A/N: here IT IS, FOLKS!!! :DDDDD The second chappie of EH! (eriol hood)
I hoped you enjoyed the last chappie, folks, and DON"T FORGET to REVIEW!!!!!!
Without further ado,
Eriol Hood
~*~
He read the paper again.
~*~
WANTED
MASKED HOOD
$50,000 REWARD
dead or alive-bring him to the king,
and he will reward you.
~*~
The young man grinned, and crumpled the piece of paper in his left hand. He let the offending reward note drop to the ground, and smirked. Young girls eyed him as he sauntered down the street, his blue hair falling handsomely into his deep blue eyes. His dark leather vest, blue shirt and pants accented his slender, yet athletic build.
He winked at one young maid, who turned crimson and glanced the other way. The young man grinned again, and took out another note from his pocket. His blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he read it. This one was an invitation.
~*~
Dear Sir,
The king would be pleased for you to attend his masked ball, on the 27th of July.
Come at 7 sharp.
~*~
He chuckled softly, folded it, and placed it back in his pocket. It would be an interesting night indeed...
In no time he had reached a run-down shack, its dilapidated wooden walls blending in with the general decorum of the street. The stark sign on top of its door proclaimed it as an inn. He entered it, the dim interior momentarily blinding him. He blinked quickly.
"Hiragizawa!" He turned to the voice, clasped hands, and patted the other man's back.
"Yamazaki! How are you? Is your wife well?" Yamazaki was a tall, slender man. He had unruly hair the never stayed out of his dark blue eyes. The man wore nondescript clothing, the same style as Hiragizawa, except his ensemble was a deeper blue.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Trust you to remember my wife." Hiragizawa grinned. Chiharu was easy to look at. Yamazaki shook his head in mock grief, and threw his hands in the air. The two of them had developed a deep friendship, and loved to joke around with each other. "But come, come." Yamazaki continued, "I'll introduce you to the others."
Hiragizawa's mouth twitched, and he followed his friend to the corner of the inn, where a group of men were sitting. They looked up when he reached them.
"This is Yoshiyuki Terada," Yamazaki pointed to a tall man with short brown hair, dark red clothing, and serious eyes, "this is Geboruki Matoru," he indicated a man with dark blond hair and blue eyes, "and this is Enuku Suriko." The last man nodded his head, his silvery-purple hair falling past his shoulder.
"And you are?" he asked musically.
"Hiragizawa Eriol." Suriko nodded curtly, and held out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Eriol." He said, grinning slightly. Eriol grinned in reply, shook his hand, and looked around his new-found comrades. His heart began to race in excitement as he thought of what he was going to do.
He took the invitation from his hands and unfolded it.
"You must have all heard about the Masked Ball at the palace..."
~*~
Princess Daidouji Tomoyo, the belle of the Daidouji Empire, only daughter of King Daidouji, favourite of the Daidouji castle, looked into the mirror.
And pouted.
Her dark purple hair was pulled up in an elegant bun at the nape of her neck, and her pale skin shone in the moonlight. Silky tendrils of loose hair curled down her cheeks, and her beautiful dress fit perfectly, accentuating her curves here and there.
She didn't want to go to the ball.
Tomoyo frowned slightly, and looked toward her window. It had been nailed shut since her attempt to escape.
~*~
FLASHBACK:
Tomoyo tied the bedspreads together, and made sure the whole line was secure. She threw open the window, and grinned when the airy wind hit her face. Tomoyo looked up at the cloudy sky, and frowned when the moon was covered by an ominous-looking thundercloud.
Well, if they had only listened to her, and not had a ball, then this wouldn't happen, now would it? Her spoiled thoughts broiled inside her head. Why did her father have to make her choose a suitor, anyways? She was happy single. Well now she was going to run away, she thought huffily, climbing on top of her window ledge.
The girl carefully grabbed hold of the cotton bed sheets, and began clambering down the castle walls. She jumped the six feet when her rope ended, and landed on the ground in an unceremonious heap. Her dress became covered in mud.
Tomoyo stormed to the castle gates, and slipped past the snoozing guard. She unlocked the iron-wrought gate, softly cursing her father for not oiling its hinges better, as it emitted a loud, egregious groan.
The soft droplets of rain began to fall on her. She closed the gates behind her, and ran into the city streets. She shivered slightly in excitement, glancing at the closed restaurants and stalls. The risk of danger sent adrenaline coursing through her, and Tomoyo enjoyed it. Usually she was escorted through the streets in a carriage. Her eager eyes took in the wealth of culture around her, and Tomoyo continued walking.
