Hello everybody! Thanks for the initial support! Always, tips and tricks
would be very helpful. I'm not into LOTR and those kind of things, so I'll
need all the help I can get.
If nobody objects, I will retain -chan, -dono, -san, -sama, and -hime in the story, but it will be set in your usual dungeons and dragons, knights in shining armor kind of place. I don't know anything about Japanese courts and castles! ^^ I'll try to improve on my descriptions, so you'll understand what I'm trying to drive at.
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"In situations like this.....I kiss my one true love, the one true love awakens, spell is broken, we live happily ever after...right, Sou- chan?"
"Misao-hime, it's the princess who is under the spell in those cases, not the prince," the chief retainer sweatdropped and gave the princess a silly grin.
The princess pouted, and replaced her head over her hands.
Princess and chief retainer continued their vigil over a sleeping beauty-ahem-prince, although it must be said that the snow prince was indeed quite admirable to look at. Elegant physique, well-toned muscles, handsome face. A person must be blind not to be moved by his highness' favorable impression on anyone.
His highness had wonderful taste as well. His royal bedchamber was not ostentatious, like what could be found in most palaces. Rather, it had a simple refinement. The pure silk drapings had beautiful but non- extravagant embroidery. The sturdy bedposts were carved only at the top and bottom. The eiderdown pillows were covered not in frilly lace, but elegant and well-crafted embroidery. The blanket and the coverlet were decked with the embroidery as well, but only at the borders and at the center.
The same could be said with the rest of the bedroom. It was not filled with flaunty French furniture, but practical and classic English and German ones. In fact, the chief retainer sat beside a simple but well-made side table, as he pored over some books.
Seated at the far end of his highness' royal bed, Misao looked at her prince, in a deep slumber, still under the palace magician's temporary Overwrite spell. The chief retainer explained that the twelve-hour sleeping period was a preliminary stage, as the overwriting magic worked its way through the person's system.
"Couldn't we take those spectacles now, and throw them into the sea?!" she asked Soujirou again, who was inspecting them, short of wearing them altogether. "Do be careful!" she cautioned, as he pored over the palace magician's spell book.
"According to the book, it's not that easy," he replied, felt cap slightly askew, feather in the cap droopy. "It's worse in our case, since his highness wore them everyday, and only took them off when going to bed. It means that the magic has probably taken too large a hold already on his head!"
"All the more reason to throw it to the ends of the earth!" Royal ankle-length attire notwithstanding, Misao grabbed the glasses from him and readied a home-run worthy pitch.
"Not so fast, your highness!!" Soujirou was beside her in a millisecond, and grabbed at her pitching arm. "The spell can't be undone unless the Eyes of Malice are destroyed!"
"Will both of you, PLEASE SHUT UP!"
Both princess and chief retainer disappeared outside the royal bedroom door.
"Guards, get those two back in here!" a furious tenor called out from the royal bedchamber.
They had no choice but to return and face his wrath.
The snow prince was sitting up in bed, both hands to his head, his face distorted in a wrenching grimace. "Ow, ow, ow! I will get that Kaoru when she comes back! Ow! My head!"
The two politely bowed before him and awaited his pleasure.
"Soujirou, you will remind me to get a higher-ranking mage for this month. This is what I get for getting a rookie magician and trying to economize! Try to get an appointment with the sorcerer who lives behind the dale. OW!" He held the top of his head firmly. "Although, to her credit, the raccoon did not burn the palace to the ground. If she comes back alive after thirty days, give her back her job. And restore those servants I fired, if you don't mind. The furniture has gotten rather dusty.."
Also to the magician's credit, the Overwrite spell seems to have worked! Misao jumped up and down and twirled Soujirou around. She even gave him a kiss on the forehead.
The chief retainer, however, was not as enthusiastic. "Misao-hime," he whispered quickly, "this is only for two hours at most!"
"I don't care! We have Eni-chan back!" she ran and gave a very surprised prince a warm hug.
"This is nice, of course....Ouch..," a puzzled Enishi held his head, "but why all this fuss?"
"Ahem, your majesty," Soujirou, slightly ruffled, stood beside the couple on the bed. "According to the palace magician, you are under a spell applied by some sorcerer working for Lord Shishio. He probably has plans to ruin all your alliances, so he can get our territories for himself."
"Sorcery? And why should that arrogant excuse for a lord step so low? Why should I believe you?" he raised an eyebrow. "This headache is terrible!"
