Author's Note:
Thank you to everyone who reviewed my story! Fanfiction.net hasn't put up
the Ragnarok Online title yet so I've used my very own World BBS forum to
post up my story. I hope you won't find the 2nd chapter to be less in
quality than the last one. I try my best to put my heart and soul into this
entire story!
So! Let the games begin! And let's ALL drool over the hot Priest who will more than definitely become a main character in this story. (OR WILL HE?!) ^_^' IGNORE ME! READ!
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In the small snow covered town of Lutie, rested a small tavern hidden beneath the frosted trees. All was quiet now, a silent night indeed. Inside the tavern, all was well, yet... something didn't seem right still. In one of the smaller rooms, pass the wooden oak doors, laid a small figure in the center of a dreary bed. The moonlight emitting from the small metal frame of the window hit the petite girl's face, her pale skin shinning along with the moon this night. A small breath of warm air emitted from her pinkish lips, in what seemed to be a sigh; a few small strands of blonde hair floating up into the air due to the sudden rush of wind.
"....What should I do...? What can I do...?"
Her deep blue eyes stared up into the cracked wooden ceiling, which she was positive all the coldness was dripping in from. Goosebumps began to crawl across her skin as she quickly suppressed a small shiver, curling beneath the thin sheet. 'You'd think for 5000 zeny they'd at least give me a friggin blanket...' She was never one to complain though about such trivial things out loud. It was partially her fault for not remembering to bring some proper sleeping cloths. A thin nightdress was all that was dawned upon her frail body. Without all her heavy wool cotton cloths on, her true form showed. Her body told anyone that she was 14 or 15. Suppressing another shiver she hugged her surprisingly fluffy pillow close to her body. It was soon after she heard a small creaking outside her door. Her sapphire eyes quickly shoot open as they hit the door, staring harshly at it. She could feel her pulse suddenly rise, and the cold no longer even mattered to her. Another creak emitted this time closer. Slowly she sat up from her bed with a ruffling motion, than slipping from it she stood on the wooden floor.
"Who... Who's there?"
There was no answer though. She could feel sweat begin to bead down her clammy forehead as she slowly began to move towards the door. Suddenly she stopped though as all her hair stood on end. The door had slowly opened by itself and by its hinges slowly opened up. What sent her into blue fear was the fact that no one was at the door. She stood there for a few moments, astounded as to what had just happened; her small mouth opening but no sound was being emitted. As fast as she had been scared, the door quickly slammed and sent her shrieking in fear. A few moments after, she heard many footsteps rushing down the halls as suddenly her door was flung open again.
"My Lady!? What's wr-"
The first person who appeared at the door was the man of her dreams. Small brown locks of hair flowed over face, as shock shimmered in his deep green eyes. Her deep blue eyes latched onto his before crimson filled her cheeks.
"You... You.... PERVERT!!!"
Quickly one by one Kamii threw many random objects at him in instinctual embarrassment. Most of those including glass and wooden objects.
"Ow! Ow! My La- Ow! Owwww! MY LADY!! OW! Would you PLEASE- OW!! PLEASE STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME!"
Finally, shock set in and she relieased that the man of her dreams was now covered with multiple bumps and bruises. She blushed furiously again as she looks to her side, afraid of looking into his eyes now.
"Go... Gomen Nasai kind sir. It's... a force of habit... You understand."
Quickly she grabbed her sheet and held it close over her minorly exposed body.
He slowly rubbed his bumps and bruises, sighing.
"It's not a problem my Lady, I heard your screams, and believed that an awful bandit had snuck into your room..."
She slowly looked up at him again, red dancing across her face. She thought happily to herself for a second. 'Does he... care about me?' She than shook her head and let shock from his words set in again.
"Bandit? What is this bandit you speak of?"
