Magic Knight Rayearth Fan Fiction ❯ Magic Knight Rayearth: Medieval Mystery Series ❯ Angry Aunts and a Cousin ( Chapter 2 )

Magic Knight Rayearth, Medieval Mystery Series...Part 2.

As I promised, this story focuses around Fuu and Ferio. However I had to lay the plot out first. I also decided to make the knights at least 16 in this version, because it seems like a more suitable age to fall in love. This chapter is a little more Fuu/Ferio focused. But first....

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(As always, there is a big long re-cap of the last episode. Unfortunately, I left it in Chapter 1.)

(Scared ya didn't I.)

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Magic Knight Rayearth, Medieval Mystery Series...Part 2.

(It's dawn, and the sun is peaking out between the distant hills and the heavy black clouds overhead. Fuu climbs the hill/dyke thing in front of her house and looks out over the grey land, dotted by yellow highlights of mist and dew. To the north, the castle gleams pale gold in the light. Fuu tilts her head to the sky and observes the clouds.)

Fuu: The air feels lighter today. If the wind keeps up, there won't be a cloud left in the sky tonight.

(She smiles and takes a deep breath of fresh air as the wind tosses her hair gently around her face.)

Fuu: I feel today will be a good day.

(The whinny of a horse on a road in the valley below draws her attention. As she looks, two gleaming carriages, and one horse, race along the road.)

(As we zoom in, we can see Ascott's shadow in a black carriage, Lantis's dark, cloaked, figure upon horseback, and Caladina, sleeping in a the red carriage, face smooshed up against the glass snoring.)

Fuu: They must be from the castle, but where could they be going to so early in the morning?

(The carriages are already miles away.)

Fuu: Hmmm.

(She begins to walk down toward the barn.)

Fuu: I wonder if it has anything to do with the light I saw last night?

(Pan up into another view of the sunrise. Slowly the picture changes showing the same scene only later in the morning...)

Helga: FUUU!!!

Bertha: FUUU!!

(The two of them are laying in two beds on opposite walls of the same room. They're each wearing white night-gowns, with their hair done up in rags, (Medieval equivalent to curlers). The poor beds they are lying on look tiny in comparison to their bulk, and the blankets are pulled as tight as possible to cover their incredible girth.)

Helga: FUU! Where's my breakfast? You know I feint if I get up without eating anything! What do you want me to do, starve to death? FUU?

Bertha: Oh don't wear yourself poor dear, remember your heart condition.

Helga: Yes...*Huff*...of course...*Huff*

Bertha: FUUU! Lazy girl, what's taking you so long!!

Fuu: Coming Helga-san, Bertha-san. I'm sorry, the wood was wet this morning so I couldn't get the fire going right away. It's ready now though.

(She enters the room carrying a tray in either hand.)

Helga: Oh I bet it is dear. With all your lolly-gagging it's probably burnt to a crisp! Well, come on girl, hurry it up, I don't have all day!

(Fuu gives each aunt a covered tray and stands back at the foot of their beds, waiting.)

Bertha: Well now, let's see what we have hear, hmmmm.

(she examines the food on her tray.)

Bertha: Crepes with fresh cream and honey, completely cooked all the way through, without over cooking. Tea, still warm already steeped. Hmmm. It looks lovely dear. You may actually have done it this time, don't you think Helga?

Helga: Mmm, it certainly is tasty Bertha dear. I can't wait to see the main course.

(She's already finished her crepes. Fuu watches with a quiet pride from where she stands.)

Fuu: Do you really like it Bertha-san, Helga-san?

Bertha: Now don't be hasty, we still haven't seen the main course.

Helga: Yes. Perhaps we should take a look at that before we start praising her, after all, anyone can make a half decent appetiser such as this.

Bertha: Quite right, now then, let's see what we have here.

(She opens up the lid to the main course.)

Bertha: Hmmm. Bread, fresh and warm, not burned or doughy. Fresh cheese and butter, sausages nicely laid out. Eggs, sliced apples....what's that?

Helga: I don't know, I've never seen it before. Fuu dear what is this?

(She points to a small amount of round, brownish disks.)

Fuu: Oh that? I couldn't find anything else, so I sliced and fried some potato.

Helga: P...Potato! Did you hear that Bertha!

Bertha: I certainly did! I don't believe it! (To Fuu) You wretched girl!

Helga: After we took you in, fed you, gave you cloths, and THIS is how you repay us?

(She throws the tray across the room at Fuu)

(Note: For many years in France the potato was considered something you'd only feed to pigs or cattle.)

Bertha: Oh! Trying to poison us! Sister, she's trying to poison us!

Helga: Oh dear, oh dear, *Huff* *Huff*

Bertha: Sister? Oh calm down sister, please, she's not worth it. Deep breaths, come on, deep breaths....

Helga (breathing): Hoo, Hooo. Hoooo.....

(She takes a deep breath and stops hyper-ventilating. Bertha is desperately fanning her with her hands.)

