1. Chapter 1 (1/2)

hi! roobaby2011 here again! i hope you guys like this one, it is total fluff just like all my others! thanks a bunch to all the other gosick lovers out there that reviewed my last two stories!

disclaimer: i don't own gosick and the passages from persuasion are all jane austen!

the golden fairy and his eloquent words

victorique sat in the floor of the li

ary reading as usual. she was waiting for her springtime reaper to arrive and was passing the time investigating the new additions to the familiar old books. there had been a few new books

ought into the li

ary written by a woman named jane austen. victorique had glanced over the titles and had weighed the options in her mind. she could have started with any of the novels because they were not a series but one title in particular jumped out at her. persuasion, it read, in beautiful cursive script.

she had taken the book from the pile and sat down, marveling at the books beautiful leather binding. she had been reading now for close to an hour. even though her wellspring of knowledge could very well tell her exactly how the story would end she was captivated by it. before she knew it she had read the entire book. a small smile graced her lips as she hugged the book to her chest and relived every detail in her mind. a few moments later kujo bound up the stairs.

"oi! victorique!" he called. he saw her sitting on the floor and smiled. he was very glad to see that she didn't look disheveled so she must not have gotten too bored and resorted to rolling around in the floor.

"baka kujo." she said her voice not sounding quite right. she clenched the book even tighter to her chest and kujo read the title.

"persuasion?" he said, raising an eye

ow inquisitively. victorique turned away from him hiding the book and her slight blush from his view.

"yes persuasion, by jane austen. i assume you have never heard of her or her novels?" victorique said smirking.

"actually." he paused. she turned around and stared up at him completely amazed. "i had to read persuasion for an english class once. it was really tough trying to read all of that old english but i liked it. we even had to memorize a passage and recite it to the class." he smiled at her eager expression.

"which one did you pick?" she asked. kujo almost chuckled at her adorable enthusiasm.

"the letter captain wentworth wrote to anne." he said a slight blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"recite it for me!" victorique demanded. her tone was not as harsh as it usually was when she made a demand. kujo shook his head and stared at the floor. it would be way too embarrassing, especially since he recently realized how strong his feelings were for victorique. annoyed by his refusal she turned away again and pouted.

"come on victorique! i

ought you sweets." he said waving a bag so that she could see it. she threw an annoyed glance over her shoulder and grabbed the bag from his hand faster than lightening. he stared at her golden hair and took in a deep

eath. he walked a few feet away and turned to face the stairs, away from the golden fairy.

"i can listen no longer in silence. i must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope. tell me not that i am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. i offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost

oke it, eight years and a half ago. dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. i have loved none but you. unjust i may have been, weak and resentful i have been, but never inconstant. you alone have

ought me to bath. for you alone, i think and plan. have you not seen this? can you fail to have understood my wishes?" he paused, turned around, and found the courage to meet her gaze. victorique could tell that he had practiced the passages many times. he recited it as if he was captain wentworth, and she anne elliot.

"i had not waited even these ten days, could i have read your feelings, as i think you must have penetrated mine. i can hardly write. i am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. you sink your voice, but i can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. too good, too excellent creature! you do us justice, indeed. you do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in. frederick wentworth." he swiftly walked up to her and took one of her small hands in his.

"i must go, uncertain of my fate; but i shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. a word, a look, will be enough to decide whether i enter your father's house this evening or never." he finished keeping his eyes locked with hers. she blushed a deep crimson and stared at the ground. he shook his head as if he had been in some sort of trance and relinquished his hold on her.

"or something like that." he said rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. "it's been a long time so i'm sure i messed it up." he said flashing an embarrassed smile. several minutes passed by in silence. victorique sat completely still, not even touching her sweets. kujo busied himself by shelving the rest of the jane austen novels. when he was finished with that he dared to glance back at victorique. she was still in the same spot, sweets untouched, still clutching the book to her.

kujo entertained the feeling of jealousy for a