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		<title>A tempting Perversity &#8211; Preface</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Preface I was lost in my agony. I didn&#8217;t know, what must I do, which one was right, which one was wrong. I didn&#8217;t know what my purpose of living was. I doubted my own presence, was I really worth living? Nobody even cared for me. I was alone, and will always be. I was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sherryhaibara.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3105464&amp;post=13&amp;subd=sherryhaibara&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Preface</strong></p>
<p>I was lost in my agony. I didn&#8217;t know, what must I do, which one was right, which one was wrong. I didn&#8217;t know what my purpose of living was. I doubted my own presence, was I really worth living? Nobody even cared for me. I was alone, and will always be.</p>
<p>I was now faced with two choices, and I could only choose one of it. Whichever one I chose, I would lose the other choice. I couldn&#8217;t have both, I could only have one. Yet I didn&#8217;t know which choice was best for me.</p>
<p>What they said were totally contradictory &#8211; one choice would lead me to a good girl, while another would lead me to another path &#8211; to be an evil &#8211; they said. Humans were always like that, they claimed that they knew, what was right or wrong. In their own perspective, they judged people as they pleased. They never tried to see the reasons behind everything. That was the nature of humans, we&#8217;re merely mortals.</p>
<p>A tempting perversity &#8211; that&#8217;s what I would call that. Two choices were given &#8211; a good girl or a bad girl. Yet the bad one seemed more attractive to me. And I didn&#8217;t believe that the choice was bad, no choice was bad, and that&#8217;s what I thought. It&#8217;s just the matter of how people viewed them. They could easily tell me to back away from him, to leave him alone in the depth of darkness. They said that&#8217;s for the best, since they didn&#8217;t want me to fall into the darkness myself.</p>
<p>But what would they do, if they were me? They said it&#8217;s for my own sake, that I would thank them in the future for helping me making the choice. All people said those kinds of things. And I&#8217;m sick of it. Have they ever considered my feelings, my happiness? Those things they&#8217;re saying best for me, was not best for me, but it was best <em>for them</em>. How selfish we humans were. I knew more than those dark nature of humans, I&#8217;ve experienced many of them in my whole life.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve made up my mind. I won&#8217;t follow their words, I won&#8217;t care about them. I know what&#8217;s best for me, not them. And I knew following <em>him</em> was the best thing for me. Although, that meant that I would betray my friends. I needed him, and he needed me. He was the only one who knew about the real me, and the only one who understood me as much. Betrayal &#8211; that&#8217;s another nature of humans. We, humans, were forgetful creature. Even if I disappeared from their life, even if they searched for me, even if they hated me . . One day for sure, they&#8217;ll forget about it all.</p>
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		<title>Gakuen Alice Illustration Book</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 09:02:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey guys! It&#8217;s been a long time since I last write on my blog. I&#8217;ve been quite busy these days. With lots of homeworks and school works to do. It&#8217;s really frustrating and tiring.. By the way, I haven&#8217;t typed the next chapter for that particular story I wrote yet. Actually I&#8217;ve written it until [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sherryhaibara.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3105464&amp;post=10&amp;subd=sherryhaibara&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey guys! It&#8217;s been a long time since I last write on my blog.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been quite busy these days. With lots of homeworks and school works to do. It&#8217;s really frustrating and tiring.. By the way, I haven&#8217;t typed the next chapter for that particular story I wrote yet. Actually I&#8217;ve written it until chapter 5 (or 6?) But I&#8217;m so not into it right now. I&#8217;m focusing on writing a Gakuen Alice fanfiction now, cause the there&#8217;s more people who read it, and that&#8217;s what I need to keep writing, reviews and comments <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Anyway, last Thursday is such a fun day for me! I went out with my friends, and we&#8217;re lost~ Ahaha, but luckily my father was kind enough to tell me the way. Actually, our plan is just to eat pancakes, but I don&#8217;t know how, suddenly we&#8217;re in Kinokuniya!</p>
<p>I&#8217;d prefer not to go there, actually. Because, if I went there, that means I would definitely buy something! And the problem is, money. Yeah, something like that. I&#8217;ve tried to restrain myself from buying any book. I went there 2 weeks ago, and I ended up buying a Hana To Yume magazine just because of the bonus: Alice Academy School Note. Ain&#8217;t I crazy? I looked at the manga section, and luckily, nothing catches my eye. Although I ALMOST bought that Gakuen Alice 14.</p>
