I changed my plot a little thanx to that review I got and I made it a little more interesting I think. Thank you all. Please review as I will NOT update.
Chapter 3
Magenta
Hope Unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I walk through the nameless ones.
I know that hope's unknown.
Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end.
This pain, never.
This day never seems to end.
This rage I can not let go.
'Blank!! Where are you? Vivi? Amarant?! Oh for hells sake, I have lost them all.' Freya looked about, her head towering above the green sea of grass. She always seemed to be the one that was left behind. Sir Fratley had left her too, but thinking of him made her head start to ache and she shook herself by cursing the male species. 'They have no control, typical men.'
She walked on, her strides taking her further away from anywhere she knew well. How was she to find any of them in this place? It was dreadful. Just as she was about to go into a run to speed her search up she found herself bumping into something quite solid.
'OUCH!! That hurt....' She knew that voice, she looked around and found one of the foolish men who she had lost in the first place. Blank stared up at her, a glare in his dangerous eyes. Trying to lighten the air she made herself sound surprised and cheerful.
'Oh Blank.... what are you doing down there?'
'Well, would bumping into you and being thrown about a metre away from where I was standing do?' He said this in a irritated tone and she bit her lip, she laughed shyly, blushing in embarrassment.
'Opps, sorry it was reflex action, here let me help you.' She offered him a hand and he took it, feeling abashed that he had made her redden. He smiled at her as an apology and she returned it, showing that it was accepted.
'Heh, thanks.' She nodded and sighed as she began to look around again, there was still no sign of anyone.. anywhere. Blank looked around too, but just as his predecessor he found nothing.
'There's no point trying to find the gate, we cant even find the others. This is just so ironic, this always happens and Zidane is always the one that causes it.' Freya said dismally.
'Aw, come on. He isn't that bad.' Blank stopped and looked at her, she wasn't really taking much notice and he could tell in her voice when she answered.
'Hm, maybe you are right.' Her voice still took the tone of disinterest but had the energy to give a definite command. 'Come on lets find them, otherwise we will never locate Miya.'
Blank didn't start at first he was just staring at Freya. She seemed so weak and unemotional, but when it came to friends, the group mainly, she would go to every length to assure their safety. Blank admired her for that, she was so well contained and if there was such a thing, so professional about everything.
'Vivi...... VIVI!' Freya began to shout again and it pulled Blank out of his thoughts and he too shouted as he roamed the tall grass, making sure that he didn't wander too far from Freya again.
'Amarant, where are you? You red headed mop!!!'
'Blank!' Freya yelled at him in surprise, He let out a laugh as he saw the look of terror on her face. No-one would call Amarant that, not if he wanted to live anyway.
'WHAT!? That would get him out of anywhere, okay so he would pulverise me, but at least we would know where he was.' Freya gave him an exhasperated smile, and Blank knew that she was laughing though wouldn't dare show him.
'True.........VIVI!!!!' They wandered further and came to a cluster of trees which marred their view of the surrounding area. Blank went first as he was the closest, shortly followed by Freya.
'Viv.......Who the hell are you?' He began to call again as he was almost out of the clearing when he saw a figure leaning against the tree beside him. Freya bumped into Blank from behind and stared at the sight before her, her mouth dropped as the figure moved into the light.
'Oh my, I don't believe it.' The pair gasped, which was shortly followed by a quiet laugh by the stranger.
'Indeed.'
*************
'Charlotte.... Did you miss me, my love?'
She turned and gasped. A tall red haired man stood by the door. He was clothed in a white shirt and black trousers of some sort. His jacket look rather odd, almost as if it was too small for him.
'Amarant, I didn't expect you. I didn't realise you would ever remember me.' She looked up at him as he neared her. His eyes were green and shone like stars, that was if you could see thought his matted hair that he had tied back in a scruffy ponytail.
'How could I forget you? Mother genuinely believed that I was your suitor, I had to make my way in some how. I was amazed that little rat of a boy that I knew lead me to you.'
'You mean Zidane?' Charlotte said calmly looking over at the door in which Zidane has passed through out of secrecy. She could get him back soon, and begin talking with him again. Yet she could still not figure out who he reminded her of but she pushed it to the back of her mind, she had had more pressing matters to deal with.