The conversation was going nowhere, and thirty minutes had already elapsed out of their two hours-----if they did have two hours. You never knew with Kaoru's spells.
"Haven't you noticed anything unusual about yourself over the past few days, Eni-chan?" the princess asked with a loving hand to his unruly hair.
He shook his head earnestly. Misao and Soujirou looked at each other in dismay.
"Anything weird about your glasses?" Misao prodded, as she hid them behind her.
"Look, Misao, I am a very practical person, and I don't care a tiny bit about these charmers and such," he retorted, but in a calm, slightly amused voice. "You know that we hired the rookie magician, only as a precaution. Besides, she's good entertainment over dinner..."
"Just promise me one thing, Eni-chan, please?" the princess begged.
"Alright...anything....OW!.....Confound this pounding headache!"
"Please don't wear those spectacles again, pretty please?" she looked intently at his blue-gray eyes and pleaded. Even the chief retainer's eyes pleaded desperately with his highness.
For what seemed like an eternity, the prince just held the side of his head and cringed, while the two continued to wait for his answer.
Then, unexpectedly, his eyes pierced through Misao, and his lips curled into an awful frown.
"No."
The chief retainer gulped. The princess took her hands off his waist.
"Finally, that infernal headache is gone. Take a note, you annoying retainer. I take back everything I said. Kaoru can stay out of the palace for good...."
Their time was up.
He gripped her arm, wrenched it toward him, and retrieved the spectacles from behind her back. He cocked them over his eyes with two fingers, and displayed the full force of the Eyes of Malice. The princess backed away inch by inch from this terrifying fiend.
"Since I got these glasses I've felt a power I never thought I had. It runs in me now, consumes me, fills me with thoughts I never knew before." He drew out his hand, held Misao's chin, and glared at her in scorn. "Sorry, my dear, but I like it." He threw her back onto the bed like a discarded coat.
With two finger snaps he called in the royal dressers. Soon he was surrounded by men and women, nervously but carefully fixing his breeches, polishing his shoes, and placing on his grand velvet cape. With three more snaps, they all bowed out of the bedroom as quickly as they came, scared for their lives and their jobs. The prince had no apologetic eye for the poor weeping princess, wetting the royal coverlet during the whole procedure.
"Fix yourself properly, weasel," he ordered Misao with a toss of the head. "I expect you beside me on the throne in five minutes." He snapped in Soujirou's direction, and marched out the door.
Misao buried her face in the fine silk coverlet.
" 'May you someday fully remember, the kindness of your heart,' " the princess recited sorrowfully, alone with her worries on his bed.
The presence of the glasses over his eyes prevented any more chances for the magician's overwrite spell to fully take over his thoughts. Thus, that day's proceedings were filled with unnecessary rages and useless scowls. Poor Soujirou had his work cut out for him, as he translated furious words into more diplomatic terms. His plastered smile worked to his advantage on that tiring ordeal.
Several times, however, Misao noted how Enishi held his head and frowned at a headache. At one time he even removed the spectacles for a few minutes, complaining how the light hurt his eyes as they came through the lens. Some decisions therefore showed all of his former good (if rather cool) nature.
All was not lost. He was still the same snowy haired prince she had learned to love, deep inside. They only had to eliminate this new power controlling him. Unfortunately, that was not in their hands, but in the hands of a magician they trusted with misgiving, and in a wizard they hoped she would find.
And speaking of the magician...
The young woman looked more like a page than a fair maiden, in her loose trousers and boots. She was somewhere in the middle of the plain outside the castle, fumbling through her knapsack. "Now let's see...traveller's spell book, magic wand, lunch, clothes, practice sword, staff...where ARE those maps?!" She turned the knapsack upside and poured out all the contents, and still no maps were to be found. "Spell book...spell for finding a place quickly...teleportation spell.....flying spell.....this book is useless!" And she stuffed it back into her sack. "HOW am I supposed to find a fiery-haired wizard this way?!"
She slung her knapsack behind her back and secured her practice sword by her waist. In her right hand, she waved a little wand over her head. "A place to stay, tonight and the next day...." she chanted, and disappeared in a spray of yellow light.
She materialized a few seconds later, in the palace stable. She dropped right at the top of a tall haystack, surrounded by stablemen raking up straw at the bottom of it.
"Hey, I said a place to STAY," she waved a fist in the air, "not a place full of HAY!!"