Tomoyo soon realized she was lost, and cursed herself for not planning her escape better. She walked for hours past the crooked alleys and trash- littered streets of the city. It wasn't fun anymore. She wanted to leave. The rain, responding to her mood, started to pour harder.
Soon, she was soaking wet and shivering.
She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders. Tomoyo turned around, eyes flashing dangerously, and her hand reaching for the short two-bladed dagger at her waist. She brandished the steel in front of her.
"Who are you? Show yourself!"
A man with dark blue hair and blue eyes stepped into the moonlight, his hands up, although his mouth was in a grin. Tomoyo surveyed him briefly, trying to ignore how handsome he was.
"Don't worry." He told her in a strangely familiar voice. "That's just a coat around your shoulders." He told her with a hidden amusement apparent in his voice. Tomoyo grunted huffily, although she hugged the coat closer to her shivering body. "Are you lost, princess?" The man asked, by way of conversation, ignoring the dagger now pointed at his chest.
"NO." Tomoyo shook her head stubbornly. She wasn't going to ask this commoner for help. Not even if castle was on fire. She had an instinct, however, that this man would not pose any threat to her. Tomoyo stashed her blade back in her belt, turned, and walked the other way. She heard his slightly exasperated, amused sigh behind her.
"Princess." She stopped walking, to show she was listening. "Take a left, then when you reach an inn with two gnarled trees, take another left. Walk down that street, and it should take you to the castle."
Tomoyo answered by turning right.
It was not until the morning that the guards found her shivering, and wandering down Sameya street, clutching a dark blue coat around her cold shoulders.
Little did she know, however, that a man had been guarding her, protecting her from the various pickpockets and thieves that would've otherwise attacked her.
Eriol let out a tired sigh when the guards finally found her. It had been a tiring night. He walked home, rubbing his knuckles. That thief had a hard head.
END OF FLASHBACK
~*~
Tomoyo shook herself out of her trance when she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in."
A sweet girl with shoulder-length hair peeked through the door. She was already all dressed up for the ball, and held an ornately decorated mask in her hand. Her green eyes trailed over to her stormy friend.
"Coming Tomoyo?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah Sakura. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Tomoyo told her emotionlessly. Her cousin walked towards her.
"Don't worry, Tomoyo! It'll be fun." Tomoyo rolled her eyes at Sakura's statement. "Anyways, if Ruroni tries anything, he'll have to answer to me!" Tomoyo chuckled, and looked up at Sakura's beautiful green dress. Two light green straps held it to her shoulders, and a pastel green scarf and cape completed the outfit. Tomoyo couldn't help it.
"KaWAII!" she exclaimed, turning her cousin around.
"You like it?" Sakura asked happily, then a dreamy look passed over her eyes. Tomoyo stared at Sakura shrewdly.
"Who do you like?" She asked in a tone which demanded an answer.
"No...nobody..." Sakura said nervously, eyeing her cousin with apprehension. A blush appeared on her cheeks, staining them a rosy red. "You...don't know him..." she told her embarrassedly. In her eyes she pictured him, his dark chocolate eyes and messy brown hair which her hands itched to comb. Sakura must have looked dreamy, because Tomoyo laughed again.
"Kawaii, Sakura! Just tell me when you two get together!" Sakura sweatdropped.
"HOOeeeee!" she exclaimed exasperatedly. Tomoyo laughed at her naïve little cousin again, and grabbed her mask. Her momentary poutiness forgotten, she dragged Sakura out of the room.
"COME On!" Tomoyo said happily. "You don't want to be late for your date!"
Sakura sweatdropped again.
~*~
Eriol loitered quietly into the masked ball, adjusting his own dark mask to make sure it covered the better half of his face. He didn't want anybody recognizing him. The young man gazed around the ball room, taking in the various couples that danced happily to the slow, melodious song that filled his ears.
He soon recognized Suriko and Yamazaki-they had all worn a dark black cloak, a golden scarf, and wide black belt to recognize eachother. Eriol had worn a blue suit, Yamazaki a navy one, and Suriko a silver suit. Eriol waved them over. They came quickly, nodding to the various ladies that called flirtatiously to them.
Eriol grinned in anticipation.
"Everything ready?" he asked, a boyish tint coming into his expressive blue eyes.
"Yup." Yamazaki answered, while Suriko gave him the thumbs up. Eriol almost laughed at the comical sight. Yamazaki's mask was upside down, although it covered his face, and Suriko's silvery hair was sticking up at odd angles due to his mask.
"Robin Hood strikes again." He said naughtily.
His plan had begun.
~*~
AN: that's the end of this chappie!!!!
PLZ REVIEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U know you wannNNA!!! *dodges a shoe*
-DKC!!!!
