Mr. Whiskers cares (chapter 3 of My Backwards Fairytale)

Short Story by: neji chan

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This is the third part of "My Backwards Fairytale".

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Submitted: December 13, 2008

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I awoke in a daze. "Where am I?" I thought as I looked around the unfamiliar room. Just then, the same black-haired boy from earlier walked into the room. "I thought you said you could take care of yourself." He stated. Although, to my surprise, he didn't sound the least bit smug. In fact, he seemed worried! "Thank you Mr. Whisk--- O.k., you seriously need to tell me your name." I said. He looked at me, perplexed, and then simply answered "My name is Akimitsu." After He was certain I was o.k., he gave me a tour of his hometown. It would have been great. But, since everyone decided to gawk at me like I was an alien, it ended up being very awkward. "Oh my,, what strange clothes." An old woman whispered. "They're saying that she resembles Hisae-sama, but I don't believe it. She's way too ugly." Whispered another woman. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to beat the women to a bloody pulp. "Don't listen to them, they're just jealous, you're really pretty you know." Akimitsu reassured me. Upon hearing that compliment, my face began to redden. "By the way Akimitsu, who is Hisae-sama?" I queried. He then began to tell me her tale.
Flash back: Hisae-sama's point of view:
Chaos filled the town as the terrible monsters ran rampant. The streets were flooded with people trying to escape, but it was all for naught. Dozens of people were dying every minute and I could stand by no longer. I grabbed my sword and left the palace, determined to defeat the demons of the zodiac. "Hisae-onee-san, don't go! You at least must stay safe!"  My younger sister tried to convince me to stay, but I refused. "Akari, if I truly was a good ruler, then I would, without hesitation, sacrifice my life for this kingdom." I stated calmly. For I knew that my fate was sealed, but I also knew that if I was going to die, so were the demons of the zodiac. I fought them one by one, making sure to slice through their hearts so they wouldn't be able to regenerate. Then, he appeared, the man who had brought those damned creatures upon us. He still looked the same as I remembered. His eyes were pale blue and he had pitch black hair with cat's ears to match.
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He stopped there, an expression of sadness beginning to take place. "It was my father who summoned the demons of the zodiac and caused Hisae-sama to perish. That is why I've dedicated my life to serving and protecting her. That is why I will never let anything harm you Kaori-sama!" His expression then changed from sad to determined, and in that instant, I realized how beautiful his ruby eyes really were.


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Mr. Whiskers cares (chapter 3 of My Backwards Fairytale)

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This is the third part of "My Backwards Fairytale".
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