I know, I know, you're thinking, "oh, kami, ANOTHER fiction to clog up updates?" BUT, I am here to inform you, this is a little drabble/one-shot/ficlet/ (maybe even a mini fic that's actually a mutli-chapter thing along the way somewhere…) to unclog updates by giving me random ideas when I get writer's block and/or feel lazy… and by shit, it actually works!
These all will take place in the Chibi Universe unless it says otherwise at the top!
Story 1
Part 1: Simply a Samurai
Occasionally, life could be incredibly boring. Not just a nothing-to-do boring, but one of those oh-God-this-is-killing-me-why-am-I-even-here boring moments.
Currently, Yuya Shiina, young princess and heir to the throne, was the latter. She scrunched her toes as she looked down at her books and slowly uncurled them. Why did she have to do this? Sure, she had to be educated to be the future ruler of her country, but . . . did she have to study up on all the martial arts techniques? She wasn't even allowed to practice them, so why tease, torment, and bore her by making her memorize them?
She much rather preferred her History lessons. They were very interesting to her and it fascinated her to read about the figures that helped shaped her country into the magnificent beauty that it was . . .
But she was too far advanced in those lessons for her age and far too behind in the study of martial arts, much to her displeasure. Every book on history had been taken away and she was forced to read this crap . . .
She sighed and flopped back onto her fluffy, thick futon. She closed her eyes and pictured herself being able to perform what she was currently studying and forbidden to do. She would love to sneak around and master these arts. Just like him . . .
There was a sharp tap at the paper door that led to her small balcony. She bolted upright in a heartbeat and stared at the sliding door. There was a hint of a shadow seeping through the thin paper and she thoroughly examined it before her heart skipped a beat.
Talk about speaking of the devil.
She hopped to her feet, tossed her books aside—secretly taking pleasure at hearing the dejected thus it made as it hit the ground—and scurried over to her door, flinging it open. She nearly squealed when she saw it was who she had assumed.
Standing with his arms crossed in a huffy manner with a sword strapped to his side was her savior. He was standing sideways, the sun playing with his ebony, unruly hair and shading half of his face.
"Kyo," she breathed, beaming.
He smirked and turned to face her when he saw he had her attention. "Well, look at this new kimono. You look good in pink." His voice was slightly sarcastic, but Yuya could tell he was actually being serious.
"My, my," she mimicked, crossing her arms playfully. "Look what Kyo dragged in. That black kimono really needs an adjustment." She knew she wouldn't abash him in the least by this comment, even though he was a poor commoner and his kimono—while lovely on him—was really aging.
Kyo gave her a look. "Does someone need an attitude adjustment?"
Yuya giggled. "Nah, the only thing that needs adjusting around here is you."
Kyo gave her a half-hearted glare, blood-red eyes narrowing. "Well, then," he said and then picked her lightly up off her feet and placed her on his shoulder. "Someone needs a little fresh air to clean out their brain which is full of false conclusions."
"Oo," Yuya cooed, stifling another giggle as Kyo jumped over the railing and started for the trees where their private clearing was—the clearing where Yuya sat and watched as Kyo trained to be the greatest swordsman ever. "Where do you learn all these new, fancy words? 'Conclusion'? I didn't know you had it in you—Hey!" she protested as Kyo sharply veered to the left where a small lake lay nearby. "Don't you dare, Kyo! I'm not in the mood to get wet!" Despite her words, she was giggling again.
"Oh, of course fair maiden," Kyo replied in a false high-class accent. "I'm not going to get you wet"—he stopped at the bank of the small lake—"I'm going to get you soaked." And then he tossed her in so she landed in the deeper area.
She came up sputtering. "Kyo!" she finally cried. "You are so going to pay."
"And how do you plan to do that?" he asked quite smugly from the shore since she was flapping around as she tried to get out and he was standing on firm ground, quite dry.
She pulled herself up onto the bank that turned to mud beneath her wet, dripping body and turned to face him, cheeks flushed from the excitement, and her kimono sticking to her like a second skin. Kyo's cheeks grew a small hint of pink, which went unnoticed by Yuya.
"You look like a poor, sad puppy," Kyo commented.
Yuya couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst out laughing. "Oh, yeah?" she managed through giggles.
"Yes, it's an extremely sad sight to see,Princess." He smirked.
It was then that this particular princess pushed a particular orphaned boy who hoped to be a samurai into the lake.
She couldn't help but burst out laughing again. Kyo, the simple samurai, always knew just what she needed and when she needed it. Her warm feelings that were more than just friendship welled up in her.
Kyo, while simply a samurai—or a future samurai—was her samurai.
He was her Kyo.
That was just how she liked it.
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Just to let you know, I know that the real Kyo really has red hair as well as red eyes, but his Kyoshiro form makes such a better chibi! Squee!
And now that I've got all sorts of ideas in my head, I'm ready to write, write, write! There'll be hundreds of chapters up in the next few days, I bet! …Okay, maybe not that many… And more kawaii drabbles/ficlets/etc. will come when I'm having a hard time getting words on paper:) Or when I feel there needs to be some good ole Yuya/Kyo goodness! ;)
Oh, and this whole thing is titled "Princess in Pink" because, even though some of these drabbles/whatever you want to call them are little continuations of the manga, Yuya wears pink and is metaphorically a princess in these. Walla. It all cornalicious (corny), but deal with it for me, okay?
Lotsa lub,
Sayo
