A/N: A Rewrite of the entire story. Hope you people don't mind.. personally, I find this one's much better, and easier to understand. ^_^

Disclaimer?: I don't own Digimon. I'd like to, but, unfortunately, my expenses and my Mom won't let me.

Summary?: The war between Dragon and Knight has gone on for centuries. Now, a young knight bands with the dragons to help stop the warfare, though involuntarily. With the help of other mythical allies, the Dragons fight to end this mess of a feud. 2nd Chapter is a rewrite! Please review. ^_^

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Dragon's War

Chapter 1: The Knight, The Arrow, And His Friend – It Has Begun

Running. It felt like you were flying; flying over the ground, leaving all troubles behind. But this wasn't freedom, thought Ruki, this was a nightmare. A red-headed, young-looking girl, hair held up in a pony-tail by a strand of linen; she ran for all she was worth, leaping fallen branches, and obscure twigs that kept trying to fell her. And leave her to die.

            Her deep set eyes shown a fierce lilac, and danced in the light, full of secrets and answers of old. She'd lived over five hundred years, and she'd be damned if she let some idiot kill her now. Jupiter made her, and Mars ruled her, and she wasn't about to give in just yet.

            She scanned the trees, arrows flying past her. She needed a strategy, and now. She looked to the trees, begging for some sign, but that was it! The trees, they couldn't follow her there. She jumped up and off the log she was meant to pass, grabbing hold of the sturdy tree branch and swinging herself into play. Fleet of foot and more graceful than any cat, she leaped and swung, showing off the perfect predatory skills she was born with. She figured she'd lost them after several minutes, and ducked into the branches of the large oak she was in. She smiled to herself, "Game.. Set.. Ma-aah!" a single arrow pierced her shoulder, shoving her from her hiding spot in the tree. She fell like a rock, not at all like the cat she seemed.

            A single hunter, not the group that she'd lost, emerged from the shadows of the trees. Merely a boy, thought Ruki, I was shot by a boy. She couldn't move, it hurt too much. The hunter bent over her, looking down on her face. "You shouldn't have spoken. I never would of found you then." He said, stabbing his bow into the earth, propping it up in place.

            Ruki could feel the hatred for him welling up inside her chest. If she could've moved, she would've attacked him. Her heart pounded, and she could barely feel any pain in her left arm and shoulder, couldn't feel it at all, really. She coughed; it was getting harder to breathe. The hunter examined her shoulder silently; he tapped it lightly, or hard, it was difficult to tell. "Does that hurt?"

She shook her head, "No.."

"I don't think I can help you much.. But I can find you a good-"

"If you hadn't shot me in the first place this wouldn't have happened." She glared at him, and for once had a good look at his face. He had bright auburn eyes, and his hair was tawny colored and stuck out at odd angles. He wore chest armor, which was intricately designed with stags and unicorns in silver, sign of a hunter, and a very good one at that. Instead of a helmet, his head was decorated with a pair of yellow goggles. The arm brace on his right arm was of leather, and his knee guards and elbow guards, too, were of silver ore.

At his waist, hung a scabbard, in it, or so Ruki deducted, was a hunting dagger, double-edged and slightly curved. And, judging by the size and shape of the sheath it was in, was made many years ago, but it had a flaw; its steel wouldn't stand against rock, or against another blade wrought back in the Ancient times of Japan; those were the strongest of steel. Ruki's many years of collecting, she being a dragon, had paid off; she knew much about a wide variety of blades and other weaponry. She was able to identify a worthy blade by the scabbard it fit.

She snorted, in spite of herself, and a knowing grin flickered across her face.

He raised an eyebrow towards her, "What?"

"Your blade," she answered, "it's very weak."

He stared in disbelief at her, "What's that supposed to mean!?"

"That you have poor taste in weaponry." She winced; she'd moved her shoulder.

He fumed slightly, hand unconsciously inching towards his bow.

"Go ahead. Finish me. That'll end everything.." she closed her eyes, expecting him to take her up on the offer.

"..Why are you so… so… angry?" she opened her eyes, he was kneeling next to her, his worry visible.

"I'm not angry."

"Alright. Then why-"

"Why are you asking me so many questions when you could be killing me!?" she snapped, glaring.

"I've.. never met a dragon before.. It's a shame to have to kill them."

