Full Moon Wo Sagashite Fan Fiction ❯ Find Me True Love ❯ Wife Hunting ( Chapter 1 )

Find Me True Love

 

By: Orenji.Tea

 

Genre: Alternate Universe/Romance/Drama

 

Pairing: Mostly Takuto/Mitsuki, some bits of Takuto/Meroko, and Misuki/Izumi

 

Rated: R

 

Summary: A/U. Prince Takuto is forced by his otou-san, Lord Wakaouji, to find a woman to become his wife before he retires. Takuto finally finds a girl that he wants to spend the rest of his life with but does she love him back? Can true love be torn apart by jealousy and hatred?

 

A/N: This is my second overall fic that I wrote but my first time doing a chaptered one. I hope that everyone enjoys this one. I do not have everything planned out on what is going to happen so I will be playing it by ear and develop the plot as it goes on. Hopefully, I will be able to get a lemon into this! =) Again, I would like to thank duoduel, my beta. Enjoy guys.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I am merely borrowing them. =) They all belong to Arina Tanemura. As well, the lyrics in the middle of the fic are from the song Eternal Snow by Changin' My Life. It is featured as the 3rd ending for the anime.

 

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Chapter 1: Wife Hunting

 

“Promise me, okay?” the little girl sitting beside him said with a big smile on her face. He watched as she stretched out her baby pinky and waited for him to seal the promise. He looked down at himself to find that he was a little boy once gain. He quickly glanced at the girl next to him but everything was too blurry to make out who she was.

 

`This must be a dream,' he thought as he looked at his surroundings. Everything was hazy but he could see that he was in a large garden with lots of beautiful hana and sakura blossoms blooming all around him. He was sitting next to a large water fountain and next to the little girl who he had no idea was.

 

Who was this girl? She seemed vaguely familiar and only a few years younger than him. It was like he knew her. But from where?

 

“Who are you?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face while the girl was still sticking forth her pinky for him to do the same.

 

“What do you mean, Takuto?” she giggled, “…You seem to be acting weirdly today.”

 

Still seeing his confused face, she added, “All I want you to do is promise me, Takuto!”

 

“Promise you what?” he asked.

 

“Promise that you will be with me forever and ever, silly!” she giggled again and flipped her long pink hair back behind her shoulder.

 

“Takuto-kun, you have such short-term memory!” she joked and took his larger hand in her smaller ones, “You also promised that you would marry me one day too! Remember, on the hill a few days ago?”

 

“Uhh, not really,” he said quietly and heard her sigh.

 

“You'll remember one day I'm sure,” she said and closed the distance between them. “Takuto…”

 

He heard her sigh happily and wrapped her arms around his own. “Takuto, promise me that you won't leave me for another girl,” she quietly but seriously, “I have a feeling that another girl is going to come today to take you away from me.”

 

Takuto had no idea what she was saying. `Is she trying to tell me something?' he thought to himself.

 

He tried to scoot away from her but her grip on him was like steel. He sighed in defeat. He didn't even know who this girl was…or did he? He was truly confused.

 

“Me-chan!” a voice behind them called, “It's time to go home now.”

 

He was relieved when the small girl let go of his arm and ran towards the woman waiting for her. He turned around to see who it was.

 

`Must be her mother,' he thought as they disappeared into the fog, leaving him alone in the garden. `Wait a second…Me-chan?'

 

Her name seemed oddly familiar.

 

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“Takuto-sama! Haiyaku onegai-shimasu!” the voice pleaded out.

 

There was a sound of shuffling of a tray and a few boxes before the small maid exited his chambers, leaving his breakfast on the table. Takuto sighed as he lazily folded his arms and put them under his head, staring up at the ceiling.

 

The dream that he had certainly had been weird. It had been recurring to him again and again for the past few nights and he really wanted to know why.

 

`Could it mean something?' he thought. He tried to remember if he ever had a girl as a childhood friend when he was younger and if he had ever promised her anything but it just didn't come to his head. He had a feeling that the dream was telling him something was going to happen, soon.

 

`Maybe,' he considered. But he had other things to think about, more important things on his mind such as what was going to happen today. Picking a wife. Marriage. What fun. He was definitely not looking forward to it.

 

A few months ago, his otou-san, Lord Wakaouji of the Eastern Lands, had demanded that he had to start looking for a woman to marry and who would help him rule the Eastern lands after he retired of old age. So far over the past few days, many princesses and young noble ladies had arrived from all over Japan to come and see if they would make a suitable wife for him, and none of which he really took a liking of.

 

`Why even bother marrying,' he was beginning to think as he got up from the bed slowly.

 

Today was the last day the women would be coming to see him. If he didn't choose someone that he was going to spend the rest of his life with today, his otou-san would skin him alive! He dreaded it…

 

“Takuto-sama!” he heard the maid holler again.

