I have to say this, or else people might get confused; the countries or regions as I call it, are Roman gods. Diana for the hunt (animals), and Vulcan for, well, fire. Not the Vulcans in Star Trek or anything. (I researched that up.)

Warning: AU, and I have made Yuka evil and both Narumi and Yukihara dead. Luna and Shouda are our main character's sisters. Contains crappiness and overall, a corny story.

Disclaimer: You have got to be kidding me.

A beautiful sunset loomed over the darkening skies, while creatures held their wings up high, soaring higher and higher into the air. The sound of crickets played a soft harmony, and birds whistled a soothing tune. This was the evening where everything was supposed to be the perfect time.

Although...

Nothing is perfect over the at the Sakura residence (Or should we call it the Narumi residence?). Wanna know why?

"Ass! Make the thing more frilly!"

"Retard! Less ruffles and more grace!"

As you can see, the two rather bitchy step-sisters are tormenting our favourite brunette. This little brunette is clumsily sewing together three dresses for her dear step-relatives (1).

"..." The poor girl remains silent as she quickly sews. The stitches come out messily, but the dresses are rather stunning. The two sisters practically screaming their prissy heads off are too idiotic to notice the handiwork.

If only if they would stop screaming I would have them finished by now. It was true. The screaming was rushing to the girl's brain, and made her slowly start to lose conscious. You would too unless you were used to it, which is virtually impossible.

"HURRY IT UP!"

The girl stayed quiet.

"WELL?!"

Silence.

"ANSWER ME!!" the pretty yet retarded blonde raised her hand, ready to hit her step-sister. She made contact on her cheek with a loud slap.

The brunette dropped her needle and thread, along with the silky fabric, more than half on its way to becoming complete. The girl rubbed her cheek, glaring at the offender. The blonde froze.

"Excuse me?"

No answer.

"Well? I expect an answer."

"And?" The other step sister, hair as green as seaweed, put her hands on her hips.

"Thank you. Now, if you actually want people to notice you, you will have to stay silent. If you are to interrupt my sewing and I (2) , the clothing will not be done by tomorrow evening," The brunette turned to the blonde, "I will have grace along with ruffles. I know your tastes Luna; I've made your clothes ever since I was 10," the brunette turned to the other step-sister, "And Shouda, it will be frilly, so I expect you two to shut up while I do my work."

As the two stared in shock, unable to speak. They've never seen their servant as angry as this. Although, the girl started to sew so unexpectedly fast, the hand couldn't be seen anymore. The girl carefully folded the dress, and started to work on the next one. The fabric quickly turned into clothing, and the girl folded the dress again. Finally, she started to finish her step-mother's dress.

And the two bitchy sisters walked away, sticking their snobby noses into the air, and grumbled about how the hell was their poor step-sister was able to complete a piece of clothing so quickly.

While the girl was folding the last dress, she smirked, "Hah, amateurs."

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"What the hell are you saying old man?!" The soon-to-be-17-year-old-boy slammed his fists on the table, spitting into the older man's face.

"I believe you heard me. I said that you are soon going to become king of this kingdom. Very, very soon. And you will need to be wed. We will hold balls every night, until you find a lady of your liking."

The boy frowned.

The king ignored this, and continued, "That means, nights of manners-"

The word hit him like a slap.

"Make-up-"

Punch.

"-And giggly fangirls."

Slap, punch, groin kick. Ooh, that hurt.

The raven-haired boy scowled, and fled. When he go to his private pen, he hopped onto his favourite horse, Aoi, and rode off.

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The brunette sighed. Her arm was aching after she finished the last scarf, "I need a walk."

Birds chirped in agreement.

Rubbing her sore temples, she quickly dressed into clothes that didn't make her look so... Unrefined. She smoothed her hair into two low ponytails, and slipped on a bracelet, little fake gems embroided into the piece of metal. She opened the door and walked out, stopping at the road a few steps afterwards. Looking down, she frowned.

Why the hell am I barefoot?!

And then she fell, a rough voice ringing into her ears.

"Watch where you're going, peasant."

The brunette glared at the teen in front of her. How dare he!