Kaoru tried to stand up and call for help, but the loose haystack gave way to her weight, and down she tumbled until she bumped her head on the ground near a horse's hoof. And the poor startled horse gave her head a rear kick, to the far end of the stable!
Even the highest warlock could not stay conscious after getting kicked by a horse.
When she came to, she found herself in a little shack. Sparse, but homey. A little iron stove at one corner of the room, a small table with two wooden stools. She was on the only bed, and the bed was rather rickety. The whole shack, however, was clean and swept, and smelled of chicken broth. Not very fancy, but a better place to stay, she thought. Not only that, but someone had taken the trouble of tending to her head and changing her clothes.
"Are you alright, milady?" someone nearby asked. She barely made out a poor man's clothes, and a bowl of soup in a tray that the man held.
"I could be better, but thank you for asking," she answered in a daze. She sat up in bed. "Where are my things?"
"Over at that corner, milady," and the man pointed to the precise corner. "Soup, milady?"
She got a better look at the man. He wore simple workman's clothes, particularly the kind for those who worked for the palace. A red-violet cotton shirt was tucked inside dusty white breeches, finished off with well- used but sturdy leather boots. His face was half-hidden by his unruly bangs. Most of his long hair, though, was tied behind his back with some spare ribbon. Maybe he was one of the stablemen, she would ask him eventually. Right now, she enjoyed the chicken broth and admired his cute happy smile.
This man was very kind and sweet, she mentally noted. She had to pay him back for his troubles, as soon as she------
She suddenly got a good look at the man's face, and his hair.
Red as a flaming torch.
"A wizard of the fiery hair...." She muttered. "This is unreal...."
"Anything the matter, milady?" the man's head tilted cluelessly, as he took up the finished bowl of soup.
"You have to come with me....noble wizard....come back with me to the palace....."
"Wizard?! Get some more rest, milady. I am not a wizard!" he protested with a little forcefulness.
"You must be....a fiery-haired wizard of a kind and devoted heart....." she continued to stare at the man in awe.
The man was taken aback. "My name is Kenshin, milady. And I am most definitely NOT a wizard."
Yes, he was, oh, yes, he was! The strongest of all that remained. Her book of lists back home said so.
All legally working magicians of any rank was given a directory for all the others. Being a magic book, it updated itself regularly, and ranked the magicians according to different qualities. Strength, endurance, spellcasting ability and quality, and many others. How the book made the ranking, no magician really knew, but everyone agreed that it was very accurate.
This nice little man before him, if his name truly was what he gave, topped all the lists.
She was in the presence of the most powerful wizard in the kingdom, he was one of those with fiery hair, and he had a kind and devoted heart.
He was more than perfect. And she found him only three hours after being banished. Something was not right with this picture.
This was NOT happening.
She fell back on her pillow into a long dream state.
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Milady, of course, is also "my lady". I'll be using it until I can convince Ken-san to use -dono instead. ^^
Ferai-Thanks for liking it, and being first reviewer!
Dallisse-Thanks much! A lot of people here already E/M supporters? Maybe, but more because of Midori than me. ^^
JML-Thanks for the tips. They will be capitalized, as you wish, your majesty. I wasn't sure yet, so I didn't. Oh, and thanks for making me think about the setting more. I think I'll keep it in the Western castles and knights and kings setting than Japanese, because I know squat about daimyos and shogunates and samurai. Could you please be so kind as to supply me with the ranking of the mages, sorcerers, and such? ^^
Bee-Thanks much!
Vesca-Nope, it wasn't Fendi, it was Armani! ^^ Don't you think he'd be an Armani kind of guy? Oleg Cassini maybe? ^^
Cat-They will be captalized, as your majesty wishes. And thanks for the tips about the cooking!
Tracey-Thanks for the vote of confidence!
Sabbie-Laughs? I hope so! I miss writing comedy! I'm not sure though if I can write as well as I did with White and Black, but I'll do my best with this one, too.
Anyone else here watch Digimon 02? I'm serious. Could someone tell me how Ken got and lost those goggles he had on as the Emperor? ^^ Thanks! Personal opinion, but Digimon as a TV series, while a Pokemon clone, HAS a running story and good characters.
Man, I've written for Misao for so long, I'll have trouble thinking like Kaoru again! And I've written drama and half-angst for so long for White and Black, I'm not sure if I'll do this right. ^^ Suggestions always welcome, especially if you'd like a very nice fic! This is new ground for me of a different sort, even if comedy is more of my element. Thanks always for the support!
