Once more, with feeling. ( PogxCho) M
 

the book lay there untouched and unshelved, looking as if it had always been there.

Behind him, Robin pulled a cart along. His thin frame easily slid past most of the other patrons as he put book after book after book in their rightful home. He was only a college work study away his time at the library. Robin hummed as he worked, it was an odd little tune to hear against the library's silence. Every once in a while he would chortle at the title of a book as he put it back in its place.

As Robin neared the end of a row, he picked up a book noticing it didn't have a call number. He glanced around wondering what hooligan was playing a joke on him. He flipped to the back of the book hoping to find its call number. However all he could see written in the back of the book was the words the end. He chuckled again amusingly. He flipped to the front looking for the authors name and title but couldn't find any. Instead, his eyes scanned over the chapter heading as he read allowed. “Chapter one, Little Red Ridding Hood.”

He walked, reading the book, unaware that his environment around him was changing. He flipped through the pages reading to himself aloud. “Once upon a time there was a young studious boy...” He paused wasn't little red a girl? He continued to walk with his nose in the book, only stopping to realize he had walked into a white void. He spun in a circle seeing nothing but white. Robins heart beat quickened and the book slipped from his fingers. Causing him to jump.

Robin bent down picking up the book, listening to the narration. As he walked the world changed again. Before him there was a little cottage and a woman that looked a like his mother. He jumped but had no time to process the thought as she quickly pressed a basket in Robins hand. She grinned pushing a few locks of snowy hair out of Robins hair. “Please take this to your grandmother. What ever you do don't stray from the path.” She kissed him on the cheek disappearing back into the house. Robin accepted the basket. His eyes traveled around till it found a path. He opened the book to continue to read, as he walked down the path.

He continued down the path not aware that he had been passing through the village as the voice narrated. When he got to the edge of the village he looked up finding the path again. Soon his nose had dove back into the book. His feet took one step to many into the thick bush. He looked up again spying an apple tree with some of the most luscious gala apples he had seen. For some reason his mind thought his grandmother would loved some of them, as well as his stomach. He set the book down and started climbing up the thick branches to get the apples.

Once he had his apples he scampered back on to the path, soon his attention was drawn towards some roses. He thought those were would have been lovely for his grandmother. He returned to the path sticking on in his hair, the rest went into his basket. The third time he strayed his throat was parched. Robin traveled off the the beaten path this time to find water. He stopped at a stream peering into the crystal blue waters. Grinning he pressed his lips against the water sucking up the the water.

Robin chuckled. He brought his head up from the water looking at the wolf with brown mirthful eyes. “But the water is so good.” He said using his sleeve to wipe his mouth. “It is worth straying from the path.” He sat back on his legs. Looking at the wolf. He reached out to touch the wolf but didn't touch it, he just grinned. “I haven't see a demon.” Then he reached out and pet the wolf. “I must be off. My grandmother is expecting me. I will be safe from Bzou at her house. It is near here. Thank you for the warning.” As a thank you he reached inside his basket breaking off some of the bread and giving it to the wolf before standing to go back to the path.

Robin nodded naively trusting in the strange animal. He hopped it wasn't Bzou, he loved his grandmother and would hate if anything stopped him from getting to the woman. He paced in a circle watching the wolf go, but some what inching behind him.

A small sigh of relief escaped Robins lips. As a reward for his bravery Robin gave the wolf the rest of the bread. “of course” he answered. “my hero must have a name,” He said reaching out to pet the wolf again and handing him the bread. “since you saved me you don't have to call me little red, my name is Robin.” He felt the wolf had earned the right to know his real name.

His heart dropped. He paced around the path. How long was five minutes? Robin didn't know. He simply took off bounding for his grandmothers house. Once he saw the small cottage in the distance his heart dropped. The door was slightly ajar and he couldn't hear anything. Had bzou gotten his grandmother and his new friend. Quickly Robin rushed to the cottage. He let out a small cry once viewing the destruction inside. “Nanna!”

Robin rushed to do as he was told, even picking up fallen chairs as he made his way into the room. He gazed at his grandmother a little dejected. “I guess Bzou ate my friend.” He said under his breath, but he was happy that his grandmother lived. “I brought you apples and roses.” He put the basket down on the side of her bed. Looking around the room to find a vest. Once he finished he sat on the bed beside his grandmother lying his hand on her forehead. Robin leaned in placing a gentle kiss on his grandmothers fore head. "I also brought you roses, and bread though I gave most of the loaf to a friend that saved me." While his head was close to his grandmothers, he inhaled the pungent smell of blood. It made his brows furrow. He pulled back a little. "Did Bzou hurt you?"

Robin fought but the darkness pulled him, but drowning in death he woke up, panting on the library floor. He gotten his breathing under control. He didn't know how long he had been asleep but he called a security guard to let him out. After a quick scolding Robin returned to his dorm forgetting that he was holding the book.

jerial was half asleep on the couch his laptop blinking a dying battery at him when the other slammed the door open. he clicked the laptop closed ans stretched his arms. it was too late for naps. he decided to go to bed. he pushed his laptop into the couch and trudged in the diection of the tiny room they shared, the dorm rooms were three room affair a bathroom a bedroom and the rest of it was the general living space, he flopped into his bed and watched as the other boy flailed about on his own side of the room just long enough to get himself comfortable, then he went back to sleep

Robin heard the other boy, but didn't see him. Like a mouse he had already scurried away. It was just as well since Robin wanted to steal some of his food. Before heading to his room he surfed the refrigerator, grabbing an unlabeled apple and soda, using its lack of name to justify taking it. He tossed the book on his desk quickly eating his food and shimmying out of his clothing into his pajamas's. Instead of doing his homework he was drawn into the world of fantasy again flipping past chapter one and into chapter two: Cinderella.

