Switched
By Akira Akimoto
Akira: Hi, this is my first fan fic. Please don't be harsh! I worked hard on this story. Don't send a flame to spoil it! And please, please review! Pweez? ^_6
Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers. I don't own digimon for god's sake. There. It's good for the whole story. Unless there's a rule that I have to do it for every chapter. And . . no, Akiya and Hope do not belong to me. They belong to Akiya Arimoto, since I stole her ideas.
Akiya: Ahem! That's why you had my notebook! Story-stealer! Your stories are short, but they stink like chicken poop!
Akira: *sweatdrops* See what I mean?
Akiya: And you're also stealing part of my name! You're a thief! Come back here with my notebook!
Akira: *running away* Wahhh!
Chapter One: Default Chapter
"There." Izumi placed the last strand of hair in place and stood up. "You look beautiful."
Princess Akiya raised and eyebrow. "Yeah right. You're just saying that, Izumi."
"No, Akiya, I mean it." So Akiya looked up.
Izumi's and Akiya's reflection looked at one another. Akiya always marveled at how close they resembled each other.
They both had blond hair, blue-green eyes, and the same height. But Akiya had a broader face, and Izumi looked prettier.
She scowled. "I don't get the point of meeting suitors when I could use the time to practice with my sword. I mean, they're all just money-greedy pigs. And they just carry a sword around, and they can't even do magic."
Izumi pointed out, "But you can't either. Do magic, I mean."
Akiya turned to her. "Can't you be me? Please?"
She put puppy eyes on. Izumi rolled her eyes. "You know that wouldn't work on me 'cause I know how to do that too."
Akiya pouted. "Who's the suitor now?" she asked warily.
"A Prince Kouji or something from the Minamoto kingdom." Izumi replied.
Akiya groaned. "He sounds BORING." Izumi secretly smiled. Akiya stood up.
Izumi said, "Good luck to you. And please, DON'T make faces at him. He'll wonder if you've eaten something that doesn't agree with your stomach or something."
Akiya pondered her advice. Hmmm, maybe just this once, she thought walking out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*6_6~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Since Akiya was meeting a suitor, Izumi had the whole day off. She was wandering through one of the nearby village, gazing longingly at some groups of girls chattering away.
For some reason, Izumi didn't have any friends. People were driven away and were made very uncomfortable when she didn't talk for long periods of time.
She was hiding from a particular group who rejected her when someone bumped into her. "Watch where you're going," she growled, without turning around, thinking it was a girl.
But as we walked, she heard a boy's voice commenting, "We better stay away from her. Come on." Izumi showed no emotions on her face. Inside, she was crying.
I'll never make friends this way, she thought. But I have Akiya. That's enough. Akiya was like a real sister to her. They shared many secrets that they didn't tell others.
But Akiya also had Hope, her older sister who taught Izumi and Akiya how to handle a sword. But she had disappeared. Hmm, she thought. Without Hope, we couldn't practice because the queen forbade it.
She walked back to the castle. I'll just see how Akiya is doing, she decided.
~*~*~*~*~*6_6~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For once, Akiya wasn't bored. But at first, she was. Prince Kouji was a tall, blue-eyed, blue haired boy who did not talk much.
He was almost silent at the dinner table, unlike the last suitors who had come for her hand. The other suitors talked almost all the time to her. They informed her of their feats, their childhood, and of their kingdom.
They boasted that they could handle a dragon if neccessary. Yeah, right, Akiya had thought. I bet most of them are fake.
But for once, Akiya felt uncomfortable. Then they were left alone. "Hey, umm, do you know how to handle a sword?" Akiya asked, at last breaking the silence, knowing the answer already.
He looked at her. "Yes, I do, " he said finally. "Would you care to have a match against me just this once? I need practice," said Akiya, really uncomfortable at his scrutiny.
Kouji looked surprised, but finally, he replied, "But I didn't know that princesses can fight."
Akiya mumbled, "It's okay." It was barely audible. She stood up.
"Goodbye," she called over her shoulder.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*6_6*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Akiya walked back to her bedroom.
"So how did it go?" Izumi said. "Dunno, but the that prince Kouji barely talked, and he was almost silent during dinner."
Izumi thought, well, well. Finally. ^_^
"Hmm. . ." she said. Akiya quickly looked up. "Don't you dare!" she cried.
"He's too quiet for my taste!" She quickly regretted her words. Izumi face went from suppressed laughter to a mask of secrecy.
"I . . .I didn't mean you," Akiya cried. Izumi looked away. "It's okay," Izumi whispered. "Everyone makes that mistake sometimes."
"Hey, I know," Akiya started, perking up. She got a manical glint in her eye. "We'll switch places tomorrow. I wanna see your reaction with the prince. No aguments," she continued as Izumi opened her mouth to speak.
Hehe, Akiya silently cackled. Kouji kinda reminded me of Izumi. They're so alike . . . I'll just put them together and find out. She pictured Izumi's face when she found out. She won't, Akiya thought. I'll make sure of that.
The real Izumi saw the gleam and cried in her head, Oh no.
