AN- vacation over with. I am editing right now.. veeerrry tired. Anyways, REVIEWS!!! I love reviews!!! Good, happy people. Kind of like hippies....riiiiiight. See how tired I am. I can't even see straight. Ignore retarded statements like that. Ick.
From: SetsuntaMew ?userid=476098)
It's never a burden to do something helpful It would make my days more interesting, anyway. Enjoy the festival! There was one around where I live but my parents wouldn't take me. It sounded like a lot of fun, so enjoy go yourself!
The following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 1From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ()
I like it...the plot seems great keep up the goodie workie now im gonna read the rest of you fic oblay- Jemmy Nertronwhatever his F-ing name isKinko
following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 2From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ()
OH thats soo sad...Her moms a living breathing bitch! well we all have one at times... neways great story!kinko
The following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 8From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ()
WOAH! that was crazy. And im talking about all of the chapters up until this one. I only have one word for all of these chapters"WOW" I love the way you can write and i can picture the story in my head I have read a lot of FAn Fic's and some that i read dont make any fucing since. Get what im saying? well very good job i hope you hurry up I cant wait until your next chap.Kinko
The following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 9From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ?userid=631373)
...?? sits there humr well, here we go.kinko
AN- Kinko, thanks for reviewing on many of my chapters. I like that. I like to hear people's views on chapters. Gives me more insight. Yes, her mom is a living, breathing biatch. But, what can you do. I've met some really bad people.. as bad as that. Unfortunately, they were mostly my mom's boyfriends and even my father (when drunk). sighs Nothing you can do. That is all in the past. I won't reveal all because it has little to do with the story, but you will notice that I use a theme of abuse and other things for a lot of my stories. (some aren't posted) I guess I just don't know how to get past somethings.. psychological, I guess. Anyhoo, thank you for reviewing. Keep reviewing and Boo will watch over you for eternity. boo coughs well, not for eternity. But, pretty darn close.
Setsunta, thank you for your offer. But, I must decline. There are many things that I like to change about my story to fit as I see it. It's kind of like with my art. I am very possessive. I hope you understand. Thank you again. I know I am not a Englash (knows she spelled english wrong. she did it to be grammatically incorrect on purpose!) buff. I am more of an Art, History, Science, Spanish, etc. buff. You get the drift. Definetly not math though. I suck at that. Too bad that your parents didn't want to take you to the Renaissance Festival. It is fun. I got a skeleton, sitting on a ball, necklace and some art. The people are great. They come up to you and act all weird. I, personally, don't like having people come up to me and speak rapidly expecting me to understand. Overall, I had a very good time.
Okay. We'll try that. Adios.
Chapter 9
Departure Part 1
We walked along the streets. People gave me odd looks consisting of both confusion and shock. I could understand this. What kind of foreigner wears well made clothes? (heh, back in grandpa years the clothing sucked-AN) Heck, for all I know, it could be Riku. Hee hee. After all, he IS the goofiest looking creature they AND I have ever seen. But, this thought was banished when I saw their eyes were strictly for me. I coughed nervously and looked back at Riku. He did look like an opposing figure in his resplendent green eyes, and white hair. The black clothing suited him well. No wonder they didn't look at him. He was absolutely gorgeous (author is hanyan [look up hanyan in Card Captor Sakura series])
Looking around the streets, I found that there was nothing there, surprisingly enough. But we hoped to find at least one armorer. If I got armor to suffice till the next town (and that is if held that far), then I could get better made armor if the future town wasn't so "backwaterish".
"Here take this and buy potions," he handed me some coins. I eyed them dubiously but kept my mouth shut and rolled my eyes. Whatever master wishes.
Riku continued forward, leaving the girl to her own devices. Though precarious the situation was (he was running low on money), he wanted her to get used to using THAT money to buy important supplies. Riku didn't have to get her armor, but he figured the girl was worth it. She is, after all, a keyblade wielder now. Laughing to himself, he pictured the image of her holding the blade like she was going to pound food.
His image was interrupted by her beautiful face contorting into one of guilt. "I wonder what it is," he thought. Riku scanned the streets ahead, and started back to check on her.
Looking at the merchant's wares briefly, I saw nothing I actually WANTED. (there is a difference of what a person wants and what a person needs. tessa knows this, and chooses to forgo the needing at the moment-AN) At one booth there was a lady, she was yelling out something about fabrics. I was walking by when she grabbed my hand.
