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OP: Your StoryFairytale Pretty Cure! – written by SAYkokoro
ED: DREAM! DREAM! DREAM! ~Waking Up Your Future~
Episode 23: |New Transfer Student! Thames's Mission!|
"There's no way in heck I'm wearin' this!"
Thames storms into Linda's office and she glances up from her mountain of books. The young Dark Charm Knight stands in front of her with an annoyed you-can't-be-serious look on his face as he points at the new clothes in disbelief.
Thames pulls irritably at the collar of his light green blazer, "Why the heck do I have to wear this?!"
"Because, apparently, this is what humans call a 'school uniform'," Linda explains with a humorous roll of the eyes. "It seems these…students…have to wear this uniform primarily for school."
"What?!" scuffs Thames, looking down at the blazer, the white dress shirt, the light grey slacks, and brown shoes. "You mean I have to wear this stupid custom every day at this idiotic school?! Forget it!"
Linda sighs crossly. "If we want to get our hands on the PreCures' PreHeartBook, you're gonna have to suck it up, Thames." Linda twirls her finger. "Now, give me a spin~."
"Drown in light magic, Linda!" curses Thames with a comical angry face of ghost-white eyes and sharp teeth.
Linda frowns. "Wait a minute, where the necktie?"
"I. Am. Not. Wearing. The. Stupid. Tie."
Linda smirks mischievously. "You have to. It is how the school tells what year you're in. Come on, Thames. Pink is very manly."
"You'll have to destroy me to make me wear that!" snaps Thames with crossed arms. "Then who's gonna be your little spy?"
"Fine," she huffs shortly, getting up from her seat. "As long as that small detail doesn't blow your cover, I don't care."
"Let's just get this over this," snorts Thames. "Can you, for the love of dark magic, explain your o so great master plan, Linda?"
Linda grabs Thames by the shoulders. "It's quite simple, Thames. As of today, you are a first-year student at Minwa Academy. You will get yourself close to the PreCure. You will learn their weaknesses and try to steal their PreHeartBook. Easy peasy lemon squeezy."
Linda walks Thames over to her magic mirror. He looks at himself in the reflection. "And, if worse comes to worst, with the false friendship you build with the PreCure, they won't dare fight you." Linda snickers. "Humans and their silly emotions are so easily to manipulate."
"The PreCure won't know what hit 'em," Thames smirks as he straightens his blazer.
"Try to talk normal too, Thames," points out Linda, "They might recognize your slangs. We can't afford to let anything give you away. Basically just don't be you."
"You worry too much, Linda," says Thames as he snaps his fingers. Through his reflecting, Thames transforms into Ryoma Aisaki. His grey-lavender hair turn dark purple, his bright green eyes darken, and his elf ears shrink down, and his markings on his face fade away. He puts his hands in his pant pockets and smiles at himself through the magic mirror. "You overestimate the humans' intellect and underestimate mine."
"No, that's not it," states Linda.
"Shut up, Linda."
The first bell of the day rings out at Minwa Academy. All the students who are huddled up outside turn to the sound of the bell and start to file into the grand building. As they all hurry into the school with their completed homework in hand, none of them notice the flash of purple light from behind a cherry blossom tree in full bloom.
Ryoma steps out from behind the tree and gazes up at the elite school. Tall walls of white with a pinch a pink with ivory pillars in each corner, huge blue-tinged windows, hugged by the beautiful cherry blossom, vivid flowerbeds, and bright green hedges.
There was this unspoken elegance to the Academy. Ryoma couldn't quiet put his finger on it, but just taking his first foot step into the school filled him with a sense of pride. It was like stepping into a secret palace that only a select few got to walk through; even though it's just a school.
To Ryoma's surprise, not a single student was inside the Academy. No one rushing to, what the humans call, their "classrooms". Now, standing in the middle of an empty hallway, Ryoma feels completely lost.
Where the heck is everybody? Ryoma wonders to himself. Did they step through a magic portal or something?
"Oh! You must be Ryoma Aisaki!"
As Ryoma goes to turn around, a pair of arms grabs him by the shoulders and spins him around for him and traps him in a huge hug.
Ryoma pulls away and gazes up and comes face-to-face with a tall woman dressed in a light pink suit and knee-length skirt, grey lights and black high heels. She has long dirty blonde hair and dark brown hair with a beauty mark on the right side of her chin.
The woman smiles widely, "Welcome to Minwa Academy, Aisaki!" Ryoma raises an eyebrow confusedly. "I'm Haruna Taiki! But, you'll be addressing me as Principal Taiki in your time here at Minwa Academy! You'regonnahavejustthebesttime! Haveyoudecidedwhatclubsyoumightbeinterestedin? Omigosh,wehavesomanyclubs! I'msureyou'llonethatsuitsyouperfectly! MysonisontheFencingTeam! Isn'tthatexciting?"
Ryoma stands there comically overwhelmed, trembling in sweat drops and blue depression lines with ghost-white eyes. O dark magic! She's just going on and on! I don't think she's even taken a breath! Breathe, lady, breathe!
"N-N-Nice to meet you too," Ryoma manages says, "Principal Taiki." What kind of name is that anyways?
"All the students at the Morning Assembly," explains Principal Taiki. "But, don't worry. They'll be heading to homeroom soon enough and then you can join their brand new class!"
