InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love In A Library ❯ Gogol and Cinderella ( Chapter 2 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

I couldn't say I was less than puzzled about the mysterious handsome man I met, for I was. He confused me. It was if he was a new mystery that is being played in my life's novel, and truth be told, I can't wait for it to unravel.

I can remember every little detail about him, for he haunts my thoughts regularly, even while I'm reading even the deepest and most sincere of books. It's disturbing. Whenever I used to pick up a book, I felt calm and at peace, but now…but now I don't know.

It's hard for me to say that I, the avid and regular reader I am, do not find pleasure in a book so interesting. Perhaps I'm feeling ill, falling to an incurable sickness, for this is not how I am. I have never reacted this way to such a strange meeting, and for that I am annoyed and most importantly, confused.

I walked along the familiar street that Thursday as I debated on whether or not to meet that man. But, honestly, I don't want to call him `that man' anymore. He has to have a name, right? A name that I don't know. So, I decided I would give him his well-deserved nickname we had discussed on our first meeting. Book boy.

I giggled a bit as the memory flashed in my mind. Book boy. It suits him.

I entered the large library, overtaken by the silence within it. It's amazing how much an environment can change by just walking through a door. I scratched my head that lay in a messy bun on my head as I pulled a few strands away from my face. I wasn't exactly sure where to go; this library was so large. There weren't many people, for it was Thursday night, so I stood in the front of this sanctuary alone with a plastic shopping bag filled with the exact number of ten novels. Each week I stop in and check out a book, and it repeats continuously throughout two months. Then at the end of those two months, I turn the rest back in to meet my time limit. It's a schedule I can keep up with, and more importantly, its easy. For me, that is.

I took one final look at myself to see if I looked proper enough or perhaps, good looking. Yes, I was feeling self-conscious and usually I'm not like this. But, somehow, my brain has registered that I should make myself presentable to book boy and that he could, or might be someone I would want to get close to.

I blushed slightly. I would want to get close to him as in a friendly way…probably not for he was that handsome. But, yet, I don't want to be like those women who throw their selves at men's feet. What were they called? Oh, yes, whores and sluts. Silly me.

“Is there anything I can do for ye?” I glanced up to find an elderly woman at a large oak desk with another mid-aged woman sitting next to her. The older woman's gray hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and a weird eye-patch placed over her eye. The younger one, however, wasn't as elderly (for I had mentioned she was mid-aged, not about the age of seventy), but she had a nice friendly face on her.

“Are either of you a Mrs. Kaede?” I asked softly, yet embarrassed. I was asking an old woman if she'd seen a man that I don't even know the name of. But I do remember exactly from our conversation that he had been in contact with a lady at the desk by the name of Kaede, and she might know where he would be now. I just hoped it would work, or this would make me seem like a fool, which I was trying hard to not be. For normally, yes, I can act like a fool and I would love it to not be one of those moments.

“I am, child.” The woman with the eye-patch replied, smiling at me. I blushed even more.

“Erm, I don't know how to explain this, but I'm meeting someone…here…” I drawled as I tried to figure out the right words.

“And whom are you meeting?” The other woman asked. “And, if you'd like to know, my name is Saya. And you can just call Kaede, Kaede. We don't mind.” I nodded simply in politeness.

“Ah, I see. Well, I'm meeting a man here with long silver hair and amber eyes…” I blushed even deeper. “That's all I know.”

“That's all ye know?” Kaede asked, blinking incredulously at me. I nodded back.

“Yes. We…I didn't get to hear his name and he never told me. He just told me to meet here at my regular check out day.” I placed my books in the slot at the desk as Kaede and Saya whispered in hush voices, most likely about me, as I finished. Once I looked up at the two, they both beamed smiles at me that I found rather uncomforting.

“We know exactly who you speak of, girl.” Saya giggled with a smirk. “And he's here. So, he didn't tell you a name, eh?” I shook my head.

“No. None at all. I've just been left with his own nickname that I gave him, but otherwise I know nothing. I probably make no sense.” Kaede sighed.

“Figures he'd do that to such a nice polite girl, aye Saya?” Saya smirked.

“Ah, but every woman does like mystery in a man and we all know how mysterious that man can be. Sometimes I wonder `bout that boy.” Kaede leaned back in her chair leisurely, taking in the information that Saya and herself had just discussed.

“Would you like to know his name, child? Ye shouldn't be left out in the dark.” I thought for a moment before placing a hand on the desk. I smiled slightly as I came to my decision.

