Summary: A Cinderella story with a SxF twist.
Disclaimer: I do not own Spy x Family and its lovable characters. Just this overused plot.
Rewrite the Stars
Chapter 2: The Orphan Girl
Anya was finally in town as she wiped the sweat on her forehead. She walked from the orphanage to the town and it took her almost an hour to get there.
Anya knew she needed to buy the vegetables fast so she could make it home before dinner. Ms. Bennet would be sad if she served her dish without the vegetables to the kids. She loves the kids in the orphanage like her own. Like how Anya likes to take care of them, too.
She strolled a little bit before she reached the public market. At the sight of her, the vendor behind the vegetable stall smiled at her.
"If it's not our dear Anya!" The old man with a mustache greeted when she got in front of him.
Anya gave a sheepish smile to him as she bowed to the old man. "Hi, Mr. Dan. It's been a while."
Mr. Dan nodded. "Indeed. How may I help you, dear Anya?" He asked while showing her his fresh produce in the stall. It was afternoon but they still looked fresh.
Anya smiled as she answered, "I need potatoes and carrots, Mr. Dan."
Mr. Dan quickly gathered the vegetables, put them in a bag, and handed them to the pink-haired lady. "That's 8 dalcs for you, young lady."
Anya widened her eyes at the full bag of potatoes and carrots as she gave the money to the old man. "This is generous of you, Mr. Dan. Thank you so much."
Mr. Dan just smiled. "Anything for our dear Anya and the kids in the orphanage. I'll see you soon again, eh?"
Anya nodded as she smiled widely. "Of course! Have a pleasant afternoon, Mr. Dan!"
Anya bowed again to the good vendor as she hopped happily toward the direction of the butcher's stall. If her afternoon continued to get lucky, she might get a good price of the meat from there too. Smiling, she headed towards its direction.
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Anya winced as a small rock hit her arm. Then small giggles followed after. She squinted her eyes at the little boys and girls dressed poorly in the corner who were toothlessly grinning at her. Some boys were holding fishing rods while some girls were holding buckets as well.
"Hey, you little rascals..." Anya whispered as she slowly walked in their direction, playfully.
They all giggled as they playfully ran away from her but crashed into a young woman holding multiple pretty boxes who just come out from the seamstress shop.
"Ouch! You rats!" The young woman cursed as she was helped quickly by the other two women behind her. All were dressed prettily. The woman then looked horrified at her dress getting dirtied from her fall and the few boxes of her clothes on the ground. "Look what you had done, you little scums!"
The kids were scared and frozen on their feet as they looked down, tears in their eyes.
"This is why we should not shop around here! Lots of little beggars roaming around." The young woman still nagged while the other two women behind her agreed.
Anya frowned as she stepped in front of the kids. "They didn't mean it. They're just kids." She stated.
The young woman raised a brow at her. "Who are you? Their mother?" She then eyed Anya from head to foot. "Of course, you are. You're dressed as ugly."
Anya sighed as she bent down to pick up the boxes on the ground.
The woman shrieked. "Don't touch them! You'll soil them with your dirty hands!"
Anya let go of the boxes quickly, scowling.
The other woman behind the nasty woman whispered but enough for Anya to hear.
"Matilda, stop it, the people are looking at us." She informed, uncomfortably.
Matilda looked around and indeed, they were the center of attention from the commotion. She then flipped her hair back as she pushed Anya on the shoulder harshly making her hair ornaments and produce bag fall on the ground, the vegetables rolling on the dirt.
Matilda smirked as she announced, "Let's go, ladies. I don't want to stay breathing the same air as these beggars." And she marched towards her waiting carriage along with the other two.
"Tch." The seamstress who saw the commotion glared at Anya and to the kids. "Get out of here. You're making me lose customers!" She huffed as she slammed the door hard.
The other people who saw the scene just shook their heads.
"Eden brats. What do you expect?"
They said as they continued what they were doing before the commotion.
Anya sighed as she shook her head. The rich really can be...
"Here."
A hand with a potato was offered to Anya as she looked up from picking the vegetables on the ground.
The owner of the hand was a young man, with a mop of raven-black hair and a weathered farmer's hat perched atop his head, who appeared to be around her age. His hazel eyes furrowed as he waited for Anya to receive his hand but she, in turn, just stared at him.
She couldn't read him...
"Are you okay, miss?" He asked, frowning now.