Ryoma can't get the puzzled expression off his face. Morning Assembly? Homeroom? What kind of world did I step into?!
"You're in Class 1-F," continues Principal Taiki as she leads Ryoma down the hall. "Your homeroom teacher, Michiru-sensei, will explain classroom cleaning duties and your coarse outline for the rest of this semester. I'm sure you'll make lots of friends, Aisaki! I'msureyou'regonnaloveithere! Mysongoeshere! Maybehecanbeyourfirstfriend! Oh,wait,no,Yasuharu-kunisstudyingabroadinFrance! Oh,butisn'tthatamzing! France! IlovegoingtoFrance! That'swhereImethisfather,youknow! I'msoproudofhim…"
At this point, Ryoma tunes her out and walks irritably down the hallway, usually ever ounce of strength to not use the Mute Spell on this woman. As far as Ryoma was considered, she might as well just be saying blah, blah, blah because known of it make any sense to him.
Making lots of friend, he snorts to himself. Please. Dark Charm Knights, beings of pure dark magic, don't make friends! Beings like me don't need friends!
All this school-stuff matters anyways and he never needs to figure it out. All that matters is getting close to the PreCure and capture their PreHeartBooks. The school part of the plan is just a nuisance.
What felt like forever, Ryoma and the woman reach a room with the sigh 1-F sticking out of the outside of the door.
Principal Taiki politely knocks on the door. The door opens and a petite woman steps out to greet them. Ryoma quickly looks the woman up and down. She has a pale complexion with short, dark turquoise hair and dark brown eyes. She was honestly kind of boring looking to him; Plain Jane-like.
She smiles kindly at the Principal and Ryoma, "You must be Aisaki. It's so nice to meet you." Ryoma notices that her voice is much more soft-spoken than Principal Taiki. She puts out her hand friendly. "I'm your homeroom Michiru-sensei. I'm sure Principal Taiki has already given you her best welcome."
"If that's what you wanna to call it," Ryoma accidently blurts out loud.
Luckily, Michiru-sensei thinks it's a joke and chuckles. Principal Taiki puts both hands on Ryoma's shoulder and smiles. "I will put Aisaki now in your capable hands, Michiru-sensei."
"I'm sure you'll fit right in, Aisaki," grins Michiru-sensei. "And make lots of friends."
Ryoma looks away and hide rolling his eyes. They keep saying that. Why do they want me to make friends? What is it with this world with making friends? How stupid of these humans? Things like friends are useless! All you need is power like Kuroizado-sama.
Ryoma takes a breath to tame his anger and forces a smile on his face. "I can't wait to get started!" That wasn't a complete lie. He really couldn't wait to steal the PreHeartBook and take over this world and ever other world. And, in his mind, things like friendship will be the first thing to go.
Principal Taiki ambushes Ryoma again with a giant bear hug. "Well, good luck, little man!"
"Who are you calling little?!" unleashes Ryoma with a comical enraged face as the Principal hurries away.
"Don't mind, Principal Taiki," smiles Michiru-sensei. "She's just teasing you. She's like a…like a cake that's been overdressed! But, don't worry, she'll grow on you."
"I'll take your word for it," nods Ryoma.
"Don't be nervous," smiles Michiru-sensei sweetly. "I'll just introduce you to the class then you can write your name on the board and take your seat."
Sure, sounds simple enough, thinks Ryoma as he nods his head to the teacher.
With that, Michiru-sensei opens the classroom and steps inside. She gives Ryoma and small smile and nods to him to follow her in. Ryoma takes a deep breath and walks into the class and is met with twenty pairs of eyes staring directly at him. The homeroom immediately bursts into murmurs; "Who is he?", "Is he new?", "Omigosh, he's gorgeous!" things like that…
…Okay I made up the "he's gorgeous" one, but I'm sure that were all thinking it! I mean, look at me!
Michiru politely points to the blackboard set up in the front of the classroom. Ryoma silently faces the board and picks up the white chalk on the stand on the bottom. He swiftly writes him name out before putting the chalk back and spinning around to face the class head-on.
"Everyone, we have a new student joining us today," introduces Michiru-sensei with a bright smile. "This is Ryoma Aisaki. He's new to Yūkibarano. Let's all do our best to make Aisaki feel welcome."
Ryoma can't help, but smirk at all their curious eyes and friendly smiles. How clueless and pitiful they all are. They don't have a single clue that soon their world will belong to Kuroizado-sama!
"Please," grins Michiru-sensei, "Tells us a bit about yourself, Aisaki."
In an instance, Ryoma arrogant smirk falls. About…myself?
"Um," Ryoma croaks out. "I…"
I'm the third Dark Charm Knight created by Kuroizado-sama. There's nothing more. There's nothing more to me.
"What about things that you like?" subjects Michiru-sensei.
"I…I…" Ryoma tries to stay, but keeps trailing off.
Like? What do I like? What does that even mean? Liking something? I mean, I like dark magic. I like my master, but I don't think that would be the right thing to say.
Ryoma searches through the eyes of all the students; looking, hunting for something to say. Anything, "I…I like…"
Through the crowd of faces, Ryoma spots a pair of pink-coloured eyes gazing straight at him. "I like…" Then he sees her face. Her light-tanned skin, her chin-length chestnut brown hair, and her pink-and-yellow crisscross hairclip.
