A/N: All of you that's been reading Final Incantation...firstly, let me apologise. I've decided on continuing it, yes I'm Dolce, but you must be thinking why back to square one. The truth is, I saw my writings on another website—in a fucking different universe with different titles and I'm downright pissed. No, I'm not gonna tell which and who it is out of privacy since it's my business. So now, I have to rewrite it entirely again (with the help of Forte who's supporting me with ideas) and I hope y'all can forgive me. I'm just...depressed at my stuffs being plagiarised. Other than that, hope you enjoy rereading FI again!
By the way, I was wondering if I should do POV sometimes since I wanted to give everyone a chance. I can't really connect with them well but I'll try. Give me your opinions. X'D
Final Incantation.
Chapter I: Steel Caged Bird
I dreamt of a child, who's being caressed by a woman around her 20's. They look so peaceful and secretly from afar, I was feeling jealous at the child receiving such affection. Obviously, they'd were mother and child—or so I thought. The sunset from the window behind the two gave a soothing atmosphere and I find myself relaxing before I noticed that the woman was staring at me (can she see me?) from afar and she mouthed something.
'Monster'
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I gasped as my eyes stare wide awake. A hand clenching to my chest, where my heart lies and my head aches. I wanted to scream so badly, I really do but no voice came out. Just the silence accompanying me.
Sighing, I look over to the side of my bed to the glowing alarm clock that shows the time. 3 a.m in the morning was pretty early (too early in fact) and I wasn't exactly known to be an early riser.
It was tranquil, only the sound of my heart beating rapidly can be heard.
What was that dream? It's be reoccurring over and over—it's driving me insane.
Well, not it's the same dream but it always ends with the same word. 'Monster' I grimaced, not liking the repetitive word that woke me up every night. It's been this way since I've received that invitation. My golden eyes glance at the letter next to my alarm.
'Peachtree Hill Academy'
It was a prestigious academy that chooses it's students and was known to be a branch of many other academy, including Hope Peaks' in Japan. The differences was that this is an international school—meaning that everyone from anywhere could be accepted into.
I smiled at the thought of studying abroad, being an orphan, I've always wanted to gain more knowledge so I could repay back my debt to the family that adopted me. Ah, I wondered why on earth would they considered being a florist is considered a talent.
I mean, I adore flowers and herbs and have a lots of knowledge regarding it but that's that. Nothing more, nothing less.
I'm happy and I shouldn't be complaining about but something...doesn't doesn't seemed right to me. Ever since then, the nightmares had come to haunt me and I never been able to shake off this burden inside of me. It feels like an omen for some thing bad but I can't bring myself to believe it.
All of my friends and even family just told me it's a newcomer's dilemma yet I still think it's the calm before the storm. So far, only my stepbrother believes me. A knock came to my door and I hesitantly answered. "Ja (yes)?" I said, forcing my voice to come out. It sounds like a drunkard old man.
The door open and my eyes shine at the sight of the tall blonde man that could easily passed for a model. His hair fell on his shoulders and his evergreen eyes were dopey and half-lidded.
"You're still awake, Aurel?", he asked softly and I nodded reluctantly to the question.
[ Aurelius Edelstein (15) || Super High School Level Florist ]
This is Emile, the stepbrother that I've mentioned. The blonde walked over me before he pounced onto my bed, to which I laughed lightly before he pulls me along. I yelped out of surprise and for you information, it was manly. Not high pitched. The bed bounces against our body and I saw him grinning cheekily, to which I huffed and pull both side of his cheeks.
"Why did you do that?", I chastised him and he still had that grin of his, although I can see it falters a little.
[ Emile Edelstein (16) || Best friend and stepbrother of Aurelius ]
"You look sad" he told me, his accent heavy of a Russian "Is it because of those nightmare again?".
Our laughter had died out and I lay there, an arm wrapped around me as my golden eyes met his emeralds. I hesitated but knowing that even if I lied, he'll read me like an open book so I slowly nod my head again. He sigh as he caresses my cheeks, his hot breathing warms and soothes me—knowing that he's by my side.
Emile had always been a man of action and never words, never really talking unless necessary. I know him well enough to say that his actions were of comfort, not with flirtatious intentions.
