from the rain. She hopped up and down on one foot, warming herself up, and proceeded to make her way to the open stall market. Fruit vendors and others dotted the street, and Helga could hear their coarse cries echoeing through the street.
Sighing softly underneath her breath, she took out a long list of items she had to buy. She started at the fruit market, numb hands trying to pick out the more luscious ones.
Darn this rain, she thought miserably, and quickly flicked a strand of damp blond hair from her eye. She was so cold. Her teeth began chattering, and her cheeks were numb. Suddenly Helga felt a presence behind her, and the rain stopped momentarily. She frowned, and turned around.
"Listen here, bucko--" She started, set on shooing the person away. But then she stopped, and her mouth dropped inhumanly low.
"Ar-ar." She said in shock, eyes widening into deep blue pools of surprise. It was Arnold. She was sure of it. Her heart started beating rapidly and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Arnold..HER Arnold, was right in front of her, looking as loving and innocent as when she had first laid eyes on him.
He wore a dark black suit, and smart leather dress shoes. He wore a chain necklace at his throat, but no hat. Helga felt a certain regret towards that. Arnold's hat had always symbolized his being. In one hand he held a slick black umbrella.
"Miss? Miss?" Arnold's soft voice drifted to her ears. Helga's dreamy eyes slowly drifted to Arnold's, and then snapped open. She withdrew a sharp breath and her heart felt like it had been ripped into a million pieces. He didn't recognize her. Helga turned around again, eyes downcast. Her lower lip quivered slightly, and her chest felt empty and hollow.
'No, I am NOT going to cry.' Helga told herself, clenching her hands into fists. This was insignificant. She had not cried when she lost her parents, when she had moved away from the neighborhood, and she was NOT going to cry now. Steeling her emotions, Helga turned around slightly. She took a deep breath, but couldn't bring herself to look at his face.
She felt low. Insignificant. Arnold didn't recognize her. Her obsession, her infatuation, her...love. He had forgotten her.
"Miss, you shouldn't be out in the rain!" Helga snapped back to attention at his voice, so foreign...but so natural at the same time. Helga didn't move, but rubbed one of her arms in nervousness. She was so cold, her arms were numb. Suddenly she didn't feel too well. "Miss?" Arnold's face looked concerned. "Your lips are blue." Helga barely heard him as she was attacked with another wave of dizziness. She stumbled backwards a few steps, knocking her legs against the crate of apples.
In her semi-conscious state she felt a hand touch her head lightly.
"You're burning up!" Arnold's voice said, and she felt two arms grip her shoulders. The world started to blur around her, and Arnold became a light blond shadow in a gray background...
Helga fainted.
~*~
AN: ok, yeah, that's it for now, plz come back to read and review!!
I LOVE REVIEWS!!! *smiles like an insane person*
Erha.yeah..
--dkc
Well, see, since I'm just sittin' here in front of mah computer, I decided to start writing!! Erm yeah, I didn't exactly feel like writing my story *Light of Darkness* (an D/hr fic) so I'm writing a HA! Fanfic!
(I haven't watched the movie yet, so bear with me!) *but thru many spoilers in many fanfics I've read, I pretty much know what happens, (I think)*
Heehee.here goes nothing!
Fortune and Fame
Helga ran down the street, head down, and hand clutching a heart shaped locket tightly in a fist. She turned into the next alleyway, and after a furtive look around, collapsed heavily on the ground. Her brown pigtails drooped wearily behind her, as rain continued to pour from the sky. Helga shivered from the wind, and stared solemnly at the picture in her hand.
Arnold.
Just his name sent shivers up her spine, and she let herself be drowned into him, just because of his being, well, him. She could escape, far away from the bitter chill seeping into her bones, far away from her family. From being last.
She gripped the locket tighter in her hand, and raised her head to look at the grey sky. She squinted her eyes against the rain, and opened her mouth to taste it. Rain fell on her face, looking like long lost tears.
Nine years.
Well, actually, nine years, two months, and five days.
Helga shivered again and looked at the small worn out picture of the football headed boy. She wondered what he was doing, what he was thinking. She just wanted to see him again. The girl felt the urge to sing a song, to write a poem, just looking at that face, but frowned at herself.
There was no way in hel- she was going to write another poem. That was behind her now, a forgotton childhood of an unwanted girl.