Ryoma locks eyes with Imari. He swallows his breath, "…I like…hanami dango!"
The whole class bursts into soft laughter as Michiru-sensei cups her mouth to try and hide her giggle. "Well, that's certainly a unique answer."
Michiru points down to the end of the classroom at an empty desk beside the window. "Please take a seat at your desk, Aisaki. It's the desk right behind Suzukawa and then we can begin Morning Prayer."
What luck! Ryoma smirks to himself as he quietly walks past all the students, all the way to the back of the class, right towards Imari.
He reaches her desk and stops. Imari gazes up at him and Ryoma looks down at her and cracks a mischievous smile. "Well, hello again—!"
"—Hey, Imari-chan. Do you have today's reading?" asks a classmate in front of her, tapping her on the shoulder. "I think I might have forgotten my book at home."
"Oh yeah, sure! No problem, Yū-chan!" beams Imari as she reaches into her book bag hanging on the side of the desk, practically forgetting Ryoma's existence all together. "Here you go, Yū-chan!" she smiles.
"Thanks, Imari-chan," her friends sighs in relief. "You're the best!"
Ryoma stands there like an idiot, completely baffled with a comical shocked look on his face. The only sound he is capable of making it this weak aaackhhh.
Did she…did she just wave me off! Doesn't she not even remember me?! Who could anyone forget this face?!
Ryoma angrily storms over to his desk and slouches down in his seat. As class begins, Ryoma chews at his pencil, eyeing Imari the whole time angrily. As soon this class ends, I'll make my move! You better prepare yourself, Imari Suzukawa!
Attempt #1
Homeroom ends and the students are given a five-to-ten minute break between classes. Ryoma's perfect chance! Imari is sitting alone right in front of him!
Ryoma leans forward in his seat, reaching out to tap Imari on the shoulder.
"Hey, Aisaki!" Suddenly, a group of student rush Ryoma, blocking him off completely from Imari.
"So, you're new to Yūkibarano. Did we hear that right?" asks one of the guys.
"Uh…yeah," mutters Ryoma as he tries to look over the boy's shoulder to Imari.
"Where did you live before?" ask a girl.
"Uh…a castle," replies Ryoma honestly as he tries to escape.
The girl slams her hands down on his desk and shoves her face into his space. Her eyes are sparkling in astonishment, "A castle! Are you, like, royalty?"
"Uh…I guess so?" shrugs Ryoma hesitantly.
The girl's eyes are twinkling, "That's so cool!"
Then, the question start firing off and Ryoma sits their completely overwhelmed. "I, uh, c-can you guys just give me a second—!"
"Hey, Imari-chan," says Yū. "Can you come to the bathroom with me? I think my hair is all messed up in the back."
"Sure. No problem, Yū-chan," smiles Imari as she and her friend get out of their seat. "I think we have time."
Imari walks away and Ryoma reaches out dramatically. "No! Come back! Save me!"
Attempt #2
It's finally lunch time and the class is stuck cleaning the classroom. As Ryoma helps the guys move the desk and chair to one side of the room, he spots Imari cleaning the blackboard with her friend.
Now's my chance! Ryoma realizes and wastes no time as he slyly slips over to her. He leans up against the blackboard and gives her a charming smirk. "Well, hello there—!"
"Ryoma-kun~!" Suddenly, Ryoma is ambushed by all the female students in his class and is trapped in a flurry of cute girls and hearts dancing out from the tops of their heads.
"Hey, do you have a girlfriend, Ryoma-kun?" asks one of the girls with twinkling eyes.
"Yeah! Are you seeing anyone, Ryoma-kun?"
"Is there anyone you like?"
"Hey, move over! I want to talk to Ryoma-kun!" complains one of them.
"Wait your turn!" snaps another.
"Uh, h-hey! J-Just a second!" Ryoma tries to say, but the girls continue gushing over him.
"Hey, Imari-chan," says Yū to her friend. "Let's go help the others sweat the floor."
"Okay!" beams Imari. She and Yū walk off to join a group of students.
"NOT AGAIN!" cries out Ryoma furiously.
Attempt #3
"Finally!" sighs Ryoma with his lunch in hand. "We finally get a break. These humans sure know how to tire out a Dark Charm Knight."
Ryoma walks into the cafeteria and gives himself a minute to take it all in. The walls were a clean-white and there were at least ten giant rectangle-shaped tables filling the room. Students were already filing in, hooking up with their friends and finding an open spot to enjoy their lunches.
And just on the end of the last table was Imari eating with her friends and an empty seat right beside her!
There's no way I can screw this up! Ryoma puts on a confident smirk and struts over to Imari's table.
But, he doesn't make it far when all of the tables surrounding him stand up from their seats, waving their arms.
"Aisaki! Aisaki! Come sit with us!"
"Aisaki, come sit over here!"
"Come have lunch with us, Aisaki!"
Ryoma sighs defeated. "Why do I even bother?"
Attempt #—you know what?! Forget this!
Ryoma hurries out of the crazy cafeteria and presses his back up against the closed door. He lets out an annoyed snort. Stuffing his hands into his pant pockets, Ryoma starts slumbering miserably through the empty hallway.
He leans his head back and let out a short sigh. "I'm completely exhausted! They were like a firing squad with all their questions! These humans are so annoying! And after all that I didn't even get to talk to Imari!"
