"Your mom's pretty hilarious you know? Compared to other moms that is." I smirked as her face dropped into a deadpan.

"No, she's not. She's evil for making me wake up at seven thirty in the morning when I don't even have school." Her monotonous voice made me chuckle.

"That's your fault for not remembering that you're on vacation. Also, you need to wear something else other than that crop tee, it's starting to annoy me that you have seven of these in your closet and you choose to wear them everyday."

She blushed and punched my arm.

"Shut up! You don't know fashion like I do." She flicked her hair back.

"But what I do know is that wearing the same outfit for a few days in a row is boring as hell. I mean, I do a consistent theme of trousers and shirts, but I have more than a frigging set." I gestured to her clothing to emphasise my point.

"Well thanks captain know it all, I will take note of your words of wisdom." Her deadpan was back with a vengeance.

"Coming from the girl who still fantasises about fairies." I dodged her punch now, and had to sidestep another pedestrian, apologising as I bumped into him.

"Alternatively, this could be one of those horrible stories I hate that have those predictable plot twists of the main character being a part of the world they love to fantasise about." I glanced at her red hair.

It might actually be possible too. All her relatives and parents have either brown or black hair, so the chances of her being adopted is high. Alternatively, her ear lobes aren't the same as her parents, so she might not even be related since that's a part of the genes passed down from her parents.

"You ok?" Her blue eyes gazed into mine with concern. I fought the urge to stare back, and glanced around.

"Yeah, just thinking about the next story I'm about to write." I blatantly lied, but she didn't seem to notice as she just nodded.

We walked for a couple of feet more, and the sounds of a certain girl's whining echoed from in front.

God damn it, it's that bitch.

The incorrigible creature from the bowels of hell was leaning against the metal fence, telling some workers unloading a scooter to be careful not the scratch it.

Heh, if I was them I would just blow it up on the spot with a bunch of Noble Phantasms.

Wait... That wasn't me.

"So you're going out with your boyfriend huh Bloom?" Her mocking voice pierced my thoughts.

"At least she isn't a bitch like you, you fucking whore."

That took her and Bloom aback.

And me.

What's going on with me? First my skin's getting tanner with no reason, then my hair's starting to grow white and now I'm becoming a sarcastic son of a bitch.

I pushed Bloom onwards before any one of us could say anything else.

"What was that?" She stared at me weirdly.

"I... I have no idea." I stared into my hands. "There's... there's something wrong with me Bloom. I'm changing. Somehow."

She tried to smile, and was about to say something until I stopped her with a hand.

"I'm literally physically changing. I have not been under the sun for more than an hour a day and I'm starting to tan up." I rolled my sleeves up to show her. "Even the skin not exposed to the sun's tanning up. And my hair's starting to whiten too. Not just a few strands. ALL of my hair's becoming white from the roots."

Before I could freak out anymore, something hit me.

Argh, my head...

I reached up to touch my head to see what was wrong, but a tugging IN MY ARM made me pause.

I turned to look at my arm, and I saw Bloom covering her mouth, with a bunch of other girls around her. The room I was in resembled a hospital room, except I couldn't recognise the view.

"... Bloom?" My voice was weak. My arm looked thin, a far cry from my moderately obese self.

"You're alright." She was tearing up. The other girls looked uncomfortable, and the blonde was whispering to the others. I caught what they said, and frowned slightly.

Wait, magic?

"Bloom, what happened?" She clutched my arm weakly, and turned to look at the other girls. They nodded understandingly, and left the room.

"You're alright." She traced my face with a finger.

"Of course I'm alright." I gave a weak smile, but her grimace told me that I obviously wasn't.

"Bloom, what happened?" Fear started to flood my mind. What had happened to me to make me lose consciousness? For my friend to be this worried?

"You-" She gulped. "You fainted suddenly that day-" Wait, how long has it been?"- and I didn't know what to do because all the doctors said you were physically healthy but there was something obviously wrong since you were in a week long coma, so I got the Winx Club-" the what now? "To help me out, see if there was any magic that could help you, or just diagnose you." Tears were flowing freely from her eyes at this point.

"It's ok Bloom, I'm alright now. Breathe in, compose yourself." She nodded at my words, before giving a weak giggle.

"Even after a coma you're still like this." She shook her head, almost in disbelief. "So, Flora managed to find out what was wrong with you, and apparently another soul was forcing itself into you. We couldn't just remove it, it was too strong. So we had to break it into pieces before removing each piece from your body. We didn't know if we broke your soul or the other one, but we had to try because it was the only way you would wake up."

She took a shaky breath, having lost her composure yet again. I touched her arm, and the smile she gave was slightly bigger this time.

"Ms. Faragonda helped us with ensuring that only one soul would be damaged, but we weren't sure which one."

I nodded.

"Now, here's my question-" I frowned, and tilted my head in thought. "No, questions. Firstly, who is Ms. Faragonda, why do you know magic, what is this Winx Club and why are you still wearing that outfit?"

So I was right about Bloom being a fairy. And that the cliché was correct and that there are entire realms out there with magic.

Well, it's good to see that she finally made friends with girls her age, even if that Stella's a little too slutty for my liking. Like, woman do you have no decency? At least Bloom wears long pants instead of that pathetic excuse for short shorts.