"Now, here is a pretty lady. How about a dress for a flower, eh?" The merchant held up a golden dress. "A golden dress to match your eyes," her eyes flicked from the dress to study me. "By the way, are you foreign?"
"Umm. I don't-"
"Ooooh, that is a pretty dress. I bet you would loooove to wear it," a voice said from behind me in a teasing tone.
"Ahem. I don't need a dress. I don't like to wear dresses either," I stated. The woman gasped, finally realizing that I was wearing men's clothing. My face burned, when I finally realized my fault. It was a sin or unnatural for a female to wear "other clothing" in this era.
"Ummm.. We'll take it," Riku hurriedly said, taking the dress and throwing a few coins at the stunned merchant.
"No, I refuse to wear it," I said stubbornly when we had reached the confines of a deserted alley.
"Yes, but-"
"Nope, not going to do it." I shook my head to punctuate my words.
"Please wear the dress. The people here feel strange about women wearing men's clothing. You should have noticed. They were staring at you like you were diseased. (ah, so that's why all those people were staring at her earlier-AN) Besides, it might give us a discount on the armor that YOU need. I only have about fifty munny. I spent most of it on the room rent," he pointed a finger accusingly.
"But, how will it give us a discount? And why are you laying this guilt trip on me?" I looked into his eyes and my heart squeezed. My hands fell to my sides in defeat. "Do I have to?"
"Yes." He shoved the fabric at me.
Grumbling, I walked into the back of the alley. I walked slowly to show how distasteful it was to me, but he didn't care. Riku merely turned around and stood guard. I threw his clothes at him the moment I had changed. He turned around and caught them with ease like he knew they were coming at him. I glared at him harder.
Riku used that reason not only for the munny, but to see her in a dress. It was odd to see her in men's clothing. She seemed too fragile to be wearing that sort of stuff. His other girlfriends had only worn girlie clothing, and that is the only thing he thought a girl should wear. Call me a chauvinistic pig.
He caught the clothing, and eyed her approvingly while she glared daggers at him. Her short figure seemed lengthened because of the dress. It was a golden color complementing her eyes. The bottom was trimmed with metallic gold thread. The dress was cut to form, not to reveal. After all, it was the middle ages (or whatever). The dress reached barely past her ankles. It was as if it was made just for her. The top bodice was tan with golden flowers stitched all across it. The golden sleeves poofed out from the bodice to grace her wrists. (see a of Italian Renaissance dress [I know wrong age. Kill me. But, those dresses are sooooo pretty. And cool to boot! So I integrated it in.]-AN) The merchant gave them a shawl for her shoulders consisting of tan silk because she felt guilty. They had, after all, given her more than enough for the dress. (Oh, this just popped into my brain. Why, in the game, was munny used in every world? You would think that they used different currency.... hmmm.. I guess it is kind of international? And the language too. Why do they all speak the same language? Hmm.. thoughts. bad.- AN) She seemed regal in it, and that is what he hoped for. It may help in getting her cheap armor. It was beautiful fabric, but the person wearing it was even more so. Shaking these thoughts out of his head, he made gestures for her to go ahead. She glared at him and walked past him into the street. Riku watched her for a moment, before continuing behind.
Finally, we reached the armorer. It took many twists and turns to find the damned thing. I calmly waited for Riku to catch up. I hated the draft that kept going up. I'll admit that I don't wear dresses... practically at all. But, the breeze that keeps going up does feel good. Also, -call this women's intuition- I know that Riku just wanted to see me in it. And, somewhere deep, I want to please him. Sighing, I motioned for him to open the door. Flustered, he walked forward and opened the door. He obviously doesn't know how to be gentlemanly. I scoffed at him and walked into the store.
Several minutes later, we were discussing a "sister" my size and what kind of armor she wanted with an elderly but muscular man. (Well, actually Riku did all the bullshitting.) The armorer looked at me then at Riku, who was still talking.
"All right. When do you need it by?"
"Tomorrow-" I said.
"Today-" Riku said. We looked at each other. We had said two different things at the same time. I looked at him stubbornly with my chin held high.
"I suggest, my lady, that we leave today," he said with a warning note in his voice.
