Damsel in This Dress
Ficadictive Challenge #2 Entry #1: The End
Written by: Haejin
My Name’s Rahzel Villanueva, a supposedly important person of the house, The Villanueva House that is, I’m Mr. Juan Miguel and Mrs. Gabriela Villanueva’s most precious only child.
But in my 18 years of existence, I grew up with tons of maids, female bodyguards protecting me. Without my parent’s care. I rarely see them, I rarely go out with them, but I know they love me, so I return as much, by studying best, just to fit as the heiress.
But I can’t stand everything as to, I can’t go outside without at least 4 bodyguards or whatnot.
I attend a private All-girls school, and I wasn’t allowed to have a Boyfriend either unless they assign a Prince for me to take a look at.
It’s no more like 7PM, and I’ve changed it to my night gown, my seamless dress inside, my under garments under it, and a thin silk forming a dress over it.
I admit, man, I’m short! 5’2” at least, very well built on the front, rarely well built on the backside. I mean like, my butt’s flat. I don’t like it very much.
I narrow my eyes, as I arrange my night gown in my body. I sit on my bed, crossing my arms over my chest, and putting my left leg over my right.
“Why am I thinking really?” I told myself. I must be nuts, talking to myself at this hour. Seriously.
I flopped myself to my Double-Queen Sized bed, that practically 5 of my size would fit, still had some more space. Make that 6 then.
I stretched my arms open, like standing on Titanic. My long up-to-my-buttocks hair sprawled on my bed.
“I hate it when I had to go to bed with my hair wet,” I told myself, again.
My hair’s something like, has a straight V-designed length like on the back, while the front side has it layered, bangs there to show my right face’s features.
I AM pretty, not too much for bragging, I just can’t help myself from telling the truth. I can’t call myself sexy though, since I don’t have a boyfriend, nor a close guy friend to do so and shove that to my face.
It’s not like I’d die if someone doesn’t tell me that. But for my age! No Boyfriend Since Birth! What am I doing with my life? It’s not like I want what’s currently happening with my life right? What can I do?
I can’t even remember how my parent’s looks like anymore. Even if we reside in the very same house. Our house isn’t that big to top it off.
It only has two floors, living room, dining room and everything that will keep you busy I on the first floor; on the second floor resides my room, my parent’s room and 3 guest rooms.
My Father is a politician, my mother is a government official, what’s the difference exactly?
As I heard from the maids, my parents intend to keep me a virgin ‘till I reach 20. But I’m so bored; I hope something good happens…
My head feels heavy, I opened my eyes, I didn’t notice what happened, and I dozed off, oh man. My eyes made its way to the wall clock. Freaking 12am. I feel so groggy, and as usual, I’m still having traffic thoughts.
I brought myself to stand up and walked towards the balcony and opened the window.
Forever, the scent and coldness in my damp skin as the wind hits it is the best.
And suddenly, I’m shocked for old Chris’ sake to find a flying handsome and sexy man grab me by the waist and took me out of the house.
Alarms for burglar alarms aren’t alarming, he’s awesome.
I’ve been wondering for a while now, why my head kept on telling me “sleep… sleep...”
I felt my eyelids giving way to my eyes and letting me rest. But before I can even shut my eyes, I saw a flying woman with short brown hair, and another flying man with blonde hair.
I dozed off again. I think.
I see… a small space enough for the sun to come through. A dark place… myself seated on a wooden chair, my hands tied to my back, my feet and legs tied to the legs of the chair.
“oh? You’re awake!” Ms. Flying woman with short brown hair told me as she popped her head to my face.
“Oh, I’m so rude, my name’s Fraulein, nice to meet you, Rahzel,” Fraulein told me.
“Can’t say, it’s nice meeting you like this, but what’s your purpose? For kidnapping me at least,” I told them.
“I dunno about Nate… OOOHHHH OH BOY! You’re very pretty! I thought you were some ugly princess, when Nate grabbed you last night, but oooh! So pretty!” Mr. Flying man with blonde hair told me and start touching my knees.
