The Prince and the Pauper!?
Summary: The classic tale of the prince and...the pauper!? Oh no...Fuuko the
tomboyish brat was mistaken by the royal prince as a boy. Having to pretend
to be one for her life's sake the two ventures in an adventure for love.
Set in the Middle Ages, will Fuuko find love or simply death? OH well...do I
suck or what!? Thanks!
A/N: As said before, it's set in Middle Ages, but please disregard the thought of their names in Japanese. Sorry...OOC for several personalities.
Chapter 1: What a mess
Ever since Fuuko was a child she's been dreaming of entering the royal palace of Divell. Unluckily, her class in the society hinders her from fulfilling that dream. She was abandoned when she was 2 yrs. old and was adopted by two loving parents. As a child she was constantly bullied, forcing herself to stand up on her own she trained in street fighting. She is no longer bullied, instead declared as one of the slickest member in downtown Divell. Due to this reputation, she had a look of a boyish goon. She had certain features and characteristics that are unmistakably girly, which she tries to hide for fear of losing a reputation she worked hard to gain.
"Go kick! Go Fuuko!" the crowed cheered as another match is held on the busy streets of the kingdom. Fuuko gave a powerful kick knocking down his opponent. She grabbed the basket from the unconscious guy. "...and that will teach you never to mess with me—ever again! Got it?" placing a knife on the man's throat, he nodded continuously.
"Fuuko! What have you got yourself into this time?" her mother closed the door behind the bruised teenager.
"Nothing! I'm fine, just minor bruises." She plopped herself on a wooden chair sighing. She's been used to victory for so long, but it's not about the fight that's bothering her.
Her mother cleaned her wounds, "Something wrong?" Mrs. Kirisawa asked with gentleness in her tone. Somehow Fuuko could not bear lie to a mother like this, after all she's thankful for being so kind to her.
Giving out a big sigh, "Oh mom... another messenger passed by... the prince's birthday is coming up and all is invited—except for us."
Mrs. Kirisawa patted her daughter on the head, "I'm sorry, I know you've been dreaming of going to the castle. We can't..." "OH NO MOM!" waving her hand, "I'm sorry it's not you and dad!"
"I know. Somehow you will find a way to enter there. "Who knows you might be princess someday?" Giving a wink at her agape daughter, she returned to her doings. Fuuko stick out her tongue in an annoyed manner.
Someday maybe....I just wish. HA! Dream on Ms. Fuuko!
Sitting herself on a hill overlooking the kingdom, her friends came rushing in. She looked back to see Recca, Domon, and Yanagi in hyper mode. She raised her eyebrow hoping to send them a message of 'what?'
"Oh Fuuko!! We know you're birthday's coming up and—"a grinning Yanagi sat beside her.
My birthday! That's right it's my birthday tomorrow...oh...same as the prince.
"—we have got the best present ever!" she continued. Fuuko gave another eyebrow raise and this time Domon patted her on the back.
"Yeah Fu-chan, all you gotta do is dress up in your best attire and—"
"WHAT!? DOES THAT MEAN WE'RE?" she stood up with bright eyes.
Recca butted in, "That's right. We're breaking into the palace and grabbing some grub!" crossing his arms as if saying 'ain't we good?'
"Oh no...oh no...! What do you mean breaking into!?" shaking her head violently.
"Well, it's the only way! Besides, can suggest of another way?" queried Yanagi.
"No"
"Come on Ms. I'm-the-strongest!"
Fuuko gave out a sigh.
Then it's settled! We'll meet outside the palace at 8pm; the party's starting by then so we can get better access." At this the three left the amazed Fuuko. Perhaps it's not a bad birthday after all.
Tokiya Mikagami, yes the prince of Divell, sat with his chin resting oh his right hand. Looking bored as ever, he didn't like the idea of his parents wanting him to pick out a bride on the dance floor.
Several girls were checking him out already hoping to catch his attention. Her mother tapped him, "Dear, you have to dance sooner or later." To this Tokiya faked a smile and danced with a number of ladies. Sure they were beautiful, but Tokiya found them all the same. He was looking for a particular girl, but it wasn't in the crowd. Dammit...
"Hey Fuuko! Happy 16th birthday!" yelled her three friends.
