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Sorry about not posting a sue on Saturday and Sunday; both my mom and brother were currently sick, so I was trying to take care of everyone. Aren't I nice? =)

Title: The Prince and the Gangster's daughter (Very original *snerk*)
Author Miscreant: marinaaurora (Ding ding! First warning system activated)
Rating:
Rotten Piscus Juice

Character's Name: Marina Aurora Mayazaki
Species: Human
Hair Color: Not mentioned
Eye Color: Not mentioned
Special Possesions: HITOMI'S pendant (though she claims her grandmother gave to her), a leather bracelet, and loads of angst. Oh, and HITOMI'S spot in the Escaflowne saga.
Annoying Origin: She's the daughter of a gangster family. Everyone, say it together now!: What...the...fuck...
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Has Van acting completely OOC over concern for her.
Annoying Special Abilities: Ability to turn Van into more of stubborn hardheaded jerk then he really is, then switch him to a mushy fool.
Other Annoying Traits: SHE STOLE HITOMI'S FREAKING PLACE IN ESCAFLOWNE!! How more annoying is that?! Canon Rapist!


Favorite parts from story:


I was the black sheep, they said, my family, the most respectable of all families in the area, had only one problem, they thought, me. I never did anything wrong, I didn’t take drugs, smoke, drink underage, or do it if you know what I mean. I never did a single thing that would ruin my life. I was kind to others, I tried to understand them, and helped them in any way possible, I lent my things when people needed them, I never swore at anyone, nor showed any signs of anger. I never lost my cool, I was patient with them, I helped anyone who needed to be helped. But it didn’t matter to them, if I gave up my heart and soul to help them, they didn’t notice when I came into school with large gashes down my arm, when I needed them, they tossed me aside like an old rag. I always came to school injured, that was the way my family punished me because they thought I was being cruel to others when I had no friends. But I was doing the opposite. I kept my feelings hidden away from everyone, I never let them know what I held so close to my heart. My memories of my Grandmother, her pendant, her soul, she was the only one who understood I didn’t like what my family did, they were gangsters, that’s why they were respected, if you didn’t respect them, you probably wouldn’t wake up the next morning, I was taught how to fight, with guns, and swords, the ways of a thief, I hated it all. The bus slowly pulled up out side the school oval, I sighed in relief, finally, my sanctuary, even though it was muddy, and wet, it was the only release from the day, release from their mocking voices. I got out, and ran around the track, I ran as hard as ever, no one could run like I could, I ran, I ran to get away from it all, away from the hurting, away from the hate, away from the dream…the nightmare…

Well duh they didn't accept you!! They're gangsters, and you didn't take drugs, smoke, drink underage, swear, get mad! Instead, you were the anti-gangster, and thus why your family rejected you!