(you had to pick one i didn't know^^: ok, you get the musical version)

there once was a boy, his mother had died when he was young and he father sought to get remarried, he picked a wife lovely of face but cruel of personality. she disallowed him to be part of the family and instead kept him as a slave, he cleaned all day and slept in the hearth ashes at night earning him the name of cinder-robin

( If its into the woods then I accept, out side of that theres the version where she goes to three different balls or the Disney version. But my favorite is Ever After. I love that movie. Though I do like it when the sisters cut off their toes and heels. )

Cinder robin awoke from the floor with ashes on his face. He quickly went about his chores determined to have most of them finished by the time his step family awoken. As the sun rose Robin had did every thing his mother asked of him on a daily basis. While his family ate their breakfast in the dinning room. Robin heard a knock on the door. A messenger had invited all the children of the house to a Royal ball. He turned to give the news to his step mother, feeling her wrath even in the form of excitement.

Robin narrowed his eyes as his mother told him the conditions for going to the ball. He started then stopped. Some where is mind said screw it. If this was a dream he was going to control it. He waited until his step siblings and mother jubilantly left the room laughing at his misfortune. Slowly Robin dusted his hands clean of the ash and left the house. He was going to find his own way into the ball come hell or high water. Robin marched into town to get a good look at the castle. It would be very easy to sneak in as a page boy or a maid.

something is wrong!? the book adjusted itself, the story must continue.

the sun set as the castle opened it's door to those invited into the ball, the gold of the sun reflected the silver of the great and shining hall

Robin had little time to set his plan in motion. Of course his mother ridiculed him for not picking the lentils out of the fire and banished him from joining them. As the sun set, Robin ran through the nearly empty streets climbing over the wall in the castle's fence he discovered earlier. He shimmied up a vine and flopped on to a balcony. After a quick survey he realized he was alone. It was his unfortunate luck to have stumble upon a ladies room. Since Robin had done his sisters make up time and time again, he quickly made himself a disguise before joining the people. From up stairs he watched the dancing people contently.

Robin did not have eyes for the prince. This was his only royal shindig he was most likely to go too. He rushed down the stairs. He may have had the appearance of a female but he lacked the grace. As soon as he hit the third step Robin began to tumble forward in the heels he had chosen falling down the stairs. As he was being helped up by guards, Robin took his shoes off handing them to the man. He marched across the ball room to a table full of delicious food, plucking something covered in chocolate for his mouth to savior.

Robin turned to the man who had come to talk to him. He just stared at him for a moment with a mouth full of chocolate. Having never seen the prince before he didn't understand he was in the presence of greatness. “Hello.” He said spitting out a bit of the chocolate onto the mans jacket. He immediately started to clean the smudge out of years of training. He swallowed before continuing talking. “Its nice to meet you Jerial...” he paused looking up. Why did that name sound so familiar? He ignored his gut. “You should try these.” Robin offered the man a chocolate covered tart.

(chokes a bit, jeez, too funny)

his beauty was not much in manners but up close her beauty outshone even the gold of the plate she was eating from, her gaze was strong but liquid, firm and direct, her jaw smooth and beautifully angled, her waist tapered thin, her hair was like snow and her breasts....nonexistent, he shook his head to clear his thoughts, his beauty was offering him a sweet, he took her arm at the elbow and lightly lifting it took the pastry with his teeth, leaving nothing but a kiss upon her fingers

Robin stared at his hand as he took it back. The man must have been very hungry to nearly devour his hand. “I guess they don't feed you people much at these things.” He said more to himself as he looked over his hand. His fingers were electrified by the sensation of the kiss. He blushed not sure what he should do in return. “Thank you, I guess.” His attention was caught by the onslaught of his stepmother and siblings bounding over. He thought he was in trouble. Robin looked around for an escape, and saw a few dancing figures. How hard could twirling in circles be? He gave a small curtsy. “Would you like to dance?”

Robin laughed. This was so much fun no wonder the nobles did it. Though he lacked the grace to actually dance his partner made up for ever mistake he could possibly make. The man was strangely charming, and Robin found himself enamored by this. He had never gotten so much attention in his life. He did not want to let himself be lulled into a lie. Robin did not notice how much time had passed while he was gallivanting about with the man. The clock started to chime for midnight. Robin panicked breaking away from the young man. He made a mad dash for the door not knowing that each chime brought him back to consciousness. At the stroke of 12 he woke up searching for his alarm clock angrily. He lifted his head that was stuck to the page of his book. His stupid dream didn't even let him get a kiss.

( sorry for waking up but I feel bad leaving in the middle of a scene. I have to get ready for work now and wont be back on till later. )

(it's fine, i can use this<3 anyway you got two more nights and either way /i/ didn't even get a name hahahaha)
jerial was not the sort to meddle really but this was too much fun, robin was napping face-first in the book he brought home the night before and though it was an adorable sight, a thought quickly dismissed, to opertunity to pull a prank was too good to be ignored, he grabbed the old alarm clock the other kept by his bed and set it for midnight, three minutes. he put it back in it's place and went over to his own bed and laid down in a pantomime of sleep.