If nobody objects, I will retain -chan, -dono, -san, -sama, and -hime in the story, but it will be set in your usual dungeons and dragons, knights in shining armor kind of place. I don't know anything about Japanese courts and castles! ^^ I'll try to improve on my descriptions, so you'll understand what I'm trying to drive at.
..........
"In situations like this.....I kiss my one true love, the one true love awakens, spell is broken, we live happily ever after...right, Sou- chan?"
"Misao-hime, it's the princess who is under the spell in those cases, not the prince," the chief retainer sweatdropped and gave the princess a silly grin.
The princess pouted, and replaced her head over her hands.
Princess and chief retainer continued their vigil over a sleeping beauty-ahem-prince, although it must be said that the snow prince was indeed quite admirable to look at. Elegant physique, well-toned muscles, handsome face. A person must be blind not to be moved by his highness' favorable impression on anyone.
His highness had wonderful taste as well. His royal bedchamber was not ostentatious, like what could be found in most palaces. Rather, it had a simple refinement. The pure silk drapings had beautiful but non- extravagant embroidery. The sturdy bedposts were carved only at the top and bottom. The eiderdown pillows were covered not in frilly lace, but elegant and well-crafted embroidery. The blanket and the coverlet were decked with the embroidery as well, but only at the borders and at the center.
The same could be said with the rest of the bedroom. It was not filled with flaunty French furniture, but practical and classic English and German ones. In fact, the chief retainer sat beside a simple but well-made side table, as he pored over some books.
Seated at the far end of his highness' royal bed, Misao looked at her prince, in a deep slumber, still under the palace magician's temporary Overwrite spell. The chief retainer explained that the twelve-hour sleeping period was a preliminary stage, as the overwriting magic worked its way through the person's system.
"Couldn't we take those spectacles now, and throw them into the sea?!" she asked Soujirou again, who was inspecting them, short of wearing them altogether. "Do be careful!" she cautioned, as he pored over the palace magician's spell book.
"According to the book, it's not that easy," he replied, felt cap slightly askew, feather in the cap droopy. "It's worse in our case, since his highness wore them everyday, and only took them off when going to bed. It means that the magic has probably taken too large a hold already on his head!"
"All the more reason to throw it to the ends of the earth!" Royal ankle-length attire notwithstanding, Misao grabbed the glasses from him and readied a home-run worthy pitch.
"Not so fast, your highness!!" Soujirou was beside her in a millisecond, and grabbed at her pitching arm. "The spell can't be undone unless the Eyes of Malice are destroyed!"
"Will both of you, PLEASE SHUT UP!"
Both princess and chief retainer disappeared outside the royal bedroom door.
"Guards, get those two back in here!" a furious tenor called out from the royal bedchamber.
They had no choice but to return and face his wrath.
The snow prince was sitting up in bed, both hands to his head, his face distorted in a wrenching grimace. "Ow, ow, ow! I will get that Kaoru when she comes back! Ow! My head!"
The two politely bowed before him and awaited his pleasure.
"Soujirou, you will remind me to get a higher-ranking mage for this month. This is what I get for getting a rookie magician and trying to economize! Try to get an appointment with the sorcerer who lives behind the dale. OW!" He held the top of his head firmly. "Although, to her credit, the raccoon did not burn the palace to the ground. If she comes back alive after thirty days, give her back her job. And restore those servants I fired, if you don't mind. The furniture has gotten rather dusty.."
Also to the magician's credit, the Overwrite spell seems to have worked! Misao jumped up and down and twirled Soujirou around. She even gave him a kiss on the forehead.
The chief retainer, however, was not as enthusiastic. "Misao-hime," he whispered quickly, "this is only for two hours at most!"
"I don't care! We have Eni-chan back!" she ran and gave a very surprised prince a warm hug.
"This is nice, of course....Ouch..," a puzzled Enishi held his head, "but why all this fuss?"
"Ahem, your majesty," Soujirou, slightly ruffled, stood beside the couple on the bed. "According to the palace magician, you are under a spell applied by some sorcerer working for Lord Shishio. He probably has plans to ruin all your alliances, so he can get our territories for himself."
"Sorcery? And why should that arrogant excuse for a lord step so low? Why should I believe you?" he raised an eyebrow. "This headache is terrible!"