Today had been the worst punishment I had ever gotten, my arms, legs, chest, back, all was covered by the wounds. Everyone mocked me, thinking I was weak to carry such wounds, I never once asked for aid, never asked for help, and all they do, is call me a coward for giving the finger to death. “Take me away…Take me far away from here…Take me away… Forever you and me…TAKE ME AWAY!” I sang out to the clouded sky. Than, I saw him, it was the boy, the knight that saved me in my dreams, his eyes flashed as he looked towards me. “Get out of here! Don’t you know there’s a dragon here?” he yelled, I ran over to him, “Did I hear you right? You say there’s a…Oh my!” I looked over, and there it was. The large light brown dragon was there, I put my hands to my mouth and backed away. The dragon eyed me, I back away, it let out an ear piercing shriek, and it pounced, I jumped turned and ran. The boy smirked, and had an ‘I warned you…’ look on his face for a second, than it looked towards the dragon, it chased after me, I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to the shrine, would a holy beast attack me at a place of worship? I ran up the long stair case, and up to the shrine, hearing the creak of the red, wooden archways as the dragon leapt on them one by one. I heard the thud of the boy’s footsteps, the pound of my heart against my ribs. Suddenly I was there, at the shrine, I put my back to it as I heard the heavy thud of the dragon’s clawed feet hit the ground, it was right in front of me, its eyes twinkled at the knowledge that the chase was over. My heart quickened, “Not now…not this way…I’ve survived to much to be killed this way!” I whispered, I closed my eyes, than the boy’s footsteps stopped, I heard the soft tap of someone jumping, the sound of scales meeting boots, the clang of a sword against rough armoured scales, the slashing coming to no avail, than the darkness of a vision came upon me, the boy was there, the dragon’s tail came down from above, the tail ripped through flesh, killing him. I gasped and opened my eyes, the boy was alright, but I knew it would not be so for long, as I saw the tail rear up behind him, “LOOK OUT! RIGHT ABOVE YOU!” I yelled, the boy looked up and jumped back, I closed my eyes, and heard the clang of metal armour and the tail. I heard a slash, the trickle of blood, the fall of a body, I opened my eyes, and gasped. The boy was speedily cutting the dragon’s head open, and pulled out a pink gem, it was rough and grooved, and the size of his hand. The dragon’s corpse turned to ash as soon as the gem left the flesh, the ashes floated away on the wind. “You should have been more careful, girl. And I’m not sharing my profits with you either…” the boy looked up, showing his chestnut brown eyes, I walked over to him, “I save your life, and that’s all you can say…You’re worse than when I’m at home….” I muttered, than, it happened, so suddenly, I could have sworn it may have been a dream… my pendant glowed from under my shirt, I flicked it out from its position and watched in amazement as the gem the boy had gotten glowed to. Than a pillar of blue light enveloped us both and I was pulled off from the ground…

...I...I really have no words for this...

Okay, I do. Why is it that singing towards the sky helps get a connection with Gaia? This is twice that I reported a story where bad singing has helped a Mary Sue. Also, Van wouldn't cut the head open to get the drag-energist; it's the dragon's heart, which last time I checked, is located in the CHEST area on the soft underbelly where there is no armour to stop the sword.


“When we get to Fanelia, I’ll have some of the finest doctors on Gaea fix your wounds.” He smiled, I flinched, no one had ever smiled at me before, what was he up to? He looked at me, puzzled by my reactions, “You must have had an incredibly difficult battle to have won even with those wounds…” he said, with a slight hint of awe in his voice, this was insane, this guy was unreal! How could he bare to be so nice to me?

Yeah Van! Don't you realize she's a self-inserted canon raping Mary Sue?!


“Bagaldis! What’s happening?” Van pushed in front of me, as if I wasn’t there, what did he think of me? Only a second ago he was kind to me…

“Van…the castle is being attack by, by…well…what we are being attacked by, we are unsure, but all the people think the mystic moon girl is the cause! If the people see her, she will surely be killed!” Van’s eyes flickered to a look of total despair, to total indifference. “You must go and resurrect Escaflowne, than, run, run far away…and do not return!” Bagaldis’s eyes flamed, “Go quickly, I’ll stop any evil from following you to the shrine…” Van bit his lip, he gripped my arm, and pulled me away down the corridor and into a room, in the middle a large stone with a scroll on it hang seemingly in mid air. Van pulled the Energyst from out of no where, he spoke in a strange, indescribable language than held the Energyst in the air, some how his blood mingled over the gem, flowing through the grooves, and dripping on the floor, the stone crack and a mobile suit sort of thing with a cape and sword landed kneeling on the floor, it was old and rusted, nothing special. Van ran to it quickly and put the Energyst into an area of pink jelly like stuff, the mobile suit seemed to come to life, from the pink jelly area of it, a strange glow slowly spread, the rust disappeared, and it looked as good as new, a heart beat came from the suit as if it were alive... The helmet area opened and Van jumped into the seat, the helmet closed, I have no idea what happened in the mobile suit. The suit got up and the hand if it lowered to a jumpable height, I leapt up and landed in the palm of the hand, the suit began to move, he walked out the gigantic doors on the other side of the shrine,

Bagaldis?! BAGALDIS?! How hard is it to spell "Balgus"? I mean, really. Bal. Gus. I guess I should be glad she didn't spell it Bowelgus.