I fluttered my eyes to close, finding the moment relaxing and it ease the tension that's beginning to build up inside of me.
"Want to talk about it?" Emile asked kindly, bumping foreheads with mine affectionately. I pursed my lips together before I shook my head as a 'no'. It's not like I don't want to share it with Emile, I just thought it wasn't necessary. It's called a dream for a reason.
"I guess I thought it was morning" I started and lied "I don't want to missed my plane after all".
I tried to make it sound easygoing but when I talk of it, a Emile always gave a sad, longing look. A painful pang blows my heart every time I saw his crestfallen face.
"Can't you just stay here? With us? With me?", the blonde plead, his eyes begging me with innocence. I stayed put and quiet, we had this argument before many times.
"You know I can't" I gave a sad smile as I wiped away the tears that's collecting in his eyes and his smile disappear, replacing with a thin line.
"It'll be lonely though, without you here" he said and it's my turn to hug his body, patting his back like mother would do to a sobbing child.
"There, there. It's not like I'll be gone forever", it was true and I've stated it out very earnestly "I'll come back once a month and I'll surely message you every week. So don't cry because if you cry...I'm gonna cry".
We both gave each other an awkward, strained chorus of laughter before he placed his head on my head and mine on his shoulder blades.
We both know it'll be a long period of time since I wouldn't know if they even allowed their students to go out monthly. For all I know, it could've only been once a year or something alike.
Both of us didn't say anything after that, we just stay that way—the beating sound of our heartbeats accompany us two to sleep.
I swear though that Emile never slept that night after I lose consciousness.
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The next day, everything moves so fast. Everyone bid their goodbyes and good luck, giving presents and I just stand there awkwardly as I blushed at the loads of gifts and tears that I received from everyone.
It was touching, really heartwarming as everyone tried to crushed my bones by their death hugs. Mother and father were teary-eyed the most as they gave a lots of safety tips and kisses and hope that I'll have the best time of my life while at it.
I gave them a smile of appreciation, thanking their blessings and kindness.
I feel blessed and grateful to have so many wonderful people around me.
The last one to come to me was Emile, who had a sad smile on his face. He towered over me like a giant before his arms was once again wrapped around me.I embraced him back with as much strength.
He'd been there for me, always, so the guy was the only other person who'll ever understand me. Maybe even better than I understand myself, seeing how he could read me so well. When he pulls away, I felt something tingling on my chest thus I bobbed my head down and my eyes widened.
Around my neck, was a silver necklace with a gold ring with a small white diamond on it. My mouth gaped open and I immediately shook my head as I gave Emile a incredulous gasp.
"Emile! This is!" I wanted to object the gift, it wasn't mine.
It was supposed to be–he cut me short when the blonde answered, "It's yours to take. I'm giving the Edelstein heirloom ring to you".
I was both touched and frustrated at the same time. I couldn't accept this kind of gift, it's...too much. However, Emile grabbed my hand before I could take it off and I felt weak, numb even against his touch.
"I trust you to keep it safe" he encouraged me and I stuttered with pure fear, "It's too much, y-you dummkopf (idiot)!".
He shushed used me quickly, his eyes sharp and calculating...he never ever gave me that look before.
"I've talked to mama i papa (mom and dad) and they'd agreed" he started to explain and I found myself dumbstruck.
"It's my memento. We'll be far away from each other for a long time so if you ever get lonely, you'll know you have me by your side" The blonde's gentle expression was enough to explain that I have no rights to deny when both parents had allowed it.
"Please, stay safe for me Aurel" his eyebrows furrowed together and my eyes softened at the sight. He was controlling his emotions, keeping it inside.
"You make it sound like I'm gonna die or go to a war" I chuckled but it appears he didn't find it funny. Nonetheless I continue "I guess, you too. Don't forget to care for my flowers. And make sure you lay off those caffeine. I wouldn't want to come back and see you addicted to it".
We exchanged smiles that reaches our eyes and I pat him on the head, despite I have to tiptoed a a little. I grabbed my luggage and takes a step back, waving at everyone with mixed emotions.
"Poka (bye)"
"Tschüss (bye)"
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I arrived at Area Gate 07, to which I thought will be closest to where my plane will take land. It's a quiet around here and there aren't as many people hanging about as I thought it'll be.