"Well excuse me. I did not know that men of your kind do not show such disrespect to ladies. Especially damsels that are well on their way to relieving their godforsaken stress of the day. Shall I curtsy to ask for forgiveness? I am terribly sorry," The brunette's every word dripped of sarcasm and disdain, and curtsied in a somewhat mocking manner. She smirked. Obviously she had to vent her anger out one way or another.

The man felt his neck throb. He thought of glaring or turning away, maybe even spitting in her face and sneer, but a thought ran across his mind. No, this is not the time. The boy got off of his horse and bowed politely. That girl better be happy I'm doing this.

"I apologize for my rudeness. Is there anyway to have you forgive me, damsel?" The boy kneeled, took the girl's hand, and kissed it. Hah. How's that, fair maiden?

"Um, okay? I mean, uh, very well, I shall forgive you," the girl didn't think this would happen. Most of the punks that she usually see would glare and merely turn away, and might even scoff at her. Apologize and even kiss her hand is a huge shock. Okay, if that doesn't work, I'll play along. She looked at the blonde boy straight in the eye with a wide smile, "My name is Cinderella. I am currently residing at the Sakura mansion. And your name, kind sir?" I'll better be off with an alias. If I had said Mikan, he would have realized I was some kind of orange headed goof.

The boy showed a slight smile, bowing again. The girl is pretty, come to think of it, "Ruka. I am with King Nogi for the King and I will be attending the ball this evening."

Mikan cocked her head. Odd, I thought he'd be someone that delivers taxes. Considering the ridiculous outfit he's wearing, "Are you the King's escort?"

He just smiled, "Something like that, if you will."

Mikan politely smiled again. And then her head started throbbing, her limbs started to shake. Her back was killing her. She frowned.

Ruka's eyebrows slightly furrowed, lips mimicking her frown, "Is there something the matter?"

Keep it together Mikan, or else the Sakura residence will become overly taxed... Or something like that. Mikan steadied herself, and smiled, "Perfectly fine, thank you. I apo-" And then she collapsed.

"Hey! Are you alright?"

Mikan opened her eyes and slouched. Thinking somewhere along the lines of; this is not going well, she snapped, "Okay, I'm tired of all of this formal talk. I'm sorry, but I can't put up with this nonsense. This is why they invented contractions, dammit! And yes, I seem rude, but I'm too tired. My hands, and arms are aching, and my head won't stop throbbing! You can go, if you wanna. I'm crawling over to the lake to relax," She frowned at the boy and started to get up.

Ruka raised an eyebrow. This is an interesting girl. I wonder... "And how does a lady that knows all this formal talk, sew?" He put air quotations on the emphasized word.

The brunette frowned, "I'm a servant, you idiot. I had to make three dresses, three sets of gloves, three scarves, three handbags, and weave three sets of jewelry in one week! And I'll have to do that every single day. I mean, I can do it, but it's just so tiring!"

The boy was eyeing the girl he just met carefully. What about her clothes? She's barefoot, but her clothes are much to nice to have a servant wearing them. An evening gown and a matching silk jacket? And her hair was surprisingly well-groomed, along with the bracelet, which was made with white gold, but with false diamonds. Her skin was smooth, and her fingers were slender and fine.

"And what about your clothes? Well-being?"

Mikan's ranting stopped, and she turned to look at him, straight in the eye,"Sorry if I'm wrong, but were you just checking me out?"

"Huh?"

"I said, were you just checking me out?"

"What?!" A faint blush of embarrassment covered the blonde's cheekbones.

"Whoa there, mister escort, but is that blush a yes?!"

"Shut up."

"But-"

"Please?"

"No way. This is gold. King Nogi's escort, Ruka, was checking out a servant the other day." Mikan's hands spread out an invisible headline, "That'd be the front page!"

"Please, I'll give you whatever you want."

"Yes!! Now, pay up."

He sighed. Thanking the fact that he brought his bag of coins along, he stuck his hands in his pockets, "Alright, name your pricetag."

"Huh?"

"Name your pricetag," the blonde repeated out of frustration.

Mikan frowned, "Okay, to get this straight, I have enough to make myself a living and be happy, thank you very much. I'm not the poorest person in the kingdom here. Plus, I have no interest in money. Now," She grabbed the blonde's arm, while holding onto the horse's reins, "Time to pay your price," and headed over to the lake shore.