On a side note, mmmmmmm, pink jelly...just how Momma used to make it....


“You were the one who sent us back to the mystic moon!” he yelled at me, I flinched, I tried to stand, but I must have hit my legs, and they would not support my weight. I used the sword I had found before to support me.

“We should…” ‘no, not home, they would take him the wrong way, as they always take everything I do wrong,’ “not, go to my house, I’ll have to find you accommodation” his eyes flickered,

“Why not go to your house? Would they not be proud to have royalty in their home?” it was his turn for him to pierce me,

“NO!” I clamped my hands over my mouth, I bit my lip, hard, blood dripped down from my now pierced, lip, “I mean…I mean…my parents would freak, me having a boy over, they would…” I shuddered…

“Your family…they’re the ones that punish you, aren’t they?” his eyes showed true compassion, the pulled down my guard,

“y...Yes…” I admitted, “They think I’m the black sheep of the family…I…I try to be a good person, I don’t smoke, take drugs…nothing like that at all, I try and help everyone that needs help.’ I looked into his eyes, I felt my emotional control slipped for a second, I felt the tear slip out of my eye, Van’s hand lightly touched my face and brushed the tear away.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” my eyes widened, he’s apologizing, for what? “I’m sorry, that there’s nothing I can do to help you…” he clenched his fists and teeth.

And then he slapped her with his back hand, shouting, "I'm sorry that you're such a horrible Mary Sue and that you stole Hitomi's place!"

Then taking his sword, he rammed it-

Heh, sorry, taking a little TOO overboard. Just this story pissed me OFF. >_<;;


“Maybe, maybe not,” I shrugged, he sighed, “I, think I’ll get changed into some of my spare clothes, out of my sports gear, ok? Just wait here…” I ran off to the toilets, he sat down and lay back, I smiled, good. I won’t have to worry about him for now.

I stepped out of the toilets, in my gothic sort of clothes, black combat boots, black pants, black shirt with, a picture of an angel on it, with the words, ‘Never give up, never surrender.’ I had my pendant on, and my leather bracelet, when I got back to Van, and he just stared. I had to lightly slap his cheek to get him back to his senses, he blushed, “So, do I look good?” I smiled,

Uhh, no, you just stepped out of the TOLIETS. Ewwwww....


“Van, what ever you do, do not fight a red mobile suit!” I said,

“You mean…a red Guymelef?” he looked straight into my eyes, I nodded, “Well…Come on, we have to get out of here, and find Escaflowne,” he said, he checked all the doors, all were locked, he grumbled and sat down,

"No, I meant a red mobile suit! I figured while I'm at it I'll mess up the Gundam universe too!"


And this isn't really part of the story, but I just though this reponse to reviews was hilarious.


People who think this is bad, and a waste of time… why do you read it, when it seems you think it isn’t worth your time? Why do you bother reviewing? If you don’t like it, don’t read, simple as that.

Oh yes, I just made my assumption this story totally blows by just the title. It wasn't THAT close of a giveway...okay, maybe it was, but still...

Next, I actually like Dilandau, WAY more than Van… I made this as a test to see how well I can keep the characters in shape. I don’t call this mary-sue… I like to call it, experimentation.

Really? Because I like to call it torture. Dilandau fans, you don't know how well you lucked out on this one.

And I didn’t like Hitolemy in the story at all, she was… not what I’d call right… and that really annoyed me.

Your character is a Hitomi clone, and she's messed up more then Hitomi is!

If you don’t like, don’t review, because it will probably be a waste of time, because I’m not going to care about bad reviews…

Oh really? You sure fooled me, making an author's note about them in the incredibly short fifth chapter (seriously, thanks to her non-use of the writer's friend I like to call the entire key, the story was barely longer than the author's note).