Thumbelina
by Chibiko
Disclaimers:
I do not own YYH and it is a high possibility that you don’t either.
Author’s Notes: Ok… this is my first fanfic so there’s bound to
be lots of room for
improvement. Please review or email your
opinions to me...
onegai!! ^_^
Ideas and constructive criticism are welcomed; flames will be
laughed at.
~ Dialogue is in “…”
~ Thoughts are in Italics
Chapter 1
Once upon a time, in some dark,
obscure part of Makai, There lived a lady named Mukuro.
She was a (rarely) nice, gentle (when
she’s not kicking youkai butt) and (never) mild-mannered woman who lived in a
nice, cheerful, little… fortress. -_-;;
She had almost everything she wanted
but was not content, for there was one thing she greatly desired and which she
did not have: she wanted a child. In those days, it was customary for rulers of
the Makai to appoint a successor and Mukuro simply could not trust any of her
subordinates. For all she knew, her heir may just decide to overthrow her in
his/her eagerness to ascend the throne… a child of her own would definitely be
less treacherous and easier to control. But alas! She had none. (Mainly because
she had no mate in the first place.)
Of course, she did not wallow in
self-pity; the relative peace in Makai would be shattered if the three rulers of
Makai did not maintain the delicate balance of power between them. So she set
out to pay a visit to the famous fairy Botan who had the ability of blessing
women with children.
Chapter 2
At least it doesn’t look dangerous, Mukuro thought to herself as she stood
outside the cheerful little cottage, surrounded by peonies.
A cheerful voice called out an invitation to enter and she stepped in… and
stared. And stared. And stared some more at the blue-haired girl who was
frantically trying to rescue the charred remains of something from her oven…
Mukuro sweatdropped.
“Oh, hi!” Botan chirped a bit breathlessly. “Please take a seat, I’ll be
with you shor—AHHHH!!!” She broke off mid-sentence as the toaster groaned
and burst into flames. “Oh noooo~~!” Botan wailed and immediately tried to
beat out the fire – with a dry rag, which started burning merrily.
Instinctively, the blue-haired girl flung the rag away from her , then groaned
as it sailed in a perfect arc towards the general direction of her pretty
lavender curtains.
Mukuro decided to intervene, after all a fried fairy would hardly solve her
problem. She snatched the burning rag out of mid-air with her metallic hand,
doused it in the sink and calmly poured a half-drunk glass of lemonade on the
toaster.
*~*~*
“A child?” Botan shifted nervously on the couch. Not everyone would get the
opportunity of having a visit from one of the Makai rulers.
“Yes,” Mukuro replied. “I don’t care what gender it is as long as I get
a heir.”
Botan tapped her nose thoughtfully. “Well, I could bake an enchanted cookie
and you’ll get pregnant after eating it. How about that?”
Mukuro turned to look meaningfully at the ruined kitchen, glaring specifically
at the forlorn remains of the toaster… Botan winced. “I guess not…”
Mukuro snorted, she wouldn’t have wanted to become pregnant anyway.
“I know!” Botan beamed. “ I could give you a seed!”
“A…SEED?!” Mukuro glared. The fairy couldn’t tell the difference between
a child and a seed?!
“NO!
I-mean-that-you-could-plant-the-seed-and-nurture-it-and-when-it-blooms-a-child-that-is-both-physically-and-mentally-mature-would-emerge-from-the-flower!”
Botan explained hastily, nervously noting the sudden rise of youki.
Huh? Mukuro blinked, this was the weirdest thing she’d ever heard of. But
then, this is the Makai and I am talking to a fairy…
“Fine,” she snapped. “I’ll take it.” She prepared to leave.
“Wait!” Cried the fairy. “There is a drawback. The child will only be as
tall as your thumb because that’s the maximum weight the flower can hold,”
Botan warned.
Mukuro choked. “NANI?!?!” Now this was bad news. She had planned to raise
the child to become an awe-inspiring figure of at least 170cm tall. But… a
ruler of 1/3 of the Makai, who is as tall as her thumb?!
Botan gulped as she felt the rising of Mukuro’s youki again. This is so not
my day… Mukuro glared at the poor fairy.
“Tell me,” she said in an even voice, a sharp contrast to her wildly
fluctuating youki. “Will he… she… it… at least be able to become a
S-Class youkai if trained?” The fairy nodded vigorously.
Okay, at least the most important issue is taken care of…
Mukuro frowned, she had not expected this turn of events. How could a
three-inch-tall youkai rule the Makai?! …wait. In the Makai, power means
everything, the kid should be able to make up for its stature (or rather the
lack of it) with a high youki level. And being tiny means that he or she would
not be easily noticed by his or her enemies, a great advantage in battle. Hell,
I could even have the kid do some infiltration and spying for me!
Mukuro grinned evilly and Botan, who had nearly sagged in relief at the fall in
youki was suddenly again in a state of agitation.
“I accept,” Mukuro said lightly. “Thank you for your assistance.”
She left clutching the precious seed, still plotting and cackling… the door
slammed shut and Botan fainted with relief.