Kyahhh!! It's my first ficcy on here!! Please let me know what you think. Note: The only charecter that belongs to me is Kaori. Harumi was developed by my friend, Superflous, and Aenora was developed by my other friend, who doesn't have an account on here. I use them with permisson, and they are free to use Kaori-chan.
And I am a huge Kurogane fan. Just thought you should know.
Prologue:
Kimihiro Watanuki knocked on the door to Yuko Ichiharra's private lounge.
"Come in," she responed, in a bored voice.
Watanuki pushed open the door, revelaing Yuko sprawled out on a couch, a glass of sake in her hand.
"What is it, Watanuki?" she asked.
"Er…she's here," he replied, unsure of what else to say.
A small smile played on Yuko's face.
"And what do you think of her?" she asked, Watanuki.
He wasn't sure what to say.
"Um…her arm is broken," he said, awkwardly.
"What lovely observation skills you have," Yuko said, sarcastically. "Well, I suppose I should go say hello."
Yuko slowly got up from her chair, and began to walk out the door.
"Yuko-san!" Watanuki burst in, suddenly.
She turned to face him.
"Yes?" she asked.
"Um…when you said your niece was coming to stay with you…you didn't mention, I mean…why is she hurt?" he stammered.
Yuko smiled.
"All in good time, Watanuki. All in good time."
Kaori Ichiharra sat on the floor, despite the fact that various chairs were scattered about the room. Her short, black hair covered her face. One of her arms was in a sling, the other covered in bandages.
She heard footsteps, but forced herself not to look up. She felt a finger slide under her chin, and her head was lifted up. She looked right into the face of her aunt, Yuko.
"Hello, there," Yuko said, softly.
"Mmph," Kaori replied, not meeting Yuko's eyes.
"How have you been?"
"Normal."
"How's your family?"
"Horrible."
"School?"
"Worse."
Yuko sighed.
"Okay, let's drop the formalities. Why are you here, Kaori-chan?" she asked.
Kaori looked surprised, for the first time.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "You know why I'm here. My mother couldn't handle me."
She spat out the last words, as if they were acid on her toungue.
Yuko gave her a faint smile.
"My dear, Kaori-chan," Yuko said, amused. "Surely you haven't forgotten? This is a shop that grants wishes. If you are here you must have a wish."
Kaori's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.
"What do you wish for?" Yuko repeated, quietly.
Kaori's eyes were huge, and frightened. She looked as if she was about to say something, but changed her mind.
"I want to go to my room and sleep," she said, avoiding Yuko's intense look.
After a pause, Yuko said,
"Very well. Maru, Moro, take Kaori to her room."
Two children with very unique hairstyles dragged Kaori from the room. Yuko stood there, staring after her.
"It's just as we thought, Clow," she said. "That child's power has increased to the point where she's almost a hazard to herself. My meddling hasn't been able to put a stop to that."
Her face changed from observant, to sad.
"She has been through much more than most other children, her age. And until she learns how to harness her powers, I fear that she will continue to go through many tradgedys."
Yuko paused, and thought for a moment.
"Maybe it's time for her to see the worlds."