"Now you have. And I'm going to die either by your pity-ing or by my bleeding to death. I hope I can run out of blood faster than you can sympathize."

"I'm sorry.. But-" Their chat was cut short, the voices of the following horde was coming closer. "..We have to hide you." He said quickly, scanning the brush surrounding them.

"Takato! Takato!! Where the bloody hell are you!?" the voices became louder as they neared.

The hunter lifted the dragon girl from her lying position and laid her behind a tree, covering her tracks and hurriedly shooting arrows in random trees leading away from her. He ran a ways away from where she sat, then emerged from the forest twenty meters from her tree. She could only listen while they spoke.

"Takato! There you are! We were afraid you might've been attacked! Where the bloody hell were you!? You had us all worried sick! I'll be damned if we lose our best bowman to some stupid lizard!" the leader rambled on, but was stopped by the hunter's apology.

"I'm sorry, Sir Yamato! But I chased after it for as long as I could, but it got away! It jumped into the trees and escaped!" he informed them, there were hushed whispers that ran 'round the procession, before the lead spoke up again.

"Well, you did well today, whether you killed it or lost it. I'm proud of you. You give Dragon Slayers, like us, a good name."

And pay, thought Ruki hot-headedly.

"Thank you, sir. I am honored."

"You should be! Now, just tell us where the vile thing went, I'm sure your tired after that jog."

"I am, sir!" for effected, he drew a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "The thing went through there." Ruki wasn't sure where he pointed, but if he directed them toward her, she would kill him, one way or another.

"Takato, you've done quite enough for today. Stay here and guard this path, make sure it doesn't try coming through here."

"Yes, sir!"

The stampeding of feet drowned out the leader's "Chaaarge!" It died after several minutes. The boy, Takato, trotted grimly back through the brush. Ruki glared at him, those remarks about her and her clan had hit her below the belt.

"I'm sorry about insulting you. But I had to, or they would know something was up." He apologized, hanging his head. "If you wish, I'll call the town doctor. I'm sure he-"

"No. I don't want some swindler telling me I'm 'fine,' " she barked, her glare intensifying. "I want Jyou."

"..Pardon?"

"Are you deaf? Jyou."

"I.. I'm afraid I don't know any doctor by that name.."

"That's because he's not a doctor. He's a shaman, a Healer-mage." She explained.

"How.. do I.. call him?"

She closed her eyes, imagining the healer at her side; his staff of oak-wood, his animal skins, the beads, feathers and other luck trinkets. The rustling of his chain of feathers, the crackle of his dried herbs. She could almost hear them as if he were here himself.

Takato jumped, strange rustling noises of moving bushes and branches filled his ears. The even crunching of leaves, indicating a traveling man wearing heavy boots. He grabbed his bow and reached for one of his arrows; his hand met nothing.

A shadowed figure emerged from the trees, Takato could hear him chuckle. "Looking for these?" he moved his half-ed cloak to one side, revealing the some ten arrows stuffed through his belt. The hunter snatched at his dagger, it was gone, too.

Chortling, the mage drew the dagger from inside his cloak; he tossed it with deadly accuracy into a nearby tree. "I suppose you want that back?" he gestured to the knife, stuck squarely in the oak.

With no other weapon at his disposal, the young knight picked up it bow and swung it at the figure's head, with a loud grunt of fearful anguish. "Eyaaah!"

His bow made contact with a hard surface, the hunter opened his eyes; the figure's oak-wood staff stopped the boy's attack inches from his face. He smiled, "Nice try."

"W-what!?" Takato blinked, fear building.

"I said 'nice try.' " The figure repeated, a grin still dancing on his face. The figure leaned closely towards the boy, "You have to be much faster, though. And you have to.. Think fast!" In a flash, the mage's staff was hurled towards the knight's head; the boy shut his eyes tightly, awaiting impact.

"Huh. That'll never do.." said the mage. Takato opened his eyes, focusing on the staff, which was an inch and a half from his face. In another instant, the cane bounced gently off his head, in a sort of disciplinary manner. "Not much of a fighter without your weapons, hum? Ah.. Ruki! How good to see you again! Haven't seen you since the fire of 1650. Y'wing healed?"

"Good as new." Ruki nodded weakly.

"All's well, then. Hum? Ah, look's like you've got a bit of a wound, there. Arrow.. Barbed or general?"

