Notes: Okay, I used the names "Tamachi", "Odaiba", and "Tokyo"
in this fic, just because it made sense to me to use names of places already
used in Digimon. This does not mean the
story takes place in Japan, or that the towns are the actual aforementioned
cities. They're just names of towns,
because the story doesn't take place in Japan as far as I know…it takes place
in a universe I made up. ^_^ Just
wanted to clear up any confusion. Oh,
and it being a made up universe, I made up my own rules for the civilization…just
because I'm too lazy to research daily life of medieval times. ^.~;;; Also, my characterization of Miyako doesn't
necessarily reflect how I feel about her.
I love Miya, she just fit the role better than anyone else would.
Disclaimer: All I
own is the blue dragon! And the
plot. ^_^; Everything else belongs to someone else. Kapish? ^^;
Bewitching the Dragon
Prologue
By: Hanae Michiko
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The violet-eyed young man paced
back and forth in his room. He wrung
his hands together nervously behind his back and mumbled incoherently to
himself. This couldn't be happening…why
did it have to be him? She was a witch!
There was a
light knocking on the door. He didn't
seem to notice. The knocking became
louder and harsher. He still didn't
notice. Finally, the door was kicked
open. When it slammed against the wall,
he jumped and looked up.
"Yes?"
"An Inoue
Miyako is here to see you."
The young
man froze.
"Tell her
I'm not available."
The servant
on the other side of the threshold smiled grimly, his blue eyes flashing
something that the young man could only guess was pity.
"I
tried. She doesn't believe me."
"Then tell
her again!"
"Master Ken,
I've tried many times. She threatens to
turn me into a toad if I don't bring you back."
The young
man--Ken--snarled and turned to leave his room.
"That's all
you're worth being if you're willing to subject me to this torture," he growled
on his way out, brushing violently passed the servant as he walked by.
"Lady
Miyako!" Ken called, feigning cheerfulness, however not very successfully.
The
lavender-haired witch standing in the foyer plastered a sarcastic smile across
her porcelain face.
"Ken," she
greeted.
Ken snarled
at the informality, but decided not to test Miyako's limits.
"To what do
I owe this unexpected visit?"
Miyako's
false smile faded and was replaced by an irked frown.
"I've come
to tell you that you have one more chance."
Ken quirked
an eyebrow curiously.
"One more
chance to what?"
"One more
chance to save your life. Will you come
away with me, Ken? Or will you merely
throw me on your doorstep because I'm a witch and should be burned at the
stake?"
She was
nearly hissing. Ken blinked.
"I will do
neither," he replied nonchalantly.
"Do I not
deserve a chance with you at least?" Miyako asked, voice teetering on a thin
line between angry and desperate.
"It's not
that you don't deserve a chance, it's just that I don't… Well, I can't… You see, I'm not… I…" Ken
trailed off uncertainly, bringing one hand to the back of his neck in a nervous
gesture of resignation.
"You don't
want to be seen with a witch? You can't
love a haggard, cursed creature like me?
You're not interested in stooping down from the level of nobility to the
level of freak?! Fine then, Master
Ken!" Miyako screeched, emphasizing Ken's title harshly,
sarcastically…bitterly.
"No, no
that's not it!" Ken tried to protest.
"Then what
is it?! Out with it, already!"
"I…"
Ken looked
down, a delicate blush faintly coloring his pale cheeks.
"It seems
to me that you're lying! I don't want
to take this anymore, Ken! If you can't
love me, than you can't love, and you deserve no better than to be a hideous creature
who receives no love at all!"
Ken's head
jerked up and he met Miyako's gaze with wide, frightened violet eyes.
"What?! Miyako, no--!"
Before Ken
managed to fully protest Miyako's decision, the lavender-haired witch had
muttered the few words she needed to carry out her punishment. A fog of black and purple smoke swirled
around the navy blue-haired noble, and he was rendered motionless and
speechless, frozen from the witch's spell, if not from his own fear. A bright light filled the room, and when it
faded completely, a magnificent dragon was standing where Ken had once been.
"May you
forever live a life of misery and hatred!" Miyako shouted, fighting the tears
that threatened to dampen her face because of Ken's rejection. With a carefully muttered phrase and a cloud
of smoke, she was gone.
~End of Prologue~