Helga: I'm fine now, fine...(sigh)... ... ... Fuu, come here.

(Fuu steps forward hesitantly)

Helga: Fuu...

(She stares at Fuu, waiting for her to speak.)

Fuu: I'm so sorry, I didn't think....

Helga: SILENCE!!

(Fuu cringes at her voice.)

Helga: That's simply the problem Fuu, you never think. You're always too busy day dreaming about who knows what, when you should be working for your dear aunts who have taken such good care of you since the death of your parents, five years ago. We've been very good to you, haven't we Fuu, HAVEN'T WE?

(Fuu's staring at the ground. Bertha begins calming Helga, who is on the edge of hyper-ventilating again.)

Fuu (quietly): Yes Helga-san.

(Helga takes a deep breath and re-gains her composure.)

Helga: Yet, it seems I have failed you Fuu. I promised your mother, my dear baby sister, on her deathbed, that I'd raise you to be a fine, elegant lady...And look at you. 16 years old and you're dirty, lazy, and I do believe that any one of the cows in the barn has a greater intelligence than you. Worst of all, you daydream constantly.

Helga: So, when my dear Louis returns, I shall have him tan your hide like a crepe in boiling oil. Do you understand?

Fuu: ...Yes Helga-san.

Helga: Until then, everyday, you will not sleep or eat until you have weeded the field, swept the chimney, cut the wood, dusted the house, tended the animals, and done the cleaning, mending, laundry, ironing, cooking, polishing and scrubbing, until every little daydream has been wiped from your head. Is that clear?

Fuu: Y...Yes Helga-san.

(She is staring at the floor so you can't see her face, but she moves her hand to wipe tears from her eyes.)

Helga: What are you crying?

Fuu: No Helga-san.

Helga: Good, because crying won't help you, not now, not ever. So hurry and clean this up. You've got a lot of work to get done.

(Later outside, the sun is drifting in and out between broken clouds. Fuu is inside, scrubbing the floor with all possible haste.)

Fuu: Now I've really done it. Helga-san and Bertha-san will never forget about this one.

Fuu: It's a good thing I've got at least two months before Louis-san is set to come home from his tutoring...

(A horse whinny's and comes galloping to a halt just outside the door.)

Fuu: Company? I don't think we were expecting anyone.

(She gets up on her feet just high enough to peek out the window. Once there, she gasps and freezes in place. A tall man, about 25 years old, with a large beer belly and fat face, observes the house uncertainly.)

Man: Hello, is anybody home?...Mom, Aunt Bertha, Dung Beetle?

(He dismounts his horse and looks around at the house for any sign of life. Fuu avoids his gaze by sinking to her knees on the floor inside the window, the confused look of fear still frozen on her face.)

Helga: Fuu, who is it?

Bertha: What are you doing there, answer the door.

Louis: Mother? Aunt Bertha? Is that you?

(A look of maternal pride and joy fill the faces of both aunts. They rush forward to the door, and both try to squeeze though it at the same time.)

Helga: Louis? Is that really you dear?

Bertha: Louis!

Louis: Mother!

(They embrace briefly. Then Bertha hugs him as well.)

Bertha: Oh, my baby. I've missed you so much.

Helga: What are you going on about, he's MY baby. Just look at his handsome face, how could he belong to anyone but me.

(Helga pinches his cheek.)

Bertha: What do you mean, it's obvious he inherited MY good looks, just look at that hair, oh! (Swoon)

Louis: Mother, Aunty, please there's no need to quarrel. There's plenty of me to go around, besides, I'm going to be here for awhile.

Helga: Oh? What do you mean dear?

Bertha: Did something happen at the University?

(At this Louis suddenly slumps his shoulders and looks incredibly pitiful.)

Louis: I'm sorry Mother dear, I've failed you, I...I can't return to the university.

Bertha: Huh?

Helga: Ohh. Dear, come now, tell mother all about it.

Louis: Oh, it was awful. Right from the start my professors hated me, you know they're always so jealous of my good looks. So they dumped extra work on me for no reason. I worked weeks on end to try to please them, and I even finished the extra assignments perfectly, but this just made them even more jealous, and soon the other students began to take after their examples. They wouldn't lend me their notes when I missed a class due to pure exhaustion. And, Mother, there's just weren't enough hours in the day to complete the tasks they set to me. I tried so hard, but I just couldn't make it. I'm sorry that I failed you both...

(The Aunts are just about in tears because of Louis's "oscar" winning performance. They both embrace him again.)

Helga: Oh my precious darling. You could never fail me...

Bertha: It's not your fault. You're teachers have always treated you unfairly, but we know you try so hard...

Helga: My baby, I'm just so glad that you're home again.

Louis: Mother, Auntie, thank-you.

(The three blobs finally separate and the two aunts wipe their eyes on their hanker chiefs.)

Louis: Anyway, how is everything going here, has the Dung Beetle been taking good care of you both?