A rough man from behind him came forth and handed him a piece of scroll. He than slowly unraveled the sheets and let it hang down in front of him. Kamii's eyes widened greatly as she saw the picture of none other than the sly Gochi on the wanted poster, Alive or Dead.
"This Bandit's alias goes by Gochi or 'Mr. Smiley' for short. He is charged on 58 counts of thievery, 33 counts of peeping tom, 16 counts of molestation without permission and 1count for the grand theft of Midgard's prized possession, the Sword of Balmung. As one of the Special Agents of Prontera, Kalkerin aKa Kail, I've been sent to capture Gochi with any means necessary... Though as a Priest, I've made it my mission not to see any death occurs during this operation. "
Kamii's jaw slowly fell, as she was totally and utterly speechless for a few moments.
"But... that was the man I was... talking to.... earlier... Didn't you see him a few hours ago in the bar!?"
Kail started down at the young girl, without a hint of a clue in what she was talking about.
"I'm afraid I don't know to which event you are referring to my lady. If Gochi had appeared at the bar, I would of surely of seen his evil eyes once more."
He let out of a soft sigh of resignation as he turned away and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter though, he's somewhere around here, and that's all that matters. Return to sleep my lady and contact me if you have any information of the Devilish Bandit. Good night, Madam."
Slowly he slipped out of the door and silently the door closed right behind his regal priestly figure.
Kamii couldn't help but stare at the door for a few seconds, pondering to herself. 'Gochi's a wanted criminal? Well... I'm not surprised.' She made an agitated face and growled to herself.
"It figures that such a perverted jerk like HIM would go around doing bad stuff like that. It's an utter disgrace to the Prontera Chiveraly!"
"Awww... I'm heart broken my dear, little flower!"
Quickly and sharply she turned around, recognizing the voice almost immediately, she was suddenly face to face with the Assassin himself, Gochi. Before she could utter a single word, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. The last thing she could even possibly recall was seeing were the sharp purple eyes and the pointy elven ears of the suddenly extremely tall stranger as she seemed to plumit into nothingness.
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I know I know! It's a cliff hanger, but I've had this done for weeks and kept forgetting to post it.
Post your opinions people ^^
So! Let the games begin! And let's ALL drool over the hot Priest who will more than definitely become a main character in this story. (OR WILL HE?!) ^_^' IGNORE ME! READ!
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In the small snow covered town of Lutie, rested a small tavern hidden beneath the frosted trees. All was quiet now, a silent night indeed. Inside the tavern, all was well, yet... something didn't seem right still. In one of the smaller rooms, pass the wooden oak doors, laid a small figure in the center of a dreary bed. The moonlight emitting from the small metal frame of the window hit the petite girl's face, her pale skin shinning along with the moon this night. A small breath of warm air emitted from her pinkish lips, in what seemed to be a sigh; a few small strands of blonde hair floating up into the air due to the sudden rush of wind.
"....What should I do...? What can I do...?"
Her deep blue eyes stared up into the cracked wooden ceiling, which she was positive all the coldness was dripping in from. Goosebumps began to crawl across her skin as she quickly suppressed a small shiver, curling beneath the thin sheet. 'You'd think for 5000 zeny they'd at least give me a friggin blanket...' She was never one to complain though about such trivial things out loud. It was partially her fault for not remembering to bring some proper sleeping cloths. A thin nightdress was all that was dawned upon her frail body. Without all her heavy wool cotton cloths on, her true form showed. Her body told anyone that she was 14 or 15. Suppressing another shiver she hugged her surprisingly fluffy pillow close to her body. It was soon after she heard a small creaking outside her door. Her sapphire eyes quickly shoot open as they hit the door, staring harshly at it. She could feel her pulse suddenly rise, and the cold no longer even mattered to her. Another creak emitted this time closer. Slowly she sat up from her bed with a ruffling motion, than slipping from it she stood on the wooden floor.
"Who... Who's there?"
