Cheng was never one to get distracted easily. As the Prince of the Carlarsay of Bats, he was disciplined, focused, and always in control. His reputation as a fierce warrior and strategist was unmatched, and he took pride in his ability to remain composed, even in the most challenging situations. But everything changed the day he met Blueberry.
It happened on a moonlit night when Cheng was patrolling the outskirts of Crystal Land. Blueberry had been sent on a mission to gather intelligence on the Carlarsay's movements, unaware that Cheng was nearby. She moved stealthily, her vibrant blue hair glowing faintly in the moonlight, her movements quick and precise. Cheng, hidden among the shadows, watched her with quiet fascination.
Blueberry was unlike anyone he had ever encountered. She was brave, smart, and had a sharp wit that made her stand out from everyone else. As she worked, Cheng couldn't help but be drawn to her determination and skill. He watched as she expertly navigated her surroundings, her eyes sharp and focused. There was something captivating about the way she carried herself—confident, yet gentle.
Their first encounter was brief; Blueberry caught sight of him just as she finished her task. She didn't flinch or run, instead, she met his gaze with a calm intensity that caught him off guard. "I'm not afraid of you," she said simply, her voice steady.
Cheng couldn't help but smirk, intrigued by her boldness. "You should be," he replied, though there was no malice in his tone. He was supposed to be her enemy, but in that moment, he found himself admiring her courage.
Over time, Cheng found more reasons to be near Blueberry. He would cross paths with her on patrols, always pretending it was a coincidence. They would exchange sharp banter and sly smiles, each encounter leaving Cheng wanting more. He enjoyed their back-and-forths, the way she never backed down from a challenge, and the spark in her eyes when she talked about her missions.
Slowly, Cheng realized that he was falling for Blueberry. It wasn't a sudden revelation but a slow, undeniable pull that grew stronger each time they met. He found himself thinking about her when she wasn't around, replaying their conversations in his mind. Blueberry had captivated him in a way no one ever had, and Cheng, for once, didn't want to fight the feeling.
One evening, as they stood by a quiet riverbank, Blueberry turned to Cheng, her expression softer than usual. "Why do you keep seeking me out, Cheng?" she asked, a hint of a smile on her lips.
Cheng hesitated, his usual confident demeanor faltering for a moment. "Maybe I just enjoy the challenge," he said, but his eyes betrayed him, lingering on her longer than they should. Blueberry didn't press further, but the understanding that passed between them was enough. Cheng knew then that he didn't just admire Blueberry—he was in love with her.
Silver, the skilled Carlarsay of Magic, had always been known for his calm and composed nature. He was a quiet genius, often lost in his thoughts, and while he was respected for his abilities, few truly understood him. But there was one person who captured his heart in a way he never expected—Strawberry.
Strawberry was the complete opposite of Silver—fiery, outspoken, and fiercely independent. She had no patience for Silver's quiet demeanor and often found his calm, logical approach infuriating. She didn't trust easily, and to her, Silver was just another arrogant Carlarsay who thought he could outsmart everyone. She disliked how Silver always seemed so unfazed by everything, his cool exterior hiding any real emotion.
Silver, however, was captivated by Strawberry's fiery spirit. He loved the way she spoke her mind without hesitation, her passion for her friends, and her unwavering loyalty. He admired her strength and the way she never backed down from a fight, even when the odds were against her. To Silver, Strawberry was like a blazing fire—intense, untamed, and beautiful in her defiance.
Every time Silver tried to get close to her, Strawberry would push him away, often with a scathing remark or a roll of her eyes. "You're always so calm," she'd snap at him. "Do you even care about anything?"
Silver would just smile softly, unfazed by her outbursts. "I care more than you know," he'd say quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. But Strawberry would always turn away, dismissing his words as empty.
Despite her constant rejections, Silver couldn't help but be drawn to Strawberry. He would watch her from a distance, admiring her fierce determination and the fire that burned so brightly within her. He tried to show his affection in small ways—helping her during missions, offering her magical protection when she least expected it—but Strawberry never seemed to notice, or if she did, she pretended not to care.
One day, during a particularly heated argument, Strawberry turned on Silver, her frustration boiling over. "Why do you keep trying?" she demanded, her voice edged with anger and confusion. "I don't need you, Silver. I don't want you."
Silver's expression remained calm, but there was a flicker of sadness in his eyes. "Because I care about you, Strawberry," he said softly, his voice steady but tinged with an emotion he rarely let show. "I know you don't feel the same, but that doesn't change how I feel."
Strawberry stared at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his words. For a moment, she didn't know how to respond. She had spent so long pushing him away, convinced that his calm demeanor was a sign of indifference, not realizing that behind it lay a deep, unwavering love.
But instead of softening, Strawberry's walls went up higher. "Don't waste your time on me, Silver," she said coldly, turning her back on him. "I'm not the one you want."
Silver watched her walk away, his heart heavy but undeterred. He knew winning her love wouldn't be easy—if it was even possible. But for Silver, loving Strawberry was worth every bit of the pain, even if it meant loving her from afar. He would continue to be there, silently supporting her, hoping that one day, she might see him for who he truly was.