So… I have 200 views on my story :3 this makes me happy. I also realize that I forgot to do the disclaimer in the last chapter. However, none of the guys want to do it for me *sigh* oh well.
DISCLAIMER: I will never own Ghost Hunt (TT^TT)
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Three days later, after sunset, two people could be seen leaving the castle through a side gate past the royal garden, though only the king and queen saw them leave, taking with them their only joy and light.
And so, seventeen and a half years past, neither long nor fast, but the princess's eighteenth birthday neared closer, and judging by how clouded and foreboding witch Masako's domain stayed, all knew the princess was well. This greatly displeased Masako.
"Nearly eighteen years; and none of you have found a trace of her, correct?" She stated. A majority of her minions nodded. "I see." She raised her staff and a few unlucky fronternmost minions were electrocuted. The witch rose menacingly, despite her height.
"Tell me EXACTLY where you've been searching! NOW!" She screamed. One bravely (or stupidly) came forward.
"We- we searched every town, every house, all th- the c-cribs, and"– the minion stopped at Masako's raised hand.
"Did you say," she started calmly, "cribs?" The minion nodded. The witch closed her eyes and sat on her "throne". Then, her shoulders started shaking. And then, the strangest sound was heard:
Laughter.
Now, coming from anyone else, it would have sounded melodious, but this is Masako, so it scared the minions. Nervously, they started laughing as well, to not incur the witch's wrath.
"C-cribs!" Masako gasped in her laughter. "The entire time, searching for a baby!" Her laughter came out harder. The minions were soon beside themselves with giggles and snorts and bruised sides.
Suddenly, Masako stopped and her face curled into a dangerous, murderous mask.
"Morons," she whispered. "Imbeciles, idiots, FOOLS!" With each word, her voice grew louder and more venom poured in. In her rage, she struck down more and more minions. Scared, they scrambled away from her. Though still angry, she lowered her arms, and spoke:
"Find a girl, close to eighteen, hair colored like dirt and skin fair. GO!" She screamed. They fell over themselves to carry out her orders. She sat down, exhausted, formulating how to find the girl…
Somewhere in the forest, oblivious to the world a girl with short, brown hair and chocolate eyes was performing her daily chores of dusting, sweeping, and laundry. She didn't mind; in fact, she loved her chores; she loved her guardians, her house, and her life. Never would she change it.
"Mai~!" Hearing her name, she was drawn from the fireplace.
Mai approached the voice and found the first of her guardians, Madoka Mori, whom of which was currently holding a basket.
"We've seem to have run out of herbs," Madoka sheepishly answered Mai's questioning expression. "I need rosemary, thyme, applethorn, and orange blossoms," she smiled.
Mai sighed. "This is because you keep insisting on cooking so extravagantly," she faked exasperation.
Madoka pouted a little, then smirked. She opened her mouth to make a retort, but a different voice beat her to it.
"Mai, you know you love her 'extravagant' cooking, so go."
Turning, the girls found the voice's owner: it was Lin Koujo, Mai's other guardian. He was in charge of hunting.
At hearing this comment, Mai smirked, which changed to a smile.
"I know," she replied. Turning back to Madoka, she grabbed the basket and hugged the older woman, who returned the hug.
Releasing Madoka, Mai ran out the door, calling, "See ya, Aunt Mori, Uncle Koujo!"
Madoka returned the call, but the girl was too far to hear it. She lowered her hand and smiled sadly. Lin came up behind her and patted her shoulder, looking out at the forest.
"Don't worry, we still have time with her left," he stated, a hint, a HINT, of sadness in his tone (but he'll never admit it, Mr. Stoic).
Madoka nodded. "I know," she breathed, sadness coloring her voice.
In the forest…
Mai headed towards her favorite applethorn patch, humming along the way. She always loved singing, though was never confident in her abilities. The animals seemed to like it enough, because they always come near. Mai never found it weird since they had been doing so since she found her voice.
She reached the little patch and started plucking and pruning, still humming non-sensical tunes. Never did she think that anyone, other than her guardians, would be close enough to hear her…
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Oooh, is somebody new in the forest? Will she be okay? Yes I realize that this is a short chapter today, but I don't feel like typing a whole lot more. So, if you all love me (or are just kind enough), please review *begging eyes* please?
P.S: I'm sorry this chapter wasn't updated yesterday, but FF wouldn't let me reach the page that would let me update the story, so now here it is!