I hoped you enjoyed the last chappie, folks, and DON"T FORGET to REVIEW!!!!!!
Without further ado,
Eriol Hood
~*~
He read the paper again.
~*~
WANTED
MASKED HOOD
$50,000 REWARD
dead or alive-bring him to the king,
and he will reward you.
~*~
The young man grinned, and crumpled the piece of paper in his left hand. He let the offending reward note drop to the ground, and smirked. Young girls eyed him as he sauntered down the street, his blue hair falling handsomely into his deep blue eyes. His dark leather vest, blue shirt and pants accented his slender, yet athletic build.
He winked at one young maid, who turned crimson and glanced the other way. The young man grinned again, and took out another note from his pocket. His blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he read it. This one was an invitation.
~*~
Dear Sir,
The king would be pleased for you to attend his masked ball, on the 27th of July.
Come at 7 sharp.
~*~
He chuckled softly, folded it, and placed it back in his pocket. It would be an interesting night indeed...
In no time he had reached a run-down shack, its dilapidated wooden walls blending in with the general decorum of the street. The stark sign on top of its door proclaimed it as an inn. He entered it, the dim interior momentarily blinding him. He blinked quickly.
"Hiragizawa!" He turned to the voice, clasped hands, and patted the other man's back.
"Yamazaki! How are you? Is your wife well?" Yamazaki was a tall, slender man. He had unruly hair the never stayed out of his dark blue eyes. The man wore nondescript clothing, the same style as Hiragizawa, except his ensemble was a deeper blue.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Trust you to remember my wife." Hiragizawa grinned. Chiharu was easy to look at. Yamazaki shook his head in mock grief, and threw his hands in the air. The two of them had developed a deep friendship, and loved to joke around with each other. "But come, come." Yamazaki continued, "I'll introduce you to the others."
Hiragizawa's mouth twitched, and he followed his friend to the corner of the inn, where a group of men were sitting. They looked up when he reached them.
"This is Yoshiyuki Terada," Yamazaki pointed to a tall man with short brown hair, dark red clothing, and serious eyes, "this is Geboruki Matoru," he indicated a man with dark blond hair and blue eyes, "and this is Enuku Suriko." The last man nodded his head, his silvery-purple hair falling past his shoulder.
"And you are?" he asked musically.
"Hiragizawa Eriol." Suriko nodded curtly, and held out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Eriol." He said, grinning slightly. Eriol grinned in reply, shook his hand, and looked around his new-found comrades. His heart began to race in excitement as he thought of what he was going to do.
He took the invitation from his hands and unfolded it.
"You must have all heard about the Masked Ball at the palace..."
~*~
Princess Daidouji Tomoyo, the belle of the Daidouji Empire, only daughter of King Daidouji, favourite of the Daidouji castle, looked into the mirror.
And pouted.
Her dark purple hair was pulled up in an elegant bun at the nape of her neck, and her pale skin shone in the moonlight. Silky tendrils of loose hair curled down her cheeks, and her beautiful dress fit perfectly, accentuating her curves here and there.
She didn't want to go to the ball.
Tomoyo frowned slightly, and looked toward her window. It had been nailed shut since her attempt to escape.
~*~
FLASHBACK:
Tomoyo tied the bedspreads together, and made sure the whole line was secure. She threw open the window, and grinned when the airy wind hit her face. Tomoyo looked up at the cloudy sky, and frowned when the moon was covered by an ominous-looking thundercloud.
Well, if they had only listened to her, and not had a ball, then this wouldn't happen, now would it? Her spoiled thoughts broiled inside her head. Why did her father have to make her choose a suitor, anyways? She was happy single. Well now she was going to run away, she thought huffily, climbing on top of her window ledge.
The girl carefully grabbed hold of the cotton bed sheets, and began clambering down the castle walls. She jumped the six feet when her rope ended, and landed on the ground in an unceremonious heap. Her dress became covered in mud.
Tomoyo stormed to the castle gates, and slipped past the snoozing guard. She unlocked the iron-wrought gate, softly cursing her father for not oiling its hinges better, as it emitted a loud, egregious groan.
The soft droplets of rain began to fall on her. She closed the gates behind her, and ran into the city streets. She shivered slightly in excitement, glancing at the closed restaurants and stalls. The risk of danger sent adrenaline coursing through her, and Tomoyo enjoyed it. Usually she was escorted through the streets in a carriage. Her eager eyes took in the wealth of culture around her, and Tomoyo continued walking.
Tomoyo soon realized she was lost, and cursed herself for not planning her escape better. She walked for hours past the crooked alleys and trash- littered streets of the city. It wasn't fun anymore. She wanted to leave. The rain, responding to her mood, started to pour harder.