'How do you know him? Yes I mean Zidane, and a good job too. I am not certain these clothes fit me, in fact I feel pretty stupid.' She laughed as she saw him looking at his attire with disgust.
'Mother could never recognise you in that get up, I feel sorry for you Ran, they never did accept you.' She smiled sadly as his eyes began to loose some of their shine, maybe she had better not have mentioned it. It had always been a sore spot for him. 'You know that father loved you, mother, well she is just being herself. I know you distanced yourself from us but did you think what it would do to me? Did you think at all Ran....did you at all?'
'It seems I haven't, look I wanted to live this life, I wasn't staying down here in this dreadful place.' I know that you hate it here too, I can see it in your eyes.....' Charlotte looked at him in distaste and she sneered feeling anger rush into her voice.
'Am I that easy to read, I am a fool to you? The child that you once cared for, has grown into an adult, yet she remains as a child? Is that what you think of me?' Amarant was taken aback by this comment and found himself in defence knowing how prone to her anger she was.
'Never do I think that, I know your suffering. I should have taken you with me when I had the chance, and now you are bound to duty, I am sorry.' He had hoped that his apology would work, yet Charlotte was very stubborn, just like her brother. They were both the same, typical Miyan children.
'Well its too late for that now isn't it. I, as you have so kindly explained am bound to the tortures of obligation, born into bondage, it is no life for one that has a desire to release its free soul.' She turned away and traced her finger along the side of the hearth, feeling the indents of the cravings apon it.
'Charlotte...' Amarant spoke quietly.
'If you address me, then do it by my real name!' She retorted angrily, pushing her nails into the soft wood.
'You swore never to be called that' Amarant looked worried, he had never seen her like this, she was angry but she was tired and upset.
'No, I do not care, I have abandoned it for too long, I wish to have it back. It is part of my heritage'
'Delaina....Do you really have to do this? You know you shouldn't let people hear that name.' He trod carefully, he knew that she was fragile, however much she made out that she wasn't. His tone was calm and considerate, though he was sure that it sounded too full of authority.
'I know full well damn it and I'm fed up of hiding it. Surely you own me the respect to be called by my real alias. For gods sake, Ran, stop acting like you care all of a sudden, I know how you really feel.' Charlotte glared at him, her hair so beautifully placed becoming messed with her anger.
'Is this all I came to receive? Your anger and rejection? I should never have bothered.' He sighed and began to lose a little of his control, she was making this very hard for him.
'If that is how you feel, then I agree why did you disturb yourself to come. What did you expect...... Open arms and acceptance? You have never been accepted here so why must everything change now, you cannot change others feeling at one glance it doesn't work like that.' This was it, she had really gone too far and she knew it. She gave a small gasp when she had finished the sentence and saw the look on his face.
He had raised his fist to her and was about to go and strike her when she heard a voice, Cobanya had come through the door and was looking shocked.
'Lady Charlotte!!' She spoke in terror. This had given her enough time to steady herself and begin again at Amarant. Her anger was at its peak and she wasn't really sure whether she would be able to control it.
'How dare you go to strike me!' Zidane was through the door and standing next to Charlotte as he knew her, looking at Amarant in an odd manner.
'Amarant, what the hell are you doing here and where the hell did you get that clothing?'
'I could ask you the same question rat and my attire is non of your business.' Amarant replied sounding irritated and restless. Zidane almost laughed at the sight in front of him, but he refrained from doing so. He rolled his eyes at the distinctness of the answer.
'Well...OBVIOUSLY.... I found the gate and met Charlotte. You don't have no excuse, especially if you were going to hit her. You have no respect for anything do you?!'
'Why you little.....' Zidane jumped back as the red hair man jumped and grabbed for him, but he missed by a long shot.
'Ahem' Delaina coughed, stopping the start of their blood spilling game. Amarant pulled himself up and began to explain to Zidane who was glaring at him from the chair arm by the fire.
'I...I was never going to hit her, besides what grounds do you have to accuse me? You have no proof of such things, but never would I harm her, not intentionally..'
'Yeah right you have always been a bit.....' Zidane scoffed. Delaina had had enough, it was stupid seeing this display of testosterone, especially if it was about nothing important.