This is harder than I thought, sighs Ryoma to himself. It's like this whole school is against me in trying to talk to Imari Suzukawa! All I want is the PreCure's PreHeartBooks so my master can take over the world! Is that too much to ask?!
The suddenly, out of the blue, something hard strikes Ryoma in the shoulder and he felt it fall right over and collapsing to the ground, "Kya!" The small cry hits Ryoma's ears instantly. No, not something. Someone he quickly grasps.
Ryoma spins around and realizes that he had knocked into a girl student. And judging by her light blue neckerchief, she was a second-year at that. She was had fallen to her knees and her book bag had spilled over and she was desperately trying to collect all her papers and books.
"Oh jeez," huffs Ryoma is disbelief. "I can't do anything right today."
Ryoma gets down and his hands and knees and starts helping the girl pick up her books. "I'm really sorry. I've been having a really off-day. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," murmurs the girl as she stuffs her papers back into her book bag.
She reaches for her last book, but Ryoma beats her to it and holds it out to her. But, he catches a glimpse of the cover and snatches it back. Ryoma bites his tongue to hold back from laughing when he sees the cover. It was a manga of a boy and girl kissing passionately in a meadow of rainbow-coloured wildflowers.
"Colour My Heart," Ryoma reads out loud as he stands with teasing smile on his face. "Momoko and Minato have been best friends their whole lives, but as they start high school together, a new feeling starts to beat in their hearts. Could it be love?—"
"—Stop, stop, stop!" squeals the girl as she bolts straight up and tries to grab her manga away. But, Ryoma hoists it over his head and dangles it out of her reach. "Don't look at it! Don't look at it! So embarrassing!"
Ryoma's joking smiles disappears. So…embarrassing? Where…where have I heard that before?
The girl lifts up her head and Ryoma takes her in. His eyes widen. Pale complexion, long indigo hair, light blue eyes, and thick-framed glasses. This was Cure Mythical, the Pretty Cure of Wisdom!
"S-Sorry," stammers Ryoma as he hands the manga back to her, "J-Just having some funny with you. Hehe."
Tomoka grabs the manga and holds it locked in her arms pressed against her chest. "P-Please don't tell anyone!" Ryoma curiously raises an eyebrow. "If my schoolmates knew I read this fluffy stuff…it's just so embarrassing! So embarrassing!"
Ryoma lets out a humorous snort. So, the intelligent and skilful Pretty Cure of Wisdom is just an insecure, helpless romantic. That. Is. Hilarious.
"Don't worry. I promise I won't tell anyone," Ryoma states with a charming wink, "Your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks," says Tomoka with a sigh of relief. "Oh! I'm Tomoka Fukumoto, by the way. But, I've gotta ask; are you new? By law, as Student Council Vice President, I have to know everybody, but I don't think I've seen you before."
"Hit the nail on the head," Ryoma grins, pointing his chest with his thumb. "My name is Ryoma Aisaki. I just transferred here today for my first-year actually."
"Wow!" smiles Tomoka. "Well, welcome to Minwa Academy, Aisaki—"
"There you are, Tomo—I mean—Fukumoto! I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Ryoma and Tomoka both snap their heads towards a boy storming towards them. He was about the same height as Ryoma, but wear a lavender-coloured necktie; so he was two-years his senior. The boy had a light complexion with grey eyes and dark brown, rectangle-shaped glasses. He had chin-length, black hair that curls outwards with bangs that part down the middle and a short cowlick. Through Ryoma's eyes, the boy walked with a swagger to him with his arms behind his back and his chest puffed out. But, it wasn't with arrogance like Ryoma. More like he had a chip on his shoulder.
"Sorry, Kashima," apologizes Tomoka. "I was just going to put my books away in my cupboard." It was a small motion, but Ryoma saw her hide her romance manga in with all her school books, but she kept it pressed closest against her chest.
Masato and Ryoma lock eyes and Masato takes a step closer to Tomoka, positioning himself in front of her. "And you are…?"
"…This is Ryoma Aisaki," explains Tomoka. "He's a new student. He's a first-year student and just transferred today in fact!"
Masato narrows his eyes clearly unimpressed. "Yes, and it seems he's already managed to tarnished our dress code. Where is your first-year necktie, Aisaki-kōhai?"
Tomoka nudges her friend in the shoulder. "And this 'lovable teddy bear' is Masato Kashima. He's Minwa Academy's Student Council President."
"…"
"… ..."
"Is he your boyfriend?" asks Ryoma bluntly.
Masato doesn't even bat an eye, but Tomoka's face turns bright red. "No, no, no! We're just friends! Whatever you're thinking, get rid of it right now! Rip it right out of your mind and destroy it!"
Ryoma chuckles at her flustered expression, "Relax, I'm just messing with you."
Luckily, Tomoka quickly shakes it off when an idea pops into her head. "Oh! Hold on a second! Since you're new…you haven't chosen a club to join yet, have you?"
Ryoma shakes his head, "Can't say I have."
Tomoka's eyes light up. "Then could you maybe consider joining the Student Council! We're always looking for new members!"
"Um…I don't know," Ryoma murmurs at first.
Wait a second, Ryoma lets himself think for a moment. Cure Mythical is in the Student Council too. This could be the perfect opportunity to get close to her and her PreHeartBook!