Takato spoke for her, "General. I.. didn't want to hurt anyone.."

"Well, now. That didn't work all too well, 'ey?" he laughed, stepping from the shadow of the trees. His blue hair shining; his square-ish glasses reflecting the sun's rays. His clothes were strange, he wore a simple, sleeveless, navy-colored shirt; trinkets of all kinds decorated his neck, wrists and belt. The belt was thick leather, sporting many sized pouches, all containing some sort of herb for healing. Feathers dangled from his headband, and more multi-hued feathers; violet, scarlet, red, green and bright yellow; were shown hanging from a key chain, for more medicine-related purposes. The skin of some animal, Takato did not want to know what, covered his tender area, as a decorative loincloth. His pants were well padded in terms of warmth; his boots came up to his calves, and were fur-lined, perfect for traveling in cold weather. His cloak was a nice blue; it was shortened, as it only came to the small of his back, but could be pulled easily around its wearer for heat.

The staff seemed simple, made of oak-wood, it was nearly as tall as its carrier, and split into a 'Y' at the tip, sporting a large round gem; it was a colorful green, and practically radiated magic; it had been welded and carved from the very magic that created the universe, and was the vessel of his luck, his very soul, the magik that he practiced.

"Yes, it is a nice staff, hm?" he held it out towards the knight, who blinked in confusion.

"Huh!?"

"Well, you were staring at it for so long.."

"Oh! S-Sorry.."

"Ah, that's alright. Now, back to Ruki." he pulled a handful of fine, yellow powder; and, kneeling next to Ruki, blew into his hand, scattering the dust into the dragon's face. She coughed a few times, sneezed, then, strangely enough, slumped over in sleep.

"You won't feel a thing." Jyou teased, smiling to the sleeping form of his patient.

"What'd you do to her!?" he rushed up to them, blinking in both a mixture of fear and worry.

"Oh, nothing. Just.. this." The mage blew, scattered another small palm-full of extra powder into the boy's face; he stumbled back, coughing and hacking, before finally falling over in slumber. The healer-mage laughed merrily, he loved his job.

Takato awoke an hour later. He found himself propped up next to a tree, his quiver refilled with arrows and his dagger hanging loyally at his side. Was it all just a dream?

"Are you going to lay there all day?" a voice asked him. He hurriedly jumped up, fearing it was Sir Yamato.

"No, sir! I was just resting, sir! Really! Huh? …Aah!! It's you!" he backed away, tripping over a rock and tumbling along the ground.

The dragon girl stood before him, regarding him casually, but she stiffened, and her voice dropped to a colder tone. "Yes, it's me. And.. oh my Gawd! It's you!" she mocked, laughing coldly.

"Y-you're real!" he stammered.

His observation was rewarded with an icy glare, "Of course I'm real. What were you expecting!?"

"I thought you were just a dream.. I mean I thought I was asleep! No, I mean-.. Agh! I don't know what I mean!" he clutched at his head, shaking, trying to get his thoughts strait.

"I think those goggles are cutting off the circulation to your brain." She snorted, turning away from him in disgust. He scrambled up, grabbing her arm, refusing to let her leave him alone.

"No, wait! Don't go! I'm sorry! I'm just.. really confused."

"Well, I can see that." She rolled her eyes.

"Uh.. well, I'm Takato," he stuck out his hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet 'ya."

She stared at his hand, then back at him, "What are you doing?"

"Uh.. Oh.. right. You've probably never shaken hands.. you're.. a dragon."

"It's better than being a stupid little knight, like you." She turned her back to him.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean that, I.. just… uh…" he searched for a worthy explanation for his stupidity.

"You're an idiot?" she offered.

"Yeah! … No.." he shook his head, realizing her comment a bit late.

"Which is it? You're wasting my time."

"Then why are you still here?" he questioned, figuring he might as well eat his other foot, too.

"I-!! …I… That's none of your business!" she growled, not wanting him to get the best of her.

He smiled, "You were worried, weren't you? While I was asleep you were worried!"

"I wasn't!"

"It's okay, you can admit it. I won't-" he was silenced when her fist collided with his jaw; he stumbled and fell onto his back, shaking his head in agony.

"Worry that."