There was no answer though. She could feel sweat begin to bead down her clammy forehead as she slowly began to move towards the door. Suddenly she stopped though as all her hair stood on end. The door had slowly opened by itself and by its hinges slowly opened up. What sent her into blue fear was the fact that no one was at the door. She stood there for a few moments, astounded as to what had just happened; her small mouth opening but no sound was being emitted. As fast as she had been scared, the door quickly slammed and sent her shrieking in fear. A few moments after, she heard many footsteps rushing down the halls as suddenly her door was flung open again.
"My Lady!? What's wr-"
The first person who appeared at the door was the man of her dreams. Small brown locks of hair flowed over face, as shock shimmered in his deep green eyes. Her deep blue eyes latched onto his before crimson filled her cheeks.
"You... You.... PERVERT!!!"
Quickly one by one Kamii threw many random objects at him in instinctual embarrassment. Most of those including glass and wooden objects.
"Ow! Ow! My La- Ow! Owwww! MY LADY!! OW! Would you PLEASE- OW!! PLEASE STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME!"
Finally, shock set in and she relieased that the man of her dreams was now covered with multiple bumps and bruises. She blushed furiously again as she looks to her side, afraid of looking into his eyes now.
"Go... Gomen Nasai kind sir. It's... a force of habit... You understand."
Quickly she grabbed her sheet and held it close over her minorly exposed body.
He slowly rubbed his bumps and bruises, sighing.
"It's not a problem my Lady, I heard your screams, and believed that an awful bandit had snuck into your room..."
She slowly looked up at him again, red dancing across her face. She thought happily to herself for a second. 'Does he... care about me?' She than shook her head and let shock from his words set in again.
"Bandit? What is this bandit you speak of?"
A rough man from behind him came forth and handed him a piece of scroll. He than slowly unraveled the sheets and let it hang down in front of him. Kamii's eyes widened greatly as she saw the picture of none other than the sly Gochi on the wanted poster, Alive or Dead.
"This Bandit's alias goes by Gochi or 'Mr. Smiley' for short. He is charged on 58 counts of thievery, 33 counts of peeping tom, 16 counts of molestation without permission and 1count for the grand theft of Midgard's prized possession, the Sword of Balmung. As one of the Special Agents of Prontera, Kalkerin aKa Kail, I've been sent to capture Gochi with any means necessary... Though as a Priest, I've made it my mission not to see any death occurs during this operation. "
Kamii's jaw slowly fell, as she was totally and utterly speechless for a few moments.
"But... that was the man I was... talking to.... earlier... Didn't you see him a few hours ago in the bar!?"
Kail started down at the young girl, without a hint of a clue in what she was talking about.
"I'm afraid I don't know to which event you are referring to my lady. If Gochi had appeared at the bar, I would of surely of seen his evil eyes once more."
He let out of a soft sigh of resignation as he turned away and shook his head.
"It doesn't matter though, he's somewhere around here, and that's all that matters. Return to sleep my lady and contact me if you have any information of the Devilish Bandit. Good night, Madam."
Slowly he slipped out of the door and silently the door closed right behind his regal priestly figure.
Kamii couldn't help but stare at the door for a few seconds, pondering to herself. 'Gochi's a wanted criminal? Well... I'm not surprised.' She made an agitated face and growled to herself.
"It figures that such a perverted jerk like HIM would go around doing bad stuff like that. It's an utter disgrace to the Prontera Chiveraly!"
"Awww... I'm heart broken my dear, little flower!"
Quickly and sharply she turned around, recognizing the voice almost immediately, she was suddenly face to face with the Assassin himself, Gochi. Before she could utter a single word, she felt a sharp pain in her neck. The last thing she could even possibly recall was seeing were the sharp purple eyes and the pointy elven ears of the suddenly extremely tall stranger as she seemed to plumit into nothingness.
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I know I know! It's a cliff hanger, but I've had this done for weeks and kept forgetting to post it.
Post your opinions people ^^