"You know what," Ryoma grins. "That's sounds great. Sign me up!"
"Perfect!" smiles Tomoka. "We meet every second Tuesday at the end of Western Hall. Can't miss it—"
"—Now hold on a second!" steps in Masato. "It's the Student Council President who gives the final say accepting new members."
Ryoma raises an eyebrow, "So, what, you're not gonna let me join?"
Tomoka and Ryoma blink quietly at Masato.
"…"
"… ..."
Masato pushes up his glasses, "Fine. You can join."
"And boom goes the dynamite!" snickers Ryoma, folding his arms behind his head. "Consider me there!"
"Great," mutters Masato half-heartedly.
"Oh! Do you want to come have lunch with us, Aisaki?" asks Tomoka excitedly.
"Ah! N-No, no, no," insists Ryoma, frantically waving his hands out in front of him. "I-I think I'm gonna have my lunch somewhere less crowded and…hectic. Hehe."
"Oh, okay," nods Tomoka, sounding a bit bummed out as they turn around to head down the hallway. "Well, I guess we'll see you tomorrow."
"Maybe even sooner," Ryoma grins slyly. Like on the battlefield, he thinks to himself.
Masato grabs Tomoka's book bag for her and starts heading down the hall. "Come on, Fukumoto. Let's go."
"Oh! C-Coming," stammers Tomoka as she catches up to her friend and starts walking step-for-step alongside him.
Ryoma watches them go with a curious expression on his face. "So…he's Tomoka's Minato. Interesting."
"Aw! This is much better!" exclaims Ryoma with his arms stretched out to the spring sunshine, "Fresh air and natural light! The way man was intended to enjoy his lunch!"
The beautiful garden and cherry blossom trees welcome Ryoma with open arms. The sun was bright and warm with a small breeze that tempered the heat. He steps out of the school and into the Academy's vivid private garden. Azaleas, bluebells, daffodils, and roses galore are nestled in their beds with honeybees buzzing and dancing around Ryoma.
In the center of the garden, Ryoma spots a gorgeous white-painted gazebo and smirks. "Bingo! The perfect place to enjoy my lunch!"
He hurries over and slips inside the shade of the gazebo. He sits himself comfortably down and, licking his lips, opens up his bento box.
It's empty.
"Oh yeah! Haha! I didn't even make a lunch!" laughs out Ryoma. "Beings made of pure dark magic, us Dark Charm Knights don't need to eat! Haha!"
That doesn't stop me from eating though, thinks Ryoma to himself. I guess that's one thing I'm gonna miss about taking over this world. No more hanami dango.
"Oh well!" says Ryoma, snapping his fingers. "I can always just make some with a touch of dark magic!"
In a burst of dark purple sparkles, Ryoma's bento box overflows with all sorts of foods. Everything from grilled salmon to pickled plums to rolled eggs. They all make Ryoma's mouth water. But, just as he's about to take his first bite, something out of the corner of his eyes catches his attention.
It was a girl tending to some of the flowers in the garden. Even though her back is facing him, Ryoma snaps out his seat in a panic. Oh no! Did she see me use dark magic?
Ryoma leans out of the gazebo, "Hey, Flowerbed Babe, what the heck are you doing?"
At the sound of his voice, the girl stands up and wipes sweat of her forehead. She spins around on her heel and points straight at Ryoma. "I would refrain from calling me babe, bucko."
Ryoma's eyes widen. Hold on a minute! Tanned skin, light green hair, bright lime-green eyes…this is Cure Enchant, the Pretty Cure of Magic! And I just called her Flowerbed Babe! I'm so died!
"Now come help me with these flower!" she demands.
A question pops out from the top of Ryoma's head, "…Uh?"
Nijiko puts both hands on her hips. "You heard me, Eggplant Head!"
Eggplant Head? Ryoma snorts. "My name is Ryoma Aisaki, you know!"
"Yeah, and I'm a monkey's uncle," coos Nijiko. "Now come help a damsel in distress!"
Ryoma rolls his eyes and gets up and goes to help. I gotta get on her good side after all if I wanna snatch her PreHeartBook.
At this point, Nijiko has crotched back down and nurturing a bed of daisies. As Ryoma reaches her she gives him a bright grin. "Help me pull out the wilted ones."
Confused by what she means, Ryoma kneels down beside her and notices that nearly all of the daisies had turned brown and were drooping. "Why bother?" asks Ryoma. "I mean, practically all of them are dead."
Nijiko smiles softly, "Because every living thing deserves a chance." She starts pull out the dying daisies from their roots. "Getting rid of the wilted ones will help the healthy ones grow stronger and bloom brightly."
This leaves Ryoma actually at a loss for words. Quickly, he starts pulling out daisies with wilted petals.
Nijiko grins happily. "Make sure you pull them out from their roots."
The two are quiet for the longest time after that. They sit peacefully together, cleaning up the flowerbed together until only the healthy daisies remain. Nijiko finishes by sprinkling fresh water over the flowers with a watering can.
Nijiko brushes one of the daisies' petals with her fingers affectionately. "These guys should be fine now."
Ryoma leans back and lands on his butt, sticking his legs out in front of him. "You really love flowers, don't you?"
"I do," states Nijiko, sticking out her tongue. "To be honest, sometimes I like flower more than people."
"No kidding," chuckles Ryoma.
