Kuki Enchanted Chapter 20: Kuki's Letter, a codename: kids next door fanfic

Kuki's Letter

I hope this chapter turns out good, everyone who knows me know that i'm not good at conveying emotions of any type. My past love life's have ended in disaster (EN: E-Kind of my fault…) which kinda closes me out of love. So that's why I enlisted the help of my some of my friends at school, mainly my bgff (best girlfriend forever), Emily, for help, who told me to think about our Klaine role-play during school and have the mind set of WWKHD? Which is short for What Would Kurt Hummel Do? So that's what I did. I made is seem like it was Blaine or Emily writing the letter to Kurt or me. It helped some, but then I went to ask my sister, Emma, for help, and help she did provide.

Disclaimer: I sooo own Codename: Kids Next Door and Ella Enchanted just like I own my own house that I share with Draco Malfoy on Mars that is within flying distance to Pigfarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

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(I highly doubt we need this but you never know) Previously on Kuki Enchanted:

I remember the date of Wally's next letter. It arrived exactly one month after my 17th birthday; we had been writing to each other for just about a year. Kami received the letter in the morning, but I could not read it at all that day. Sir Monty had me cleaning windows at dawn, and at lunch Ace ordered me to fetch his shoes from the cobbler. When I delivered them to him, he made me polish all his shoes and boots and sat leering at me the whole time, making my skin crawl. By the time I was finished, it was late evening, and Kami was just washing the last of the dishes. I took the letter up to my room, lit a candle, and broke the seal on the envelope.

Dear Kooks,

I like to think I am a patient person. I confess that your letters torment me; corresponding with you is an exercise in particularly painful frustration. I am currently fighting the urge to saddle my horse and ride day and night to Frell so I can demand an explanation.

Your letters are thoughtful, playful, funny, and interesting. You offer me incredible insights into my life and thoughts and experiences. I am always elated when a new letter arrives, but I inevitably end up disappointed. You share nothing of your day to day life with me, not really. This I do not mind; I am intrigued by the mystery of it, and enjoy guessing based on what little you do share.

You like me. You would not waste time or paper on a being you did not like. However, I think I have loved you since we met at your father's funeral. They were wet with tears as you stood, beautiful and remarkable, underneath a willow tree in the old castle's graveyard two years ago. But more than the beauty of your eyes, I was captivated by the soul in them, and have remained so ever since. They seemed to hold a thousand stories to tell, and to this day, I ache to hear them all.

I want to be with you forever and beyond, but you write that you are too young to marry or too old or too short or too hungry — until I crumple your letters up in despair, only to smooth them out again for a twelfth reading, attempting to read in between the lines for some secret meaning that I, ever the masochist, convince myself I will find, if only I am clever and resourceful enough.

I longed to confess my love for you since the night of your mother's wedding, when you told me you would not kiss me. I could not force the words out; you seemed so vulnerable and frightened. That moment was one of the most painful in my life. To see you hurting so much, and I did not know why or how to help. For all the power my status grants me, I felt like a centaur colt, stupidly staring and completely useless in the face of your pain. I felt terrible that I had caused you to feel in such a way, and I was so relieved when you seemed to recover soon after. Still, I longed to tell you of my feelings, but found myself a coward after such a botched attempt.

After spending a great deal of time in Ayortha, Father has become a fair deal more open minded. He often asks if there is a lady who has struck my fancy. I tell him no. It is a matter of pride; I do not want him to know of my affection if my feelings are not reciprocated.

I am certain that if you were to meet them, you would have Father, as well as Mother, Joey and Sydney, falling in love with you, just as I have.

I cannot even picture what our wedding would look like, because I know you would plan something far more immaculate and beautiful than I could imagine. I only know that I can imagine your face (which, I must confess, would be the only thing I would look at the entire time), fair and beautiful and radiant. What a wonderful wife you shall one day be, whomever you choose to wed, and at whatever age. And what a magnificent king, if I were lucky enough to be your choice! Who else has your voice? Your humour? Your wit? Your compassion? I could endlessly list all your virtues, but I'd rather omit them, in favor of you finishing this letter and responding just that much sooner.