<p>Then my friend was seeing the japanese book section, I wandered around the store, and fount the section: Illustration Book. I saw Kingdom Heart, Death Note, Full Metal Alchemist, etc. But it doesn&#8217;t interest me. Then I walked and walked, and I found it: GAKUEN ALICE FUN ILLUSTRATION BOOK. I gulped, &#8220;Oh no!&#8221; And there&#8217;s only 2 left. I think and think, &#8220;Should I buy this?&#8221; I checked my wallet, there&#8217;s enough for buying that book.<br />
I didn&#8217;t know should I buy it or not, one of my friend said, &#8220;No! It&#8217;s price is 147000, it&#8217;s better to use it for eating!&#8221; But the other one said, &#8220;Buy it!&#8221; And inside me said: Buy it now or you&#8217;ll regret it.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m like some crazy people, first I took it and wandered around the store, then I put it back and wandered around again, and that continues for three times?! I think the clerk was feeling confused with me? Ahaha.. Finally, I grabbed the book and ran to the cashier. And I bought it! Yay!!<br />
And I truly didn&#8217;t regret it! It&#8217;s so cool, especially the prohibited question page. Unfortunately my Japanese is very very bad, so I don&#8217;t really understand it. I would like to scan it, though. But I don&#8217;t know if there&#8217;s anybody out there who&#8217;s kind enough to translate it?</p>
<p>So that everyone could read it =)</p>
<p>If there&#8217;s anyone willing to help, please do tell me, I&#8217;ll scanlate it right away. Thanks a lot, guys ^^</p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Mar 2008 10:53:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Chapter 1 It was a fine sunny morning. The sun was shining brightly. A 16 years old auburn haired girl was seen walking along a road which leads to a big brown colored building. The building had 5 floors, and in front of it’s gate, there’s a sign which read ‘Magic Academy’. People gifted with [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sherryhaibara.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3105464&amp;post=6&amp;subd=sherryhaibara&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Chapter 1</span></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>It was a fine sunny morning. The sun was shining brightly. A 16 years old auburn haired girl was seen walking along a road which leads to a big brown colored building. The building had 5 floors, and in front of it’s gate, there’s a sign which read ‘Magic Academy’. People gifted with magic learned to control their power here, they also learned to master other kind of magic. They entered the school starting from the age of 5 and graduated at the age of 19. The class is divided into 3 division: elementary school (5-8 and 8-12), middle school (12-15 and 15-17) and high school division (17-19). The school’s gate is black in color and is made from some kind of metal. There’s a huge clock at the top of the building which rings at 7 am and 2 pm.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The auburn haired girl has a beautiful shoulder-long hair and she has a pair of innocent hazel eyes. She was wearing the uniform of Magic  Academy. Her hair was let down. She brought a black colored bag with her. Her name is Viore Heavenheit. (A/N: please see the picture for her face, sorry, I’m bad at explaining things..)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Oh no, I’m late!!” she said to herself as she entered the academy’s gate and heard the sound of the bell. She started to run faster into the school building. She went up to the 2<sup>nd</sup> floor through the stairs near the entrance and proceeded to her classroom at the end of the corridor.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>She opened the door, then bowed her head and said, “Sorry, Sir! I’m late!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Nah, you’re not late. The teacher is late today.” A 15 years old raven haired girl who was sitting on the back row said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The girl had a waist-long raven hair which is tied in a ponytail. She had a crimson colored eye. Her name is Stella Feileen.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Wow.. He rarely comes late.” Viore said as she walked towards Stella’s seat and took her seat beside Stella. (A/N: They’re best friend)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Then suddenly the door opened again, revealing a tall blonde-haired guy. He had blue eyes. He was 17 years old and he’s very handsome. His name is Daichi Juwelind.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The girls squealed on seeing him. He walked towards Viore and Stella and said, “Good morning, Viore and Stella. Long time no see.” He said as he smiled.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>He took his seat beside Viore and the girls started to curse silently. They were jealous of Viore, she was beautiful, smart and popular. On top of that, Daichi, Prince of Silfana, is always beside her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Good morning too, Daichi!” Viore said and smiled at him. Her smile made Daichi blushed. Yes, he had a big crush on her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Stella, Viore and Daichi had been childhood friends. They were best friends until now.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Aww.. The Prince is so cute..” Stella said mockingly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Huh? Shut up, Stella.” His face became redder.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Daichi? Are you okay? Your face is red..” Viore said as she looked at his face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“N-No.. Ah! I-I mean.. I-I’m o-okay!! Of course I’m okay!” Daichi said, stammering.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Finally, the teacher came and so they started the lesson.