Just then, Nijiko spots Ryoma's bento box beside him and her eyes light up, "Hey, Eggplant Head, are you gonna have any of that?"
Ryoma nods. "Well, yeah, actually—!"
To Nijiko, that sounded like a yes and she rapidly pops open his lunch and starts devouring his meal.
"—Hey!" snaps Ryoma is disbelief. "I was gonna eat that!"
"Oh," blinks Nijiko innocently. "I thought you said 'yeah, go for it, you awesome chick'."
"I NEVER SAID THAT!" argues Ryoma with a comical angry face.
"Well, too late," says Nijiko with chopsticks in her mouth as she hands the bento box back completely empty.
"T-That's just cruel," whimpers Ryoma. Jeez, who knew the Pretty Cure of Magic was so obnoxious!
"Hey, Eggplant Head, have you ever heard of Hanakotoba?" asks Nijiko out of nowhere as she twirls the chopsticks in one hand.
"No, I haven't," mutters Ryoma, still bitter over his lost meal.
"It means flower language," explains Nijiko. "In short, each flower conveys their own emotion without needing the use of words."
Without warning, Nijiko hops up on her feet and bounces over to a flowerbed filled with bright yellow flowers. "Daffodils are my favourite flower! They symbolize rebirth and new beginnings. They are also known as the Flower of Spring."
"Oh, I…I didn't know that," blinks Ryoma as he stands up with her and actually takes in all the bright flowers surrounding them.
So a flower isn't just a flower to humans, Ryoma lulls over in his head. They give each and every flower an emotion, a meaning, a voice even though plants were never meant to speak a word. They're height and colours are their voice.
"Which flower is your favourite?" asks Nijiko.
"Um…" thinks Ryoma as he walks around the garden. "I'm not sure."
How could he choose? There are so many! Small ones, big ones, ones with small feathery petals, ones with thick smooth petals, pink, yellow, green, blue, purple, so many different colours! How can he just pick one?
Just then, Ryoma spots one and grins, "This one! This one is my favourite!" It was a small flower with black six petals with streaks of purple and mottled with yellow. "Which one is this?"
Nijiko peaks over eagerly, but her eyes darken when he shows her. "That's…that's the kuroyuri. It has a lot of names, but it's commonly known as the Kamchatka lily."
"Cool," Ryoma grins. "What does it mean?"
Nijiko gives him a weak smile. "It means…curse."
His smiles drops and his face becomes shadowed. "Oh."
Before Nijiko could say another word, the school bell rings. "Oh! Come on, Eggplant Head. We gotta get going. Lunch is over and classes begin again. O the horror!"
"You go on ahead," says Ryoma. "I'll just be another minute. I'm new here so I can just give the excuse that I got lost or something."
"Oh, okay," nods Nijiko. "I guess I'll catch you later then, Eggplant Head." With that, Nijiko takes of running towards the Academy.
Standing alone, Ryoma reaches out for the Kamchatka lily. Curse. Thames knew that word all too well. Curse. A supernatural power bent on inflicting harm and punishment to others.
Ryoma chuckles wickedly to himself. Yeah, that suits me perfectly, a being of pure dark magic.
Ryoma crushes the dark lily in his fist. "Then, I guess I'll do what I'm best at…"
Dark purple fire of dark magic ignites in his hand, burning the lily inside. The flames creep up his arm, transforming the student jacket into his dark turquoise shirt. The flames completely consume Ryoma. With a burst of light from his bright green eyes, the dark magic fire is snuffed out.
Thames smiles wickedly, "…cause some chaos!"
The young Dark Charm Knight reaches for one of the Fairytale Puppet from around his belt chain. He snatches up one with a puffy black-and-red dress covered in hearts with a golden crown. He tightens the puppet in his hand and is small doll becomes tainted with dark magic, turning her dress dark and flush all colour from her rosy cheeks.
Thames holds up the Endingu Doll and flashes his fangs. "Queen of Hearts, let's paint Minwa Academy red! My new Endingu!"
Thames drops the Endingu Doll and an explosion of dark magic sparkles consumes the school's garden. Thames breathes in the dark magic and basks in the light of the giant Endingu monster as its crimson red eyes flash through the mist of darkness.
"Endingu!" the monster cries out as it bursts through the storm of shadows.
"Yeah, sorry teach, but I'm gonna be late for class," snickers Thames. "I'm trying to destroy the school!"
"Endingu!" The Queen of Hearts Endingu whips out a huge paintbrush drenched in bright red paint. It was practically the main size of the monster! With the brush in hand, the Endingu starts painting the garden in the red paint. Underneath the paint, all the flowers became to wilt and lose their colour. None of the flowers can move a petal and the honeybees are grounded, unable to even witch a single wing beat. The beautiful garden was ruined in the red paint; it looks like a bloody battleground. This thought brings a wicked smile to Thames's face.
"Do your worst, Endingu," orders Thames, pointing towards the school building.
"Endingu!" The monster charges towards the building, leaving a trail of destruction as it goes. Clobbering all the gorgeous flowerbeds under its feet and swinging the paintbrush at the gazebo, destroying it with one powerful strike.
Thames closes his eyes and floats up into the air, taking in all the chaos and madness. "Can ya feel it, Endingu? All of the dark magic bein' created by your chaos! All the power we're collectin' for Kuroizado-sama! We'll watch this world crumble! Just like Fanciful Kingdom!"