Anya snapped out of her reverie, swiftly grabbing back her hair ornaments and securing them in her hair. She then retrieved the remaining scattered vegetables from the ground before finally accepting the potato offered by the young man.
Anya stood up and looked at the guy who gave her a perplexed look. Even without reading his mind, she could tell what was in his mind right now - 'What a weird girl.'
"Thanks." She said, smiling now.
"Hn." The guy nodded as he looked at the kids who still seemed scared from being shouted by the higher class. "Are these your kids?"
The thought of thinking the guy was nice was gone in Anya's mind as she glared at him. "Do I look like a mother?" She snapped.
It didn't sound right to her as she's a teenager like this guy as well. Geez, does she look that old?
The guy raised his brows as he prepared to say something else when the kids ran to the pink-haired girl.
"Anya-nee!"
"We're so sorry, Anya-nee!"
"We didn't mean to bump into the witches, Anya-nee!"
They were hugging her too as the guy looked at them, fascinated.
Anya smiled at them as she patted their heads.
"There, there, it's okay." She hushed to the crying little kids. "Just don't run around in front of the stores again." She comforted them.
They all nodded as they released her from their hugs.
Anya smiled as she grabbed a couple of potatoes and carrots from her bag and gave them to the kids who beamed in happiness they excitedly grabbed it from her and they quickly left, waving animatedly to the girl.
Anya was still smiling looking at them as the guy who was watching the whole thing shook his head
He then faked a cough. "So, you're not their mother." Out of nothing to say.
Anya scowled at him. "Obviously."
He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, tipping his farmer's hat in her direction. "Enjoy the rest of your day then," he uttered before turning his back and strolling towards an adjacent alley.
Anya quickly noticed something as she followed the guy and tugged something from his head.
"Wha-" the guy was surprised as he looked back at the pink-haired lady.
Anya frowned as she looked at the price tag on his hat. She looked up, unimpressed at him. "You're a thief!" She said, her voice a little too loud.
The guy was alarmed as he looked around. There were a couple of bailiffs and sheriffs roaming the street.
"I thought you were nice." Anya continued, disappointingly. "Too bad, you're a thie-!"
The guy muffled her mouth as he pulled her closely towards him and dragged her with him. They walked fast as they turned to a dark alley.
Anya was struggling in his arms but he was too strong for her, she gave up and just let him drag her.
When they stopped in front of a brown horse near the riverbank, that's when the guy released her from clasping her mouth.
Anya forcefully shoved him away, gasping for air as she fixed her accusing emerald eyes on him. "You!" she shrieked, her voice filled with anger and accusation. "You're not just a thief, but a kidnapper as well!" Her finger pointed firmly in his direction.
The guy gave her a bored look with, a 'Seriously?' expression on his face.
"I'm not a thief, kidnapper, or whatever." He denied, looking around first before looking back at her. "But you're wasting my time, little girl." He said, frowning.
Anya scoffed. "First, mistook me as a mother now calling me 'little girl.'" She motioned to herself. "Is there anything you see in me that's little?"
He couldn't help but glue to her chest right away which earned a gasp from Anya.
"You're disgusting!" She screamed covering her 'breasts'. "What a pervert."
The guy closed his eyes as his patience ran out to this woman. "You accused me of things I never heard in my entire life. You could've been executed with your slander, woman."
Anya raised her brows at him as she put a hand on her waist. "Now, you're talking about execution. What are you, the king? The prince?" She asked, incredulously.
The guy smirked as he held her by the waist and pulled her closer towards him, much to her surprise. He then whispered, "Yes, I'm the prince. My name is Damian."
Anya laughed as she pushed him again. She appraised him from head to toe, taking in his stolen farmer's hat, the patched and worn clothes, and his dirt-stained shoes. Yep, he looked every bit of a prince. She snorted as she rolled her eyes. "Yeah," she quipped with a smirk, "and I suppose I'm the princess of the kingdom, Princess Anya." With a sly grin, she turned her back to him and waved casually. "Well, see you around, thief... or should I say," she glanced at him, "Prince Damian?" She added a mocking tone as she sauntered into the nearby alley, heading back towards town.
Damian shook his head at the crazy woman when he heard his horse snort.
Damian looked at his horse sharply, "What? You don't think I'm the Prince too?" He asked the animal.
The horse just snorted as it bent down to eat more grass.
Damian shook his head again. What a day.
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L's: What do you think about their first meeting? Thanks for reading. Please leave reviews. Flame or not ^^ thanks!
special thanks to humandictionary for the comment from the 1st chapter.
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