(Everyone suddenly takes notice to Fuu who is standing silently in the doorway. Helga turns her nose up in the air.)

Helga: Yes, well, we certainly have much to talk about on that front don't we.

(She looks at Fuu threateningly. Fuu looks at the ground, obviously wishing is would just suck her up.)

Bertha: Oh, but let's not let her spoil such a joyous occasion. Louis is finally home, and I know just how to celebrate!

(She giggles and runs off into the kitchen, and starts digging around in one of the cupboards.)

Helga: Bertha dear, what are you hiding up your sleeve?

(Bertha pulls out a few gold coins from some hiding place.)

Bertha: Look sister, I've been saving these for a special occasion, and today is such a day!

Louis: Oh, Auntie, you would do that for me?

Bertha: Of course I would! It's an aunts duty to spoil her favourite nephew! Now then, what would you like to eat tonight dear?

Louis: Oh Auntie, you're too kind. Actually it's been so long since I had stuffed pork roll, you know the ones the butcher on Capital street makes so well.

Helga: Then you shall have it dear. Fuu!

(Fuu suddenly becomes visible again at her place beside the door.)

Fuu: Yes Helga-san?

Helga: Run to the capital and order three stuffed pork rolls from the butcher on Capital street, the one with the red veranda. Make sure they're the good, fat, fresh ones, and hurry back. I'll be expecting you before one hour after high noon...

Fuu:...but Helga-san! That's in three hours! It takes at least two to get to...

Louis: Lower your voice Dung Beetle! How dare you speak to my mother in such a tone! Of all the lazy, useless, things. I could make it to the capital and back in an hour and a half when I was your age! Now then, get a move on! And don't you dare be late, or your hide will pay for it!!

(He hurtles the small sack of money at Fuu and she ducks to avoid it.)

Fuu: Yes Louis-san!

(She turns and runs out the door at top speed, slowing down only enough to grab the money from off the ground. As they watch her leave Louis makes a comment.)

Louis: Mother, auntie, forgive me. I should have never left you with such a useless girl to take care of you. Tell me everything she has done to you while I was away...

***

(Later on, a weary Fuu leans up against a stone wall beside the road to catch her breath. It's obvious she's been running, in her hands she carries a pail covered with a towel, containing the food. As she glances up at the sun...)

Fuu: Oh no! It's already an hour past mid-day! I'm never going to make it! On top of that...

(She looks at the pail she carries with a frightened expression)

Fuu: The money Bertha-san gave me was only enough to pay for two Pork Rolls. However they probably won't believe me, they'll probably think I stopped to eat one, and then...

(She looks to be on the verge of tears for a moment, but then she hardens herself.)

Fuu: Sitting here crying about it isn't going to help any! I've got to get home as soon as possible!

(She runs off down the road until she reaches an opening in the stone wall. The sign reads "Royal Wood Lot. No Entrance." )

Fuu: It's risky, but it's the only short-cut, so I've got to try.

(After a moment's hesitation, she runs off into the forest. Meanwhile...)

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Ferio: TIMBER!!!!

(He swipes a machete blade against a fist-sized rock, which has been wedged into a groove cut in a tree. The friction causes sparks to form, which ignites some kind of dynamite goo in the groove and...)

**KABOOM!!!**

Ferio: AHHH!!!!

(The tree falls over, crashing to the ground as Ferio is sent flying by the force of the explosion. Luckily he lands in a "soft" bush. A small mushroom cloud appears where the stump was.)

Ferio: Ohhh, aie...

Ferio: I think maybe I used a little too much power that time...

(He walks over to a flat stump where he's laid out a few metal cans of powder and paste, and a few pieces of paper instructions. He crosses out a few lines and looks at his problem, stumped. )

Ferio (Muttering): Damn Presea, why'd the instructions have to be so hard! (looking at the paper they're practically scribbles)...And how'd I get picked as the guinea pig to test this stuff out? Magic powder to cut trees faster. This stuff's deadly!

(He sighs heavily and sets back down to try to figure out his problem.)

***

(Elsewhere, Fuu looks around the forest uncertainly.)

Fuu: The exit has to be around here somewhere...

(She looks around the forest and spots a clearing up ahead.)

Fuu: Oh! There it is!

(She runs off towards it, just as Ferio lights a fuse he has rigged up to his next victim tree.)

Ferio: There, that should do it...huh?

(Fuu runs into the clearing and looks around. She stops dead upon seeing Ferio there, and Ferio is so surprised to see her that he forgets about the fuse...)

**SNAP!!**

(The powder explodes in a perfect, contained, explosions. The tree groans, and suddenly begins to fall directly towards Fuu.)

Ferio: HEY! LOOK OUT!!!

(However Fuu is frozen on the spot and can't move.)

Ferio: Idiot! I said MOVE!!!!

(He runs towards her. There is a giant CRASH that echoes through the woods sending birds flying out above the canopy.)

(End part 2)