The Dark Charm Knight's green eyes shine malevolently. "Watching the birth of sorrow and despair brings me such joy!" Thames flies over the school building and his Endingu. "How's your masterpiece coming along, my Endingu?"
"Endingu! Endingu!" cries out the Queen of Hearts Endingu, happily bouncing up and down as it paints the front of the school in its venomous red paint.
Just then, Thames spots something on the ground by the crushed gazebo. It's his empty bento box, but the Dark Charm Knight spots a scrap of paper inside. Thames soars down and lands on the ground in front of the bento box. He picks up the scrap of paper and realizes that there was writing on it.
Thames quickly reads the note:
Thanks for the lunch, Eggplant Head!
I owe you one!
– Nijiko :)
Thames stumbles where he stands. W-When did she have time to write this? Tsk. It must have been when I was looking at all the flowers. Had to have. Humans are…human are so...unpleasant!
Thames's eyes fill with rage and he crushes the note in his palm and burns it with his dark magic flames, "Endingu! Destroy ever inch of this stupid school! Destroy it all!"
"ENDINGU!" The Queen of Hearts Endingu's eyes flash and it lifts its giant paintbrush into the air and slashes down on the Academy building.
"I don't think so, ugly!"
A spark of blue and green light shoots out from the ground and rocket straight at the monster. The Pretty Cure of Wisdom appears in front of the Endingu, "Wise Safeguard!" With her translucent shield of light in her hands, she stops the Queen of Hearts Endingu's attack cold.
The Pretty Cure of Magic appears in front of the monster, "We won't let you lay a finger on this school!" Her fists start to glow bright green, "Magical Strike!" Joining her hands together, she clubs the Endingu right in the jaw and sent it tumbling to the ground, landing hard on the back of its head.
"Endingu!" The monster cries out in surprise.
Thames tightens his fists furiously, "ARGH! You stupid PreCure! Why can't you just let my Endingu destroy this dumb school?"
Cure Enchant and Mythical stand on the ground and stand side-by-side with each other. "Because we're not heartless monsters like you!" states the green warrior.
"Oh! So now you're calling me a monster!" scruffs Thames with blazing eyes, "I ain't the one who's a story tall with glowing red eyes!"
"Yes, but you're the one creates those ugly-faced monsters!" argues Cure Enchant.
"Uh…Enchant?" Cure Mythical tries to speak up.
"I'm called a Dark Charm Knight! Not a monster!" shouts Thames with a comical angry face.
Cure Enchant shares this same expression, "Which is French for monster!"
"No! It's really not!"
"Uh…Enchant," Cure Mythical tries again.
"Well, then you're an indirect monster!" counters the Green PreCure.
"There is no such thing as an indirect monster!" disregards Thames.
As they continue to argue, the Endingu and Cure Mythical glances back and forth from Thames and Cure Enchant, overwhelmed and drowning in sweat marks.
The blue warrior take in a deep breath and shouts at the top of her lungs, "ENCHANT! STOP ARGUING WITH THE ENEMY! WE HAVE TO DEFEAT THE ENDINGU!"
"Jeez, calm down, Mythical," says Cure Enchant, putting a hand on her hip. "I was just having some fun."
Cure Mythical sighs at this. "Can you go thought one conformation without arguing with someone, Enchant?"
"Apparently not," shrugs Cure Enchant.
"Are guys are seriously pissing me off!" barks Thames, pointing down the two PreCure, "Endingu! Get this over with and crush them to pieces!"
"Endingu!" cries the Queen of Hearts Endingu as it charges at the legendary warriors.
Cure Mythical doesn't give the monster a chance to harm them as she slaps her hands flat out on the ground, "Mythical Wave!"
From the ground sprouts a huge wave of blue-coloured light magic. It crashes against the Endingu's attack and sends the monster collapsing to the earth.
No! Thames's whole body shacks with anger.
"Endingu!" The hearts on the Endingu's lifts out its dress and assault the PreCure. However, the two warriors are ready for it.
"Enchanted Blade!" Cure Enchant calls out and a green sword of light appears in her hand.
"Blue Slash!" A blade of bright blue light bursts into Cure Mythical's hand. And together, the two charge at the storm of hearts.
No! Thames shakes with rage. This ain't possible?!
"AHHH!" the two warriors break through the borage of hearts, slashing them to pieces with their swords of light and together they bring their swords together and deliver a powerful strike to the Endingu's stomach.
"ENDINGU!" cries out the monster as crumbles to the ground.
Cure Enchant and Mythical expression a look and smile.
"How are you winning?!" cries out Thames.
The two legendary warrior's smiles freeze and they both gaze up at the young Dark Charm Knight.
"Cure Fable is gone!" shouts Thames. "How…How are you still beating me?! Your strength, your hope, everything should be gone! So why are you fighting?! A group without the Pink PreCure…is pointless!"
"You're wrong," says Cure Mythical.
Thames glares down the two warriors, but their eyes never waver. Cure Mythical's sky blue eyes and Cure Enchant lime green eyes blind him with their faithful light. It's him who pulls his eyes away first with a disgusted hiss.
"Cure Fable isn't gone!" states Cure Enchant. "She might not be standing side-by-side with us anymore, but she's fighting with us!" the Green PreCure grabs at her chest. "Cure Fable is right here! In our hearts! She's fighting alongside us in spirit!"