“No thanks. I always do love a good mystery now and again, in literature and reality.” Saya raised her eyebrows as her dry chapped lips twisted into a smirk.

“You really did pick a good girl this time, didn't you now?” I turned to the right sharply, my black coat spinning with me.

“Saya, you honestly have no say in this.” I watched him lean on the side of the desk as he shook his head at her, the silver frames of his glasses mid way down his nose. He glanced me over, making me even more self-conscious. I wore a pair of my best black jeans and a crimson red long sleeve top with my black coat.

“I'm glad you came.” He said as his golden eyes met my own.

“I had to get another book, now didn't I?” I asked as I crumpled my plastic bag up and stuffed it in my coat pocket. “It's merely coincidence that you decided to come for I would come anyways.” The corner of his lips did that adorable little smile as he held out his hand to me.

“What do you say, book girl? Tour of the sections you find most attractive?” I placed my hand daintily in his with a smile of my own.

“I'd be delighted, book boy.” He glanced to Saya and Kaede.

“Tell me, when does the children's story time end?” Saya leaned forward on the desk, smiling at me and book boy, playing with a blue ballpoint pen.

“Rin will be out at six thirty. I hope you don't forget her, now.” He sighed.

“I doubt it won't cross my mind. I'll see you on my way out, ladies.” I waved to them as he started to draw me away with him.

“It was nice to meet you!” I called as he continued walking, not allowing me to give proper good-byes to the two women that I knew I was going to befriend.

“They are rather nuisances.” He commented as we entered many tall shelves of books, allowing my attention to waver to them.

“Kaede and Saya?” I asked. “They were friendly. I believe I'm going to talk to them more and more. It's amazing I haven't befriended them yet.” His smile turned into a small smirk.

“Your funeral.” He ran his index finger and thumb along the smooth tip of the woods edge as we looked at the gold indented lettering covered by film sheets of plastic. “You get used to them, if you come as frequently as I do.” I paused, drawing my attention away from the overpowering literature, as I gathered the information I knew about the man that stood beside me.

“Who is Rin?” I blurted before I could word my question, causing me to place my free hand over my lips after it registered deep within my mind. “I'm so sorry, that sounded rude.” I blushed as he smirked at me as we stopped at a local shelf of books.

“I knew you would ask.” He slipped a book from its place, reading the front cover of it closely. “And you didn't sound rude. At all.” He sat it back in its intended place uninterested, glancing at me. “I hope you don't find this odd.”

“What?” I asked, curiously as I stood next to him at the shelf, picking a novel up myself. “I would hardly think you odd, anyways.”

“Seems I made a good impression.” He commented, tilting his head to the side to look at me, though I rarely minded, as I flipped through the pages of Nikolai Gogol, The Nose.

“I take my daughter every week on this day to a story corner. I hope she will be interested in books as much as I am.” I sighed. It made a lot of sense once this information came to me. He could either be a married man who is looking for a new close female `friend' or just looking for a regular friendship. Or, I could be unreasonably wrong and he is divorced and single. Hmm, so many possibilities, no?

“How old is she?” I asked, instead of the lingering question of `Are you single?' that plagued my mind.

“She's about five years old in a few months. I adopted her when she was two.” My smile grew as I bit my lip. Adopting a young girl, how adorable.

“I see…”

“You thought I was married, didn't you?” He asked me with a knowing smirk, hardly phased.

“Yes. Well, I mean…” I blushed. “I guess I couldn't picture you with a child, yet I don't know you completely so I knew I could be wrong.” He stared at me for a few moments, causing me to place a hand to my cheek to poorly try to cover the redness that stained my cheeks.

“You are very beautiful when you blush.” He commented, his back towards me as he turned to the opposite shelf. I stood there, hands on my face as his words made their way to my ears.

“I…I hardly think I'm beautiful.” I scowled through his compliment as that pretty face popped into my head, after so many years of not even sparing a moment to think of her. “Now my sister, she's pretty. I, however, am not.” How could I think of her? And especially in my world? She is not supposed to show up in my world. Her world is the land of modeling while my world is deep within the walls of the intelligent. We are so far apart…so why did she just randomly pop into my mind?

“Your sister, you say?” Book boy asked as I leaned my forehead against the cool wood before me. “I think you are just being modest. It seems in your fashion.”

“In my fashion?” I questioned as I spun around to face him. “I'm not some scared shy little girl hiding behind a bunch of books! I have a life!” We were silent for a moment after my little uncalled for, and not to mention completely random, outburst.