The conversation was going nowhere, and thirty minutes had already elapsed out of their two hours-----if they did have two hours. You never knew with Kaoru's spells.
"Haven't you noticed anything unusual about yourself over the past few days, Eni-chan?" the princess asked with a loving hand to his unruly hair.
He shook his head earnestly. Misao and Soujirou looked at each other in dismay.
"Anything weird about your glasses?" Misao prodded, as she hid them behind her.
"Look, Misao, I am a very practical person, and I don't care a tiny bit about these charmers and such," he retorted, but in a calm, slightly amused voice. "You know that we hired the rookie magician, only as a precaution. Besides, she's good entertainment over dinner..."
"Just promise me one thing, Eni-chan, please?" the princess begged.
"Alright...anything....OW!.....Confound this pounding headache!"
"Please don't wear those spectacles again, pretty please?" she looked intently at his blue-gray eyes and pleaded. Even the chief retainer's eyes pleaded desperately with his highness.
For what seemed like an eternity, the prince just held the side of his head and cringed, while the two continued to wait for his answer.
Then, unexpectedly, his eyes pierced through Misao, and his lips curled into an awful frown.
"No."
The chief retainer gulped. The princess took her hands off his waist.
"Finally, that infernal headache is gone. Take a note, you annoying retainer. I take back everything I said. Kaoru can stay out of the palace for good...."
Their time was up.
He gripped her arm, wrenched it toward him, and retrieved the spectacles from behind her back. He cocked them over his eyes with two fingers, and displayed the full force of the Eyes of Malice. The princess backed away inch by inch from this terrifying fiend.
"Since I got these glasses I've felt a power I never thought I had. It runs in me now, consumes me, fills me with thoughts I never knew before." He drew out his hand, held Misao's chin, and glared at her in scorn. "Sorry, my dear, but I like it." He threw her back onto the bed like a discarded coat.
With two finger snaps he called in the royal dressers. Soon he was surrounded by men and women, nervously but carefully fixing his breeches, polishing his shoes, and placing on his grand velvet cape. With three more snaps, they all bowed out of the bedroom as quickly as they came, scared for their lives and their jobs. The prince had no apologetic eye for the poor weeping princess, wetting the royal coverlet during the whole procedure.
"Fix yourself properly, weasel," he ordered Misao with a toss of the head. "I expect you beside me on the throne in five minutes." He snapped in Soujirou's direction, and marched out the door.
Misao buried her face in the fine silk coverlet.
" 'May you someday fully remember, the kindness of your heart,' " the princess recited sorrowfully, alone with her worries on his bed.
The presence of the glasses over his eyes prevented any more chances for the magician's overwrite spell to fully take over his thoughts. Thus, that day's proceedings were filled with unnecessary rages and useless scowls. Poor Soujirou had his work cut out for him, as he translated furious words into more diplomatic terms. His plastered smile worked to his advantage on that tiring ordeal.
Several times, however, Misao noted how Enishi held his head and frowned at a headache. At one time he even removed the spectacles for a few minutes, complaining how the light hurt his eyes as they came through the lens. Some decisions therefore showed all of his former good (if rather cool) nature.
All was not lost. He was still the same snowy haired prince she had learned to love, deep inside. They only had to eliminate this new power controlling him. Unfortunately, that was not in their hands, but in the hands of a magician they trusted with misgiving, and in a wizard they hoped she would find.
And speaking of the magician...
The young woman looked more like a page than a fair maiden, in her loose trousers and boots. She was somewhere in the middle of the plain outside the castle, fumbling through her knapsack. "Now let's see...traveller's spell book, magic wand, lunch, clothes, practice sword, staff...where ARE those maps?!" She turned the knapsack upside and poured out all the contents, and still no maps were to be found. "Spell book...spell for finding a place quickly...teleportation spell.....flying spell.....this book is useless!" And she stuffed it back into her sack. "HOW am I supposed to find a fiery-haired wizard this way?!"
She slung her knapsack behind her back and secured her practice sword by her waist. In her right hand, she waved a little wand over her head. "A place to stay, tonight and the next day...." she chanted, and disappeared in a spray of yellow light.
She materialized a few seconds later, in the palace stable. She dropped right at the top of a tall haystack, surrounded by stablemen raking up straw at the bottom of it.
"Hey, I said a place to STAY," she waved a fist in the air, "not a place full of HAY!!"
