Bcozy- hey it's bcozy here and i would like to say that this is a book that i am proud to publish.

The Book-Shoseki

I think that the ideal space must contain elements of magic, serenity, sorcery and mystery.

-Luis Barragan

I hummed Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler's first opening Monochrome no Kiss while I tied a loose ribbon in my midnight color hair. Letting it become a low pony tail reaching the middle of my back.

Using my brown eyes, I made sure I had everything put away: Manga was strummed about in my room and about my bed, mini trash cans were half full-I must remind myself that I must empty those-and lastly my jacket flopped on the sofa.

I had a lot to do when I come home from book shopping. Yes, book shopping. I had to go and buy new books and no, it was not for Tatame High, the school in which I am proud to say I go to. The true reason was I enjoyed going to Barnes and Nobles; my home away from home, the center of my nerd life.

Why? Because they have a huge, and I do mean huge, manga section! It was the only place that we could get anything anime or manga alike in town. When I mean we, I mean anyone who is remotely like the anime nerd like I am. I'm great but cough-cough, I don't want to toot my horn.

I slipped on my black converses, I'm addicted to the color black as you can see, and grabbed the same colored jacket that once was on the piece of furniture.

I'm kind of glad that I live alone. I have no curfew from a parent, no one to tell me to clean up anything or anyone to bug me. Although this existence is kind of sad. Abandon when I was six in an alley, no one to have, not really knowing who I was. I couldn't say 'Hey! Right there is my dad.' when it came to parent teacher conferences during school.

I truly had no blood brothers or sisters, no blood parents either.

Except he was always there. He was my professor, well more like an adoptive parent. He was the one who found me a couple of years ago, given my age of 15 now, it would be seven years of being with him since March.

I don't know my real birth date, but I consider my birthday as the day he found me. It's what anyone would call a new chance. Because without him...

I stepped into the crowded bookstore, the heating system's warm breath so inviting. January's wind could be a bitch, especially this year.

2011, a lucky year? Psshhh, who are they kidding?

Without the professor, I wouldn't be here.

Within seconds, I found my target. Lined with plastic and oh so shiny. A girl in a white dress in a graveyard on a cloudy day, the title in elegant and interesting font.

Ruined a Novel

I wanted it. Wait, scratch that, I didn't just wanted it, I desired it. Except there was a problem, there was people. Other people who wanted my soon-to-be treasure.

I went past crowded and sweaty men and woman, shoving through workers and the elderly, in my sights was my prize, A book full of the supernatural. Ghosts, voodoo and romance. Oh hell yeah.

I was of a natural height, but the book was up on display on top of a case, fifteen feet high.

Why? Why would someone put it that high? Why! Ugh, man I hate it when things get complicated, but oh so happy that I get a B+ in Algebra.

My height from now on would be five foot five, see average. Then my target is up, of an estimate of about fifteen feet. Hmm...algebra dont fail me now.

So seeing this as a triangle, I would be point A, the book point B and the bottom of the shelf point C. A right triangle is easier to figure out using the Pythagorean theorem or A square plus B square equals C square and switching the variables with the estimated lengths-

Forget this.

I took my shoe of and let it fly from my hand and hit the book. With a mini cheer from me, it fell from its perch and landed into my rewarding hands.

"HA! TAKE THAT SUCKAS!" I scurried the way that I came and went to the cashier. A good thirty minutes later, Ruined a Novel was officially mine and my shoe was on.

I can't wait to read it! HA! I'm going to go under my lovely blanket and curl up by the fire-when I mean fire, I mean the TV screen with a tape of fire showing get myself some popcorn and enjoy myself.

Out in the cold again, I walked against the blistering winds that I escaped from before.

I wonder who the girl was on the books cover. She had pale skin, so was she dead? She was probably the main charact- my face collided with a soft surface.

" Ow...what did I trip on?" I asked myself, looking at my sneakers, completely untied. I felt like a complete idiot. Going on my elbows, i seen the soft surface I had the pleasure to land on.

It was a book.

A large, no huge, and covered with a mixture of deep blue and a silver gray leather cover. Binds of black surround the reading material, not letting anyone enter it. It's seal was of a button with a cross design. My first guess was this here was a bible that was lost from its owner.

Carefully, I picked the book up, coming onto my knees.

Oh dear fan girl it was heavy! Probably more than the twelve text books that I usually have to carry for sophomore year testing. I could barely keep it up from the ground, so I placed it upon my lap. Brushing my hand against the binds, there was deep engravings of strange letters; one that looked like a backwards three, one of a kanji symbol from the Japanese alphabet-reminder to self, learn how to read Japanese, not just speak it-more crosses and...was that a star? A pentacle? On a bible?

Okay, I stand corrected. It couldn't be the holy book of God.

Then what is it?

I wanted to know, so I crept my hand to the button. Wait! This is not mine! I should not even look into this. This maybe someone's diary or journal. Someone's personal thoughts and ideas are in here, something embarrassing and private! And yet...

I flipped the button, letting the binds seem as of rubber bands shrinking, flying and snapping hard on the concrete. The sound echoed around me and through the woods that surrounded my right. I paused and took looked around, seeing if anyone had heard me. There was no one in sight.

I was getting nervous about nothing. I was just seeing a book that was left alone. No big deal, but it felt wrong. Although it wasn't curiosity that killed the cat, no-no no-no my dear friends, curiosity was framed. By stupidity, and if I don't look into this, I would feel like a stupid punk.

I don't know about anyone else, but I don't want to feel like an idiot.

With all my courage, I opened the front cover. Anti-climatic? Not in this case. When I opened the front cover, it was only supposed to be the front cover. Except the a page went with it, after another and another, fast as lighting.

It kept going and going until it stopped in a sudden halt. On the page was of a cross with wings, spreading the ending tips on both tree bark like paper. In the crease that the two pages meet, there was a poem.

Oh it's someone's poetry album.

Although the symbols that were on the binds. So I couldn't read it.

I could just hear the professor now "It serves you right. You wasn't supposed to read it in the first place and now you can't even read it." Sigh, he is always find that funny. When I get into trouble or do something, he would burst out laughing. What kind of father figure is that?

Snapping out of my thoughts, there was a green glow. I know I seen this glow some where before but I can't place my finger of it.

Squinting my eyes, the source of the glow was not just of the entire book, but only the symbols. They were coming together and rearranging. Some symbols changing form and some flipping and sliding.

What was going on? I never seen anything like this! The light dimmed, letting the pictures become clear. The upside down three became k's and the stars became A's. It was a poem in an encrypted code! That would make since. Although, how did the pictures turn into that and... you know what. This is too weird for me. I pushed the once glowing reading material of my lap-wait. It's not moving!

I pushed and pushed it trying to get it off me, but it stayed on like glue! Why! Why wont it come off!

I looked on the pages, my small moment of terror stopped and I focused on the words. As a habit, I read them aloud in a murmur.

Oh little book of mine...

Grant me the key to unlock the special powers from my mind...

Instead of a poem, this reminds me of a witches spell.

At the end of this rhyme..

Take me back to the time of the beginning of this war..

Between the exorcists and the Earl...

After the last word, the book itself shined with the same green light as before except this time, it was stronger and brighter. Shielding my eyes with my arms, I did not know that I was being dragged into the light. With a final yelp, I blacked out.

This is where the real fun begins.

Yes I know I redid the chapter, but i got flames telling me to do so...also I have writers block. So I thought working on this my help me with my writers block!

guess what, it didn't.

check out my other stories as well:

If It Ain't Yu

It All Started with Pocky

Christmas Carol Gone Wrong

Go Get A Job