“I apologize if I insulted…” I stopped him mid-sentence by shaking my head, inwardly shouting obscenities at myself for being such an idiot as I stared at the interesting carpeted floor.

“It's not your fault. At all. I…had bad childhood memories. Revolving around my sister, mainly.” I felt a warm on hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump. Our eyes connected, once again I allowed myself to drift off into the milky gold that flooded his eyes.

“Everyone has sibling problems unless an only child.” I laughed sadly.

“I guess so…but my sibling issues are…different.” He raised a simple elegant eyebrow at me as he led me to the area of where we sat before on the day we first met. He placed me in the burgundy chair softly, making me a bit self-conscious as he watched me as I played with the edge of Gogol.

“I do not expect for you to tell me.” He started, allowing himself to sit in the chair beside me, placing a ratty old magazine that once remained on the chair's seat on the oak stand. “We have only known each other for two days…”

“Not even two days.” I commented as I stared at a ripped up piece of carpet that seemed to catch my eye. I didn't want to watch book boy as he watched me.

“If we go into specifics, no, we haven't known each other for two days…but see it this way.” He placed a soft hand on mine, which sat unnoticed by me on the stand as my other hand remained in my lap. “Who am I going to tell?”

“It's just…” I sighed in frustration as I placed Gogol down, not willing to let myself rip the pages of such a great piece of literature. “This is my place. Mine. And now, all of a suddenly I think of my sister whom I despise. It…I don't know. I guess it sends shivers down my spine.” He rubbed his thumb against my skin, allowing me to be soothed for a moment before I could continue, “My sister is a model. She's beautiful. She dresses beautifully, she has an elegant job, she speaks beautifully…she's reminded me this all of my life.”

“How?” He asked softly.

“How?” I chuckled sadly. “When I was a child she used to push me in the dirt, call me names. She would pursue the guys that I had a crush on, and even start nasty rumors about me in school. We were enemies.” I licked my dry lips. “We were sisters.”

“Sisters?” I peeked at him for a moment to see a frown on his face. “Sisters don't act that way…though I have no say. My half brother and I are mortal enemies as well.” I showed him a half smile.

“Of course. But, you know, I thought I'd be rid of her once I moved out of the house…I mean, I had a perfect half-time job and a boyfriend. I had an apartment to myself. But, I guess it was too good to be true. My sister can never truly be out of my life.”

“Let me guess…you found out your boyfriend was behind your back with your sister?” I nodded as I shivered, despite the warm hand over mine.

“It was horrible how I found out. It scarred me for…a long time. It's just a shock to think about it again after so many years.” I smiled softly as I laced my fingers with his. “But it does help to talk to someone after so long.” I blushed shyly as a lone tear escaped my eye. “Thank you.”

“It wasn't a problem for me, my dear. I will listen to your problems whenever you have them.” My eyes widened as I felt his hand on my cheek, wiping away the tear that I had not bothered to wipe away. “You are alone no longer.” I choked in spite of myself as he said those amazingly deep words to me, no matter how simple they had sounded. Yes, perhaps it is a bit silly of me to cry, but, honestly, it felt right. I hadn't known this man, hell, I don't even know his name, and I all ready give him my full trust. And I thought the experience with Inuyasha had cured me of such foolishness!

Hot tears streaked my cheeks as I buried my face in my hands, not allowing him to see my tears. It was rather pointless for I was sobbing a chair away from him, but my heart felt warm; the only time my heart felt truly warm was when I finished a book…and now I feel warm when this man mumbles such a simplistic statement. Could this honestly be a sign for me?

I felt two strong muscular arms around me as I was pulled to a chest. I scrubbed my eyes dry with the back of my hand, though I knew that more tears were to come. He hushed me gently, telling me softly that it was perfectly all right to allow him to see my tears.

How have all my morals been pushed aside at this moment? I had always vowed that if I had found a man worth my interest, I would be myself. But not this self. This is a self that I do not know, and for that, it scares me. It feels that myself, the self that had disappeared so long ago before Inuyasha unreasonably tattered it to pieces, was back. I felt…whole.

“I'm…” I hiccupped childishly. “So sorry.”

“Don't be.” He mumbled as his fingers weaved in and out of my hair, massaging my scalp. “Cry. Do not become like myself, or all will be lost.” I squeezed him as tight as I could. To my pleasure and confusion, a low chuckle erupted from deep within his chest.