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>It was break time already. Three of them were sitting inside the cafeteria. The cafeteria was packed with students, eating or chatting. They found a table at the corner end of the cafeteria so they decided to sit there. They were eating when two students walked towards them. The first student is an 18 years old girl and she had a short black hair with a pair of black eyes. The other student is a 19 years old boy who had brown hair and emerald eyes. Their name is Shana Feileen and Kurtz Heavenheit.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Shana! Brother!” Viore shouted and waved her hand at them. Shana is Stella’s older sister and Kurtz is Viore’s older brother.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey there lil’ sis.” Kurtz said and patted Viore’s head.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Stop it! I’m not a little kid anymore!” Viore shouted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“You’re still a little girl!” he laughed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Then he turned his eyes towards Daichi and said, “What’s the GREAT PRINCE doing here with my sister?” he said sarcastically. He never liked Daichi. He knew about Daichi’s crush on his sister, that’s why he hate Daichi. He was really an overprotective brother.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Daichi glared at Kurtz and so their glaring contest began.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Stop it you two! And brother, if you won’t, I’ll hate you for the rest of my life!” Viore threatened her brother.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Vi, your brother is too overprotective of you. Both of you never changed.” Shana said and Stella chuckled.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Ah, don’t mind us.” Kurtz said as he averted his eyes to the food.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey, let’s go to the town after school!” Shana said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Sure!” Stella and Viore answered.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Okay, it’s decided then. Wait at the school’s gate, ‘kay?” Shana said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey, hey! I haven’t agreed yet!” Kurtz protested.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“We don’t need your agreement, I know you’ll come if your sister comes.” Shana said, ignoring Kurtz.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Uh.. I can’t go, I have some matter to attend. Sorry.” Daichi said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“That’s okay, Daichi. We could go some other time!” Viore said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“And it’s better off without YOU.” Kurtz said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>They started to glare at each other again, but was stopped by the bell. They went back to their class.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Finally, the bell rang and it marked the end of the lessons. The students walked out of the class happily. Daichi immediately went out on the sound of the bell.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Let’s go!” Stella said as she dragged Viore.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey!! Stop dragging people around! I can walk on my own.” Viore protested.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Nah, you’re a slowpoke.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Stella! You’re so mean!” Viore pouted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>When they arrived at the gate, Shana and Kurtz were waiting for them.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“You’re so SLOW!” Shana said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Not me! She’s the one who’s SLOW.” Stella said and pointed her finger at Viore.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yes, I agree. She’s REALLY REALLY SLOW.” Kurtz said as he nodded.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey! Stop it! Let’s go!” Viore said and walked away.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>They walked to the shopping center since it’s not far from the academy. This city, Alphary City, is the biggest city in Silfana. Alphary is also the capital of Silfana. The royal family and the magic academy is located here. The city is divided into different sections: shopping center, working center, research center, residence area and the Royal  Palace.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The shopping center is the center of trading in this town. It is also the center of trade in whole Silfana. Many traders came from different cities or towns. They have a large variety of goods here.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Okay, we’re here. Where to?” Viore asked the others.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Me and Kurtz had to buy books for our assignments. What about you and Stella?” Shana said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“I’m not going to buy anything. I’ll wait at the café near the fountain.” Stella said and walked away with Viore.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>They entered the café. The café was designed elegantly, the walls were painted with cream color. There are about 10 tables inside. The round wooden table is decorated with a lacy white colored cloth which matches perfectly. Viore and Stella sat on one of the table. The waiter asked for their order. Viore ordered a plate of strawberry cream puffs and a cup of tea, while Stella ordered a green salad and a cup of tea. After a few minutes, the waiter came back with their orders.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>They started to eat their food. Then suddenly Stella said, “Vo, you do know that Daichi likes you, ne?” Stella said, grinning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Upon hearing Stella’s question, Viore spat out her tea. Stella made a disgusted face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Eww..” Stella said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“This is your fault!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Ahh, forget it. Now answer my question!” Stella said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Umm.. I thought we’re just friends?” Viore replied.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yeah, <strong><em>friends.</em></strong>” Stella said, emphasizing the word “friends”.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey!”<br />