"Are you ready?" asked Recca. The three nodded in approval and jumped ninja style (East meets West her people! Hahaha!) from the trees to the palace tower. They managed to steal some foods in the kitchen and they were eating soundly on the rooftop.
"Cheers to Fuuko the birthday bo—girl!" Domon raised his goblet and the three responded, "CHEERS!" By the time they finished the loot, palace guards were looking for the food thief. One spotted Domon's arm dangling from the roof and commanded to go on the rooftop.
"Oh shit! Domon you dumbass!" Fuuko whacked him on the head.
"Let's run for it!"
The guests and the royal family were not aware of the pursuit that was happening above them. The three managed to fool the guards, but Fuuko was having a hard time. She was the one who ate more, being forced by Yanagi. This game of tag went on for about 5 minutes, when Fuuko could take no more she decided to hide on a safer place. She split with her gang and headed down a balcony, avoiding the guards' eyes. Eventually, she found herself inside a huge room.
Wow
Gazing around she noticed it was like a library, rather it is a library. She has always wanted to read novels and so she started to look around. She found a novel that reads: Kidnapped, to her dismay she can only read and write a few words. The moment she started to read the first page she shoved it back.
"Dammit. If only I can read it."
Just then the door flew open.
Shit. I'm dead!
Quickly running towards the balcony she heard a shout from behind.
"Stop!" the voice was calm; surely it was not after her.
Turning her head around with a big smile, she saw the most handsome man in Divell. Holy shit. Who's this hunk?
He stepped forward, she stepped backward. "Relax. You must've lost yourself from all the rooms here." He gave out a smile and gestured her to sit down.
She nervously took a seat and waited for him to speak. Now opposite her seat, he sat there gazing at him. He was puzzled at this particular guy. He noticed he wore simple clothing, not fit for this occasion. He assumed he was just a servant of a particular guest, but he noticed how slim she was. Putting aside the thought, he gave out a polite smile.
Fuuko bowed down hiding her reddish cheek. Oh my gosh! This guy's hot. Stop smiling please stop!
"Are you okay?" he asked and she nodded in approval.
"Are you into books?" he asked once again.
Fuuko looked up and nodded again, "But...you see, I'm not well educated."
"Oh, who are you with?"
Who I am with? Uh...does he think I'm a guest? Her puzzled stare made him give out a chuckle. This made him more handsome to her eyes. Oh now he's laughing!
"Okay never mind. I'm sure you're...uh...master will find you soon. In the mean time, can you keep me company?"
"Sure."
So he thought I'm a servant. Great.
"Have you seen the guest? My mother asked me to pick out a bride from the crowd. Unfortunately, the girl of my dreams is nowhere to be found." She looked up at him surprised that he could easily trust a stranger.
Girl of his dreams
"Uh...yes." All this time, Fuuko never realized that she was talking to the prince of Divell. She started to relax around him, putting on jokes to cheer up his companion. The hour lasted with her finding a new friend.
"You are an excellent joker. I think you're girlfriend will be proud of you." He said between chuckles.
What!? He thinks I'm a boy!? Oh shit. Well, you got yourself into this mess.
"Uhehehe" she laughed tensely and got up.
"I'm sorry. Guess I'll be leaving now."
The man got up as well, "Wait. May I know your name?" he queried.
Name? Uh...come on Fuuko! Think think think....
"Lei!" she shouted.
"Easy. It's been a pleasure talking to you, Lei." He shook his hand and Fuuko gently smiled.
"Oh how 'bout you?" she asked him.
She saw his expression turn to a baffled one and she simply smiled.
"You mean all this time you never knew who I am?"
"Yeah....something wrong?"
At this the person in front of her gave out a laugh, holding her shoulder for support, not noticing the blush on her face.
"I-I'm Prince...prince Tokiyahahaha"
WHAT!?
"Oh come on...for a prince you sure act not like it."
He looked up at her and said, "It's true. Can't you see?" it was then that Fuuko observed him from head to toe. Indeed it was the royal prince. How stupid of me not to see it! I was so mesmerized by his...his...well... oh damn.
She bowed down asking for his apology. Tokiya still chuckling from the situation asked her to stand up.
"Lei! Stand up! You are the most naïve and down to earth guy I've ever met!"
"I am?"
