Hello everyone! This is my first story on Fanfiction, and it just came from a random idea that popped out of my brain. Please read, and I hope you enjoy it! I promise to update as soon as I can! :)

Sora Cloud

Point of View from the Girl:

Sunlight fell between the tall branches of the trees, illuminating the ground and the lush, green grass. Birds chirped in the distance, along with the gentle ruffling of the leaves as the spring breeze blew. On the forest's floor, flowers in brilliant colors bloomed, while squirrels and bunnies scurried and hopped by. And by the creek, sat a small girl with raven black hair. Her golden honey brown eyes were shining with excitement about the lovely weather, while basking in the warmth of the sun and admiring the beauty of the forest during spring. Listening to the gentle lulling of the stream, she closed her eyes and smiled. No one could disturb her now from her peace, this place was all hers.

A small frog jumped onto a lily pad. Watching with fascination, she stepped onto a smooth little stone, slightly wet from the stream, and bent down to observe it. The frog's bright little eyes looked back at her and gave a croak. The little girl's amber eyes widened and gave a happy grin. Ah, what a beautiful, peaceful day. The tiny frog caught a small bug with its tongue. While most little girls would have run off immediately after seeing this, she stayed and became more amazed by the different wonders of nature. Starting to feel sleepy, she continued squatting on the rock, and soon her eyes closed and she drifted off.

Point of View from the Boy:

He had escaped again, for the seventh time this month, just like how he was done with his seventh tutor as well. He was just getting too good at jumping off the roof and sliding down the side of the steep castle tower. There wasn't even a trace of how he got down, as he made sure that he hadn't disturbed any of the roses hanging from the trellis. Passing the cottages and shops and sprinting into the woods, his sanctuary from all the loneliness and tutoring in the castle, he instantly relaxed. The boy ruffled his combed back blonde hair and took a deep breath of the clean, fresh air.

Looking to the left, his vibrant and mysterious green eyes landed on a little girl squatting on a rock. Wow, that was strange. He surely didn't see a girl squatting at the stream every day. He quietly and stealthily approached her. It seemed that all that sneaking around for the past few weeks had given him some experience; he didn't even make any sounds on the pebbly bank of the stream. He stood behind her and stepped onto a rock in the river that was adjacent to hers. The boy couldn't detect any movement except for the rise and fall of her back. It was obvious that she had fallen asleep in such a cramped, tight position. He extended his arm out to reach her and wake her up.

3rd Person Point of View

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder. She jerked up from her squatting position, slipped from the rock, and fell into cold, clear creek with a loud splash. Thrashing around wildly and arms flailing everywhere, she sank down. The tadpoles and fishes scattered away, alarmed at the sudden intrusion into their territory. Then with a *splash* and a pull, she felt herself rising to the surface and set down by the bank. Angrily, she clenched her teeth and balled her fists. Dripping with water and chilled to the bone, the little girl sat up and looked up furiously at the person who startled her.

"What do you think you're doing, you dumbass!" she yelled. Not very nice words for a little girl. She didn't give a damn that he was the one who saved her from drowning. In fact, he was the one who caused it. Looking up, she found a pair of gorgeous emerald eyes, staring back at her amusedly, but she would never admit that they looked gorgeous, or the fact that they were like mysterious jewels gleaming at her. It matched the color of something, something green she saw that day. . . The frog! Yes, that was his eye color. Frog green colored eyes, an un-cheesy description. He appeared as a typical play boy with his spiky blonde hair, light complexion, and handsome features, not to mention a perfect kisser's lips.

The boy, soaking wet from her splash, chuckled at her, not at all fazed by her outburst. He was like a prince in every way, with messy blonde locks of hair surrounding his face and intelligent but kind features. He replied, "Waking you up from your nap, Sleeping Beauty. I could have done it a different way, you know, like this," he puckered up his lips.

She just got angrier. Definitely a pervert, she thought to herself. He probably was just toying with her. That was what all guys did, wasn't it?

She shouted, "Well, you didn't have to scare me, did you?! You perverted idiot!"

The boy grinned again. He liked her fierce attitude and her quick outburst. It was the first time he had been called an idiot and a pervert by anyone, not to mention dumbass. He held out his hand to her.

The girl just stared at it with a blank and confused expression. What was he doing now? Getting her to shake hands? No way in hell was she going to touch him!

"If y-y-you want to shake h-hands, I'm not going to t-t-take it!" she said, teeth chattering and body shaking. The cold had finally gotten to her.

He laughed at her. It was gentle and concerned, but bemused and pleasant at the same time.

"Relax, I just want to help you up. You don't have to take my hand if you don't want to. Sorry for startling you earlier." He extended his hand out to her once again.

Reluctantly, she took his hand. It was warm and soft, just like his smile.

After getting out of the water, the little girl finally noticed how cold it was and started shivering in her wet clothes. Slowly, she became more and more annoyed at the boy who was staring at her non stop, with a smirk on his lips.

"Whatcha lookin' at, huh? You know, if you didn't scare me over there, I wouldn't have ended up like this! Now mom is going to get mad at me for getting these clothes wet! It's all your fault! Ugh, why are guys so stupid and immature? They think women are just toys to be amused with? And wipe that smirk off your face, you stupid pervert!"

