"Who are you?"
The woman was not pleased; this little brat was more annoying than any previous one.
"I will not let you hurt her, or anybody," the boy stood there defiantly, but politely, "Please excuse, this turn of events, dear lady. I told you once, and now twice to leave her alone – or I will stop you..."
"A child like you should know better," she sent a discharge of pure power at him, "Not to talk back to your elders!"
"A child huh?"
He easily defected it, "Do not ever underestimate me, Madame, I can be tough when I want..."
"Who are you?"
She again demanded summoning up the worst of her sorceries...
"An interested party, nothing more," he responded indicating, "I will give you one more chance, Madame, change your ways or else. I have sworn never to harm a lady, but you are stretching that oath too far..."
He paused dramatically, showing that he was starting to change from the polite little boy to a hell-spawned creature of pure sorcery, "My magical circle will not be broken by such a thing as weak as you."
"Weak this, child!"
"Eko eko Azarak," over his dark skin came multiple symbols of eyes strung with veins, "Eko eko Zormelak," his clothes fluttered, "Eko Eko Cernunos..."
The boy was now being defended by another form...
This one had a sense of pure joy and the felling of the runes flowing through his blood, "I will not let you be harmed, boy, no matter what mischief you get into..."
"This is my fight, stay out of it," the boy said to the elder male – who by consequence was the same height as he.
"Precisely - I do not care how many things you summon," she attacked but was deflected again by the boy. Her eyes widened and looked at the boy for a second, "What are you? Who are you? You cannot be ..."
"I will not let you hurt anyone," the boy said ready to continue not even realizing his injury.
The other there did notice the injury, "Eko eko Aradia," his shamanic sorcery ripped through the poor unfortunate with flaming daggers.
The young man shivered looking at him – there was a combination of fear and fascination with these flames. He glanced at the elder male, "You... you..."
A nod came.
"Don't you know any restraint?"
The boy objected, "You shouldn't kill people even – even – even if they are bad..."
"When you wish for magic in your life," the shaman's gold irises gazed on the boy. His hands rushed in catching the boy as he collapsed, "You must too sow the wind..."
THE COUNTRY OF KADWYR
The sand bit into the flesh and skin, though she even minded such things. She was Li Meiling, there was nothing in heaven or earth that would ever defeat her.
Her red-orange eyes were covered by goggles, yet both were set on heading towards the neighboring kingdom...
Her Arabian clothes fluttered in the small storm.
She had heard rumors that the beloved crown princess along with her best friend had gone missing, the king and his best friend has been poisoned by daggers, and the nation is under attack by strangely dressed people...
(TSUBASA, Volume 1.)
There was only one thought, defeat the enemy and be recognized as the best by the royals. She already knew she was the best; it was not a big leap to have someone else agree to it...
THE COUNTRY OF JAPAN
"It has been raining cats and dogs and rabbits and chipmunks..."
She listened to the weather confirming, "I added the rabbits and chipmunks - for it has been a little too long for just dogs and cats..."
(Cats, dog, rabbit, Chipmunk – CLAMP)
She struck her hand through her long black hair, reclining there in that couch like a caterpillar after gorging itself, "We are going to have guests... very important guests... set up the chairs..."
(She is Yuuko, XXXHOLIC)
"Set up the chairs," the two little girls in very cute dresses pushed the teen in the school uniform, "We have guests... very important guests..."
"Still rambunctious as always... Moru-chan and Maru-chan?"
A slight snicker at the little girls...
"You are early..."
She said to the form in the doorway.
Nod.
The teen looked at the boy in the long-sleeved white shirt and white gloves. In his left, he clutched his shoes and in his right, despite the gloves dangled a cute little backpack.
"You!"
"You came to play! You came to play!"
"Come play," the girls started to race around the boy.
"Sure, sure, sure," the boy nodded. He timidly approached the reclining woman and bowed, "Please excuse me for being rude or being early..."
He bent over and kissed her hand, "A lady like you deserves every respect..."
"Of course..."
She replied asking the teen if he could be this polite...
The boy trailed off in thought for a second – there was an image of seducing the elder woman or her trying to win him. He shrugged it off, "Please, Madame, do not tell my guardian ... He likes to worry ..."
"Then you can help out my houseboy," she carelessly said, "After all, that is why you came early."
"Houseboy!"
The teen shouted loudly.
"Oh," a cheery face ignoring the taller boy's hot objection to her statement. He stuck out his hand, "You can call me Abtony K..."
He tilted his head slightly, "Even though I sort of "borrowed" the name... I am twelve years old, I am a junior, and I was born on the night of the 30th of April..."
"The 30th of April... the night before May Day... Walpurgis Night, a dark day where the witches and pagans of Europe and England do their darkest and most violent of spells, their "Dark Magick," before the cockcrow," the woman gave an analysis the significance, "So that they can do their "White Magic" on the next day..."
"By what name are you called, sir?"
"What? What?"
The male with the frap chino eyeglasses blinked wondering why "she" defined it – whatever "she" defined was never good.
"Nice to meet you, sir... I am from..."
"Don't just stand there," she shifted revealing more of her nice ivory skin out from under her half-dressed body, "Get the tea and cake ready... and of course the..."
"The wine? Again? Don't you drink enough as it is?"
The "houseboy" stared at her for a bit with his strange eyes hatefully – that "woman" had tricked him into virtual slavery.
"Don't stand there," the little girl with buns in her hair repeated.
"Get the tea and cakes ready," the one with two braids echoed pushed them forward.
"Sure, sure, sure," the shorter boy nodded, "I know where the kitchen is," he gave a reassuring smile, "But I would enjoy the help, flashing and streaking..."
(Moru and Maru's names mean streaking and flashing)
"Right!"
"Help out! Help out!"
The "houseboy" watched them go towards the kitchen...
So did the woman in black, making an observing grin as if she had caught a falcon in a simple snare, "You since something about him, don't you? He and you are very much alike..."
"But not, in other ways... he too has magic in his blood... very old magic..."
"I won't let you take his soul!"
The "houseboy" shouted.
"Of course not," she partially sat up, "Little Abtony would demand to high a price for it ..."
"And I am not interested in it," she paused for a second sending the houseboy on his way, "Well, just not yet..."