“…What?” I asked as I let go of him completely, allowing myself to dry my eyes with my sleeve as I sniffed, like everyone does after they had just bawled their eyes out.

“You are just too darling, book girl.” His melodic laughter pierced the silence of the library. I blushed as I started to giggle a bit too.

“I'm not darling!” I cried as I started to laugh with him. “I'm the least thing from it!” I placed a hand over my mouth as he placed his arm around me, laughing as he did.

“Do not be so modest! You are the most darling woman I've ever met…I haven't laughed since my childhood.” His laughter died own as he righted himself, as I still continued to giggle softly at him.

“What would make you want to laugh? Was I being unconditionally funny?” We turned a corner of books, leading us to an open area labeled `Children Love the Library…' in red block letters along the wall with story characters painted beautifully along the white walls.

“No, my dear.” He took my hand gently as he led me within the children's section of books. “You were being unconditionally cute.” I hid my blush as I turned away from him, noticing the white shelves that held the small cute books I used to read as a child. Classics danced across the walls between the shelves with three chubby little pigs with a wolf hiding behind a tree…another was a lady by a shoe with a bunch of children.

“`…But remember! You must leave the ball at midnight and come home. For that is when the spell ends. Your coach will turn back into a pumpkin, the horses will become mice again and the coachman will turn back into a mouse... and you will be dressed again in rags and wearing clogs instead of these dainty little slippers! Do you understand?' Cinderella smiled and said, `Yes, I understand!'” I stopped as I heard a man's voice, squeaking out Cinderella's part of the story. Book boy looked at me with a smirk as we drew nearer, and nearer to the children's corner where a story time was taking place.

“Oh, but we can't interrupt that!” I cried as I stopped him. “I will never take a child from their story. Never.” He gripped my hand tighter as he pulled me around the corner.

“Ah, but this is an exception. We are expected.” I blinked at him as confusion, once again, filled my mind. This man was all that: confusing.

“What?” I asked loudly before I could stop myself. Little different colored heads turned their attention to us, big eyes staring mainly me down. I had interrupted their story time.

I felt horrible at first, but book boy gave me a supporting smile as if trying to say `You need not to blame yourself'.

“Oh, it looks like you are a bit late today. We're half way through the story, but I guess you can jump in…” The storyteller said with a brilliant smile. “You and your lady friend there.” I stared at the man for a moment; his features were quite extraordinary. He had a pretty face, for a man, and had his hair up in a messy bun like mine, yet more detailed in work. I could tell, by his voice, that he was gay. Perhaps my gaydar was speaking to me, but my gaydar, when working, is usually never wrong.

“Of course. We would be delighted, me and my lady friend, to entertain you children with the story of Cinderella.” He stepped away from me, letting go of my hand only to make me blush.

“B-But, I can't…” I smiled weakly at him and the children. “I can't act.”

“You could try, Miss…what is your name?” The gay man asked me, making me fidget under all the children's stares.

“Kagome.” I replied, only making book boy quirk that annoyingly handsome eyebrow of his at me. Before the gay man could continue, book boy had dropped to one knee dramatically, making the children giggle.

“What are you—”

“Miss Kagome, my fair maiden.” He spoke nobly, drawing out my name. If I was a maiden, hell, I'd drop to the floor with giddy stars revolving around my head. “This lord would be honored to be your prince, Cinderella, only if you would let me.” He placed a soft kiss on my hand, the giggles echoing in the room. “What do you say, fair lady?” I pulled my hand away from his with a smile on my face, turning away from him with my arms crossed.

“I'm not sure, milord. You have not yet convinced me.” He spun around to face me, clutching my hands in his again.

“If I cannot waver your decision, what of the children? Have they no say in what they wish?” I hid my smile by lifting my nose haughtily in the air.

“Only if the children demand me of it will I participate.” He then looked to the children, tilting his head to the side.

“Children, you are the only one's who will make this beautiful princess play the part of Cinderella. Will you demand it of her to play…” I gasped as he placed his hand around my throat loosely. “Or will it be her head?”

“Her head!” A few little boys chanted. “Her head! Her head!” I placed a hand to my forehead. Great, I have little children against me. Thanks so much, book boy. Truly.

“Oh! How dare you turn your back on me, boys? Girls, what do you think? Should I let this noble lord be my prince? Or should I simply refuse and lose my own head?”