 

“Alright, alright, I'm coming already!” he yelled.

 

He walked into his walk-in closet to find some clothes. He tossed out a pair of jeans, a nice red t-shirt…nothing formal or special like how he was supposed to be dressing like since he was a prince. He really didn't give a damn about looking or dressing like one.

 

He looked at the clock that hung on top of his fireplace. “Kuso!” he cursed. If he didn't hurry, he was going to be late. He quickly dressed and checked his appearance one last time in front of the mirror before he ran out of his chambers and down the grand staircase leading to the grand hall.

 

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“Lord Wakaouji-sama, presenting Kagahomi-hime!” the announcer shouted.

 

Takuto sighed and shifted in his seat. He had absolutely no interesting these girls that were coming in. Either they were all too overdressed or they had too much make-up masking their face. Some of them also seemed like they were trying too hard to impress him and capture his attention when they did a little dance or something to show off a little bit of their talent.

 

For some reason, his father had required them all to show off a “talent” that they had. He had no idea why he required them to do that since he wasn't a person to like a certain person just because they had talent. He really thought that it was stupid. After a while as the girls continued to come in, he shifted his gaze over to his father to see if he was enjoying the whole event.

 

“Shinotami-hime, my Lord!” the announcer piped.

 

He watched as his father nodded, acknowledging the announcer. Seeing his son looking at him, Lord Wakaouji met his son's eyes. “Nan desu ka?” he asked.

 

“Iie, it's nothing,” Takuto replied and looked back at the long line of women waiting their turn outside of the hall. He didn't even want to think of what would happen if he didn't choose one of the girls to marry today. His father had once been nice and kind to him, but lately over the past few years, there had been a lot of tension between them since the war against the other parts of Japan had recently started.

 

He was dreading the end of the day and now there were only three line-ups left of girls waiting. He watched the last few bunch of women taking careful notice to see if they had pretty features, a good act, or just overall good-natured looking. None to his satisfaction unfortunately.

 

His heart sank when he saw the line up outside. Only around five girls left and he would have to make his decision after. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life with someone he didn't even want to be with, someone that he didn't love.

 

`Kuso!' he thought, `Why did otou-san have to get him to marry now of all times! Why couldn't I just find someone I like when the time is right, like how a normal person would?!'

 

Finally, there was only one girl left in line. His heart sank to his toes. `Please be the one,' he repeated to himself over and over again. He was truly afraid to look up. He crossed his fingers and just as the girl arrived, he looked up.

 

The first thing he saw was the prettiest—no, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. `Is my mind playing tricks on me?' he thought to himself.

 

Stunned by her beauty and gracefulness as she walked up closer to the throne where his father and he sat, he couldn't look away as he sat there with his mouth open, gawking at her.

 

“My Lord, I present to you the very last princess we have brought here today. Mitsuki-hime from the Northern Lands of Japan!” the announcer announced with an air of finality.

 

There was clapping and then silence when the audience watching the presentation waited for the girl to do her special performance for the Lord of the Eastern Lands and his son. Takuto watched eagerly as he waited. He still hadn't looked away from her the entire time.

 

He definitely couldn't get enough of her. She had beautiful blue eyes that you could just sit and feel like you were drowning in the dark pools of water, and her silk curls were a beautiful colour of dark brown pinned to the side of her head, flowing down gracefully. Her lips were small but cute with the colour of pinkish-red like the sakura blossoms he had blooming in his private garden. Oh, how he wanted to brush his thumb against her lips and watch them tremble from his touch. And her skin, it was as white and as creamy as snow with a tint of pink on her cheeks. The girl smile and he watched little dimples appear on either side of her cheek.

 

`Kawaii,' he thought in a daze.

 

Finally after the whole hall was silent, Princess Mitsuki stepped up closer to the throne. She slowly closed her eyes and opened her mouth and started to sing.

 

Kimi wo suki ni natte Dorekurai tatsu no kana?

Kimochi Fukurande yuku bakari de

Kimi wa Kono omoi kidzuiteiru no kana?

Ichido mo kotoba ni wa Shitenai kedo

 

Yuki no youni Tada shizukani

Furitsumori Tsudzukete yuku

 

Hold me tight Konna omoi nara

Dareka wo suki ni naru kimochi

Shiritaku Nakatta yo

I love you Namida tomaranai

Konnan ja Kimi no koto

Shirazuni ireba Yokatta yo

 

Kimi wo itsumade omotteiru no kana?

Tameiki ga mado garasu Kumoraseta

 

Yureru kokoro Tomosu kyandoru de

Ima Tokashite Yukenai kana?

 

Hold me tight Oreru hodo tsuyoku

Kogarashi Fubuki ni deatte mo

Samukunai youni to

I miss you Kimi wo omou tabi

Amikake no Kono mafuraa

Konya mo hitori Dakishimeru yo

 

Eien ni furu yukiga aru nara

Kimi he to tsudzuku kono omoi Kakuseru no kana?