<span> </span>“You’re too dense!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“No, I’m not!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Girls! Stop your little argument here and get ready to leave!” Shana said, she was standing behind Stella. Both of them didn’t notice Shana since they were too absorbed on their argument.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Oh, you’re back, sis.” Stella said and turned her head towards her sister.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yeah, let’s go home.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Okay.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>They left the café after they paid for the food. They walked along the street heading towards their house. (A/N: Their house is in the same direction)</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>They were walking and chatting happily when they saw a guy bumped into an old woman. The woman’s belonging fell down but the guy didn’t bother to help her. Instead, he walked away, leaving the old woman. Viore and the others ran towards the old woman and helped her to pick her belongings.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Are you okay, grandma?” Viore asked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yes, I am okay. Thank you all of you.” She said and smiled at them. She added, “Students from the academy, eh?”<br />
<span> </span>“Yeah, how do you know?” Viore asked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Of course she knew, we’re wearing the uniform. I can’t believe my sister is such an idiot.” Kurtz said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Oh right.. Eh, wait! I’m not an idiot!” Viore protested.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hahaha.. Youngsters these days are so full of energy. In return of helping me, let me foretell your future.” The old woman said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Huh? You can do fortune telling?” Shana asked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yes, my dear, I learned it when I was young.” The old woman said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“It’s really rare to see a fortune teller!” Stella added.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The old woman took Kurtz’s hand and said, “Hmm.. You’re doing good at school.. Ah, you should work harder on getting the heart of the girl you like.. And.. Be careful of stairs.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Stairs???” Kurtz was confused.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Then it was Stella’s and Shana’s turn and finally, Viore’s turn.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The old woman took Viore’s hand. Suddenly, her smile changed into a frown, “I-it can’t be.. Y-you’re..?” tears started to fell down from the old woman’s eye.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Huh? Is there anything wrong with me?” Viore was worried.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>‘What have I done? Did she found out about the chocolates I stole from brother? Or about his book which I burned accidentally? NOOO!!!’ Viore thought.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The old woman finally said, “Young girl, you must be strong. You’ll experience the unexpected. But always remember, you have to believe in your friends, and ‘him’.” The old woman said. Her voice was shaking. Then the old woman walked away, leaving Viore, dumbfounded.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“What’s that about..?” she said. She was frowning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Vi..?” Stella said and waved her hand in front of Viore’s face.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey! Cheer up! It doesn’t mean that it’s true, right?” Kurtz said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yeah, he’s right! Nowadays those fortune tellers are liars!” Shana added.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Uh-huh.” Viore nodded, but she was still frowning.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Shana, Stella and Nathan sighed and started to walk towards their house. They went separate ways.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Finally Viore and Kurtz arrived in front of their house. The house was really ordinary. The wall is painted cream, and they have no garden. It was a really ordinary house. Viore and Kurtz lived there with their grandfather, their parents had passed away when they were still small. Kurtz opened the front door and Viore followed behind him. They walked along the corridor and Kurtz went up the stairs with his hands full of books while Viore stood near the stair, she was spacing out. Suddenly, he slipped and a loud crash was heard.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Ouch!” He shouted, he was lying on the floor now, with his books scattered around.