"Attaaaaack!" a booming war call echoed around them, they were charged from all sides, a blonde-haired knight leading the storm. They were surrounded, Takato stood shakily, staring about him, at those who he was once apart of.

The blonde regarded him coldly, "I thought you were better than that, Takato. But no, I was wrong. And you know how I hate to be wrong."

"S-Sir Yamato.. I-I'm sorry.. I didn't-"

"Didn't what? Didn't know the consequences? You know the rules perfectly, the Code of Honor, the vow of allegiance to the Dragon Slayers. You betrayed us. You betrayed me. You were my best bowman. You were on your way to the highest rank of knight. You could have been great. And yet, I find you giving that all up.. and for what? A demon." He scowled at the dragon-girl, who was growling at the knight nearest her.

"She's not a demon." The young hunter looked up, a determined, yet pitiful expression plastered on his tanned face. "She's just like you and me."

"It's nothing like me. It's more like something that I scrape off my boot at the end of the day.. It, and you, Takato, are both lower than a serphant's belly. You have no place at court." He drew his sword, "And for your betrayal, I'm afraid that.. I must kill you. Both." He tested the sharp blade with his thumb, running it along its welded edge. He signaled for the ring of knights to step back, to give him room for his kill. They obeyed, and he moved in.

As the blonde knight raised his sword, two hooded figures jumped from the trees into the ring, each holding a spear-like weapon. One rushed at him, swinging the mounted blade expertly. It sliced the air cleanly, warning not to mess with him, the other figure covered the backside of the two cornered mice.

"What in hell is this? Damn it, kill them!" Yamato barked, pointing his battle blade at the two. The surrounding warriors moved in, wielding great swords and shields. The hooded strangers twirled the staffs deftly, slashing at the circle to ward them off; the knights hesitated. The shadowed warriors seemed undoubtedly sure of their skill and hands, they acted as if their expertise was nothing but a mere show-and-tell.

The two put on a great show, the staffs clashing and clanging together, being twirled like batons and thrown with nimble care to the other, and back again. The first figure's staff was of Japanese origin, it's head was much like a sword, watered and sharp, like the katanas of that land. The second stranger's spear was also of the same origin, but it's head spilt into three blades, much more adept to parrying sword blades, though a deadly weapon in it's own right. Their spear heads clashed for only a moment, making the illusion of the letter 'H', with the three-bladed spear hitting the ground horizontally, and the watered blade stabbing into the earth, making the last right-cross of the English letter. They were picked up, and held at ready, their show over.

The group was amazed at the skill, but were nonetheless forced to obey charter law and kill the enemies. Yamato smiled triumphantly, watching as the four rebels were to be slowly crushed.

The screeching scream of a woman split the air. The knights looked up. It sounded again, then several more. Resounding like bird-calls, instead of a woman's paced echo, when she would have to draw breath in-between, unlike the bird.

The blonde gasped, "Harpies!"

They echoed through the forest, none could tell the exact position of the bird-women. Each and every one of the sophisticated warriors knew the danger of Harpies, the foul-smelling, havoc-wreaking, bird-like women. They were much more treacherous than mermaids, and about as determined as a centaur wanting food.

"We must get out of here.." Yamato breathed, then turned back to the rebels. He grinned in an evil way, receiving an idea. He grabbed the nearest bowman, and robbed him of his ware; he nocked the arrow on the bow he'd taken, aiming for the dragon-girl's head, wanting to put an end to what she'd created first; he let the arrow fly.

"No!" Takato's quick hand shot out, the arrow piercing it, but stopping it from hitting it's rightful target. He drew back his hand in pain, as the knights quickly backed away, the Harpy calls becoming louder.

"To hell with you! And may you suffer in the talons of the cursed!" Yamato glared, jabbing out his blade in warning at his once-was-apprentice, but rounding and leading his men away from the area, before the bird-women came upon them.

Takato fell to his knees, holding his wounded hand and looking longingly after the retreating procession. Crimson liquid poured from the wound in his right hand, creating a shallow puddle beneath him.

His breath become ragged, as it usually does when one is injured severely, or begins to cry. For him, it was the latter. Tears welled up in his auburn eyes as he sadly reflected upon the events, "No… No! No!! Why!?" he sobbed. "I deserve to be devoured by Harpies!" he pounded the ground with his clenched fists, regardless of the shooting pain the arrow caused.