I call upon whatever patience is left in me and anxiously await your reply.

Love (you cannot imagine the catharsis I feel to actually pen the word), love, a thousand times love,

Wally

I gaped at the page. Read it again, not believing what I was reading. And gaped again. In my daze, I noticed that my sooty thumb had left marks on the letter.

He loved me. He'd loved me as long as he had known me! I hadn't loved him as long, but now I loved him equally well, or better.

I loved his laugh, his handwriting, his steady gaze, his honorableness, his freckles, his appreciation of my jokes, his hands, his determination that I should know the worst of him. And, most of all, shameful though it might be, I loved his love for me.

I held back tears of joy as I reread every word of Wally's love for me. He loved me! He loved me! I stood up and did a little jig around my room. Grinning like the Cheshire cat from my favorite story entitled Alice In Wonderland. I could marry Wally and live with my love. I could leave Sir. Montgomery and his spawn. No one could give me orders. Henrietta would have hated for me to evade my obedience by rising above it. And even Kami would be surprised by this method of ending the curse.

I extracted a piece of paper from the hiding place at the bottom of my wardrobe, where Fanny's gifts and Wally's past letters laid.

I flew back to my desk, eager to reply to Wally as soon as I could so that he need not wait longer than need be for my reply to his proposal.

Dearest Wally, darling Wally, beloved Wally,

You cannot know the immense happiness that I feel right now! I love you too! Though I did not love you when we first met, but I have felt my feeling for you changing through all the courses of our meeting. I have felt myself falling more and more in love with you. When you were writing about Ywendy, I felt jealous of her, but the jealousy resided when you spoke of your conversations with me. Of course, I will marry you! I want nothing more than to marry you right now. How soon do you return to Frell? I will be the first one in line to await your return only for me to go flying into your arms.

I stopped writing for a moment in thought. I would have to rummage through my Aunt Morgan's old things. I clearly could not go to the castle dressed in my maid's uniform. Kami would have to convince Sir Montgomery to let me go to the market with her. But I did know how hard it would be for me to find things for me to wear by rummaging through Aunt Morgan's wardrobe. I knew well enough that she did not own a lot of dresses, but preferred to wear pants. Like the boys. However, I knew when she attended school her mother, my grandmother, Natsume, would force her to wear dresses. I was sure I could. Find something to accommodate my needs.

My excitement only grew stronger has I continued writing.

It's hard to believe that you, a prince, would love someone like me, a mere commoner. Can you imagine the disappointment of the many other young ladies wanting you to be their husband? You love me! I still cannot get used to the idea. Oh dear Wally, please return soon. I am very excited to marry you and get to tell you how much I love you every day for the rest of my life.

I love you! I seem not to be able to stop telling you now. And my dearest Wally for that is what you are. My Wally now and forever. Our wedding will be amazing not because of decorations or the guests invited, but because it's the day I officially become your wife and I, if you have not already figured it out, I have chosen you and at the perfect ago of seventeen and now eager to marry, which is now, so please hurry back. I will be waiting with a heart full of love and open arms.

More than a Million times Love,

Kuki

I closed the paper and slid it into an envelope. Jumping up and down. I had to tell Kami!

And tell Kami I did!

I exited my room and walked the short distance to Kami's quarters. Knocking on the door excitedly as Jack passed by.

"Hi, Jack!" I said, giddy and bouncing on the balls of my feet.

"You okay, Kuki?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm perfectly fine!" I said happily, as he gave me another strange look and continued on his way.

"Kuki! What is the matter!" Kami asked as she opened the door.

I ushered her back inside and closed the door behind me, "Oh Kami! I am so happy!" I said, giving her a bone breaking hug.

"What has gotten into you, child?" Kami asked me.

"I'm getting married!" I shouted with Glee.

Kami's eyes widened, "Your mother did not find you another groom, did she?" She asked.

"No, no, no!" I said, laughing at Kami. "It's someone who I love! It's Wally! He asked me to marry him!" I said and Kami broke out into a huge smile.

