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Chapter 7: Uzura
The three children were obviously surprised as their Mother's words slowly sank in.
In a faraway place...
An eccentriclly dressed old man watched them all through what appeared to be a magical gear. He was chuckling to himself, amused at their situation.
"See now? Things don't always work out the way they should," he grinned, "That's what makes the story. Isn't that right, my foolish decendants?"
In the strange, dark place filled with moving gears, another figure appeared. She was a puppet-like girl with seafoam green hair and royal blue eyes. Her age was somewhere in the pre-teen range, though she ran with her arms held outward like an energetic child pretending to be a bird.
"Hello Drosselmyer zura," she said as she came up from behind the elderly man, "Whatcha doin zura?"
Hastily the old man made the gear vanish, then turned to face her, "Why, hello there Uzura-chan. I was wondering where you'd run off to."
"...are you hiding something zura?" the girl looked at him in suspicion.
"Now, now, would I hide something from you?" he asked, "In any case, where were-"
"Tell me zura," Uzura ordered, apparently knowing him too well to be fooled.
"...I'm afraid I can't," he said with false regret, "You'll have to discover it on you own."
"Tell me now zura!" she yelled, pulling forward the drum she'd had strapped to her back and banging on the instrument loudly.
The sound was too much for the old man's ears, "Fine, FINE! Just stop that horrible racket!"
She stopped, "Tell me the truth now zura."
Drosselmeyer sighed theatrically, "Yes, yes, I'll tell you...or rather, I'll show you."
He pulled up the gear that held the image of everyone in the castle conference room. The puppet-like girl's eyes widened when she saw Fakir was there.
"It appears the seeds you planted all those years ago sprouted too early," he grinned, "Don't you think so too, Edel-san?"
The puppet-like girl frowned at him.
"This tale will be a happy one, Drosselmeyer-san," a more mature voice came from the girl's mouth, "I will ensure that."
The girl turned on her heal, and skipped away with a simply, "Bye-bye Drosselmyer-zura. Me-zura and Other Me-zura are going to see everyone-zura!"
She vanished into the darkness, leaving Drosselmyer alone once more.
"She always, always, ALWAYS has to take the real fun out of it~!" he pulled at the sides of his hat angrily, "Even if she does cause rather interesting plots at times, she just gets in the way~!"
He ground his teeth, "No fair, no fair. Things have been too boring..."
Suddenly, he grinned, "Though this unexpected twist might prove interesting...let's see what will happen, hmm?"
His aged chuckle echoed throughout the eery place.
Back at the castle...
"...Roxanne was...a duck?" Alphonse asked, looking at his sister as if she might have feathers hidden somewhere, "So that's why she makes those weird noises when she trips?"
Clearly he'd taken the information rather well. Though the adults of the room weren't completely sure if they should consider that a blessing.
"I-I do not!" Roxanne blushed in embarrasment.
Veronica glared at Alphonse, but she didn't, or couldn't, argue on that point. Probably the later, "Alphonse, that was before she was born as our sister. She's not a duck anymore."
The violet eyed princess seemed to take the infomation well, and in a mature fashion. This was a relief to everyone except Fakir, who was surprised at the realization that she was almost like a miniature Rue with Mytho's white hair.
It was at this time the door to a grandfather clock across the room suddenly opened. While everyone looked at it with a start, Uzura popped out as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Hello zura!" the puppet-like girl smiled cheerfully.
A certain pair of blue eyes rolled upward, and the owner of those eyes fainted.
"Roxanne?" Rue asked as her daughter went limp in her arms, "Roxanne!"
Roxanne, Ahiru reborn, had had an emotionally exhuasting day, and seeing a girl pop out of a clock had been the final blow.
"...was it something I said zura?" Uzura asked in concern.
Alphonse's eyes couldn't have been any larger, and Veronica looked like she felt like following her sister's example.
"U...Uzura?" Fakir gasped at the puppet-like girl.