A hand touched his shoulder, the dragon-girl, "What Harpies?"

He looked up, his tear-stained eyes meeting her lilac ones, warmed only slightly. "What? What do you mean 'What Harpies?' You heard them! They're… coming…" he paused, the screeches had stopped. The forest was shrouded in an eerie silence. Another hooded figure leaped from the great oak in front of them, it walked calmly over to the others, regarding them casually, and examining the knight from under its hood. "…There are no Harpies.. are there?" he turned back to Ruki.

She nodded, "Exactly."

Takato was short of breath, he was going to pass out; he was losing a lot of blood through his hand. 'Too late..' Was his last thought, as his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell over with a sound whump.

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He dreamt he was flying over the lush, green, forest land, and most strangely, on the back of a dragon. An oddly colored dragon, too. It was reddish-orange, a light auburn, and orange streaks crossed its scales, like those of a tiger. Its lilac eyes roamed the land, searching for a landmark of some sort, as its great translucent wings beat the wind, keeping them both adrift.

Three other lizard-beasts flew along side his dragon. One was a beautiful bronze color, its scales reflected with the many colors of the rainbow, its light auburn eyes in a dreamy state, it loved the feeling of flight. Another dragon was a solid orange, with deep-set, dark-ginger eyes. Its tail lashed out, it seemed to be in command of the herd. The last traveling companion of the group was a lavender-colored beast, its light mahogany eyes swept the landscape, it, too, wanted nothing more than the sweet sensation of wind whipping your wings in their long voyage; it seemed thoroughly satisfied.

They wove in and out of clouds, trailing the cumulus along with their tails, making funny shaped holes with their wings in the haze. It all seemed so real…

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Takato opened his eyes; he saw the rushing ground below him, and the red and orange-streaked hind-legs of a great scaled beast. He felt light-headed, from blood-loss, and the whirling feeling of the altitude, it made him feel sick. Everything whirled in a mass of green, red, orange and blue and white. He could keep nothing strait, it confused and horrified him, he was scared, no, terrified of what would happen next. But none of it mattered now, he was much too weak to be evaluating anything, the spinning of landscape and height got to him, he fainted again.

Prodding and poking shook him momentarily from sleep, and voices whispered to each other. There was a soothing rubbing feeling on his shoulder and neck, it felt good. His vision was blurred, but it was not time to get up yet, no, at least, that's what the voices told him. He felt one of the voices rub a cool poultice on his hand, the arrow had been removed, before he lapsed back into the peaceful hold of sleep.

Takato opened his eyes, sunlight rushed in through the trees, hurting his eyes only briefly. He tried to move his hand to his face, to shield his eyes from the light, but found he could not. The boy was shaken into a realistic view, had they tied him up? He blinked, clearing his vision and looked about him.

Two girls, a brunette, and one with purple hair, were sleeping soundly beside him, heads pillowed on his shoulders. They were both dressed in ragged clothing, torn and sleeveless, but both were pretty, nonetheless. The violet-headed girl wore glasses, a strange sight to see in peasants, for usually, glasses were extraordinarily expensive. She squeezed his arm, sighing, as the brunette tugged at the front of his shirt in her sleep, coddling his arm. He then saw what scared him most. Each girl had a scaly tail wound about their waists, like a dragon's; the brunette's tail had a pointed spear-head like end, while the bespeckled girl had a scythe-like end.

He hated to wake both of them, but he was terrified, and not thinking strait. He screamed, shaking both from slumber and tore away, scrambling to find his feet and run. He tore at the ground in his escape, expecting them to give chase. He'd not gone three meters when another girl, with orange hair, which curled naturally outwards at the tips, walked toward him, holding a plate.

"Breakfast?" she questioned, a dragon tail waving laughingly behind her. Hers was less decorative, a simple dragon tail, small, dull spikes poking up all through its length. She smiled at him

The boy shot past her, knocking the plate from her hands; she watched him run before shrugging and retrieving the plate from the ground.

He tripped, falling, but he ripped at the nearby trees and brush, regaining his lost balance and heading clumsily onward. He stopped when he accidentally tackled the person in front of him. Strangely, it was the girl he'd met earlier, Ruki.

"You! Thank Gawd it's you! There's these weird girls, they all have tails and-" he stopped his rambling, as he focused on the scaled, red and orange-striped, feather-tipped, dragon tail.