Soon, she was soaking wet and shivering.
She suddenly felt a weight on her shoulders. Tomoyo turned around, eyes flashing dangerously, and her hand reaching for the short two-bladed dagger at her waist. She brandished the steel in front of her.
"Who are you? Show yourself!"
A man with dark blue hair and blue eyes stepped into the moonlight, his hands up, although his mouth was in a grin. Tomoyo surveyed him briefly, trying to ignore how handsome he was.
"Don't worry." He told her in a strangely familiar voice. "That's just a coat around your shoulders." He told her with a hidden amusement apparent in his voice. Tomoyo grunted huffily, although she hugged the coat closer to her shivering body. "Are you lost, princess?" The man asked, by way of conversation, ignoring the dagger now pointed at his chest.
"NO." Tomoyo shook her head stubbornly. She wasn't going to ask this commoner for help. Not even if castle was on fire. She had an instinct, however, that this man would not pose any threat to her. Tomoyo stashed her blade back in her belt, turned, and walked the other way. She heard his slightly exasperated, amused sigh behind her.
"Princess." She stopped walking, to show she was listening. "Take a left, then when you reach an inn with two gnarled trees, take another left. Walk down that street, and it should take you to the castle."
Tomoyo answered by turning right.
It was not until the morning that the guards found her shivering, and wandering down Sameya street, clutching a dark blue coat around her cold shoulders.
Little did she know, however, that a man had been guarding her, protecting her from the various pickpockets and thieves that would've otherwise attacked her.
Eriol let out a tired sigh when the guards finally found her. It had been a tiring night. He walked home, rubbing his knuckles. That thief had a hard head.
END OF FLASHBACK
~*~
Tomoyo shook herself out of her trance when she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in."
A sweet girl with shoulder-length hair peeked through the door. She was already all dressed up for the ball, and held an ornately decorated mask in her hand. Her green eyes trailed over to her stormy friend.
"Coming Tomoyo?" She asked hesitantly.
"Yeah Sakura. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Tomoyo told her emotionlessly. Her cousin walked towards her.
"Don't worry, Tomoyo! It'll be fun." Tomoyo rolled her eyes at Sakura's statement. "Anyways, if Ruroni tries anything, he'll have to answer to me!" Tomoyo chuckled, and looked up at Sakura's beautiful green dress. Two light green straps held it to her shoulders, and a pastel green scarf and cape completed the outfit. Tomoyo couldn't help it.
"KaWAII!" she exclaimed, turning her cousin around.
"You like it?" Sakura asked happily, then a dreamy look passed over her eyes. Tomoyo stared at Sakura shrewdly.
"Who do you like?" She asked in a tone which demanded an answer.
"No...nobody..." Sakura said nervously, eyeing her cousin with apprehension. A blush appeared on her cheeks, staining them a rosy red. "You...don't know him..." she told her embarrassedly. In her eyes she pictured him, his dark chocolate eyes and messy brown hair which her hands itched to comb. Sakura must have looked dreamy, because Tomoyo laughed again.
"Kawaii, Sakura! Just tell me when you two get together!" Sakura sweatdropped.
"HOOeeeee!" she exclaimed exasperatedly. Tomoyo laughed at her naïve little cousin again, and grabbed her mask. Her momentary poutiness forgotten, she dragged Sakura out of the room.
"COME On!" Tomoyo said happily. "You don't want to be late for your date!"
Sakura sweatdropped again.
~*~
Eriol loitered quietly into the masked ball, adjusting his own dark mask to make sure it covered the better half of his face. He didn't want anybody recognizing him. The young man gazed around the ball room, taking in the various couples that danced happily to the slow, melodious song that filled his ears.
He soon recognized Suriko and Yamazaki-they had all worn a dark black cloak, a golden scarf, and wide black belt to recognize eachother. Eriol had worn a blue suit, Yamazaki a navy one, and Suriko a silver suit. Eriol waved them over. They came quickly, nodding to the various ladies that called flirtatiously to them.
Eriol grinned in anticipation.
"Everything ready?" he asked, a boyish tint coming into his expressive blue eyes.
"Yup." Yamazaki answered, while Suriko gave him the thumbs up. Eriol almost laughed at the comical sight. Yamazaki's mask was upside down, although it covered his face, and Suriko's silvery hair was sticking up at odd angles due to his mask.
"Robin Hood strikes again." He said naughtily.
His plan had begun.
~*~
AN: that's the end of this chappie!!!!
PLZ REVIEWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U know you wannNNA!!! *dodges a shoe*
-DKC!!!!