Witch Hunt

I DO NOT OWN THIS SONG OR VOCALOID

"Come now," Rin sang, helping her brother herd the town's kids into a corner of the town square. "Gather around - behold such a saddening tale." She and Len placed themselves in front of the small crowd of kids, and blocking their curious views from the large enough wooden stage set behind, and stood straight with grim faces. "Come now," she repeated,"do not leave behind your handkerchief - it may keep you well." The girl stepped back and let her twin begin the mournful tale.

"One time, long long ago, there lived a young witch in the land. Ah yes, she came to love a young prince, so the story goes."

Fate was a very tricky thing. You never knew what it would do to you. It was very, very unexpected. So, it might be okay to say that Fate was involved when Luka, the young witch, encountered the handsome Prince Gakupo.

"Hah! So windy," Luka murmured to herself as another gust of wind left her long pink hair flying about. Just as it settled down, another burst of wind grabbed her hat and sent it tumbling away. "Oh no! Come back!" Luka wailed, chasing after the small article. She watched as it fluttered to the ground, and decided to grab it. Before she could, however, a gloved hand reached up and snatched it.

"Is this hat yours?" A deep, kind voice rumbled from in front of Luka. She looked up, her deep blue eyes widening in shock, and subconsciously patted at her dirty dress. "P-Prince Gakupo!" Luka stammered in surprise. He smiled down at her. "My, what beautiful eyes you have! Who are you? Of course, you know who I am: Prince Gakupo Kamui, at your service." The prince bowed teasingly. People walking by shot the odd pair curious looks, but scurried away once they realized they were staring at the one and only prince of their country.

"Luka Megurine, sir. And yes, that's my hat."

He smiled warmly at her and, instead of handing the garment to her, he gently placed it on her head, then tied the ribbons underneath her chin. "There," he sighed,"now your hat won't fly away." He beamed at her, and she returned it with a shy smile.

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"No need for a magic to stop time, no spell can achieve what I feel. Love bounding through every hour, joy lights a new day," Luka confessed to Gakupo a few days later. The prince and the witch had found each other's presence a welcome thing, and had visited each other very often. "Oh, really?" Gakupo smirked. Luka beamed. "Uh-huh!" Gakupo stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. He threw his arms around her and Luka imitated him.

"Let's go to town," Luka suggested after a while of contented peace. "Yes, let's."

Luka got up and dusted off the gown Gakupo had generously given to her. Her partner heaved himself up next to her and took her hand, causing the girl to turn red. The stroll into town was uneventful, and the day went well for everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

Spying on the unusual couple was a young priestess by the name of Miku. The young priestess was livid, to say the least. Though she had given herself to the Lord, she couldn't put her feelings for the prince aside. "I must," she hissed to herself as she glared at the witch and prince from around the building. "I must make him mine."

She spent the whole night praying, first for forgiveness, then for success for her plan.

The next day, before Gakupo could step foot out of the palace, Miku came running up to him, panting and looking panicked and pitiful. "Prince! Prince!" She called to him. "What is it, Priestess?" Gakupo snapped back to her. He was on his way to see Luka! "Have you seen this woman?" Miku inquired, holding up a 'WANTED' poster of Luka's smiling face. Gakupo gaped, not wanting to believe it. But there his love was, with her long pink hair, bright blue eyes, and warm smile.