The conversation was cut off when numerous palace guards opened to door. Oh no
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A/N: Is it good? I'm sorry; English is not my native language. You've probably encountered several typos already. Anyway, please REVIEW! I would love it if you suggest some action adventures. Thanks!
A/N: As said before, it's set in Middle Ages, but please disregard the thought of their names in Japanese. Sorry...OOC for several personalities.
Chapter 1: What a mess
Ever since Fuuko was a child she's been dreaming of entering the royal palace of Divell. Unluckily, her class in the society hinders her from fulfilling that dream. She was abandoned when she was 2 yrs. old and was adopted by two loving parents. As a child she was constantly bullied, forcing herself to stand up on her own she trained in street fighting. She is no longer bullied, instead declared as one of the slickest member in downtown Divell. Due to this reputation, she had a look of a boyish goon. She had certain features and characteristics that are unmistakably girly, which she tries to hide for fear of losing a reputation she worked hard to gain.
"Go kick! Go Fuuko!" the crowed cheered as another match is held on the busy streets of the kingdom. Fuuko gave a powerful kick knocking down his opponent. She grabbed the basket from the unconscious guy. "...and that will teach you never to mess with me—ever again! Got it?" placing a knife on the man's throat, he nodded continuously.
"Fuuko! What have you got yourself into this time?" her mother closed the door behind the bruised teenager.
"Nothing! I'm fine, just minor bruises." She plopped herself on a wooden chair sighing. She's been used to victory for so long, but it's not about the fight that's bothering her.
Her mother cleaned her wounds, "Something wrong?" Mrs. Kirisawa asked with gentleness in her tone. Somehow Fuuko could not bear lie to a mother like this, after all she's thankful for being so kind to her.
Giving out a big sigh, "Oh mom... another messenger passed by... the prince's birthday is coming up and all is invited—except for us."
Mrs. Kirisawa patted her daughter on the head, "I'm sorry, I know you've been dreaming of going to the castle. We can't..." "OH NO MOM!" waving her hand, "I'm sorry it's not you and dad!"
"I know. Somehow you will find a way to enter there. "Who knows you might be princess someday?" Giving a wink at her agape daughter, she returned to her doings. Fuuko stick out her tongue in an annoyed manner.
Someday maybe....I just wish. HA! Dream on Ms. Fuuko!
Sitting herself on a hill overlooking the kingdom, her friends came rushing in. She looked back to see Recca, Domon, and Yanagi in hyper mode. She raised her eyebrow hoping to send them a message of 'what?'
"Oh Fuuko!! We know you're birthday's coming up and—"a grinning Yanagi sat beside her.
My birthday! That's right it's my birthday tomorrow...oh...same as the prince.
"—we have got the best present ever!" she continued. Fuuko gave another eyebrow raise and this time Domon patted her on the back.
"Yeah Fu-chan, all you gotta do is dress up in your best attire and—"
"WHAT!? DOES THAT MEAN WE'RE?" she stood up with bright eyes.
Recca butted in, "That's right. We're breaking into the palace and grabbing some grub!" crossing his arms as if saying 'ain't we good?'
"Oh no...oh no...! What do you mean breaking into!?" shaking her head violently.
"Well, it's the only way! Besides, can suggest of another way?" queried Yanagi.
"No"
"Come on Ms. I'm-the-strongest!"
Fuuko gave out a sigh.
Then it's settled! We'll meet outside the palace at 8pm; the party's starting by then so we can get better access." At this the three left the amazed Fuuko. Perhaps it's not a bad birthday after all.
Tokiya Mikagami, yes the prince of Divell, sat with his chin resting oh his right hand. Looking bored as ever, he didn't like the idea of his parents wanting him to pick out a bride on the dance floor.
Several girls were checking him out already hoping to catch his attention. Her mother tapped him, "Dear, you have to dance sooner or later." To this Tokiya faked a smile and danced with a number of ladies. Sure they were beautiful, but Tokiya found them all the same. He was looking for a particular girl, but it wasn't in the crowd. Dammit...
"Hey Fuuko! Happy 16th birthday!" yelled her three friends.
"Are you ready?" asked Recca. The three nodded in approval and jumped ninja style (East meets West her people! Hahaha!) from the trees to the palace tower. They managed to steal some foods in the kitchen and they were eating soundly on the rooftop.
