Summary: The gaurdians are now in highschool. Rima has always had servants (fanboys) at her disposal, and is used to giving orders. But one day, when she pushes her luck too far, she is visited by the fairy godmother she never knew she had. Suddenly, Rima's no longer the one in charge, but instead must obey any order given to her. Will Nagihiko take this opportunity and use it to his advantage? Rima is desperate to break her enchantment, but might need a little help. And she might not be the only one with a curse.
A/N: This is the first chapter of Rima Enchanted, which is what you guys wanted me to write next. I won't actually be starting this fic until I finish the Million Dollar Bet, but this is just sort of like a teaser. I might post the first chapter of the Million Dollar Challenge, too, but it will be a while.
Also, the rating may go up to T. I can't say at this point.
Sorry if they're a little bit OOC at first, that's how things tend to start out in my stories. It will get better. I'm also warning you ahead of time that there will be plot holes, and a few missing details, like language differences that I'm just not going to bother with.
In Which Rima Meets Her Fairy Godmother
I was one year into high school, and I had already come to the simple conclusion that I hated it. There was just way too much homework.
So, what had I done? I dumped my summer homework on my fanboys. What did they ask in return? Absolutely nothing. And somehow, I got away with it.
At least, I thought I did.
I was perfectly fine until the fairy godmother I never knew I had showed up unannounced in my bedroom. For some odd reason, fairy godmothers hate cheating. It's just a weird quirk they have, I guess.
The whole thing started like this:
"Rima-chan," Kusukusu said, "Your phone is ringing." I looked at the chara floating by my side.
"I know," I told her, not answering the call.
"Why don't you answer it?"
"It's baka-Purplehead-Fujisaki," I replied.
It stopped ringing., then started up again a few moments later. Glancing at the caller ID, I growled, but flipped it open and held it to my face. "What do you want, Purplehead?"
"Konichiwa, Rima-chan," said a cheery voice on the other end. I just insulted him and he's being polite. See why I can't stand him? It wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't just so nice all the time.
"Answer my question," I barked.
"Did you already do your over-the-summer homework for this year?" he asked.
"What do you think?"
"Of course you didn't," he sighed. "You should get it out of your way already, Rima-chan."
"I did," I said. There was a long silence.
"I think I'm dreaming," Fujisaki muttered.
"Nope," I said happily, "I got my slaves to do it for me."
"How do you expect to ever learn anything? But I should have guessed. Someday, you're going to regret…"
"Shut up, Fujisaki," I snapped. He chuckled.
"You're awful to those poor kids."
"They love me, anyway," I replied.
"And they obey your every whim."
"Exactly. Good-bye, baka-Purplehead." I hung up. "Stupid Fujisaki."
"Rima-chan," Kusukusu said, "Nagihiko's right—you should be nicer to your fans."
"They're slaves," I told her, flopping onto my bed. "They like doing my homework." I picked up a volume of my favorite gag Manga that was lying on my bed and opened it up.
"Slaves?" asked an unfamiliar female voice. "Tsk, tsk, I didn't think you were that cold."
I sat up and turned see a lady standing in the middle of my bedroom. She was wearing a dark purple gown that looked like it was out of a fairy tail, and in her hand she held a pointy stick about a foot long. Her thin, lengthily, light-brown hair came past her waist and a circlet of lilies was perched atop her head. But the most extraordinary thing about her was the pair of giant, shimmery wings that stuck out from behind her back.
"Who are you and why are you in my room? Who let you in? Was it Mama?"
"I let myself in," she replied, as if it was obvious.
"How?" I eyed her warily. Some crazy lady cosplaying as a fairy just appears in my room, uninvited. This is not what one would expect in their every-day lives.
"How do you think? I'm a fairy! I go wherever I please. If it makes you feel better, I didn't even use the door."
"And that is supposed to make me feel better?" I exclaimed. Kusukusu giggled. The lady—possibly fairy—shrugged.
"I don't know; human's are weird. Anyway, onto business."
"Wait, who are you? Why are you here?" I cut in snappily before she could continue. I was ready to jump up and shove her out the door if necessary. But if it came to that, I don't think I could have: she was a lot taller than me.