Kaoru tried to stand up and call for help, but the loose haystack gave way to her weight, and down she tumbled until she bumped her head on the ground near a horse's hoof. And the poor startled horse gave her head a rear kick, to the far end of the stable!
Even the highest warlock could not stay conscious after getting kicked by a horse.
When she came to, she found herself in a little shack. Sparse, but homey. A little iron stove at one corner of the room, a small table with two wooden stools. She was on the only bed, and the bed was rather rickety. The whole shack, however, was clean and swept, and smelled of chicken broth. Not very fancy, but a better place to stay, she thought. Not only that, but someone had taken the trouble of tending to her head and changing her clothes.
"Are you alright, milady?" someone nearby asked. She barely made out a poor man's clothes, and a bowl of soup in a tray that the man held.
"I could be better, but thank you for asking," she answered in a daze. She sat up in bed. "Where are my things?"
"Over at that corner, milady," and the man pointed to the precise corner. "Soup, milady?"
She got a better look at the man. He wore simple workman's clothes, particularly the kind for those who worked for the palace. A red-violet cotton shirt was tucked inside dusty white breeches, finished off with well- used but sturdy leather boots. His face was half-hidden by his unruly bangs. Most of his long hair, though, was tied behind his back with some spare ribbon. Maybe he was one of the stablemen, she would ask him eventually. Right now, she enjoyed the chicken broth and admired his cute happy smile.
This man was very kind and sweet, she mentally noted. She had to pay him back for his troubles, as soon as she------
She suddenly got a good look at the man's face, and his hair.
Red as a flaming torch.
"A wizard of the fiery hair...." She muttered. "This is unreal...."
"Anything the matter, milady?" the man's head tilted cluelessly, as he took up the finished bowl of soup.
"You have to come with me....noble wizard....come back with me to the palace....."
"Wizard?! Get some more rest, milady. I am not a wizard!" he protested with a little forcefulness.
"You must be....a fiery-haired wizard of a kind and devoted heart....." she continued to stare at the man in awe.
The man was taken aback. "My name is Kenshin, milady. And I am most definitely NOT a wizard."
Yes, he was, oh, yes, he was! The strongest of all that remained. Her book of lists back home said so.
All legally working magicians of any rank was given a directory for all the others. Being a magic book, it updated itself regularly, and ranked the magicians according to different qualities. Strength, endurance, spellcasting ability and quality, and many others. How the book made the ranking, no magician really knew, but everyone agreed that it was very accurate.
This nice little man before him, if his name truly was what he gave, topped all the lists.
She was in the presence of the most powerful wizard in the kingdom, he was one of those with fiery hair, and he had a kind and devoted heart.
He was more than perfect. And she found him only three hours after being banished. Something was not right with this picture.
This was NOT happening.
She fell back on her pillow into a long dream state.
.......
Milady, of course, is also "my lady". I'll be using it until I can convince Ken-san to use -dono instead. ^^
Ferai-Thanks for liking it, and being first reviewer!
Dallisse-Thanks much! A lot of people here already E/M supporters? Maybe, but more because of Midori than me. ^^
JML-Thanks for the tips. They will be capitalized, as you wish, your majesty. I wasn't sure yet, so I didn't. Oh, and thanks for making me think about the setting more. I think I'll keep it in the Western castles and knights and kings setting than Japanese, because I know squat about daimyos and shogunates and samurai. Could you please be so kind as to supply me with the ranking of the mages, sorcerers, and such? ^^
Bee-Thanks much!
Vesca-Nope, it wasn't Fendi, it was Armani! ^^ Don't you think he'd be an Armani kind of guy? Oleg Cassini maybe? ^^
Cat-They will be captalized, as your majesty wishes. And thanks for the tips about the cooking!
Tracey-Thanks for the vote of confidence!
Sabbie-Laughs? I hope so! I miss writing comedy! I'm not sure though if I can write as well as I did with White and Black, but I'll do my best with this one, too.
Anyone else here watch Digimon 02? I'm serious. Could someone tell me how Ken got and lost those goggles he had on as the Emperor? ^^ Thanks! Personal opinion, but Digimon as a TV series, while a Pokemon clone, HAS a running story and good characters.
Man, I've written for Misao for so long, I'll have trouble thinking like Kaoru again! And I've written drama and half-angst for so long for White and Black, I'm not sure if I'll do this right. ^^ Suggestions always welcome, especially if you'd like a very nice fic! This is new ground for me of a different sort, even if comedy is more of my element. Thanks always for the support!