Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is a fanfic written for entertainment only.
A/N: It's been a while since I write any fanfictions... ^^; Kinda hard to write one now…ahaha…
Italic words – Thoughts/thinking
Chapter 2: Cowboy And Witch
"You have to be kidding me," Harvest Goddess said after she heard the story from Witch Princess.
"I am not to be kidding you," the other woman replied. "She's at my home now. I appreciated it if you moved her back to her house," she added.
Harvest Goddess frowned. "Why don't you use your magic to teleport her back at her home? It's because of you Chelsea is in that state."
"For your information," Witch Princess glared at the green-haired woman. "It was my bratty niece's fault and not mine. And I can't teleport her in that state back to her house just like that. There will be uproar if people saw her condition now."
"What do you mean?" Harvest Goddess tilted her head to the left. "I thought you said that she's only unconscious?" she gave the other woman a sharp glare. "Don't tell me something bad has happened to Chelsea…"
Witch Princess shrugged. "Maa…Who knows? I don't know what kind of spell that brat casted on her but I'm sure she's far more okay than just being unconscious," she said and glared back. "Again, it's not my fault so stop with your blabbing. Just get Chelsea back to her house and call a doctor to check on her."
"Talk is easy. I can't just leave the pond like the way you leave your house. Sure thing I can teleport her back but I'm not so sure of where she's going to be when I do so. I don't want her to end up in the stable," Harvest Goddess replied. "Say, you should go and ask for help from there," she said, pointing at a building near the pond.
"The church? You sure want me to enter YOUR church?"
Harvest Goddess nodded. "Nathan should be able to find someone to take Chelsea back to her house. I normally wouldn't want you to be there but for the sake of Chelsea, I make an exception…today."
"Hmph," the other woman said and turned. "It's not like I wanted to go there. But just like you say, it's for Chelsea's sake. I kind of like her company and didn't want her to be unconscious forever."
Harvest Goddess stared at disbelief at the other woman in front of her. "Wow. So you actually cared for someone?" she teased and grinned. "That's something that rarely happened."
"Oh, shut up," Witch Princess grumbled and walked away and entered the church.
This is some kind of a joke, right? Vaughn thought, as he laid the unconscious body of the Sunshine Islands' rancher on her bed. What kind of idiot would agree to be experimented on by those crazy witches on Mystic Islands?
"Apparently, that idiot is that woman lying there," Witch Princess said and pointed to the lying woman on the bed. "And just so you know, I am not crazy…my niece is another story though," she continued, eyes kept on staring at the lying woman. "Just because I asked you to carry Chelsea here and that she falls unconscious in MY house doesn't mean that you can have such thoughts on me."
"Che," Vaughn muttered, glaring at Witch Princess. "Don't read my mind as you pleased. You're to blame too. You shouldn't have your niece testing a new magic on her at the first place."
The older woman sighed. "Why did YOU have to be the one the spectacle girl asked for help? You're the most anti-social person in the islands that I ever knew. Such a waste of a handsome face like yours," she smirked, staring at the silver-haired man.
"None of your business," Vaughn growled, lowering the tip of his black hat down. He remembered when he met Sabrina outside her mansion and when she stuttered, asking him to help with something. She's weird. "I don't need you to tell me what to do here. Just hurry up and treat Chelsea," he added and leaned against the wall near the bed, folding his arms in the process.
"Well, I can do that…," she replied, walking towards the unconscious woman and held her left hand. Just as I thought. "But I'm afraid I can't do anything about her lost memories."
The silver-haired man was shocked at the older woman's words. "What did you-" Vaughn's words were cut off when the door creaked open, revealing a man in a blue jumper with a spiky blonde hair.
"Chelsea!" he cried and rushed towards the brown-haired woman, kneeling down besides the unconscious body. "Chelsea! Are you alright? Chelsea!"
"Oh please, Mark," Witch Princess rolled her eyes at the young man. "It's not like she can hear you. Can't you see she's unconscious? Quit shouting already."
Mark's face reddened. He stood up and moved away from the bed. "Sorry," he apologized. "Guess I was too carried out when I heard her condition."
Witch Princess smirked, knowing exactly how the blonde feel towards the brown-hair young woman who was lying on the bed. I'm not called a witch for nothing. "I can understand," she replied. She turned to Vaughn. "Hey, how many people in the island know about this-Chelsea's condition?"
"Who knows?" the young man shrugged. "You haven't told me what's wrong with Chelsea."
"Yeah," Mark added. "How did this happen? Is she okay? Or is she hurt anywhere?" he asked the older woman.