My knees start to shiver, it’s cold, and it might be 4am?
“Stop touching me, I’m not happy with it,” I told him. Oops, it escaped my mouth.
“What’s the matter with you woman?” Mr. handsome and sexy flying man appeared.
“PMS, got a problem with that?” I told them. And, I might actually be in danger by saying that.
“Pre-Menstrual Syndrome?” Fraulein asked. “No…, Princess Mood Swing?”
“Both are right,” I told her. They are actually getting into my nerves.
“Ha, did you know why we kidnapped you my pretty Princess?” Mr. Flying man with blonde hair said.
“Stop being rude and introduce yourself!” I told him. Seriously, my mood swings, are rather bad.
I saw Mr. Handsome and sexy flying man scratch his head, face still emotionless.
I’m inside an abandoned stock room, too spacious for a stock room, but it looks like that to me. At least.
Half of it is dark, and the window patched with some woods to prevent light from coming in, had a whole, and so light was in. Thank you, light.
“I’m sorry my princess, my name’s Jzan, and that emo guy there is Nate,” Jzan told me. However you say his name. Whatever.
Nate is a very quite person, but when I saw a flying frying pan, hit Jzan square on the head. Looks like he isn’t very much quite, he might be shy?
“So, what are you after? Money? Inheritance? Whatever?” I told them. For some reason, I’m not the least bit scared at them. Maybe because they’re somehow around my age.
“I don’t know to Nate, well, we’re not going for Money, nor inheritance, Whatever is a new thing though,” Jzan answered and continued… on my legs.
“Stop touching me everywhere. Duh, I’m a damsel in THIS DRESS right now; I might catch a cold and die.” I told them. Whatever it is. My mind isn’t working correctly.
“I just wanted to see, how long till they notice that you’re gone,” Nate told me, his fierce eyes pierced into my eyes. As if, it was some dagger exploring… my body’s senses.
“Well, it might be long, 7days would be the minimum,” My own words pierced my heart, but face it or not, that’s the hurtful possibility.
“No kidding Rahzel dear?” Fraulein told me giving me a concerning look. “What happened dear?”
“If you’re concerned about other people’s lives, why don’t you be concerned with your hostage who’s a damsel in this dress,” I’m starting to feel irritated.
At night, I was fed food, it was alright, but, the thing is, why they wouldn’t let me, change clothes. Staring at a lady with her night gown on might be fun, well ha.ha. For them. I feel so cold in this clothing.
Looks like I’m spending the night with Mr. not so happy with life, also known as Mr. handsome and sexy flying man, commonly known as Nate. I asked and he’s actually 21. Perfect age. 3 years older than me, perfect, just the maturity a lady like me needed.
But the utmost silence is very… silencing, I can’t keep up with his mouth shut.
“Hey, you,” I called to him; he turned to look at me. With that same piercing, and hungry look I saw from him.
“What?” wow, he actually replied to me.
“Can you take me outside? Tomorrow, I really… want to change clothes.” I told him, Looks like Ms. PMS is gone.
“I can’t do that, you might run away,” he told me. Good point.
“Well, did you ever hear me say, ‘let me out’ or ‘please don’t kill, bring me back to parents’ or anything of the sort?” I don’t really want to go back to my own house yet, at least. I want to live outside for a while, and feel what not being controlled feels like.
“What if you run away?” he told me. This responses shocked me. “Do I get YOU as my payment?” He told me, with the very same, piercing and hungry look.
“Well, I guess, all I have to do is follow you around right?” I told him. And he nodded a small tiny, tiny, tiny nod. That you need glasses to see it.
“Great! Now, can I ask Fraulein to lend me some clothes… and umm… personal stuff?” I asked him once more. My PMS is gone; I’m in total danger now.
He didn’t budge. He didn’t hear me? Like, HELLOOOOO??
“Uh… Nate?” I called to him. I hate you. You’re asleep.
On a very uncomfortable position, my eyes are very tired. And I managed to sleep.
