A/N: I have decided to rewrite Chp2 and 3. The old version… well lets forget it. I hope you will enjoy the new plotting.
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Time: Silver Millennium
Destination: Kinmoku-sei
"Your highness, we have arrived." Six hours ago, the herald of Kinmoku had arrived with their space craft on Moon. Shortly afterward, they departed again, but this time they brought Princess Amara with them.
'Finally after six long hours, we are there.' "Hai." Amara stood up, walked toward the exit, inhaled heavily before she stepped outside. 'This is it. Remember to behave, don't do what ever Queen Serenity did not allow you to.'
Amara was speechless once she took a glance of her new home. It was sumptuous, different type of sumptuous from where she was born. The palace seemed to build inside a garden, no it built as a garden. Ever structure was surrounded by plant, not in a discard way, where Ivy grown round an old creepy house. No it was completely different; the trees and shrubs were planted in the right place so light would be allowed to shine though the window. They were well trimmed like a lollipop, neat and tidy. Obviously, the decider had put a lot of effort in the appearance. It had just snowed, made everything covered with a layer of snowflake, like an icing, which made the hold place even more impressive.
She was leaded into a hall. "Princess, welcome on board." It was a man, in his late 40s with silvery grey hair greeted Amara. "I'm King Borque; the emperor of Kimnoku-sei."
"It's my honour to meet you, your majesty." Amara bowed, then stood up and stared at the emperor's chest, didn't dare to look up. In Kinmoku-sei, no one was allowed to face the king, they needed to keep their head down and she had heard about this rule before she arrived.
"I know you must be tried. Demo we decided to start the wedding ceremony tonight. I hope you didn't mind. My people have longing for it."
"Iie. Not at all." 'There is no difference between tonight and tomorrow night.' The princess sneered inside her heart.
"It's a pity that my son couldn't come to welcome you. Demo, according to our tradition, we won't let groom and bride meet each other before the wedding night."
'Son…Groom and Bride…What the?' Amara was very confused. She lifted her head and looked at the king, opened her mouth and what to ask all questions she had in her mind. However, she caught herself once she looked the eyes of the old man. Immediately she clapped her opening mouth, knelt down and started apologising. "Gomen-nasi, I forgot about the rules."
"Iie, it doesn't matter. Rules are there, demo I've never force anyone to obey it. Is there something wrong?"
"Not really. Demo I've a question." Amara stood up, but still looked down, just did what other servants done, graced at the emperor's chest.
"Speak then."
"Ano… I've been told that um… I will be your concubine."
"Iie, iie." King Borque started laughing while waving his hand. "I'm too old for you. Iie, it's my son who you will get married to. You will meet him tonight. Demo I would like you to rest now and be prepared. Dursh and Yumi come forward." He summoned two servant; a young man around mid-twenty and a girl who couldn't be older than 13.
'It's him.' Amara immediately recognized the man name Dursh who wore an eyepatch on his left eyes.
"Princess, May I introduce you; Dursh and Yumi. Dursh is my son's general, assistances, and Yumi will be your personal maid. Just ask them with anything you needed. Now, I think it would better for you to rest." King Borque dismissed them. He could not help but stared her back. 'She's tough. She comes; even she thought she would be a concubine.'
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Three of them left the hall. Amara was supposed to follow them to her room. However, they were standing at the corridor, because Dursh had stared at her and lost in his thought. Of course she knew why. 'He acknowledges me.'
Yumi coughed and brought back the single eyed man's conscious. "Even if she is beautiful, she belongs to the prince, stop eyeing her, NOW."
"Gomen-nasai, demo your highness you look familiar. Strange, we shouldn't meet before."
"Iie, we met before." Amara said calmly.
"Huh?"
"In the battle field, you once commented that I've a girly sword." She tried to loosen the atmosphere with a smile, but it could not help at all. Their pass was very... complicated.
'It's him…her'Dursh was shocked, quickly clapped his mouth to prevent himself yelling. He did not know what to do, never-ever realize she was a lady, and worse of all, she will marry to his prince. "Gomen-nasai, I feel unwell and I have to leave now." Then, he turned around and gone.
Yumi tried to catch him but stopped by Amara. "It's very complicated, Onegai don't ask and let it be." Amara lifted her hand, place on Yumi's check and performed her famous charming smile. Although she wore a dress and her hair had grown to shoulder length, the smile she gave did not lost a slightly affection. Yumi's eyes had gone to pinkie heart shape. "Would you bring me to my room, Yumi-chan."
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"Amara-sama, here's your dinner." Yumi came with a tray which carried a big bowl; a fairly large one.
"Yumi-chan, could you remind me why I need to be locked at here?"