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Nii-Chan? Are you okay? Wait! Y-you fell down from the stairs..? Then what the old woman said is true!! ‘Beware of stairs’! So it means.. AHHH!!!!” She panicked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Oi, calm down! Help me to get up first, will ya?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Oh yeah, sorry. I forgot.. Ehehe..” She helped her brother to stand up. But suddenly, Kurtz’s face changed into a horrified expression.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“KURTZ!! VIORE!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! IT’S A TOTAL MESS!! CLEAN IT UP NOW!!” A 60 years old man said from behind Viore, he seemed furious.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Sorry! We’ll get it cleaned quickly!” Viore and Kurtz said, afraid they might be scolded by their grandfather again.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Good, meet me at the living room when you’re done.” He said and walked towards the living room.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>After they finished cleaning, they went towards the living room. Their grandfather was sitting on a couch, they sat opposite him.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Viore, I need you to do something. As you all know, it was rumored that Gagharv had been developing new weapon. We feared that they’ll start another war. We had been in bad terms with them since ancient times. I need you to accompany Prince Daichi Juwelind as his bodyguard there, along with several other people. We decided to send you since you’re one of the best candidates from the academy. This will be a good lesson for you. Understood?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yes, grandpa.” Viore replied.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Tch. Why her? I bet that bratty Prince just want to spend more time with my cute little sister!” Kurtz sounded pissed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Kurtz! Mind your language or you’ll be grounded! Now Viore, you’ll depart tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp! Prepare yourself.” Grandpa said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yes, grandpa. I’ll miss you two..” Viore said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Don’t worry, it won’t be a long trip.” Their grandpa said and smiled.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Viore felt relieved on seeing his grandpa’s smile, on the other hand, Kurtz was not happy. It seemed there’s something bothering his mind. Wonder what it is?</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Night had fallen, it was already 11 p.m.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span><em>Knock-knock.</em></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Who is it?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“It’s me.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Come in.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The room was dark, it was only lit by a small candle on the table near the bed. The window was left open.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Grandpa, why did you call me?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Kurtz.. This will be hard to you. His Majesty wished for ‘her’ to be exiled.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” Kurtz started to shout.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Unfortunately, no.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“BUT WHY?! WHAT HAD SHE DONE?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Keep your voice down Kurtz, she’s sleeping now, we can’t let her hear this conversation. I don’t really know why myself. But I don’t want to end up in jail also. All His Majesty said was ‘This is for our sake.’ I didn’t know the details, though. Bear with it, Kurtz.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“I won’t let them!” Kurtz said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“<em>sigh</em>. Just as I thought. Sorry.” His grandpa chanted a spell and Kurtz fell asleep immediately.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Viore.. Be strong..”</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The next morning, at 8 a.m.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Be careful on your way.” Her grandpa said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Sure grandpa.” Viore smiled. “Where’s nii-chan?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“He’s still sleeping, I tried to wake him up but it was in vain. You know your brother.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“I’ll surely smack him when I went back!” she pouted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Let’s go, Vi.” Daichi said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Oh okay. Ja ne, grandpa!” Viore waved her hand at her grandpa. She entered the boat and it started to set sail.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Viore was looking at the sea. Daichi was beside her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Ne Daichi, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? I love the scenery!” She said and smiled.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yes, is this your first time sailing?” Daichi asked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yup!!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Viore started humming a tune, while Daichi just kept silent, he focused his gaze on her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hey Vi..” Daichi said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Hmm?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“What if you’re in this position: you have to choose between two options; your country, or someone you love dearly. Which one will you choose?” He asked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Umm. Both of them?”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“You can only choose one, choosing one means betraying the other one.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Umm, that’s a hard choice.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Yes, it is.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“I think I’ll choose the one I loved.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Why?”<br />