'Will you two shut UP! This is no time for a slanging match. Ran I hope that you never raise a fist in anger again, if ever in my presence. Your anger problem still hasn't changed I see, nothing changes.' Amarant looked at her and looked down at the floor, he hadn't meant it, she knew that. She then turned to her other guest and smiled a dissatisfied grin and spoke. 'Zidane leave him alone, there are certain things in which you should not delve too far into and this is an occasion and subject.'
'Lord Amarant.... How are you fairing?' Breaking the silence in which everyone was spending glaring at each other, Cobanya spoke.
'Cobanya? Is that you? My you have grown. I am as fine as I can be in this situation.' This speech startled Amarant and he looked at the smiling servant with a kind grin. Though it soon went to the grumpy and emotionless expression he always wore. Zidane flung himself into the middle of the circle to try and stop the proceedings.
'HOLD UP!!! Someone give me some rope and give me an idea what the HELL this is about!?' Everyone looked at him for a second and it was Cobanya who started to give the explanation.
'Lord Am...' Amarant interrupted her with his cursing harsh tone.
'Stop with the Lord crap, I am not Lord anymore.' She nodded at this and stepped back into the shadows. Delaina saw this and gave her friend a sorrowful smile knowing that Amarant had hurt her feelings.
'WHAT!? HELLO THROW ME A LIFE BELT HERE!!!' Zidane shouted still. Delaina hushed his loud words and got him to quieten. She laid a hand on his crossed arms in front of his chest and kissed him gently on the cheek. She knew he would give her his attention now.
'Stop shouting Zidane. Amarant used to be a Lord here, and considering that I am a Lady, guess what he is?'
'An idiot.' Zidane retorted still feeling angry that he didn't know anything. Delaina gave him a sarcastic look and shook her head.
'I mean seriously, Lords and Ladies are of the same rank, especially if they are called so by servants.' Zidane looked blank, no understanding was apon his face. This was harder than she thought it would be.
'I still don't get your meaning.' Amarant sighed and rolled his eyes, almost laughing at how stupid Zidane sounded.
'You must have a brain the size of a pea.... I am her brother.'
Chapter 3
Magenta
Hope Unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal.
I walk through the nameless ones.
I know that hope's unknown.
Sometimes the water feels so real.
As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I'm drowning.
This day never seems to end.
This pain, never.
This day never seems to end.
This rage I can not let go.
'Blank!! Where are you? Vivi? Amarant?! Oh for hells sake, I have lost them all.' Freya looked about, her head towering above the green sea of grass. She always seemed to be the one that was left behind. Sir Fratley had left her too, but thinking of him made her head start to ache and she shook herself by cursing the male species. 'They have no control, typical men.'
She walked on, her strides taking her further away from anywhere she knew well. How was she to find any of them in this place? It was dreadful. Just as she was about to go into a run to speed her search up she found herself bumping into something quite solid.
'OUCH!! That hurt....' She knew that voice, she looked around and found one of the foolish men who she had lost in the first place. Blank stared up at her, a glare in his dangerous eyes. Trying to lighten the air she made herself sound surprised and cheerful.
'Oh Blank.... what are you doing down there?'
'Well, would bumping into you and being thrown about a metre away from where I was standing do?' He said this in a irritated tone and she bit her lip, she laughed shyly, blushing in embarrassment.
'Opps, sorry it was reflex action, here let me help you.' She offered him a hand and he took it, feeling abashed that he had made her redden. He smiled at her as an apology and she returned it, showing that it was accepted.
'Heh, thanks.' She nodded and sighed as she began to look around again, there was still no sign of anyone.. anywhere. Blank looked around too, but just as his predecessor he found nothing.
'There's no point trying to find the gate, we cant even find the others. This is just so ironic, this always happens and Zidane is always the one that causes it.' Freya said dismally.
'Aw, come on. He isn't that bad.' Blank stopped and looked at her, she wasn't really taking much notice and he could tell in her voice when she answered.
'Hm, maybe you are right.' Her voice still took the tone of disinterest but had the energy to give a definite command. 'Come on lets find them, otherwise we will never locate Miya.'