"What are you gabbing on about!?" she snapped, shoving him away from her. The other females emerged from the bushes, all wondering what had caused the boy to take off in such a hurry.

"Where're you headin' so quick, stranger?" the ginger-haired girl asked, smiling pleasantly.

"Yeah! Why don't you stay for dinner?" the brunette grinned happily, exposing her dragon-like fangs, which only helped in distressing the young knight more.

He whimpered pathetically, "Please don't eat me…"

The girls shared an inquisitive glance, raising eyebrows in confusion.

"Eat you?" the purple-haired girl asked.

"Why on earth would we go and do that?" the brunette piped.

"What kind of an moron are you!?" the red-head protested.

"Now, Ruki, let's be nice to our guest." The orange-headed teen stated, raising a finger in warning to the young dragon-girl.

"Hey, girls, what's-… up…" a pink-haired beauty entered their circle of question. "Oh.. my… and.. who is this?" she regained composure and stepped lightly toward the boy. "Hi there! I'm Mimi, who're you?" she radiated gentleness, and even her dragon's tail seemed to agree. It was pink, dull spikes lining its back, the tip ending in feather-like fluff, colored auburn.

He was surrounded by dragons. They moved in, prodding his ribs and biceps inquisitively, asking multiple questions, ranging from 'Are you a knight?' to 'Are you single?' Ruki watched disapprovingly as her clan piled their curiosity onto the poor goggled moron.

She decided to step in when it looked as if the knight would collapse again, "Alright! Back off'a him! He's not a toy, for Buddha's sake! Off! Now, before you go and smother him with your enigmatic puzzlements, I suggest you back off and introduce yourselves before I have to take off a few limbs!" she made her point, the curious girls backed away and straitened out into a line.

"I'm Miyako! Bingo!" the purple-headed, bespeckled girl smiled hyperly.

"I'm Hikari, pleased to meet you." The brunette beamed sweetly.

"I'm Sora. Welcome to our village." The orange-haired girl bowed respectfully.

"You already know me! Mimi's my name, Alpha's my game." She giggled playfully, though Takato didn't understand the refrence to her rank.

"Oh, sure. Just go and flaunt it.." Miyako frowned teasingly, giving the pink-haired girl a reproachfull, though playfull, glare.

"Might as well exercise the power." Mimi chuckled to herself, in high good-nature.

"And, of course, I'm Ruki. Ignore them, they tend to flirt." She gestured to the other four beside her.

"I wasn't flirting!" the lavender-haired lass burst out.

"Yes, you were, Miyako. You always do." Ruki shook her head, recalling the other visitors to their village.

"I don't!" she protested again.

"Yes, you do! Remember the centaur?" Hikari piped up, teasingly.

"Don't bring Wallace into this!"

Mimi, Hikari and Sora all burst into giggles, as Miyako mock-seethed; Ruki only frowned, shaking her head in disgust.

"Why can't I have a normal family? Like you, I'm sure you have a nice family. Don't'cha, goggle-head?" Ruki turned to Takato, a wondering expression on her face.

"Uh.. I.. don't remember them. I was sent to the Dragon Slayers to become a knight when I was little.. I don't recall ever seeing them again.." there was a sad tone in the hunter's voice, he stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact with the dragon-girl.

"..Well. I guess neither of us has had much of a childhood.." it was only a whisper, but Takato caught it nonetheless.

He pushed it further, disregarding the little voice that told him he'd eaten his foot enough today, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." She replied coldly. "It's none of your concern."

"But if it's bothering you-"

"Take your chivalry elsewhere. It's none but a burden." She gave him a muderous glare, "You waste my time." With that, she stalked off, climbing a tree and dissapearing into the brush.

He watched her go, "Why is she like that?" he questioned himself, as one of the natives popped up beside him.

"Oh, don't mind Ruki. She just doesn't like other people. I'm sure she'll learn to like you soon enough though!" the pink-haired girl wrapped her arm about him in a friendly manner. He just stood there, confused and silent.

The other girls giggled and whispered to each other, watching the young knight. "He is cute!" Miyako observed, smiling flirtatiously.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you agree this one's a bit easier to understand and better written. Well, if you hated it, or liked it, please review! I'd appreciate it! Thanks. ^_^