Set in modern day life, but with quite a change in todays society's standards.Especially in London. London had reverted back to their 19th century ways, and gothic Lolita fashion was all the rage. One day (Reader) (Last Name), an aristocrat who's fa...
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"Flower? Flower!" Fukase called out. Flower's eye fluttered open, waking up to the sound of her friend calling her name. The cave she and (Reader) were in was still dark, but the suns rays were still able to pernitrate through the cracks in the vines. Flower looked to her side, her face reddening once she saw (Reader) cuddled up against her.
Flower heard stomping coming her way, so she turned her attention from the sleeping (Reader); to find where it was coming from. "Flower! (Reader)! I'm so glad you're okay!" Piko yelled, appearing from thin air; causing Flower to jump.
Flower felt (Reader) stir, but she didn't hear anything. She looked down to see (Reader) was still sleeping. "You're a heavy sleeper, hm?" Flower whispered, her arm still around (Reader)'s waist. "Guys! They're over here!" Piko yelled, waving someone over. Flower simply glared at Piko through her eyelashes.
"Flower! Thank God you're okay! I was so worried about you!" Fukase cried as he hurdled towards Flower. "Where's my sister? Is she okay?" Oliver asked, franticly clinging onto the Cheshire cat. "She's right here. Right next to Flower." Piko pointed in the two girl's direction.
Oliver let out a sigh of relief once he saw his sleeping sister. "Thank goodness." He breathed. "Flower. Care to explain?" Fukase raised an eyebrow. "Explain what?" She responded, clearing her throat. "I mean, explain this." Fukase pointed up and down. "She fell asleep. What about it?"
"Oh nothing. It's just..."
"It's just what?"
"You have a way with the ladies, that's all." Fukase shrugged. "What are you implying!?" Flower raised her voice. Fukase just smirked in response. "You disgust me." Flower scoffed. "Flower! How could you say that? And to me! Your best friend!" Flower rolled her eyes. "Is she alright?" Oliver asked, his voice quiet. "For the most part. She hurt her arm while we were running from the Card Guards last night." Flower's spoke, her face emotionless.
She gently shook (Reader) awake. "(Reader), they're here. Wake up." Flower spoke softly. "Mmm." (Reader) hummed, her eyes fluttering open. "So you'll wake up to that, but the four of us acting like idiots doesn't phase you?" Flower muttered under her breath.
(Reader) slowly sat up, wincing as her arm began throbbing again. "Piko, will you heal her arm? Please?" Flower asked, her arm still around (Reader). Piko nodded, and proceeded to kneel down next to (Reader) injured shoulder. He put his hands a few inches away from her shoulder, and a light teal bubble began to form.
(Reader)'s shoulder was engulfed in a comforting warmth, as Piko worked on healing her. "There you go. Try moving it. See how it feels." Piko smiled, as he removed the make shift arm sling. "It feels wonderful. Thank you." (Reader) smiled. "Well. We should head out. We need to get out of here, and get to the White Palace." Fukase chimed in.
"What do you mean?" (Smh...went to type mean, ended up typing meme) Flower asked, helping (Reader) get up. "I thought we were going to the Red Palace." (Reader) joined in the conversation. "Change of plans. Kurotane and Miki had stopped by and told us it'd be better if we went to the White Queen instead. It would be safer. For all of us." Piko added. "Fine. I guess you're right."