A sweat dropped on Yumi's head. 'Could she drop it? It's the third times she has asked me already.' She sighed and put the bowl on the table. "You are not locked in here Amara-sama. It's our tradition that the bride stays in the bedroom and waits for the groom."
Amara rolled her eyes. "So I wait for him to 'fuck' me while everyone else partying and having fun. If only they could keep their voice down, I wouldn't complain this much."
A bigger sweat dropped on Yumi's head. Amara was the first princess she met would say dirty words and she never thought a blue blood would say coarse language. "I will stay here with you. Don't be so sad."
"Iie, I want you to go and having fun. One person feel bored is more than enough." Then Amara stood up and pushed Yumi outside the bedroom. 'Well what should I do now?' She sauntered toward the table and studied the bowl which Yumi left. 'Is that what they eat; fruits, leaves and petals?' She picked a fruit which looked like potato with her finger tip, threw it into her mouth and chewing on it.
"It's good." Quickly she picked another one and ate it. It looked like potato but tasted like bread; a mini-dinner roll. The skin was crispy and crunchy while inside was soft and tender. She tried the leaves but they were nothing special. "Same as salad leaves."On the other hand the petals were the more interesting. They had identical colours, each with identical savor; the cherry one was sweet while the reddish one was spicy, baby-blue one was mint favour while the azure one was onion favour. Their texture was impressive; she had never eaten anything similar. It melted on her tongue while the favour accumulating her breath.
'This one is very attractive I wonder what it tastes like.' A petal which was violet with yellowish colour on the edges caught her attention. She placed it on her tongue. It tasted like… "Nattou!" she spat it out instantly. Grabbed a few more petals, be very careful that she would only picked the one she tasted before and pressed them onto her tongue, tried to cover previous taste. 'Why are they everywhere? Nattou, Nattou, Nattou I hate them. Even though I escape to here, they are still tracing me' She sighed.
Carrying the bowl with she arms, she approached to the window, opened it, and then she jumped and sitting on the window sill, all was being done in one smooth motion. 'Okay, you guys should back to the mother earth now.' Carefully she chose all those 'bad' petals and thought it outside the window, before she noticed snow fell again. 'It's snowing.' She stretched out her hand and letting the snowflakes accumulate on it. 'It's beautiful; I wish you could be with me, Michelle.'Gazing out from the window, she enjoyed the view while finishing off her dinner. She was too gratify on this moment, didn't realize a man had walked in and came near her.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Amara was shocked, accidentally loosened the bowl. It dropped, fell on the garden, luckily the ground was covered by snow which acted as a cushion, prevent it from breaking.
"Hay don't be scare, I bet you have been informed that you are not the only one who will sleep here." All he wanted was try to be friendly; breaking the ice. However it sounded completely different in Amara's ear.
'What does he mean, I'm chicken?' Amara narrowed her eye blows "I was lost in thought. I'll go and get it back." She stood on the floor and wanted to left, but she was stopped by a hand.
"Forget it. The maid will take care of it. That's what they paid for anyway."
'That's what they paid for? Spoil brat. Great I will spend the rest of my life with a spoil brat.'
"Um… your name is Amara right? I am Asker, Fighter Asker, just call me Asker." 'Smart ass, what's a great way to start a marriage, by telling her your name?' He slapped himself mentally.
"Asker…" The blonde paused since she disliked calling him by his first name. "Denka." 'That's much better.' "Maids are not slave. Don't make them do everything." Amara said with a low, cold voice. Then she left the raven hair man.
'What's wrong with her attitude? I only try to be nice.' Asker started taking off his suit, change into his pyjamas. Then he thrown himself on the bed and realized it had two pillows. "Hai, she will sleep with me." An evil idea popped in his mind. 'It would be amusing to fool her a bit.'
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Amara rushed out her (their) room, ran down the corridor when she turned the corner, she crashed and fell onto Yumi.
"Nani? Amara-sama? Isn't Prince Fighter back already? You…"
"The bowl was dropped at the garden; I just go and get it back."
"Oh." Yumi was surprised. She didn't understand why her princess would care about a bowl on her wedding night. "I can go and get it for you."
"Iie I would rather grab it myself. May be you could come with me."
"Hai, your highness."
"By the way, um… in the meal you brought me there were petals with violet colour and yellowish edge. What its name?"
"Menton, they call Menton, your highness."
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Yumi couldn't help but giggled uncontrollably. There were Menton's petals lying all over the area where the bowl landed. Obviously the blonde was the one who threw them away. Amara blushed slightly and said. "Don't you think it's better for them to go back to mother earth, rather than place on my tongue?"