"Fakir zura!" the girl laughed as she ran up to him, and with an energetic leap she glomped him, "Uzura missed you zura!"
Fakir held her instinctively, but with the hold she had around his neck he needn't have bothered, "Uzura...you're...much heavier than before..."
"Yep, I'm heavier now zura!" Uzura chirped happily, finally letting go of his neck so he could put her down, "Did you sleep well zura?"
"Y-yes, I suppose I did..." Fakir said, though by this point he was tired again already.
"It's...been awhile Uzura-chan," Autor said, pushing up his glasses, "Really, don't you think you could have used the door?"
"Oooooh~" Uzura ignored him in favor of skipping past him and around the table to get a closer look at the children, "They've grown so much since last time zura!"
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Autor scolded her.
"I'm Uzura zura," Uzura smiled at Veronica, who was closest, "You don't remember me zura. But I saw you when you were this big zura!"
Then she scurried behind Rue and Mytho's chairs to pop up beside Alphonse.
"And you were this big zura!" Uzura's hands moved closer together, indicating Alphonse's size when she'd last seen him.
"...she hasn't changed at all..." Autor seethed, though he was pretty much ignored by everyone.
"Uzura, it's good to see you," Rue said, "But I'm afraid you'll have to excuse the children now. They've had more than enough for one day."
"Oh, that's too bad zura..." Uzura said.
Alphonse looked at her, "Ah, but ma-"
"You will stay in your room for the rest of the day, Prince Alphonse," Rue said, giving him a stern look, "I still need to choose a suitable punishment for you."
As her mother stood, so did Veronica, "What about me mother? Should I return to my daily lessons now?"
"That won't be nessasary," Rue told her, "Your lessons can wait untill tomorrow."
Alphonse glared at his sister for getting a free day.
"Would you rather I watch over Alphonse and Roxanne instead?" Veronica asked sweetly.
Alphonse stiffened.
"That would be wonderful," Rue smiled at her, "You're such a responsible girl."
Alphonse tensly met Veronica's gaze. She smiled at him, apparently very happy for some reason. He had a feeling he knew the reason.
"Oh," Rue said in surprise as she took a step with Roxanne in her arms, "My, how fast they grow..."
"Oh, I can carry her for you, Rue," Mytho was quick to offer.
"Oh Mytho, would you?" Rue smiled at him greatfully, then looked of the the side with what appeared to be regret, "I was going to carry her to the bedroom by myself..."
Autor shook his head while Fakir's eye twitched just the slightest bit.
"I'll take care of that," Mytho said, gingerly lifting Roxanne into his arms.
"Thank you darling," Rue kissed him on the cheek.
Uzura's eyes brightened at the affectionate guesture.
Veronica shared a look with her mother, her violet eyes inquisitive. Rue slyly tapped a finger to her lips, and her daughter nodded.
"You're so strong father," Veronica commented sweetly.
"Of course he's strong!" Alphonse told her, oblivious to the ways of women.
"Now, now," Mytho said, feeling both pleased and embarrased from all the complements.
"I'll see you later, Fakir," Mytho said, then thought, "Goodbye...Autor."
'My name isn't hard to remember...' Autor frowned, "Farewell, Your Highness."
"Ah, later..." Fakir said, stepping forward to get the doors.
"Oh, Alphonse, would you get the door for father?" Veronica said before Fakir got there, "Since you're stronger than a girl like me?"
The boy seemed a bit confused, both sensing a trap and not wanting to loose his masculine pride. In the end though, he opened the door when he saw Fakir comming. He glared at Fakir, who glared right back.
"Thank you, dear brother," Veronica smiled sweetly as she passed him.
He made a face at her, and didn't notice that Uzura had appeared beside him. Bending down, Uzura kissed him on the cheek.
"Good job zura!" she cheered, wearing a happy smile.
Till The Next Chapter...
Oh Uzura...lol. The next chapter may or may not be slow in comming...I might have to start updating every other day instead of everyday...but I'll see if I can continue going everyday first :D.