Twisted love story

Chapter 2: The rose knows

"And it's said that the prince still remains in the castle to this very day." Gail shook her head. Of course, her Uncle Kisuke would get the children to stop doing their chores just to listen to some story he had cooked up."And it's a true story too. I was friends with one of the guards in the castle before it was cursed. Comes to me one night and tells me that the prince and everyone else inside was turned into horrible creatures of the night." Kisuke went on, smiling and waving his fan. "Except for him. He got out before the curse had fully settled. Said he wasn't stepping a foot near it ever again." Gail rolled her eyes and returned to the dishes in the sink.

Her uncle just looked at her, grinning. "But he told me that once every six months, a beautiful virgin maiden is chosen by the village elders and sent to his lair, with hopes that the one he has been searching for will finally appear and ease his suffering."

BANG! BANG!

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The two children screamed, only to glare at gail as she held up a wooden spoon and copper pot. "That wasn't funny! You scared us!" The red haired shouted, picking up an old straw broom. "Sorry, jinta, but you were so into the story, I didn't think that you would come out. And you better not hit me or I'll get Mr. Tessai." Jinta quickly ran outside, furiously sweeping the front of the small shop.

"Aw, you scared my audience away." Her uncle whined, only to dodge a flying copper pot. The pot hit the wall with a loud bang before landing loudly on the floor. "Uncle, you should at least care a little about the shop. We barely get any customers." Gail turned away from the sink, drying her hands with her apron. "I'm aware of that my dear niece. That's why I'm going up north. If I can find us another small shop in the city, we'll be able to-"

"To what? Pay off the debt that we owe? Uncle, we're flat broke!"

Gail screamed, sending another pot flying at his head. Kisuke dodged it and grabbed his cane from behind him. Gail stopped, picking up the two pots and putting them back in the now cold dish water. "You have a point there, my dear niece, but we'll pay it off. And then we can get you some new clothes and a bigger house. We can leave this town and go anywhere we want to." Kisuke came up behind her, a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Even Paris?" She asked, reaching up to grasp his hand. "Even Paris. Hell, we can go all the way to England without a care in the world." Gail smiled at him. "Oh, uncle kisuke, what am I gonna do about you?"

"Besides worry about me? Well, maybe if you could go out tonight with your friends to the to- OWWWWW!" Kisuke held his head, biting his lower lip. "Why did you hit me with that pot?"

"Because of what you suggested. I'm not going to look like some gypsy by dancing around the town square and having HIM stare at me."

Gail huffed, grabbing her dark red shawl. "Gail, I know how much you hate him. And personally, I don't like him that much either. But, you should give him a chance." Kisuke muttered, diving under the table as another pot came flying at his head. "Just like your mother. Why not tell me to shut up instead of throwing pots?" Gail grinned slyly, slipping on her shoes.

"I'm practicing my aim."

Meanwhile in a dark creepy castle in the woods...

"It's been so long, hasn't it? So very long." A shadowed figure muttered, peering out of the dark curtains at the glow from the town. "I hope they send someone soon. It's very lonely up here." He sighed, glancing at the light blue rose. It hadn't had glowed when shown to the last five girls; what difference would it make with the sixth? The silver mirror glinted in the moonlight, attracting his attention. 'Might as well see what's going on.' He thought, holding it out before him. "Show me what's going on in the town." The mirror roared to life, revealing what he had expected. Men drinking, women dancing, enjoying themselves in the light of a large bonfire in the middle of the town square.

He couldn't help but smile as a young girl with long brown hair was being pestered by her friends to dance with them. 'She looks so pretty. I'm surprised if she hasn't any suitors.' His thought was interupted by a light blue glow, causing him to turn his attention from the mirror to the rose. 'It's reacting to the mirror. Has it found her?' He held out the mirror, hoping to find the girl again. The rose's glow got brighter, revealing the girl from before. "It's this girl? I wonder who she is." He asked, pointing at the mirror.

"Come on Gail, don't be so childish."

"I'm not childish, Sammy, I'm being practical."

"Who cares? You're a wonderful dancer!"

"But what about HIM? He'll see me!"

"And if he does, I'll send him somewhere else. You need to stop being paranoid."

"Fine. But if he tries to dance with me, he's getting smacked!"

"That pink haired bastard won't touch you, I promise."

"Whatever you say sammy."

The image vanished from the mirror. "Gail, is it? Well, what do you say we go meet her in person?" He muttered to the rose, who's glow had fadded to nothing. He smirked as he grabbed his cape from the back of a chair, quickly slicking his hair back. "Okay everyone, I'm going out. And the place had better not be destoyed when I come back." He shouted, slamming the door on his way out. "I hope they don't mind if I crash the party."

AN: I know it's short and no one's reviewed but I'm gonna keep this story going no matter how bad it is! But, can I have just one review? If you do, I'll give you a cookie!