"Yes, my servant," I waved at him disdainfully. Conspiratorially, I leaned in to whisper to the armorer, "I love the poor chap as if he was one of my brothers. Had quite a tragedy in his youth. He is actually really smart, amazingly enough, in armor and weapons. That is why I keep him on as a body guard. Other than that, he is useless. Also, he thinks that there are little green men following him around. I have learned to NOT make him angry and to merely agree with him. He is quite unpredictable." I then made a circle to my temple with my pointer finger.
"Ahhh.... Yes, sir it can be done by today," the owner said with a hint of fear in his eyes, to Riku. He got up slowly, and walked to the back. I glanced at Riku, he was red with anger. A tiny vein popped out on his forehead.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Why did you say tha-"
"Shh," I motioned for him to be quiet because the guy was coming back.
"Umm, I don't mean to pry... but your sister... why does she need armor, milady?" The armorer inquired.
"Well, my sister, Jessie, has always been very adventurous. She was riding horses and playing swords with the boys ever since I could remember. My folks didn't care. They loved her too much and spoiled her. What ever she said went. Until, she nearly died fighting some... bandits recently. My folks decided to get her some armor since she refuses to stay in the mansion. They figured it would protect her somewhat from trouble," the lie poured out from my lips. I didn't think to check my story thoroughly before spewing it.
"Oh, what a bother. If it was my kid..." He shook his head. "You... are... twins, milady?" I flinched as I felt a stab in my heart at the mention of twins and the name I had involuntarily used.
"Yes..."
"Hmmm," his eyes snapped back to business-mode. "I will be taking measurements, milady."
"But, I already said my size."
"I'm sorry, milady, but we have to fit it exactly. Not to big or too small. This is embarrassing for me too. I hope a woman of your status will not be angered. If you want this for your sister, you will have to stand over there," he indicated a corner and pulled out a measuring tape. My eyes widened at Riku, who just shrugged. "That is what you deserve," I could see the words in his eyes. I nodded at the elderly man, then stomped over to the area. He measured me briefly, and went to the back.
"Give me two hours. I think I may have the kind of armor for you in storage with small modifications," he yelled from the back. The armorer came out, bowed and went back. I knew that look. He was already thinking of the design he would use. Shrugging, we made our way back to the streets.
From: SetsuntaMew ?userid=476098)
It's never a burden to do something helpful It would make my days more interesting, anyway. Enjoy the festival! There was one around where I live but my parents wouldn't take me. It sounded like a lot of fun, so enjoy go yourself!
The following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 1From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ()
I like it...the plot seems great keep up the goodie workie now im gonna read the rest of you fic oblay- Jemmy Nertronwhatever his F-ing name isKinko
following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 2From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ()
OH thats soo sad...Her moms a living breathing bitch! well we all have one at times... neways great story!kinko
The following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 8From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ()
WOAH! that was crazy. And im talking about all of the chapters up until this one. I only have one word for all of these chapters"WOW" I love the way you can write and i can picture the story in my head I have read a lot of FAn Fic's and some that i read dont make any fucing since. Get what im saying? well very good job i hope you hurry up I cant wait until your next chap.Kinko
The following review has been submitted to: Embracing Hearts Chapter: 9From: Chirea(AKA)Kinko ?userid=631373)
...?? sits there humr well, here we go.kinko
AN- Kinko, thanks for reviewing on many of my chapters. I like that. I like to hear people's views on chapters. Gives me more insight. Yes, her mom is a living, breathing biatch. But, what can you do. I've met some really bad people.. as bad as that. Unfortunately, they were mostly my mom's boyfriends and even my father (when drunk). sighs Nothing you can do. That is all in the past. I won't reveal all because it has little to do with the story, but you will notice that I use a theme of abuse and other things for a lot of my stories. (some aren't posted) I guess I just don't know how to get past somethings.. psychological, I guess. Anyhoo, thank you for reviewing. Keep reviewing and Boo will watch over you for eternity. boo coughs well, not for eternity. But, pretty darn close.