“Go with the prince!” A blonde little girl squealed, making me smile. Another little girl with shiny black hair held in a side ponytail stood.

“Play Cinderella! Don't lett'em cut off your head!” I nodded as I fell back in book boy's arms.

“So be it. I will play, only for the sake of the little girls that sit before me.”

“Noble choice, milady.” Book boy smirked at the gay man. “You may begin where you left off, for milady has agreed.” Book boy parted from me for a moment to the other side of the room with a wink. At that moment, the gay man cleared his throat before continuing to story.

“When Cinderella entered the ballroom at the palace, a hush fell. Everyone stopped in mid-sentence to admire her elegance, her beauty and grace. `Who can that be?'people asked each other. The two stepsisters also wondered who the newcomer was, for never in a month of Sundays, would they ever have guessed that the beautiful girl was really poor Cinderella who talked to the cat!” I gracefully took off my coat as I started down the steps, and struck a small pose. I placed my jacket to the side, placing my palm to my cheek for the innocence I was hoping to portray.

“When the prince set eyes on Cinderella, he was struck by her beauty. Walking over to her, he bowed deeply and asked her to dance. And to the great disappointment of all the young ladies, he danced with Cinderella all evening. `Who are you, fair maiden?' the Prince kept asking her.”

I watched book boy look up from where he was, attracting the children's attention. He raised that simple elegant eyebrow before gliding over to me, bowing deeply as he approached.

“I am struck by your beauty, fair maiden!” He complimented loud enough for everyone to hear. “You must grace me with this dance.” I smiled.

“I'd be delighted, my prince.” I sang, adding a curtsy for theatrics. I took his hand as his other arm snaked around my waist. I blushed slightly as we started to dance to the silent music that played within the room.

“You must tell me, my dear. Who are you, my fair maiden? I have never seen another with such striking beauty.” The gay man smiled at us, I saw, at the corner of my eye before continuing.

“But Cinderella only replied: `what does it matter who I am! You will never see me again anyway.' `Oh, but I shall, I'm quite certain!' he replied.”

“Well, sir, it doesn't matter who I am! You will never once see me again, anyway!” I said with a pretty laugh, as he drew me closer in our dance.

“Oh, but I believe I shall see you again, my dear. How can I not? I'm quite certain I cannot stay away from a pretty face such as yours.” I giggled softly, allowing the storyteller to continue.

“Cinderella had a wonderful time at the ball... But, all of a sudden, she heard the sound of a clock: the first stroke of midnight! She remembered what the fairy had said, and without a word of goodbye she slipped from the Prince's arms and ran down the steps. As she ran she lost one of her slippers, but not for a moment did she dream of stopping to pick it up! If the last stroke of midnight were to sound... oh... what a disaster that would be! Out she fled and vanished into the night.” I dramatically broke away from book boy, placing the back of my hand back to my forehead.

“I must leave! I'm so sorry!” He smiled slightly through our performance as he took a step forward to me, appearing to try to catch me, as I jiggled my foot in my tennis shoe so it would have a better chance of falling off.

“But you cannot leave now, beautiful maiden! I—”

“I'm sorry!” The storyteller made a low dinging of a bell in a deep voice, making the children go into hysterics as I started up the steps, playing with my shoe. I stopped, giggling myself, as the damned shoe wouldn't fall off my foot as I had planned.

“Oh no! My foot is stuck!” I cried as I pretended to unhook my shoe from a random shelf. I then pulled the annoying footwear off my foot, and vanished around the corner.

“The Prince, who was now madly in love with her, picked up her slipper and said to his ministers, `Go and search everywhere for the girl whose foot this slipper fits. I will never be content until I find her!' So the ministers tried the slipper on the foot of all the girls... and on Cinderella's foot as well...”

“Go find her!” Book boy declared to a boy with brown hair, making him giggling. “I must find my princess! Have every girl try on this shoe, and if it fits, I know I have found my love!” I laughed as he handed the boy my tennis shoe, making him try to fit it on a few of the giggling little girls feet, though I knew that it wouldn't be able to fit. How would it? I am a size...hmm, about a size eight in American shoes. I sighed dramatically as I came about the corner, dancing about in circles, though my balance was a bit off since I only had one shoe.

“Oh, what a wonderful night that was! I just wish I could see my prince again…” The boy approached me with my shoe.

“And what is this, sweet minister? What do you ask of this poor girl?” I smiled as the boy lifted up my shoe cutely, blushing as he did.