"I know, right now, Cure Fable is watching us," smiles Cure Mythical bravely. "She's at her desk, looking at the window whispering 'do your best your guys!'. I know it!"
"Tsk," growls Thames. "You humans and your blind optimism is revolting!" He glares down at them with his bright green eyes. "That light in your eyes…I can't wait till the day Kuroizado-sama rips it away from you and this world!"
"Well," Cure Enchant smirks. "That day won't be today!" The Green PreCure grabs her teammates hand and smiles vividly, "Right, Mythical?"
The Blue PreCure tightens her grip and beams back. "Yeah, Enchant!"
Hand-in-hand, Cure Enchant and Mythical point up at the Queen of Hearts Endingu with a bright smile on both of their face, "Monster corrupted by darkness, we will return your happy ending to you!"
Suddenly, an aura of pure light surrounds the Pretty Cure Magic and Wisdom. The two blink in surprise, but feel newfound strength flow their ever inch of their bodies, from the tips of their fingers to ever strand of their hair. A spell circle sparkling with wisdom and magic together appears under the girls' feet. Light of green and light of blue dance together, twirling together, creating a beautiful masterpiece between the two legendary warriors.
"Pretty Cure...Miraculous Savoir Faire!"
Magic and wisdom unite, the light of green and blue blast out the teammates joined hands and strikes the Endingu, piercing it right in the heart.
"Ending…" hums the Queen of Hearts as it is consumed by shimmers of blue and green light and is purified, returning the its rightful form as a cute Fairytale Puppet.
"Tsk!" hisses Thames as he guards himself from the light. "It's official. Worst. Day. Ever."
"Hey, Aisaki! Do you wanna come to karaoke with us?"
Ryoma opens up his cupboard and grabs his shoes. He gives the group of students his best fake smile. "Sorry, I gotta go straight home today. Maybe some other time."
Besides, thinks Ryoma. I have zero idea what the heck 'karaoke' is. Sounds like so exotic fruit. I don't wanna go see a fruit. Human have such weird hobbies.
"Oh, okay. Well, I guess we'll see you later, Aisaki." The friends grab their shoes and book bags and head out together.
Ryoma's smile disappears as quick as it appeared and his eyes are dark and empty. He gathers up all his books and closes his cupboard.
First day at school, let's see what I accomplished. I joined something called the Student Council and I think I made an enemy out of their President. Great. I got ambushed at every turn by all these stupid students who want to be my friends. Fantastic. I got my lunch stolen by that green-haired girl. Amazing. Apparently, the "curse" flower is my favourite flower. Nice. And the PreCure completely crushed me today. Awesome.
"Ryoma?"
Ryoma swings his book bag over his shoulder. It's not like I expected this too easy or anything, but I didn't expect these human to be so frustrating! All this friendship nonsense!
"Ryoma Aisaki?"
A hand reaches out and taps Ryoma on the shoulder. Half-heartedly, Ryoma turns around and sighs, "Look, I'm sorry, but I'm not—"
"It is you! I knew it!"
Ryoma sees the chestnut brown hair, the crisscross hairclip, and sparkling pink eyes. "It's me! Do you remember me?" asks the girl. "We met at the market the other day!"
"Y-Yeah," murmurs Ryoma. "Y-You're Imari Suzukawa."
"Oh, I thank goodness! You do remember me!" beams Imari. "Man, I've been trying to talk to you all day!"
Ryoma's narrows his eyes confusedly. "Y-You…you have?"
"Yay!" nods Imari. "But, you your always crowded by all our classmates, and those new fangirls of yours, and I didn't see you in the cafeteria either."
Ryoma's dark green eyes brighten. She was…she wanted to talk to me too?
Imari grabs Ryoma hands and holds them up. "You said that we would me again very soon and you were right! When I saw you walk through the door, that you were our new student, I was so happy!"
Ryoma couldn't find any words. He could barely breathe. He felt so light as if she were to let go of his hands, he would float away.
Imari smiles vibrantly. "I've wanted to ask you this all day…do you think we can be friends, Ryoma?"
Lost in her smile, Ryoma's eyes soften and he smiles tenderly in return, "Yes."
As soon as the words slip from his mouth, Ryoma realizes what he actually said and his face turns bright red. What?! No, no, no! Why did I say that? Why did I say that?! We can't be friends! She's my enemy! What the heck was I thinking? What—!
"Ryoma," beams Imari, tipping her head cutely to the side. "Let's do our best. Okay?"
"Y-Yeah," stammers Ryoma breathlessly.
Imari Suzukawa. My first friend. I don't know what that means yet. What is a friend? Can enemies really become friends? No, that's impossible. Isn't it? I…I don't know. That's so many things I don't know. But, I have a feeling I'm going to find out very soon.
Next Time on Fairytale Pretty Cure!
Imari: Tomoka! Nijiko!
Tomoka: What is it, Imari?
Imari: Bukku and Kuiru aren't seeing eye-to-eye.
Nijiko: I don't think they ever have.
Imari: We should try to help them make up!
Tomoka: I don't know, Imari. Maybe we should let them sort it out themselves.
Imari: Nope! This is happening! This is what we're doing!
Nijiko: Oh boy.
Imari: A Brother's Quarrel! Kuiru's True Dreams!