Setsunta, thank you for your offer. But, I must decline. There are many things that I like to change about my story to fit as I see it. It's kind of like with my art. I am very possessive. I hope you understand. Thank you again. I know I am not a Englash (knows she spelled english wrong. she did it to be grammatically incorrect on purpose!) buff. I am more of an Art, History, Science, Spanish, etc. buff. You get the drift. Definetly not math though. I suck at that. Too bad that your parents didn't want to take you to the Renaissance Festival. It is fun. I got a skeleton, sitting on a ball, necklace and some art. The people are great. They come up to you and act all weird. I, personally, don't like having people come up to me and speak rapidly expecting me to understand. Overall, I had a very good time.
Okay. We'll try that. Adios.
Chapter 9
Departure Part 1
We walked along the streets. People gave me odd looks consisting of both confusion and shock. I could understand this. What kind of foreigner wears well made clothes? (heh, back in grandpa years the clothing sucked-AN) Heck, for all I know, it could be Riku. Hee hee. After all, he IS the goofiest looking creature they AND I have ever seen. But, this thought was banished when I saw their eyes were strictly for me. I coughed nervously and looked back at Riku. He did look like an opposing figure in his resplendent green eyes, and white hair. The black clothing suited him well. No wonder they didn't look at him. He was absolutely gorgeous (author is hanyan [look up hanyan in Card Captor Sakura series])
Looking around the streets, I found that there was nothing there, surprisingly enough. But we hoped to find at least one armorer. If I got armor to suffice till the next town (and that is if held that far), then I could get better made armor if the future town wasn't so "backwaterish".
"Here take this and buy potions," he handed me some coins. I eyed them dubiously but kept my mouth shut and rolled my eyes. Whatever master wishes.
Riku continued forward, leaving the girl to her own devices. Though precarious the situation was (he was running low on money), he wanted her to get used to using THAT money to buy important supplies. Riku didn't have to get her armor, but he figured the girl was worth it. She is, after all, a keyblade wielder now. Laughing to himself, he pictured the image of her holding the blade like she was going to pound food.
His image was interrupted by her beautiful face contorting into one of guilt. "I wonder what it is," he thought. Riku scanned the streets ahead, and started back to check on her.
Looking at the merchant's wares briefly, I saw nothing I actually WANTED. (there is a difference of what a person wants and what a person needs. tessa knows this, and chooses to forgo the needing at the moment-AN) At one booth there was a lady, she was yelling out something about fabrics. I was walking by when she grabbed my hand.
"Now, here is a pretty lady. How about a dress for a flower, eh?" The merchant held up a golden dress. "A golden dress to match your eyes," her eyes flicked from the dress to study me. "By the way, are you foreign?"
"Umm. I don't-"
"Ooooh, that is a pretty dress. I bet you would loooove to wear it," a voice said from behind me in a teasing tone.
"Ahem. I don't need a dress. I don't like to wear dresses either," I stated. The woman gasped, finally realizing that I was wearing men's clothing. My face burned, when I finally realized my fault. It was a sin or unnatural for a female to wear "other clothing" in this era.
"Ummm.. We'll take it," Riku hurriedly said, taking the dress and throwing a few coins at the stunned merchant.
"No, I refuse to wear it," I said stubbornly when we had reached the confines of a deserted alley.
"Yes, but-"
"Nope, not going to do it." I shook my head to punctuate my words.
"Please wear the dress. The people here feel strange about women wearing men's clothing. You should have noticed. They were staring at you like you were diseased. (ah, so that's why all those people were staring at her earlier-AN) Besides, it might give us a discount on the armor that YOU need. I only have about fifty munny. I spent most of it on the room rent," he pointed a finger accusingly.
"But, how will it give us a discount? And why are you laying this guilt trip on me?" I looked into his eyes and my heart squeezed. My hands fell to my sides in defeat. "Do I have to?"
"Yes." He shoved the fabric at me.
Grumbling, I walked into the back of the alley. I walked slowly to show how distasteful it was to me, but he didn't care. Riku merely turned around and stood guard. I threw his clothes at him the moment I had changed. He turned around and caught them with ease like he knew they were coming at him. I glared at him harder.
Riku used that reason not only for the munny, but to see her in a dress. It was odd to see her in men's clothing. She seemed too fragile to be wearing that sort of stuff. His other girlfriends had only worn girlie clothing, and that is the only thing he thought a girl should wear. Call me a chauvinistic pig.