 

Hold me tight Konna omoi nara

Dareka wo suki ni naru kimochi

Shiritaku Nakatta yo

I love you Mune ni komiageru

Fuyuzora ni sakebitai

Ima sugu kimi ni Aitai yo

 

It was the most beautiful song he had ever heard and she had the sweetest and most pure voice too. It was unbelievable how there was like a goddess in front of him. She had the looks and even the voice, the talent. She had it all. Yes, this was the girl he wanted to marry. He wanted to be with her day and night for the rest of his life.

 

“Arigato gozaimasu,” she said quietly and gave a little curtsy.

 

There was a pause as the crowd took in what they had just heard and murmured among themselves. Soon, the crowd was cheering as they applauded her spectacular performance.

 

Takuto watched attentively as the many servants ushered the girl out of the hall into her chambers where she would be staying the night. Soon she had disappeared from his view and the guests also started to leave to retire to their chambers for the night.

 

After everyone exited, his otou-san and him were the only ones left in the hall. “My son,” his father spoke, “What do you say about the fine women? They were absolutely beautiful.”

 

“H-hai, they were,” Takuto lied. What was he supposed to say? That they all weren't to his taste? His otou-san would have slapped him on the face. Hard.

 

`Okay,' he thought to himself, `just relax. Just make him happy.' That was the policy.

 

“Ne,” Lord Wakaouji said, “Has any one of them caught your eye?”

 

Takuto nodded. “Hai. Princess Mitsuki -”

 

“Princess Mitsuki you say,” he said interrupting with a smile on his face. “Now that, is an excellent choice I must say so myself.”

 

Takuto was creeped out when he said that but he ignored it. His dad was probably just a little on the crazy side.

 

“Then the wedding will take place a month from today so that you will have a little time to get…acquainted with your to-be wife.”

 

“Arigato gozaimasu otou-san,” Takuto thanked him. “Arigato, arigato.”

 

As he exited the banquet hall and walked back to his chambers, he couldn't help but feel a bit giddy and out of his character, like he was drunk. `Mitsuki,' he repeated to himself. He just loved the way her name rolled off his tongue.

 

//

 

Mitsuki sighed as she sat down on her queen-sized bed. Today had been wonderful as she had presented herself to Lord Wakaouji and his son, Prince Takuto. She had been fascinated by how things worked in this castle.

 

She had sung her heart out as the act of talent she was to expose. She actually really loved to sing. It was her passion ever since she was young and she would usually sing while she worked back at home.

 

Today she had remembered to smile and pretend to be very princess and lady-like. She even remembered to curtsy!

 

`How do people afford such luxuries?' she pondered to herself as she looked around the room where there were expensive furniture and decoration.

 

The truth was, Mitsuki wasn't actually a real princess from the Northern states of Japan. She was actually a peasant girl from a very poor and unfortunate family. But for some odd reason, someone entered her name in the list of people to attend the `selection of Prince Takuto of the Eastern Lands' possible wife' event. She had just agreed to come when the people had contacted her that she was accepted.

 

She had always wanted to travel to different parts of Japan, which wasn't possible since her family had very little money. As well, she had also heard from rumors going around that Prince Takuto was quite handsome and she really wanted to see just how handsome he was. And boy was he handsome! She thought that she would die when she saw how cute he was. He was probably a few years older than her but age definitely didn't matter to her.

 

It really had been all for fun to pretend that she was a real princess from the Northern States of Japan. She had been treated so nicely by the people who had made her look like how she was now by doing her make-up, dressing her up and doing her hair. Well, that was probably because they all thought that she was a real princess. Overall, it truly was a lovely experience and she really appreciated it.

 

`But tomorrow, it will all be over,' she thought sadly. It didn't really bother her though since she would be back with her family again (well, her grandmother and their family friend, since her parents had already died when she was very young).

 

“Arigato obaa-chan and Tanaka-san for agreeing to let me experience this,” she said aloud to herself.

 

The three all worked at a fabric factory where they made clothes and enjoyed each other's company at the same time. Mitsuki sighed once again and fell back on to the soft bed. How she always wanted to sleep in a bed like this! It was like a dream come true.

 

Tonight, she would be able to take a proper bath and be clean when she went to sleep. Thinking about all the other good things that she could do tonight, she fell asleep where she had lain on the bed with a smile on her face.

 

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Thank you guys for reading! Please read and review. I've already written part of the second chapter so hopefully that will be up soon.

 

Japanese words used:

 

Haiyaku onegai-shimasu - hurry please

 

Otou-san - father

 

Kuso - damn

 

Nan desu ka - what?

 

Hana - flower

 

Iie - no

 

Hai - yes

 

Kawaii - cute

 

Arigato gozaimasu - thank you very much

 

Obaa-chan - grandmother