Inspired by s2lou-chan's most recent post and the thought "What if they were like us?"
"If I write a story, would you read it?" Ayumi asks one day, al smiles and innocence and he looks at her in confusion but smiles nonetheless.
"Of course."
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Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess. She was different from other princesses because she was not locked in a tower of any sort and she was not in a any sort of magical sleep and her parents were both her real parents and they both loved her very very much. But she had a problem. She had no knight in shining armor to be her husband. All she had was a prince who she didn't know much about.
"What's your favorite color?" she asked.
"Red." He answered with the strangest of smiles and she felt she missed some sort of joke as he walked away.
"Where do you come from?" she asked.
"Far away." he answered and his mouth turned down into a dark frown.
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"In a way, you could say." He answered and the look on his face broke her heart.
She watched the prince day in and day out and only became more confused. The only other person he played with was one of her ladies in waiting, a blonde girl who was quiet but kind, and the princess thought that he might like this girl instead of her. But she watched more and saw that he was almost always with another, older princess who was already promised to someone else and thought he might even like this princess instead of her.
In the end, all the princess could figure out was that, no matter who he liked, it wasn't her and she was sad. But then her knight in shining armor finally showed up and they rode off into the sunset together.
And they all lived Happily Ever After.
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Conan felt guilty for a long time afterwards and found himself asking the kami if only they would make sure that her knight really did show up, if he didn't, Conan wouldn't be able to live with himself.
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"Hey, Conan, if I wrote a story, would you read it?" Ran asked one day as she cooked supper to the music of her father's drunken laughter in the next room over.
"Of course, Ran-neechan." He answered and felt he knew where this was going.
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High upon a hill
Wear the grass floats in the sky
Sat the strangest rock you would ever see
Blue and black and brown and red all swirled together
It was said, when the world was created
The moon and the ocean were lovers
But they'd become separated
And at night, under the watchful eye of the lover she couldn't touch
The ocean washed up on to the hill and dyed the rock with the colors of her tears
So that the other spirits could see her sadness
The other spirits couldn't help them
But they all got together and made it so that the moon pushed and pulled the ocean
So that they would still need each other
Even though they were so far apart
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"So, how was it, Conan-kun?" Ran asked anxiously, wringing her hands as the boy read it.
He smiled brightly at her. "It was great, Ran-neechan! How did you write this?"
"Oh, it just came to me. I'm glad you liked it!"
Conan just retreated to his room and cried quietly until his eyes ran dry.
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"Here." Ai said, shoving a paper in his hands.
"Wha-." He started, fumbling to keep his hold on the paper lest it flutter to the ground and force him to pick it up.
"I don't write stories." She said and walked away.
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Green leaves far from home
Fell from branches too early
Trod by dirty feet
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Conan banged his head against his desk and told himself that if anyone approached him with a sheet of paper he would tear it into tiny pieces and not feel remorse.
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