"Slow down, slow down," Witch Princess said, raising both her hands. "Where should I start? Let's see…she's unconscious because of my bratty niece's magic and no, she's not hurt. She only lost her memories. You don't have to worry about her."
Vaughn slammed the wall behind him with his left hand. "She lost her memories and you told us not to worry about her?" he raved; his eyes clearly show how angry he is. "Are you nuts?"
Mark stared in surprise at the other man. Whoa. I never saw him acting this way before. He turned to the Witch Princess and saw that she's also seemed surprise at the cowboy's sudden outburst. Mark gulped. I have a bad feeling about this…
"Watch your tongue, kid," Witch Princess replied him. Although she was surprised at the younger man's behavior, she showed no sign of backing down. "It's not like she's dead. She only lost her memories."
Vaughn twitched at the older woman's words. "So you're saying that we should worry about her only if she's dead? What's the point of doing that if she's not breathing anymore?" he continued.
Eeeks! Mark shivered at the words the other man said to Witch Princess. He turned to the silver-haired man. Note to self; never ever made Vaughn angry. He looked like he's ready to eat someone. "Vaughn…I think Witch Princess only said that…"
"Shut up, blondie," Vaughn snapped at him. "This has nothing to do with you."
Mark frowned. That's it. No more Mr. Nice Guy. "You don't have to be that rude, you know. You're not the only one who's worry about Chelsea. Besides, yelling around like this won't do anything to help her."
"You got guts standing to the cowboy like that, boy," Witch Princess said to Mark as she watched the two men bickering in front of her. It seemed that the cowboy have forgotten that he's actually mad at me. Hehehehe. I am so enjoying this. She turned to the unconscious woman on the bed behind her. You're one lucky girl, Chelsea. Too bad you couldn't see what's happening now.
Che. "You're pissing me off, blondie," Vaughn growled, glaring at the other man. You always pissed me off by hanging around Chelsea. Vaughn frowned at his thoughts. Now where did that come from?
"Oh yeah? You're pissing me off too…with your grumpy attitude and your…your… Ugh. Everything about you pisses me off!" Your cowboy outfit, your grumpiness, the way you talk to everyone and-especially-when you're around Chelsea. "I bet people on the island have the same thoughts as I am."
Wo-hoo~! Way to go, blondie! Witch Princess has to resist the urge to shout her thoughts. This is so exciting! Much more exciting than any pranks I ever did to other people. I wonder what will happen if they really are going to do 'that' together? Hehehehe… I can't wait to tell them about that…
"I hate the tone you used on me, blondie," Vaughn said, anger was building inside him from the words Mark had just said. "Let me tell you something; it's not wise to make me angry." Hell, I already AM angry.
"Oh?" Mark replied in a sarcastic tone. His hands are balled into fists on each side. "You're saying that I CAN'T take you down in a fight?"
Vaughn glowered at the man in front of him. He moved from the wall he was leaning on and folded his arms on his chest. "Is that a challenge?"
"Bring it on, cowboy," Mark glared at the other man. Gosh, darn it. He's going to regret it for making me angry. He took a glance to the bed. Sorry, Chelsea. I know you don't like me picking a fight with him but I can't stand him anymore. I'll apologize to you when you wake up.
Vaughn and Mark were giving death glares to each other. They seemed to forget that there is still another conscious person in the room. Witch Princess watched all the things happened in front of her with excitement. Oh, my. They're really going to do it? Hey, Chelsea. I bet 100 Gold that the cowboy will win. Witch Princess chuckled. It's been quite a while I feel such excitement coming. She watched as the two men approached each other and feels the atmosphere tensed each time they're getting closer to each other.
"I'll make you regret you decision picking a fight with me, Mark," Vaughn warned the other man, purposely saying the blonde-haired man's name.
Mark smirked. "We'll see about that, Vaughn," he replied him confidently.
They were just about to launch themselves to each other when the door swung open and a figure of another man with blonde hair and white outfit came in. The man blinked at the scene in front of him. "Oh, my. I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?"
Witch Princess slapped her forehead. Damn it. Your timing is too perfect, Prince. "Maa, who cares about that now," she said. "Now that all the main characters are here, I guess I should tell you the way to cure Chelsea." All eyes were pinned on the older woman. "You will have to find her pets in order to restore her memories back."
A/N: Done with chapter 2. It's longer that the previous one. Not much humor here. I have to admit I don't have any idea how to start the story because I only think about the plot in the middle of the story. XD