“Shoe…” He mumbled. I only gasped in fake surprise.

“Yes, it is a shoe! And what must I do with it? I have heard the rumors of the prince finding that woman, but they are true? You wish for me to try it on?” He nodded at me, extending his hands out with the shoe. Oh, book boy, you just had to pick a shy one, didn't you?

“Surprise! The slipper fit perfectly!” The storyteller exclaimed as I placed it on my foot. “`That awful untidy girl simply cannot have been at the ball,' snapped the stepmother. `Tell the Prince he ought to marry one of my two daughters! Can't you see how ugly Cinderella is! Can't you see?' Suddenly she broke off, for the fairy had appeared. `That's enough!' she exclaimed, raising her magic wand. In a flash, Cinderella appeared in a splendid dress, shining with youth and beauty. Her stepmother and stepsisters gaped at her in amazement, and the ministers said, `Come with us, fair maiden! The Prince awaits to present you with his engagement ring!'”

“Oh my!” I gasped as the little boy giggled. “It fits!” The little boy shyly took my hand, an incredibly cute expression on his darling little face.

“You have to meet my prince!” The boy said loudly, proudly now as his shyness wore off. I placed a hand on my cheek.

“I must! Show him to me.” He led me across the room where book boy paced back and forth, making the children giggle with glee.

“My maiden!” He exclaimed. “You have found her. I thank you, kind minister. Your deed will be repaid. But as for now...” He made me squeal like a young girl as he swept me up to him closely, faces inches away from my own. “I must hear your name.”

“Ka…” I blushed slightly at my own fumble. “Cinderella.”

“A lovely name for a most lovely woman. Now…your face has filled my dreams. I must have you with me, or I cannot live!” I snorted, very unladylike.

“A proper proposal, please!” He smiled at me as the children laughed even harder, amusement in those pretty amber eyes of his, as he went to his knee, his hands clasped onto mine.

“Marry me, my love. If you do, I will lavish you with jewelry, and wealth that you would never dream.” I scowled at him.

“But what if I do not want that?” I asked as I turned away from him, fidgeting a bit with my shirt.

“What do you want, Cinderella? I will give you anything in the world.” I turned around and jumped into his arms. He surprisingly caught me as if anticipating that I would, in fact, try to pull the stunt I had managed to do (if you notice, I did it without looking like a fool, also).

“Give me you.”

“Of course.” He went for dramatics, I could tell, as he spun me around before placing a soft peck on my lips. I flustered immediately, making him smile a bit more before he kissed me again, only for a longer moment without hesitation.

“So Cinderella joyfully went with them, and lived happily ever after with her Prince.” The storyteller concluded as he eyed us, though I could rarely tell for I had to close my eyes as he kissed me so I could play the part. “The End.”

He let go of my lips, making me stare at him a few moments before he put me down. Children's clapping, screaming, and laughter ruined our little intimate `moment'. He took my hand, however, making us bow before them as if we had just starred in an actual play.

“Wonderful!” The gay man cried. “That was your greatest performance! You two should become stars of our next story!” I smiled as he sighed.

“Perhaps we should. But honestly I wasn't exactly prepared. I didn't have an engagement ring to give to my Cinderella.” He paused. “Wait a moment.” He dug into his pocket before pulling out a silver plastic ring with two fake blue stones surrounding a purple one. “My ring to you, Cinderella.” He took my hand, slipping his ring onto the finger where my engagement ring would be placed.

“I thank you, my prince. I will never take it of as long as I shall live.” He smirked.

“I'll hold you to that, my maiden. If you do not wear it this Thursday, perhaps I shall take your head?” I smiled as I leaned towards him.

“Take off my head? I don't think you have the guts to try.”

“Perhaps.” He placed another soft peck on my lips. So now, I officially knew this about my book boy:

1. He loves to read...especially Romeo and Juliet (I will never forget that)

2. He is intelligent, and that in all, is surprising.

And 3... Book boy loves children.

Cinderella story found at http://www . /room108/ Cinderella/ cinder3.html (Ignore the spaces and you'll be set) Cool story (dorky sound effects, but rather catchy music), really. Not at ALL mine. I just needed a Cinderella story since I couldn't find a children's book. Hmm.

Guess who the little girl with the side ponytail is? Ba ba ba! And the gay man? You probably know, for it is rather obvious. Ah well.

I'll try updating once a week, but it gets tough. So, I'll start on chapter tres (3) soons. Bring in those reviews, baby!

Lilith-dono