Blank didn't start at first he was just staring at Freya. She seemed so weak and unemotional, but when it came to friends, the group mainly, she would go to every length to assure their safety. Blank admired her for that, she was so well contained and if there was such a thing, so professional about everything.
'Vivi...... VIVI!' Freya began to shout again and it pulled Blank out of his thoughts and he too shouted as he roamed the tall grass, making sure that he didn't wander too far from Freya again.
'Amarant, where are you? You red headed mop!!!'
'Blank!' Freya yelled at him in surprise, He let out a laugh as he saw the look of terror on her face. No-one would call Amarant that, not if he wanted to live anyway.
'WHAT!? That would get him out of anywhere, okay so he would pulverise me, but at least we would know where he was.' Freya gave him an exhasperated smile, and Blank knew that she was laughing though wouldn't dare show him.
'True.........VIVI!!!!' They wandered further and came to a cluster of trees which marred their view of the surrounding area. Blank went first as he was the closest, shortly followed by Freya.
'Viv.......Who the hell are you?' He began to call again as he was almost out of the clearing when he saw a figure leaning against the tree beside him. Freya bumped into Blank from behind and stared at the sight before her, her mouth dropped as the figure moved into the light.
'Oh my, I don't believe it.' The pair gasped, which was shortly followed by a quiet laugh by the stranger.
'Indeed.'
*************
'Charlotte.... Did you miss me, my love?'
She turned and gasped. A tall red haired man stood by the door. He was clothed in a white shirt and black trousers of some sort. His jacket look rather odd, almost as if it was too small for him.
'Amarant, I didn't expect you. I didn't realise you would ever remember me.' She looked up at him as he neared her. His eyes were green and shone like stars, that was if you could see thought his matted hair that he had tied back in a scruffy ponytail.
'How could I forget you? Mother genuinely believed that I was your suitor, I had to make my way in some how. I was amazed that little rat of a boy that I knew lead me to you.'
'You mean Zidane?' Charlotte said calmly looking over at the door in which Zidane has passed through out of secrecy. She could get him back soon, and begin talking with him again. Yet she could still not figure out who he reminded her of but she pushed it to the back of her mind, she had had more pressing matters to deal with.
'How do you know him? Yes I mean Zidane, and a good job too. I am not certain these clothes fit me, in fact I feel pretty stupid.' She laughed as she saw him looking at his attire with disgust.
'Mother could never recognise you in that get up, I feel sorry for you Ran, they never did accept you.' She smiled sadly as his eyes began to loose some of their shine, maybe she had better not have mentioned it. It had always been a sore spot for him. 'You know that father loved you, mother, well she is just being herself. I know you distanced yourself from us but did you think what it would do to me? Did you think at all Ran....did you at all?'
'It seems I haven't, look I wanted to live this life, I wasn't staying down here in this dreadful place.' I know that you hate it here too, I can see it in your eyes.....' Charlotte looked at him in distaste and she sneered feeling anger rush into her voice.
'Am I that easy to read, I am a fool to you? The child that you once cared for, has grown into an adult, yet she remains as a child? Is that what you think of me?' Amarant was taken aback by this comment and found himself in defence knowing how prone to her anger she was.
'Never do I think that, I know your suffering. I should have taken you with me when I had the chance, and now you are bound to duty, I am sorry.' He had hoped that his apology would work, yet Charlotte was very stubborn, just like her brother. They were both the same, typical Miyan children.
'Well its too late for that now isn't it. I, as you have so kindly explained am bound to the tortures of obligation, born into bondage, it is no life for one that has a desire to release its free soul.' She turned away and traced her finger along the side of the hearth, feeling the indents of the cravings apon it.
'Charlotte...' Amarant spoke quietly.
'If you address me, then do it by my real name!' She retorted angrily, pushing her nails into the soft wood.
'You swore never to be called that' Amarant looked worried, he had never seen her like this, she was angry but she was tired and upset.
'No, I do not care, I have abandoned it for too long, I wish to have it back. It is part of my heritage'
'Delaina....Do you really have to do this? You know you shouldn't let people hear that name.' He trod carefully, he knew that she was fragile, however much she made out that she wasn't. His tone was calm and considerate, though he was sure that it sounded too full of authority.