"That is wonderful, sweetie!" She said giving me a big hug. "I'm so happy for you!" and together we hugged.

Okay, I hope you enjoyed it!

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What is this! A surprise for you dear readers! A preview of this from Wally's perspective! You should read it!

"WALLY!" Came the shout of my little sister, Sydney, as she came running into my room. She pounced on top of me and began to jump up and down on my bed.

"Syd..." I mumbled as I buried my head further into my pillow, where Kuki's latest letter laid under. "It's way to early for this." I complained.

"Fine..." she said, ceasing her jumping "I guess you don't want your letter from Kuki..." she taunted. At the sound of my loves name, my head shot up. Only for Sydney to begin to run away.

"Hey!" I shouted to my sister as I began to run after her. She started running down the stairs two at a time. I quickly mounted the banister and slid after her. Meeting her at the bottom and snatching the letter out of her hands. I quickly retreated to my room and locking the door behind me. I slowed my breathing and walked to my desk, sat down and opened Kuki's latest letter to me:

Dear Wally,Things in Frell have been quite calm as of late. The Crazy Cabbage Chum has not had a misfortune for a month, I believe it to be a new record, wouldn't you agree?I must say, living with the Uno's has been quite hard. They are always around, though i seem to have made a friend in Nigel, sharing an alike disdain for our brother.I visited Apple last week, he has grown into a beautiful centaur, I hope to show him to you when you return to Frell.As for your question in your last letter, I am too tired to marry at present times. Sir Monty has had many extravagant parties as of late and I am beyond tired to move for playing host to the large bands of guests that walk through the manor house now a days.Your very tired friend,Kuki

I crumpled up the letter. I was frustrated with Kuki. Frustrated that she would never give me a straight answer. Just as quickly as I crumpled up the letter I had smoothed it out again. Rereading her letter for what must have been the twelfth time. Rereading it for some hidden meaning.

But there was none that I could fine. Sighing, I opened my desk and extracted my parchment and quill and thought about how I would pen my response to her.

"JUST TELL HER THAT YOU LOVE HER, ALREADY WALLABEE!" Came the shout of my sister through the door. "Life is short, and you don't know if anyone as good as Kuki Sanban will ever come again. Take a chance!" Sydney's words rang loud and clear to me. She was right, for once. Life was short, and I knew for a fact that no one as good as Kuki would ever come around again. It was up to the risks that were made that kept our world going. If I didn't take my chance now, I may possibly loose Kuki forever. I had to take a chance. I was sure that she liked me! She would not waste paper and ink on someone she didn't like.

I took a deep breath, wondering what I could possibly write to her, and then settled for stating the truth to her. The truth being that I was in love with her. The truth being that I wanted to marry her.

Dear Kooks,

I am certain that if you were to meet them, you would have Father, as well as Mother, Joey and Sydney, falling in love with you, just as I have.

I call upon whatever patience is left in me and anxiously await your reply.

Love (you cannot imagine the catharsis I feel to actually pen the word), love, a thousand times love,

Wally

When I was done I sighed in relief, happy that I had finally told Kuki of my feelings for her, I only hoped that she would reciprocate them. I folded the letter and placed in into an envelope, addressing it to Kami Drilovsky like Kuki had asked me too.

I placed it on the desk, determined to deliver it to the postal service when I went out today.

I hope you liked it! Please review by clicking that little button! Oh, and the person who gives me my 100th review on this story will win a one-shot for any pairing! So review! Please! Hopefully I can have the next chapter up soon! So, if you guys enjoyed that little excerpt from Wally's Point of View, would you enjoy a story about this only from Wally's perspective or a Story about this one only with missing scenes. I'm sure some of you would like to see what went on with Jack and Eva... (I said a bang bang, bangity bang, bang bang bangy bangity bang. I said a bang bang, bangity bang, bang bang bangy bangity bang. I said a bang bang, bangity bang, bang bang bangy bangity bang.) Hehehehe, anyways please review!

Thank again Emma, for helping me with Kuki's reply!

Love you all,

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