Ojamajo Continued
By Fushi Gisou
Hello! This is my first Ojamajo Doremi fanfic. It takes place after Ojamajo Doremi Dokkan, the fouth season. Oh, and if you don't know who Paru is, she's my fan character.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ojamajo Doremi or "Magical DoReMi." I do, however, own Paru. No stealie!
PrologueEnter Paru Haatoki
(in Paru's point of view)
I am Paru Haatoki. I'd just moved to Misora in Japan. I thought I should just explore a bit...Until I found the magic shop that got me in a heap of trouble.
Let me explain. You see, summer vacation was going to begin in a few days. That was good, because being chucked into a new school, in a new town (heck, in a new COUNTRY, even), in the middle of the school year? Yeah. Bad. Good thing no one actually learns anything in the last few days of school.
So after my first day of not-exactly school, I decided to explore Misora... and found an old, phoney "magic" shop called MAHO-dou. It was even abandoned, and that's why I stopped there. Because I was hearing voices inside.
I pressed my ear against the door (it really needed to be replaced, it felt weak and rotted), and, sure enough, there were voices inside.
"Majorika, please! If somebody sees us..."
"Fine, Lala, I'll go back! I don't see why I can't even go back to my shop."
"If anybody finds out you're a witch..."
Witch?
"I said fine! Let's go back to Majokai..."
Majokai?
I was really weirded out by now. All this talk of witches... I felt like I was falling, like the door was collapsing under my weight. Which, unfortunately, it actually was.
Crash.
The door had completely fallen in, and I was lying, dazed, on top of it. I looked up. Big mistake. There was a tall figure standing over me, and she wasn't happy.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" the woman yelled. I winced at her harsh, gravely voice. I was scared. Really scared.
"G-go away!!" I yelled, trying to hide the fear in my voice and turn it into aggresion. "Leave me alone, you... you..."
I yelled the first thing I could think of.
"You witch!!!"
Poof.
The witch lady was screaming. Her voice was so gravely, it sounded like it hurt. She had floated into the air and landed as a green splatter, which probably hurt even more.
The splatter re-formed into a green frog-looking-thing with a purple crystal ball on a blue string around it's neck. Who knew a frog could look so furious.
"DAMMIT! NOT AGAIN!" the frog-looking-thing fumed. That voice was just sounding more and more painful.