'I know full well damn it and I'm fed up of hiding it. Surely you own me the respect to be called by my real alias. For gods sake, Ran, stop acting like you care all of a sudden, I know how you really feel.' Charlotte glared at him, her hair so beautifully placed becoming messed with her anger.
'Is this all I came to receive? Your anger and rejection? I should never have bothered.' He sighed and began to lose a little of his control, she was making this very hard for him.
'If that is how you feel, then I agree why did you disturb yourself to come. What did you expect...... Open arms and acceptance? You have never been accepted here so why must everything change now, you cannot change others feeling at one glance it doesn't work like that.' This was it, she had really gone too far and she knew it. She gave a small gasp when she had finished the sentence and saw the look on his face.
He had raised his fist to her and was about to go and strike her when she heard a voice, Cobanya had come through the door and was looking shocked.
'Lady Charlotte!!' She spoke in terror. This had given her enough time to steady herself and begin again at Amarant. Her anger was at its peak and she wasn't really sure whether she would be able to control it.
'How dare you go to strike me!' Zidane was through the door and standing next to Charlotte as he knew her, looking at Amarant in an odd manner.
'Amarant, what the hell are you doing here and where the hell did you get that clothing?'
'I could ask you the same question rat and my attire is non of your business.' Amarant replied sounding irritated and restless. Zidane almost laughed at the sight in front of him, but he refrained from doing so. He rolled his eyes at the distinctness of the answer.
'Well...OBVIOUSLY.... I found the gate and met Charlotte. You don't have no excuse, especially if you were going to hit her. You have no respect for anything do you?!'
'Why you little.....' Zidane jumped back as the red hair man jumped and grabbed for him, but he missed by a long shot.
'Ahem' Delaina coughed, stopping the start of their blood spilling game. Amarant pulled himself up and began to explain to Zidane who was glaring at him from the chair arm by the fire.
'I...I was never going to hit her, besides what grounds do you have to accuse me? You have no proof of such things, but never would I harm her, not intentionally..'
'Yeah right you have always been a bit.....' Zidane scoffed. Delaina had had enough, it was stupid seeing this display of testosterone, especially if it was about nothing important.
'Will you two shut UP! This is no time for a slanging match. Ran I hope that you never raise a fist in anger again, if ever in my presence. Your anger problem still hasn't changed I see, nothing changes.' Amarant looked at her and looked down at the floor, he hadn't meant it, she knew that. She then turned to her other guest and smiled a dissatisfied grin and spoke. 'Zidane leave him alone, there are certain things in which you should not delve too far into and this is an occasion and subject.'
'Lord Amarant.... How are you fairing?' Breaking the silence in which everyone was spending glaring at each other, Cobanya spoke.
'Cobanya? Is that you? My you have grown. I am as fine as I can be in this situation.' This speech startled Amarant and he looked at the smiling servant with a kind grin. Though it soon went to the grumpy and emotionless expression he always wore. Zidane flung himself into the middle of the circle to try and stop the proceedings.
'HOLD UP!!! Someone give me some rope and give me an idea what the HELL this is about!?' Everyone looked at him for a second and it was Cobanya who started to give the explanation.
'Lord Am...' Amarant interrupted her with his cursing harsh tone.
'Stop with the Lord crap, I am not Lord anymore.' She nodded at this and stepped back into the shadows. Delaina saw this and gave her friend a sorrowful smile knowing that Amarant had hurt her feelings.
'WHAT!? HELLO THROW ME A LIFE BELT HERE!!!' Zidane shouted still. Delaina hushed his loud words and got him to quieten. She laid a hand on his crossed arms in front of his chest and kissed him gently on the cheek. She knew he would give her his attention now.
'Stop shouting Zidane. Amarant used to be a Lord here, and considering that I am a Lady, guess what he is?'
'An idiot.' Zidane retorted still feeling angry that he didn't know anything. Delaina gave him a sarcastic look and shook her head.
'I mean seriously, Lords and Ladies are of the same rank, especially if they are called so by servants.' Zidane looked blank, no understanding was apon his face. This was harder than she thought it would be.
'I still don't get your meaning.' Amarant sighed and rolled his eyes, almost laughing at how stupid Zidane sounded.
'You must have a brain the size of a pea.... I am her brother.'