Riku sat in her room, her thoughts consumed by a certain festival coming up. It was for Prince Daisuke's coming of age ceremony. He was finally turning eighteen. He could take over for his father when he decided to retire or died. She sat there not even listening to her twin sister Risa ranting on about how merchants overpriced everything. "Riku!" Risa snapped at her. "Quit ignoring me!" she said after she got her attention. "Quit bugging me." Replied Riku. Risa pouted at her sister's words. Riku only rolled her eyes. She hated living in the same house. But they didn't have the money to move from the stupid cabin in which they worked in. The owner, Mrs. Sakai, was nice enough to let them stay. Riku sighed as she walked past her childish sister and out the door. "Hello." She said as she passed a guest. The cabin was big enough to use for a hotel, in fact, that is what it was. Riku was always in the kitchen because she wasn't very social, nor was she a people person. Not many people managed to make her smile a real, natural smile. As she walked down the hall, she ran into Mrs. Sakai. "Riku? Oh, yes. I need you to check out some noises that are being made in the back. Please hurry. All the customers who want to go on the porch are being freaked out by it." She said. "Fine." Was all she answered.
He was in trouble. His father was going to be furious. How was he going to explain to his father that he snuck out to hang out with commoners? Daisuke was annoyed by the fact that he was stuck to a fence surrounded by bushes. Grunts were released from his throat as he struggled to get free. Suddenly, a girl appeared before him. "Oh! Are you okay?" she asked, a worried note coming into her voice. "Uh…I would be if I could get free." He answered, embarrassed by the fact that he was caught in such a situation. She leaned down and helped him unhook his shirt from the fence. "Thanks." He said as he straightened his bandana. He looked the girl up and down. Short red hair, brown eyes, petite figure yet muscular in a way. He glanced down at his now torn shirt. Father would be really mad. He sighed heavily. "I guess you need to follow me." She said as she walked off. He followed her into a fair sized cabin hotel. "So was this the noise maker in the back?" asked a woman. The girl nodded. "Well, hon. it's too late to go home now, why don't you stay a night?" the woman offered. "Uh…thanks?" he said looking at her.
Riku watched as the boy was lead to a room down the hallway. She was holding his torn shirt in her hands. How did she get roped into fixing his shirt? Maybe it was the fact that he would pay more money if he got it fixed. Or maybe it was the fact that Mrs. Sakai told her to do it otherwise Risa and her would have to find a new place to live. Riku decided on the second choice. She walked to her own room and found the needle and thread. As she sewed it, Risa walked in, tired and exhausted. "Where have you been?" she asked, flopping down on her bed. "Running an errand for Mrs. Sakai." Was all Riku answered. "What are you doing?" Risa asked, starting to get on Riku's nerves. "Sewing a shirt for a customer." She said. She glared at Risa making her wince at the sight of it being directed toward her. Risa simply stopped asking questions and fell asleep. Once Riku finished, she held it up to see her work. It looked as if the guy had never torn it. She headed out the room toward the room he was set in. She knocked loudly in case he was asleep. "Hold on." Came a voice. The door opened after a few minutes to reveal a tired looking boy. She held it out to him. He stared at it before realizing it was his shirt. "Thanks!" he said enthusiastically, smiling sweetly at her. He took it and studied the handiwork. "Wow. This is impressive!" he said looking up at her, his red eyes showing he meant it. She muttered quiet thanks before starting to walk off. "Hey! Wait! Don't you want to be paid for it?" he asked her. "I thought you would just pay it along with your bill to Mrs. Sakai." She said, never showing even the slightest smile. "Oh. Ok. Well, thanks a lot!" he said before closing his door. He seemed weird to her in some way. She just couldn't think what though. It bothered her but she waved it off. Just a week before the festival was all she cared about. And maybe, just maybe, the prince. She shook her head. No way that could ever happen.
Hey! Okay, this is only my second fanfiction so,what'dya think?