Taking the nearest seat, I slumped my shoulders and heave a sigh. It's a bit exhausting but I'm fine with that. And perhaps, lonely even now that there aren't anyone nearby. I really wished that Emile was here already, at least, there's someone to talk to.
Speaking of Emile...
I glance at the ring hanging around my neck and sigh quietly. I wasn't even blood related to them yet they've entrusted me with such valuable item.
The ring had always been around Emile's neck for as long as I remembered and giving it to me just seems awful. But he did say he wanted me to take it willingly right?
So why should I feel saddened about it? It's an heirloom, perhaps and therefore, I didn't find the heart to take it away from what's is rightfully theirs. Gripping it tightly, I supposed I'll vow to keep it safe from harm.
It's been minutes since I've sat, fiddling around the ring with my fingers playfully before suddenly I heard the sound of gunshots echoing through the area. Everyone seems to noticed it too as they reacted in a shocking mannerism.
What in the world...?
I lowered my body, hunching it as I take cover under the chair and behind my luggage when I caught a glimpse of a group in black long coats...and strangely weird, colourful masks. The smallest had a white mask with grinning lips with vermillion lipstick to it, the second had a pink rabbit mask while the last one—the tallest had a ram-shaped mask. Behind them was an army, armed with guns.
'Loaded guns' I corrected myself.
Fear took over me that instant and I quickly curled myself up as I heard more loud shots by them and I cupped my ears to close, eyes shut tightly as my lips sealed the voice that's screaming to get out.
Please don't let them get to me.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the case when I heard footsteps from behind me and I trembled with anxiety as I saw 'Ram' guy hovered over me like a demon and I instantly dashed from my position into the open lights.
A gripped around the ring while another on the peach coloured cardigan.
I was afraid. Terrified even.
My face flushed before it pales when I turned to the corner only to be hit on the stomach, causing me to let out a silent cry as I fell onto the floor; arms clutching around the painful spot that's been hit.
My eyes wavered and when I realised, Ram guy was standing in front of me and I felt something he ya hit my head. Everything's blurry and it was a menace as I forced the little strength I had to crawl away.
I knew I couldn't get far but if I die, I want to know that I'll die fighting for my life.
In the end, I lose sight of everything including my hearing as my strength dies out and I met the endless abyss.
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Lips and Rabbit watched as Ram hits the kid with the back of the sniper expressionlessly, wondering if he'd killed the smaller male.
"You know we should just get the kid and begone with it" Rabbit huffed, arms crossed as she took a seat on a dead plump man body "Not to actually killed him".
Lips hummed in agreement, approaching Ram and the fainted guy. "I'm surprised that he has guts. And he isn't dead, Rabbit. Just taking a nap" the shortest of the three giggles giddily, kneeing down and pushing away the dark locks of the petite one.
"I wondered why he's the only one getting special treatment" Lips wondered out aloud, going the other two attention "He's a cutie alright but I don't see why boss is so fond of him".
They stayed silent, the sound of people howling screams remained in the background along with the shootings.
"Maybe boss wants to put his stick into his donut?" Rabbit suggested and it makes both of her partners grimaced.
"No way"
"Can you be less vulgar, Rabbit?", Ram grumbles under his breath, his voice husky and had a rough edge.
"Whatever that psycho wants, we'll not questioned. The kid might be of used to him or somewhat", with that, Ram takes the father boy body and swings it across his shoulders in ease before eats king his leave.
Both Lips and Rabbit glance at one another, wondering why the male is such in a bad mood.
As if telepathic, they both shrugged their shoulders simultaneously.
"What's his problem?" Rabbit asked innocently and Lips merely hummed, latter answering her that he clearly does not know before they trailed after the taller male, leaving the bloody area alone with the bio humanoids.
A/N: I feel awful for doing this, really. I think my writing skills have gone wonky and a bit tad rusty. It's been a while but I'll managed. Tell me if it's good or bad. Critiques are always welcome though, on another hand, flames are strictly forbidden. Dangan Ronpa doesn't belongs to me, sadly. So far, there's only up to Chapter III we've wrote, so we hope to have more opportunity in order to write for the upcoming chapters!