<span> </span>Viore smiled, “Just listen to your heart. It’ll surely give you the answer. I can’t tell you my reason for choosing that, because that’s what my heart says, I don’t even know the reason myself. I wanted the ones I love to be happy, maybe that’s why.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Daichi smiled on hearing her answers.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Sometimes you don’t need a reason to do something.” She continued.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>‘Yes, this is what I like about her, Viore Heavenheit. Her positive thinking, her innocence, her smile, everything about her seems so charming.’ Daichi thought.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Why are you asking that question?” Viore asked.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Uh, nevermind. I-It’s for an assignment.. Yes, an assignment! A psychology test! Yes, that’s it! Ehehe..” He said, nervously. ‘I’m such a lousy liar.’ He thought.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Oh, I see. Is there such assignment? Ah! I must’ve forgotten about it!” She clasped her hand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>‘And this girl could be too stupid sometimes..’ He thought.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>Suddenly, someone said from behind them, “Prince Daichi, it’s time.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“.. Sorry, I can’t do that.” He said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“.. Very well, His Majesty had ordered us to do it even though you disagree, and we’re prepared.”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Huh? What are you guys talking about?” Viore said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Vi, stand back!” Daichi shouted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>The man started to chant a spell, Daichi’s body became numb.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“AHHH!! My head hurts!!” Viore shouted, her hands on her head. Her vision started to blur, and the next thing she knew, she collapsed.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>“Guys, take the Prince to his room!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span> </span>‘Damn it! Sorry, Viore. I-I’m not strong enough to protect you. Please be safe.’ Daichi thought.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>End of Chapter 1</strong></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong>So, how was it? Good or bad? Please give comments. I really appreciate it if you would.</strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong>Thank you so much for reading my story. By the way, I haven&#8217;t decided on the title of the story yet.</strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong>Can someone please give me some ideas? Thank you so much. </strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong>Oh, another one, Nathan&#8217;s picture is not fixed yet, I asked my friend to change it since it doesn&#8217;t fit my imagination. But thanks anyway Paulina!</strong></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong>Special thanks to Paulina and Karina for being my first two readers! And sorry for my bad grammar and spelling errors. Hope you enjoy the story ^^<br />
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;"><strong>-SherryHaibara-</strong></p>
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		<title>Characters</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is a story I made.. But I haven&#8217;t decided for the title yet.. Please read ^^.. I know the grammar is bad.. And I&#8217;m not good at explaining things.. But I promise I&#8217;ll improve =p Oh yeah, here&#8217;s the character, not all of it are drawn yet.. I&#8217;m not the one who draw these.. [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=sherryhaibara.wordpress.com&amp;blog=3105464&amp;post=5&amp;subd=sherryhaibara&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a story I made.. But I haven&#8217;t decided for the title yet.. Please read ^^.. I know the grammar is bad.. And I&#8217;m not good at explaining things.. But I promise I&#8217;ll improve =p</p>
<p>Oh yeah, here&#8217;s the character, not all of it are drawn yet.. I&#8217;m not the one who draw these.. Special thanks to my friend Paulina for helping me on the drawing !</p>
<p>Here they are~</p>
<p>Viore Heavenheit</p>
<p><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h179/Sherry_Haibara/VioreHeavenheit.jpg" alt="Viore Heavenheit" align="left" height="320" width="240" /></p>
<p>Nathan Crimsonfiel<br />
<img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h179/Sherry_Haibara/NathanCrimsonfiel.jpg" alt="Nathan" height="320" width="240" /></p>
<p>Stella<br />
<img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h179/Sherry_Haibara/StellaFeileen.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></p>
<p>I&#8217;ll post the story later =p</p>
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