Akiya: I know there's no Kouzumi yet, but the plot's thickening. No, there is no yuri in here, so Akiya and Izumi are definitly not ending up together. They're just acting like two sisters. If you flame me for no Kouzumi, or no apparent reason, I'll embarrass you. This is my first fic, so no flames, only good comments! Grazie! Arriverderci!~
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By Akira Akimoto
Akira: Hi, this is my first fan fic. Please don't be harsh! I worked hard on this story. Don't send a flame to spoil it! And please, please review! Pweez? ^_6
Disclaimer: I hate disclaimers. I don't own digimon for god's sake. There. It's good for the whole story. Unless there's a rule that I have to do it for every chapter. And . . no, Akiya and Hope do not belong to me. They belong to Akiya Arimoto, since I stole her ideas.
Akiya: Ahem! That's why you had my notebook! Story-stealer! Your stories are short, but they stink like chicken poop!
Akira: *sweatdrops* See what I mean?
Akiya: And you're also stealing part of my name! You're a thief! Come back here with my notebook!
Akira: *running away* Wahhh!
Chapter One: Default Chapter
"There." Izumi placed the last strand of hair in place and stood up. "You look beautiful."
Princess Akiya raised and eyebrow. "Yeah right. You're just saying that, Izumi."
"No, Akiya, I mean it." So Akiya looked up.
Izumi's and Akiya's reflection looked at one another. Akiya always marveled at how close they resembled each other.
They both had blond hair, blue-green eyes, and the same height. But Akiya had a broader face, and Izumi looked prettier.
She scowled. "I don't get the point of meeting suitors when I could use the time to practice with my sword. I mean, they're all just money-greedy pigs. And they just carry a sword around, and they can't even do magic."
Izumi pointed out, "But you can't either. Do magic, I mean."
Akiya turned to her. "Can't you be me? Please?"
She put puppy eyes on. Izumi rolled her eyes. "You know that wouldn't work on me 'cause I know how to do that too."
Akiya pouted. "Who's the suitor now?" she asked warily.
"A Prince Kouji or something from the Minamoto kingdom." Izumi replied.
Akiya groaned. "He sounds BORING." Izumi secretly smiled. Akiya stood up.
Izumi said, "Good luck to you. And please, DON'T make faces at him. He'll wonder if you've eaten something that doesn't agree with your stomach or something."
Akiya pondered her advice. Hmmm, maybe just this once, she thought walking out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*6_6~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Since Akiya was meeting a suitor, Izumi had the whole day off. She was wandering through one of the nearby village, gazing longingly at some groups of girls chattering away.
For some reason, Izumi didn't have any friends. People were driven away and were made very uncomfortable when she didn't talk for long periods of time.
She was hiding from a particular group who rejected her when someone bumped into her. "Watch where you're going," she growled, without turning around, thinking it was a girl.
But as we walked, she heard a boy's voice commenting, "We better stay away from her. Come on." Izumi showed no emotions on her face. Inside, she was crying.
I'll never make friends this way, she thought. But I have Akiya. That's enough. Akiya was like a real sister to her. They shared many secrets that they didn't tell others.
But Akiya also had Hope, her older sister who taught Izumi and Akiya how to handle a sword. But she had disappeared. Hmm, she thought. Without Hope, we couldn't practice because the queen forbade it.
She walked back to the castle. I'll just see how Akiya is doing, she decided.
~*~*~*~*~*6_6~*~*~*~*~*~*~
For once, Akiya wasn't bored. But at first, she was. Prince Kouji was a tall, blue-eyed, blue haired boy who did not talk much.
He was almost silent at the dinner table, unlike the last suitors who had come for her hand. The other suitors talked almost all the time to her. They informed her of their feats, their childhood, and of their kingdom.
They boasted that they could handle a dragon if neccessary. Yeah, right, Akiya had thought. I bet most of them are fake.
But for once, Akiya felt uncomfortable. Then they were left alone. "Hey, umm, do you know how to handle a sword?" Akiya asked, at last breaking the silence, knowing the answer already.
He looked at her. "Yes, I do, " he said finally. "Would you care to have a match against me just this once? I need practice," said Akiya, really uncomfortable at his scrutiny.
Kouji looked surprised, but finally, he replied, "But I didn't know that princesses can fight."
Akiya mumbled, "It's okay." It was barely audible. She stood up.
"Goodbye," she called over her shoulder.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*6_6*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Akiya walked back to her bedroom.
"So how did it go?" Izumi said. "Dunno, but the that prince Kouji barely talked, and he was almost silent during dinner."
Izumi thought, well, well. Finally. ^_^
"Hmm. . ." she said. Akiya quickly looked up. "Don't you dare!" she cried.
"He's too quiet for my taste!" She quickly regretted her words. Izumi face went from suppressed laughter to a mask of secrecy.
"I . . .I didn't mean you," Akiya cried. Izumi looked away. "It's okay," Izumi whispered. "Everyone makes that mistake sometimes."
"Hey, I know," Akiya started, perking up. She got a manical glint in her eye. "We'll switch places tomorrow. I wanna see your reaction with the prince. No aguments," she continued as Izumi opened her mouth to speak.
Hehe, Akiya silently cackled. Kouji kinda reminded me of Izumi. They're so alike . . . I'll just put them together and find out. She pictured Izumi's face when she found out. She won't, Akiya thought. I'll make sure of that.
The real Izumi saw the gleam and cried in her head, Oh no.
Akiya: I know there's no Kouzumi yet, but the plot's thickening. No, there is no yuri in here, so Akiya and Izumi are definitly not ending up together. They're just acting like two sisters. If you flame me for no Kouzumi, or no apparent reason, I'll embarrass you. This is my first fic, so no flames, only good comments! Grazie! Arriverderci!~
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