"How did you even approach me without making a sound, I'd like to know! Wait, A-ha, I know, you're an alien!"

"What?" the boy stared back with puzzled emerald eyes.

"A stupid, perverted, outer-space alien! You must have alien abilities!"

"Okay," he shrugged, interested by the strange nickname.

She turned away, looking at the setting sun. A quiet "Achoo!" *sniffle sniffle*She glared at him again.

He liked the ferocity in her eyes, where no one controlled what she did. Her stubbornness and clumsiness was a gift to the brilliant character in her. He gave her a genuine smile this time and handed her his jacket.

She stared back at him with a dumb look once more. Seriously, when was she going to get the hang of this? He was just helping, how is an eight year old going to be any harm anway? he thought to himself.

"Just take the jacket, will you? Don't want you getting sick, Sleeping Beauty," he explained.

Her face blushed and yelled, "I know ALREADY, you PERVERT! Leave me alone!" the fierce little girl tried to yank the jacket out of his hands, but he wouldn't let go.

"Hello? Are you gonna give it or not?!" she yelled.

"Well, what if I get cold?" he teased. Teasing her never gets boring.

Finally she understood he was just playing around. Suddenly a plan entered her mind.

"Fine. Then I'm going home, you alien." With a small smile on her lips, she turned and headed home.

The reaction was immediate. "WAIT! Don't go yet," the boy whined. "Here, you can have it." Without a second thought, he tossed it to her. "So sly, my little princess."

"Shut up! I am never, ever, never, ever, NEVER, going to be your princess!" she retorted. With a small huff, she wrapped the jacket around herself. The jacket was finely embroidered with silk threads and colorful patterns, while the main color was green, like his eyes. It was FROG green, not EMERALD green, because she was never going to admit his eyes looked like jewels. The jacket was also smooth on the inside with a little bit of lace on the edges. Faint patterns of leaves and swirls covered the outside. He was definitely rich, alright, with his leather boots and the gold threads woven into the clothing. She looked at herself again. She was wearing a simple dress with a soft pink color that had become faded after the many washings. There was a bit of ruffle around the sleeves, and a flowery feather pattern, but that was it. Her shoes were simple flats, with no design at all. It was clear that she was a commoner and he was some sort of noble. Though they were both no more than eight, it was very easy to distinguish between their different classes.

Taking the jacket off her shoulders, she handed it back to the boy. "You can have it back. I might get it wet or something," she muttered, refusing to meet it back.

He chuckled and said, "It's all yours now. Take it as a sorry for ruining your clothes."

"Wait, w-what?" This is so expensive!"

"I know, but on one condition you can have it. Tell me your name."

"NO WAY, I am not going to tell my name to some handsome stranger who is not older than I am!"

"Oh, so you admit I am handsome."

"NO, THAT'S not what I meant!"

"Plus, I was born in April. When were you born?"

"September," she whispered.

"See, I am older than you."

"UGH, just stop messing with me!"

"So, are you going to tell me your name?" A moment of silence passed. The birds even stopped chirping, the leaves stopped rustling, and the sun even stopped setting. Well, it looked like it anyway, you can never tell.

It was like waiting for a turtle to stretch out its neck. She tilted her head up (he was much taller, though not that much older than her), and in a nervous stuttering sound, answered,

"M-misaki. Ayuzawa Misaki."

"Beautiful blossom, it's a lovely name."

"Th-thanks," she stuttered, still embarrassed.

He looked at her cute features. With fierce, determined amber eyes and long raven hair, she was just about the most adorable person ever. It was different from the fake smiles and fake gentleness from the adults that just wanted his position and wealth, his family's position and wealth. Of course, no one ever acknowledged his existence. No one ever talked back to him, not one person even talked to him, unless it was a tutor or a servant. But this girl, she was something new. She had made him show his real emotions for once; he had given her a genuine smile and a genuine laugh. Imprinting the details of her face in his head, he vowed to never forget her and to meet her again one day.

Turning his back to her, he started walking away and called out , "Your face, it looks like a tomato right now."

You could almost guess what she was going to yell. "SHUT UP, you stupid perverted alien!"

He smiled again to himself; this girl, no Misaki Ayuzawa, was beautiful in her own way.

"Bye, Misa-chan!"

"UGH, SHUT UP! What's with the stupid nickname, don't ever call me that!"

"Misa-chan, Misa-chan, Misa-chan!" he chanted out, man it was hilarious to annoy her.

Giving a small *hmph*, she started walking toward the other direction to her house. He was probably heading home now too, and her mother would be anxious for her return.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," he yelled back to her retreating figure. "The name's Takumi. Usui Takumi."

Usui Takumi. I am never going to forget your stupid head, you perverted outer space alien, she said to herself, while trudging home.

Misaki Ayuzuwa. I am never going to forget your blushing face and outrageous personality, Sleeping Beauty, he said to himself, as he casually strolled back to his castle.

Both parted their ways in the dimming forest, with the birds chirping their daily song and the wind rushing around through the trees. Strange ways to remember each other, isn't it?