"Cheers to Fuuko the birthday bo—girl!" Domon raised his goblet and the three responded, "CHEERS!" By the time they finished the loot, palace guards were looking for the food thief. One spotted Domon's arm dangling from the roof and commanded to go on the rooftop.
"Oh shit! Domon you dumbass!" Fuuko whacked him on the head.
"Let's run for it!"
The guests and the royal family were not aware of the pursuit that was happening above them. The three managed to fool the guards, but Fuuko was having a hard time. She was the one who ate more, being forced by Yanagi. This game of tag went on for about 5 minutes, when Fuuko could take no more she decided to hide on a safer place. She split with her gang and headed down a balcony, avoiding the guards' eyes. Eventually, she found herself inside a huge room.
Wow
Gazing around she noticed it was like a library, rather it is a library. She has always wanted to read novels and so she started to look around. She found a novel that reads: Kidnapped, to her dismay she can only read and write a few words. The moment she started to read the first page she shoved it back.
"Dammit. If only I can read it."
Just then the door flew open.
Shit. I'm dead!
Quickly running towards the balcony she heard a shout from behind.
"Stop!" the voice was calm; surely it was not after her.
Turning her head around with a big smile, she saw the most handsome man in Divell. Holy shit. Who's this hunk?
He stepped forward, she stepped backward. "Relax. You must've lost yourself from all the rooms here." He gave out a smile and gestured her to sit down.
She nervously took a seat and waited for him to speak. Now opposite her seat, he sat there gazing at him. He was puzzled at this particular guy. He noticed he wore simple clothing, not fit for this occasion. He assumed he was just a servant of a particular guest, but he noticed how slim she was. Putting aside the thought, he gave out a polite smile.
Fuuko bowed down hiding her reddish cheek. Oh my gosh! This guy's hot. Stop smiling please stop!
"Are you okay?" he asked and she nodded in approval.
"Are you into books?" he asked once again.
Fuuko looked up and nodded again, "But...you see, I'm not well educated."
"Oh, who are you with?"
Who I am with? Uh...does he think I'm a guest? Her puzzled stare made him give out a chuckle. This made him more handsome to her eyes. Oh now he's laughing!
"Okay never mind. I'm sure you're...uh...master will find you soon. In the mean time, can you keep me company?"
"Sure."
So he thought I'm a servant. Great.
"Have you seen the guest? My mother asked me to pick out a bride from the crowd. Unfortunately, the girl of my dreams is nowhere to be found." She looked up at him surprised that he could easily trust a stranger.
Girl of his dreams
"Uh...yes." All this time, Fuuko never realized that she was talking to the prince of Divell. She started to relax around him, putting on jokes to cheer up his companion. The hour lasted with her finding a new friend.
"You are an excellent joker. I think you're girlfriend will be proud of you." He said between chuckles.
What!? He thinks I'm a boy!? Oh shit. Well, you got yourself into this mess.
"Uhehehe" she laughed tensely and got up.
"I'm sorry. Guess I'll be leaving now."
The man got up as well, "Wait. May I know your name?" he queried.
Name? Uh...come on Fuuko! Think think think....
"Lei!" she shouted.
"Easy. It's been a pleasure talking to you, Lei." He shook his hand and Fuuko gently smiled.
"Oh how 'bout you?" she asked him.
She saw his expression turn to a baffled one and she simply smiled.
"You mean all this time you never knew who I am?"
"Yeah....something wrong?"
At this the person in front of her gave out a laugh, holding her shoulder for support, not noticing the blush on her face.
"I-I'm Prince...prince Tokiyahahaha"
WHAT!?
"Oh come on...for a prince you sure act not like it."
He looked up at her and said, "It's true. Can't you see?" it was then that Fuuko observed him from head to toe. Indeed it was the royal prince. How stupid of me not to see it! I was so mesmerized by his...his...well... oh damn.
She bowed down asking for his apology. Tokiya still chuckling from the situation asked her to stand up.
"Lei! Stand up! You are the most naïve and down to earth guy I've ever met!"
"I am?"
The conversation was cut off when numerous palace guards opened to door. Oh no
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A/N: Is it good? I'm sorry; English is not my native language. You've probably encountered several typos already. Anyway, please REVIEW! I would love it if you suggest some action adventures. Thanks!