10 minutes later...

"Well, we're here."

"Hey!" A somewhat familiar voice rang through the prince's ears.

Ruka turned to see a familiar face, "Uh-oh."

"What?"

"Someone's here."

"So?" And here we go, the girl's dense and amazingly stupid character.

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Is that... Ruka? I squinted. It is! And what the hell is he doing with a woman?!

"Hey!"

The two straightened up and turned. Hey, the girl's kinda cute, he has pretty good taste. Maybe a fiancee?

I somehow got to the other side.

"Natsume, what are you doing here?"

I raised an eyebrow, since when did he call me Natsume in front of people? She really must be his fiancee.

I looked over to stare at the girl, and saw that her head was extremely low, dress and hands in a rather elegant curtsy... Not that I would actually say that.

"My humble apologies prince, but may you allow me to raise my head? My neck is rather stiff," her neck did seem to be outstretched. Ouch.

"Sure."

She stood head raised, back arched, and hands to the front. Still looks uncomfortable.

"Natsu... Oh, um, Prince Natsume of the Vulcan Region, sir, what are you doing here during this hour?"

I cocked an eyebrow this time, wondering this time what was with this silent girl. She looked like the loud type, "I could say the same thing, Prince Ruka from the Diana Region."

The girl turned, eyes widening at the blonde. Well, scratch the theory of her being his fiancee. She doesn't even know his social status.

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"I could say the same thing, Prince Ruka from the Diana Region."

Said prince bit his lip. Shit.

The girl widened her eye to dinner plates, shocked at what title the mysterious blonde had. She furrowed her eyebrows, calmly stating her shock, "Excuse me, but what?! You didn't tell me anything but that you were with King Nogi!"

"Um, what's going on? If she's not your fiancee, then who is she?" Natsume's face showed a blank expression.

Ruka frowned. This really isn't the place to be discussing this... God, I think I'll have Usagi taken away from me for a week! "I only met her today. What's with you? You usually wouldn't care about this stuff, let alone harass me with all of these questions."

The raven haired boy put a hand to his neck. Great, it's throbbing. This is really pissing me off.

Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong.

"SHIT!" A certain brunette screamed out of shock, "It's nine already?! I have to go make dinner!"

Natsume looked at the girl with a suspicious scowl, partially of her rather loud outburst, and partially because she had said to make dinner. "What?" Natsume raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you a high class lady? Why are you making dinner?" He narrowed his eyes.

Mikan stared at the boy, and put a hand to her mouth. She blinked a few times, and let out a hysterical, mocking laugh.

Natsume felt his head throb. What the hell is with this bitch?!

"You...Think... I'm high class?!" the girl gasped out, holding her stomach with one hand, and wiping a tear with the other.

Natsume did a half-hearted nod, "Your clothes aren't suitable for a peasant, and that hair of yours is well groomed," he flatly stated, staring at the silver bracelet, "Plus, that bracelet of yours is white gold; something a peasant shouldn't own."

Mikan glared, "I am a servant residing at a certain place. I am currently working there against my free will, unlike most servants. I do all the necessary work, and have gotten these clothes and accessories as presents. I have no intent to speak with such a rude, and pitiful prince in such a polite manner, a true gentleman deserves. I will now take my leave, Prince Hyuuga, Ruka," And she walked off.

"That girl pisses me off," Natsume rubbed his temples.

Ruka raised his hands in a calming manner, "Now, now."

And that's the end of my short story. The next chapter might come late, since I'm busy rewriting a story and also writing a chapter for another story. I'm not much of a multi-tasker... Heh. Seems rushed? I'll deal with it later.

(1)Step-relatives, so they're all not related. One's a cousin, and one's the real daughter. The other is Mikan. Guess, and the first to guess receives a chocolate apple! Yum.

(2)Those who know grammar, it's the correct way... I think I used it right... Don't judge me. D:

And for those who read my other stories; the box of my ideas is being a bitch, so I still have writer's block for Truth or Dare? But, Pika and ChuChu are coming in that chapter, sooo, yeah. It'll be the last chapter too, and if I think it stinks, I'll delete it. No persuasion is wanted.

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