Saturday, July 24, 2004

   Look, I've redecorated!
I loved the black and pink scheme, but while digging through my files, I found the Utena avatar, and I wanted to coordinate. I wish G~petz had had an Utena blog...ah well. The DigiCharat blog is cute and coordinating! As for the caption under the avatar and the message in the blog--those are some of the lyrics from Just Communication (from Gundam Wing). It's an awesome song! I have the mp3 and groove to it often. I wish I could find a midi of the Cardigans "Love Me". That would be such good background music for this site, wouldn't it?

Anyways, I was wondering if anyone would object to my putting up a story or something? I see lots of people around here do it, and it's WAY better than waiting for fanfiction.net or DeviantArt.com (I'm sorry Demon Messiah, but that site isn't doing a thing for me!). See, I have this idea for a Princess Maker/Yu Yu Hakusho mesh, and I find it hilarious. But I enjoy other people's input, and I like to have it AS I'm writing. Even if you haven't played Princess Maker, you can get the gist of things. ^^
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Princess YuYu 2
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Chapter One
Two Little Princesses

The two-story house sat beside a huge old oak tree, with a small vegetable patch in the front and a large flower garden in the back. The house was quaint and cheerful, though exceptionally modest for being the home of the woman who had single-handedly saved the kingdom from certain destruction. The hero wasn’t the only resident of the house—the toys scattered in the front yard and the tiny clothing on the line indicated that a well-loved and slightly spoiled child lived with the hero.
Speaking of children, raucous giggles could be heard from behind the closed front door, though twilight was fast falling upon the countryside and all good children were (at that moment) being put to bed. Inside the house, a tiny drama of sorts was unfolding—it was a sweet drama, the sort of ordeal that only a child could manufacture…

“Daddy! Daddy!” A young girl with midnight-colored hair and amethyst eyes came bounding down the stairs, throwing herself down with the sort of dangerous abandon that only young children can survive. She managed to reach the bottom of the stairs in one piece, though her night-dress was on backwards and her darling pigtails were fast unraveling. “Adriad stopped up the toilet with her dolly’s head!” the child’s eyes sparkled with innocent mischief and she began giggling madly again.
The woman, who had single-handedly rescued the kingdom from certain destruction and owned the modest little house full of love and laughter, bent down and gathered the child in her arms. “Seraphine! You’re a full two months older than Adriad—you know better than to let her do such things.” She scolded, though rather ineffectively.
“I’m sorry Daddy.” The raven-haired child replied, pouting. The corners of her adorable, bow-shaped mouth turned down at the corners, and her large violet eyes shimmered with tears.
Her adopted father, completely defenseless in the face of such cuteness, sighed deeply. “Oh dearest…Daddy only scolds because she knows you know better.” The woman who had single-handedly saved the kingdom from certain destruction shook her head. “Now be a good girl and tell me what happened to Cube.”
Before the little girl could reply, a shout from the second floor verily shook the walls of the modest little house. “ADRIAD!”
“See Papa? Not all empty heads float!” was the sweet, girlish reply. Moments later, a tall and angry looking blonde came barreling down the stairs with a russet-haired child in her arms. The woman thrust the child bodily at her nearby servant, very nearly knocking him over.
“Isosceles!” The blonde barked. “How do you lose sight of a madcap giggling ball of red hair?” She demanded.
“Aw, cut him some slack Cheiki.” The woman who had single-handedly saved the kingdom from certain destruction said with a snort. She gave a toss of her long, curly brown hair. “Poor Isosceles was left alone with two adorable little girls who obviously overpowered his sensibilities with their cuteness. Now if you’ll pardon me, I’m going to go and open the linen closet, to discover my most loyal and faithful butler Cube hog-tied and gagged, though otherwise unharmed.” She said, flouncing off down the hall to complete the aforementioned task. She returned moments later with a ruffled purple-haired, bat-winged young man. He only reached her waist, and seemed completely breakable. “Poor darling; Seraphine got the best of you again.” She teased.
“Please forgive me Maxwell sir. It’s just…” Cube started helplessly.
“I know the feeling, there’s no need to explain.” Maxwell replied good-naturedly.
Cheiki rolled her eyes. “No discipline in this house, whatsoever.” She said sarcastically.
“You’re a fine one to talk. Which child has a whole room in the house devoted to her dolls? Hm?” Maxwell demanded.
Cheiki ignored her. “All right children—give me your vows of good behavior so Maxwell and I can get going. We don’t want to miss the King’s Ball.” She knelt down and crushed the ruby-haired child with the wide blue eyes to her. “Behave Adriad—or else Papa shall have to scold you.”
“I’ll be good Papa.” Adriad replied.
“The same for you Seraphine, except I’ll let Cheiki lecture you.” Maxwell warned.
“Yes Daddy.” Seraphine replied sulkily. Cube patted her shoulder, and the child offered the demi-demon slash butler a wide grin.
Maxwell patted her head once, twice, three times, and then stepped out the door. Cheiki was already at the end of the quaint stone path that led to the road, and was waiting impatiently for Maxwell to hurry up. Impatience was a virtue with Cheiki—and Cheiki was allowed to get away with it because she was as important as Maxwell, having single-handedly saved the kingdom next door from certain destruction. Maxwell had almost shut the door completely when a tiny hand popped out, and snagged her pants. “Yes Seraphine?” she said, looking down.
The black-haired little princess poked her head outside. “Are you going to the King’s Ball to find a mommy?”
“Yes, and he’ll be the prettiest, the nicest, the smartest, and the strongest man there. Only the best for my little girl.” Maxwell assured her daughter. “Now get inside—the evening is cool and you should be in bed.”
“Goodnight Daddy!” Seraphine shouted, ducking back inside. Maxwell rushed to the end of the driveway.
“That is one spoiled kid you got there.” Cheiki remarked.
“She catches it from her friends.” Maxwell replied cheekily. Cheiki ignored her, and the two heroes rushed off to the King’s Ball…

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