He caught the clothing, and eyed her approvingly while she glared daggers at him. Her short figure seemed lengthened because of the dress. It was a golden color complementing her eyes. The bottom was trimmed with metallic gold thread. The dress was cut to form, not to reveal. After all, it was the middle ages (or whatever). The dress reached barely past her ankles. It was as if it was made just for her. The top bodice was tan with golden flowers stitched all across it. The golden sleeves poofed out from the bodice to grace her wrists. (see a of Italian Renaissance dress [I know wrong age. Kill me. But, those dresses are sooooo pretty. And cool to boot! So I integrated it in.]-AN) The merchant gave them a shawl for her shoulders consisting of tan silk because she felt guilty. They had, after all, given her more than enough for the dress. (Oh, this just popped into my brain. Why, in the game, was munny used in every world? You would think that they used different currency.... hmmm.. I guess it is kind of international? And the language too. Why do they all speak the same language? Hmm.. thoughts. bad.- AN) She seemed regal in it, and that is what he hoped for. It may help in getting her cheap armor. It was beautiful fabric, but the person wearing it was even more so. Shaking these thoughts out of his head, he made gestures for her to go ahead. She glared at him and walked past him into the street. Riku watched her for a moment, before continuing behind.
Finally, we reached the armorer. It took many twists and turns to find the damned thing. I calmly waited for Riku to catch up. I hated the draft that kept going up. I'll admit that I don't wear dresses... practically at all. But, the breeze that keeps going up does feel good. Also, -call this women's intuition- I know that Riku just wanted to see me in it. And, somewhere deep, I want to please him. Sighing, I motioned for him to open the door. Flustered, he walked forward and opened the door. He obviously doesn't know how to be gentlemanly. I scoffed at him and walked into the store.
Several minutes later, we were discussing a "sister" my size and what kind of armor she wanted with an elderly but muscular man. (Well, actually Riku did all the bullshitting.) The armorer looked at me then at Riku, who was still talking.
"All right. When do you need it by?"
"Tomorrow-" I said.
"Today-" Riku said. We looked at each other. We had said two different things at the same time. I looked at him stubbornly with my chin held high.
"I suggest, my lady, that we leave today," he said with a warning note in his voice.
"Yes, my servant," I waved at him disdainfully. Conspiratorially, I leaned in to whisper to the armorer, "I love the poor chap as if he was one of my brothers. Had quite a tragedy in his youth. He is actually really smart, amazingly enough, in armor and weapons. That is why I keep him on as a body guard. Other than that, he is useless. Also, he thinks that there are little green men following him around. I have learned to NOT make him angry and to merely agree with him. He is quite unpredictable." I then made a circle to my temple with my pointer finger.
"Ahhh.... Yes, sir it can be done by today," the owner said with a hint of fear in his eyes, to Riku. He got up slowly, and walked to the back. I glanced at Riku, he was red with anger. A tiny vein popped out on his forehead.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Why did you say tha-"
"Shh," I motioned for him to be quiet because the guy was coming back.
"Umm, I don't mean to pry... but your sister... why does she need armor, milady?" The armorer inquired.
"Well, my sister, Jessie, has always been very adventurous. She was riding horses and playing swords with the boys ever since I could remember. My folks didn't care. They loved her too much and spoiled her. What ever she said went. Until, she nearly died fighting some... bandits recently. My folks decided to get her some armor since she refuses to stay in the mansion. They figured it would protect her somewhat from trouble," the lie poured out from my lips. I didn't think to check my story thoroughly before spewing it.
"Oh, what a bother. If it was my kid..." He shook his head. "You... are... twins, milady?" I flinched as I felt a stab in my heart at the mention of twins and the name I had involuntarily used.
"Yes..."
"Hmmm," his eyes snapped back to business-mode. "I will be taking measurements, milady."
"But, I already said my size."
"I'm sorry, milady, but we have to fit it exactly. Not to big or too small. This is embarrassing for me too. I hope a woman of your status will not be angered. If you want this for your sister, you will have to stand over there," he indicated a corner and pulled out a measuring tape. My eyes widened at Riku, who just shrugged. "That is what you deserve," I could see the words in his eyes. I nodded at the elderly man, then stomped over to the area. He measured me briefly, and went to the back.
"Give me two hours. I think I may have the kind of armor for you in storage with small modifications," he yelled from the back. The armorer came out, bowed and went back. I knew that look. He was already thinking of the design he would use. Shrugging, we made our way back to the streets.