"My name is Cassandra Vamist. I'm your fairy godmother. Are you done asking questions now? I can't take my summer vacation until I've finished this job, and I still have one more godchild after you!"
"Why are you here?"
"Look, you need some straightening out, apparently, so I came to give it to you. Don't ask so many questions: I get treated poorly enough for the pitiful amount they pay me for this job."
"What does that mean?" I asked warily, not liking the way this was going. Was she here to punish me?
"It means that being a fairy godmother doesn't pay well!" Cassandra said in exasperation. I shook my head.
"No, the thing about straightening out," I clarified.
"I'm giving you a blessing," she replied. Oh. Maybe she was some fairy of comedy come to give me a reward for keeping the name of comedy clear by releasing my wrath upon anyone who performed a gag incorrectly. But I scrapped that idea: this lady was not funny. She would be an insult to comedy if she was a comedy fairy.
"A blessing?" I narrowed my eyes, now not sure if I wanted it.
"Yes, a positive character trait," confirmed Cassandra.
"O-okay," I wasn't sure what to say.
"It seems you like to give orders. All your fans do anything you tell them to, right?"
"They're slaves," I scoffed. Cassandra nodded.
"Yes: just think what it would be like to be in their shoes! That's exactly what you need. Well, that decides it: I'm giving you the gift of obedience."
"Wha—?" I began, but she cut me off with some sort of rhyming spell-like thing.
Obedience is your new law,
You'll follow orders without flaw
She waved her wand about and pointed it at me. A few white sparkle things floated out of it and hit me in the forehead.
"Hey!" I said, touching my head where they hit. Suddenly, I realized what she'd done to me. "You just cursed me!"
"It's a blessing. Don't you start complaining! I still have one more job to do before I can go on my vacation, so I don't have time to argue with you. But, before I leave, I have to take something from you." She waved her wand again. To my horror, Kusukusu zoomed into her egg, which snapped shut and sealed itself before floating into Cassandra's hands.
"What are you doing?" I screamed at her. "Kusukusu!"
"You'll get her back soon enough. This is only temporary. You don't need her now, but she'll come back when you do."
"I'm dreaming," I told myself, and truly believed it at first.
"Okay, one more job then I'm off to London for my vacation!" And with that, she disappeared.
"Who are you?" I asked the lady that had just appeared in my room.
"I'm Cassandra Vamist, your fairy godmother," she told me. Temari, Rhythm and I just stared at her.
"I thought fairy godmothers were only for girls," I said.
"Well, this is a rare case," Cassandra replied, fiddling with the stick she was holding. "You're lucky."
"Shouldn't I have a fairy godfather or something, then?"
"Of course not! There are very few of those and they're only for extremely harsh cases. You're a pretty good kid, so you're just lucky. Most boys don't even get fairy godcousins, if anything at all! And you look kind of like a girl, anyway." I was slightly offended, but didn't say anything. Temari floated to Cassandra and admired her long purple dress. The fairy ignored her.
"Why are you here? Do I get three wishes are something?" I asked. Cassandra laughed, a sort of snorting sound that didn't fit her graceful demeanor.
"No! Absolutely not! Who do you think I am? Genies grant wishes; I'm your fairy godmother! I came here to give you a blessing to straighten you out a bit."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Let's face it—you're a liar," said Cassandra. "You lied to your best friend and told her you were Nadeshiko."
"That was in elementary school!" I protested.
"But you still haven't told her the truth. I think you need some truthfulness," Cassandra waved her wand about and began saying a little rhyme.
Flat-out lies are not for you;
Say only what you believe is true
"What was that?"
"A spell. You can't lie anymore. Now I'll just take your charas and I'll be going."
"Don't start complaining! Your short blond friend was blessed, too. I have her chara with me."
"Yes, that's her name," Cassandra took the now-sealed eggs of Temari and Rhythm and tucked them away somewhere. "I'm going to London for my summer vacation now. Your charas will come back when you need them again. For now, you'll just have to deal without them." She waved her wand about and disappeared, along with both my charas.
A/N: So, do you like it? Is there something I should change? Tell me in a review!