Why couldn't she just forget about him? Forget all about that boy, about his beautiful green eyes, warm flaxen hair-
ThERE she was again! How many times had she told caught herself thinking about him? He was in the past, just a momentary infatuation. She should have grown out of him, just as she had done with poetry.
She threw the locket away in anger, watching the glass frame slowly get covered in water. She stood up to leave, then glanced back at the lonely locket. Sighing slightly to herself, she bent back down to pick it up, and walked away slowly...back...Helga shivered, but not because of the cold.
...Home.
~*~
Helga opened the door slightly, and quietly tip toed into her room.
"PATAKI!" Helga flinched, and then straightened. So close. She was in the hallway. Darn those floorboards, she snarled. The blonde girl looked into the shadows.
"Yes, Nora?" Helga asked, clenching her teeth. A middle aged woman stepped into the kitchen, dark brown hair streaked with gray. She held it all in a severe bun, and wore burgundy satin pyjamas. Her cold brown eyes gazed at the girl before her.
"You didn't finish your chores." Nora told her coldly.
"I did-" Helga began.
"YOU DIDN'T!" Nora suddenly kicked over the trash can and spilt all the contents on the floor. She threw a towel at Helga, and walked away. "Clean it up." Her voice echoed about the mansion, as her footsteps were swallowed up by the gloom.
Growling silently to herself, Helga got on her hands and knees, and started to scrub the floor.
~*~
Helga sighed and hugged herself with her arms. All she wore was a pale brown dress, drenched and muddy from the rain. She hopped up and down on one foot, warming herself up, and proceeded to make her way to the open stall market. Fruit vendors and others dotted the street, and Helga could hear their coarse cries echoeing through the street.
Sighing softly underneath her breath, she took out a long list of items she had to buy. She started at the fruit market, numb hands trying to pick out the more luscious ones.
Darn this rain, she thought miserably, and quickly flicked a strand of damp blond hair from her eye. She was so cold. Her teeth began chattering, and her cheeks were numb. Suddenly Helga felt a presence behind her, and the rain stopped momentarily. She frowned, and turned around.
"Listen here, bucko--" She started, set on shooing the person away. But then she stopped, and her mouth dropped inhumanly low.
"Ar-ar." She said in shock, eyes widening into deep blue pools of surprise. It was Arnold. She was sure of it. Her heart started beating rapidly and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Arnold..HER Arnold, was right in front of her, looking as loving and innocent as when she had first laid eyes on him.
He wore a dark black suit, and smart leather dress shoes. He wore a chain necklace at his throat, but no hat. Helga felt a certain regret towards that. Arnold's hat had always symbolized his being. In one hand he held a slick black umbrella.
"Miss? Miss?" Arnold's soft voice drifted to her ears. Helga's dreamy eyes slowly drifted to Arnold's, and then snapped open. She withdrew a sharp breath and her heart felt like it had been ripped into a million pieces. He didn't recognize her. Helga turned around again, eyes downcast. Her lower lip quivered slightly, and her chest felt empty and hollow.
'No, I am NOT going to cry.' Helga told herself, clenching her hands into fists. This was insignificant. She had not cried when she lost her parents, when she had moved away from the neighborhood, and she was NOT going to cry now. Steeling her emotions, Helga turned around slightly. She took a deep breath, but couldn't bring herself to look at his face.
She felt low. Insignificant. Arnold didn't recognize her. Her obsession, her infatuation, her...love. He had forgotten her.
"Miss, you shouldn't be out in the rain!" Helga snapped back to attention at his voice, so foreign...but so natural at the same time. Helga didn't move, but rubbed one of her arms in nervousness. She was so cold, her arms were numb. Suddenly she didn't feel too well. "Miss?" Arnold's face looked concerned. "Your lips are blue." Helga barely heard him as she was attacked with another wave of dizziness. She stumbled backwards a few steps, knocking her legs against the crate of apples.
In her semi-conscious state she felt a hand touch her head lightly.
"You're burning up!" Arnold's voice said, and she felt two arms grip her shoulders. The world started to blur around her, and Arnold became a light blond shadow in a gray background...
Helga fainted.
~*~
AN: ok, yeah, that's it for now, plz come back to read and review!!
I LOVE REVIEWS!!! *smiles like an insane person*
Erha.yeah..
--dkc