In a moment’s notice, it was morning once more, and as I expected, my parents still hasn’t noticed my leave. Or something like that.
“Psst… Rahzel~” Fraulein sweetly called to me.
“Yeah?” I answered as I opened one of my eyes to take a peek at her.
“You wanted to tell me?” Fraulein asked. I embarrassedly told her, what’s happening to me. And she smiled and giggled.
“You’re a girl alright,” She told me. What?! She thought I was… a BOY?! No, I’m going insane now.
In a few minutes flat. I was totally remodeled. I didn’t look like Rahzel at all. I’m sure no one would recognize me outside.
Nate took me outside. He’s really handsome and sexy and cute, I feel myself falling for him… in two days flat. I may sound someone insane, or something with the like, but… he’s hot. Just my type.
I have this all so fuzzy feeling inside me, whether it could be love or not, I don’t know, I’ve never felt love before, or the feeling of being loved.
“Are you alright with crowds?” He told me. I hate this person for being so handsome, and cruelly blunt facial expression he’s showing me.
“No problem with that, just teach me how the people here normally lives, with the make over Frauline did, no one should recognize me,” I assured him, and clung to his long arm.
He’s very tall, slim, that semi-long hair he has is very good looking to him. I wonder if he has a girlfriend or not? And I wonder what his true purpose for me is too.
For the rest of the day, he took me to a carnival a local carnival, made me ride a train, and a lot more couples do in movies and dramas. Now that I see this, he reminds me of someone.
At least someone from childhood. I last saw him… when we are young, around 10 years ago? He and Nate should be the same age. His name is Nathaniel… wait. Could it be…? Nah, Nathaniel would never become like this. But… what if?! Seriously. I’ve had this feeling since the first time I met him. Nathaniel’s a professional hypnosis user. Well only one way to find out.
“How did you kidnap me?” I asked him.
“I hypnotized you, using your room’s ceiling,” He answered. That’s it! He’s… definitely Nathaniel… but… why?
“Isn’t that… Lady Rahzel?” A guy with long hair said and pointed towards the both of them.
“Oh my GOD! It’s… Marlon! No use running now. Nathaniel,” I said. He looked a bit, shocked, for I know his true name.
“My lady, what are you doing here?” Marlon asked me. Marlon, of all people to bump into, my hairstylist and make-up artist would be the choice of fate.
“I… ran away from home.” I told him shifting my gaze to Nate. “And he’s my long time boyfriend, Nate,”
Nate’s eyes widen.
“Hey! Rahzel! I know I kidnapped you because I wanted you to know that I still love you but, what’s this?!” He told me, now this is the Nathaniel I know.
“What? Ran away? Kidnapped? What?” Marlon said, he seemed confused, as his… fingers… quickly dialed, my father’s number.
“MY GOD MARLON NO!” I’m too late.
Later that night, Fraulein and Jzan, went out and met us, in-front of our house, as reporters gather for a meeting.
My parents there to witness my reasoning, as to why I was found outside our exaggeratedly big house, and with a guy, with a horde of reporters at that.
“This… is Nate, I ran away from home, and he found me, for payment, I offered him to become my husband,” I told everyone. Reporters quickly took note of my words as cameramen started to have their cameras into shooter mode.
I felt a shock overcome me, when Nate suddenly pulled me, and kissed me.
My first kiss… it’s gone now I guess. And my first love took it. The kiss was fast, not quite as smack, but all of the camera flashing have been taking care of my eyes so fast.
The Damsel in This Dress is now on the news paper.
My eyes widen as the very picture they chose to use for head line. Was Shocking. It was the kiss. That very surprising kiss. Well… It is not the kiss itself, but the moment right before the lips touch, that leaves you speechless.
A/N: proontadadada!! I was procrastinating for 2 days for names. And without noticing days passing by. Today is the deadline! OMG! OMONA! XD I rushed it again. T.T but I hope it’s still good, and satisfying. =D have fun!! My first K+ story? Hmm… XD Enjoy!
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