Yumi giggled and replied. "You are nothing like any princess I have seen, your highness. Don't worry my princess. I promise I won't serve you these any more."
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After separated with Yumi, Amara went back to her room. She saw Asker laid on bed and thought him had already fallen asleep. Carelessly, she stripped off her clothe and began to swapped into her pyjama.
"You should let me undress you." Unexpectedly, the raven man had already sneaked near the blonde, whispered playfully in her ear and putting his hand on her waist. "Shall we start now?" Suddenly, he pushed the blonde forcefully which made her lost her balance and fell onto the floor. Without hesitation, the prince knelt down and then sat on top of her. He smirked and staring right into her emerald eyes.
Destination:Tokyo
Usagi stood at the auditorium, gazed at the stage disappointingly. "Everyone worried about you?" Suddenly, someone appeared behind her. Quickly she turned around and found out it was Haruka.
"Haruka-san, is it over, right?"
"Oh. Hai."
"YADAYADAYADAYADA…" Usagi was crying, yelling and sobbing at the same time which made Haruka hesitated, she didn't know what to do, her princess was crying in front of her.
"Come on…well I'm going to Michiru's dressing room. Do you want to come with me?" Immediately, Usagi glued herself on Haruka's arm and nodded at the same time, with puppy dog eyes.
'She's cute.'"Why are you late?" Haruka asked while they were on the way towards back stage.
"I took the wrong bus." Usagi answered with weak laugh; a typical Usagi's way.
"You should call me. I could come and pick you up. May be I should give you a ride next time."
"Next time? Michiru-san will give me free tickets on her next concert?"
"Of course she will. May be, before the concert…" Haruka leaned near Usagi and whispered in her ear. "We could have a date, alone, with only two of us."
Usagi blushed instantly; her face was reddish and burning. "Um…I…" Luckily, they had arrived; it meant she did not need to due with the flirt any more. Sometime, those flirting she received from the tomboy made her very confused and doubtful. They made her had the idea that the tomboy actually had feeling towards her. After all those times, her heart still reacted violently on those flirts; it beat so hard, almost like it wanted to jump out from chest. Indeed she didn't found them annoying. Mostly of the time, she wanted to enjoy. Sadly her identity didn't allow her. 'I have Mamoru who are my destiny partner. I can't choose any one but him.'
Haruka opened the door and said. "Michiru I'm coming in…" 'Who is that fucking dude?'She clenched her fist and gave him killing eyes sight.
Usagi found she had slightly fallen behind. As a result she hastened to the door and glanced in the dressing room. "Michiru-san. Oh? Seiya!"
"Odango. Well… Well you are with a good-looking guy." Seiya said with a contempt look on his face."
Usagi felt a bit angry on his comment. "Don't be rude. Haruka-san is…"
"…my important partner." Michiru interrupted.
"Oh? You are bad-natured, Michiru-san." He said with a mocked sad look, took his hand out from his pocket, lifted up and waited for a hand shake in the air. "Seiya Kou desu, yoroshiku."
Haruak swaggered to the ravel hair man. "Tenou Haruka desu, yoroshiku." She brought up her hand, instead of giving him a hand shake, she gave him a punch. However, Seiya acted as fast as her. He caught her fist. By the time they touched each other, there was an electric shock ran though their body. Within a second, Haruka had a flash back of her past life. Before that she could only remember fragments of it, now its crystal cleared, liked she had experience it as first person. 'Denka!'She narrowed her eyebrows, as she recognized who stood in front of her.
"Oh? Nice Greeting."
"Go away." She said with a low, deep, dangerous voice. Her eyes traced off to the back of Seiya, when he walked past her and left. She knew he had forgotten her. Those passion and enthusiasm had gone from the raven man. 'The way he looks at me is different. Although he shares the same soul and has same appearance, he is a different person now.' Her mind was empty, unsure what should she do next.
It was Michiru who brought back her conscious. "Jealous, are you?" Michiru smirked.
"Michiru, I…" She silenced by an index finger.
"Sh…." Michiru turned around, lifted up her hair. "Help me would you?"
Normally Haruka would unzip her partner and they will have a 'good time'. However today she was not in the mood. "Iie I think you are capable to change, ALONE."
"Nani?"
Haruka did not give any answer and left. Once she headed outside, she knelt down, her back met the wall and tears were falling down. 'Fuck, I become a walking fountain. Why am I acting this way? Why am I worried about it? Why do I care whether he is remembering the past? Even he remembers, so what, we aren't even friends. I won't give him a huge. For what he had done to me, I must hate him. I guess it's better this way; to pretend we are strange' She felt sick of her decision but she understood it's better to keep as a 'himitsu'. Then she buried her head in her hands and sobbing silently.