After Bloom caught me up with the current events and left me a little more than stunned, she introduced the Winx to me.

"So, before we begin, you're all from different dimensions and realms that have similar concepts of magic hence why there's a single school teaching it, right?"

They looked at each other before they nodded. I whistled.

"Damn, talk about a coincidence. I'm sure there's some farfetched explanation as to why it's so, but for now, Occam's taking out his blade and my theory is that either there's a common source of magic in this plane of existence or there's a bigger picture of alien tentacle insect robots ready to harvest your magic." Yes, Mass Effect was the first thing that came to mind. No, I am not talking to myself. Maybe that soul fracture thing wasn't as safe as they thought?

"How about we skip the boring talk?" Blondie spoke up.

"And how about you wear something that actually covers something? Like, for fuck sake I don't even need to imagine anything you're basically naked there."

The other girls laughed at her expense, but the lack of a rising blush meant that she's used to it.

"ANYWAYS, I'm Stella, you rude bastard, that's Techna," the punky purple haired girl gave a nod, "Musa," the, black? or is that extremely dark purple hair?, waved, "And Flora." The brunette smiled shyly.

Wait, what's with all the weird names? Don't fucking tell me the clichés are in real life too?

"Ok, I'm going to go on a limb here and guess your affinities or powers or something. Stella's are related to either stars or the sun, since stellar and Stella are similar and you're basically yellow embodied. Techna's got something to do with TECHnology, Musa's music, Flora's flowers and Bloom..." I trailed off as I stared at her. Her red hair's the only thing that stood out.

"No idea, maybe fire or something. How close am I?"

...

Absolute silence.

"I hit the mark didn't I?"

The synchronised nods made me really tempted to face palm.

"Oh gods who hath created this world, why art thou so predictable?" I muttered under my breath.

"Moving past his ramblings," Bloom eye rolled at my indignant 'Hey!', "He knows what happened this year."

I'm guessing that was code for something because they all sighed.

"Why did you all just sigh?"

"Because it means that Ms. Faragonda needs to wipe your mind."

"Wait WHAT?"

"Ah Mr. Mercer I see you're awake. How are you feeling?" The kindly old woman in front of me wants to wipe my mind be cool about it John.

"Feeling pretty good for someone who's about to get their mind wiped."

She paused, before taking a look at the strict looking woman beside her.

"Griselda, did you tell them that I need to wipe his mind?"

She had the decency to look away.

"Well, Mr. Mercer, that won't be necessary. I trust that Bloom over here has chose her friends well, and that you will keep Alfea and Magix a secret for her sake."

"Sure will do grandma."

The whispers behind me stopped.

I frowned and turned around. "What? She does look like a grandmother."

"Well, I'm sure he didn't mean to disrespect me." Her stare was directed to who I assume to be the discipline mistress. Ok, this is getting creepy. I got to stop calling out their positions based on assumptions, even though they're probably true.

"Before we let you leave, however, I do have to check your body and soul to ensure that nothing went wrong. Soul magic IS a very convoluted branch of magic."

I shrugged. "Sure."

She cast a spell or something, and a blue glow appeared over my eyes.

"Huh..." She stared intently into an area near my heart.

"What is it?"

The glow died down, and her grandmotherly look was gone, replaced by one of curiosity that honestly looked creepy.

"It seems like you have developed magic of your own."

Several gasps behind me prompted me to glance back, but they didn't seem to know anything.

"Do you mean, magic as in the ability to do supernatural things?"

Her grandmother facade came back, and she gave a smile to me.

"Yes, however, it seems to be different from what we have. Instead of magic being formed in your soul, it's developing in your body, almost like..."

'Alaya... Magus... Prana...'

"Veins."

What was that?

Did I just black out for a moment?

I glanced around me. No one seemed to realise I blacked out, so I didn't really black out. Did time stop?

I need to do some research.

"So, is it good news or bad news?"

"Good news, overall. You'd have the capability to use magic, and if it's similar to Fairy magic I might even enroll you into Alfea. But I will have to monitor you over the next few days, just to be safe."

"Sure. Can I have access to the library while I'm here? I might as well learn as much as I can while I still have my memories."

I gave up after the first chapter of Alfea's history. Why do people even bother recording these things down if NOTHING INTERESTING HAPPENED?

Like, I don't need to know who had what for breakfast I want to learn about scientific and magical breakthroughs that changed the future of this new world! And this world is stagnant! Nothing ever changes! Other than the few 'Evil Bastards' (trademark) that tried to take over the world, nothing significant ever changes!

Sure, fashion and music do but those are perpetuated by the society's want of new genres and clothing.

"Giving up on your research?" Techna asked from her side of the table.

I nodded and gave a depressed sigh.

"Why is your world so boring? There is nothing huge like any revolution or revolts. It's the same damn system and government for CENTURIES!"

I got a couple of glares, but I ignored them in favour of burying my head in my arms.

I should just go mess around with my magic, see if I can use it.

"I'm gonna go." I stood up abruptly and left the table. From the sound of books being slammed shut and hurried shuffling, Techna was tagging along.

She caught up with me a few moments after I left the library, panting a little.

"Sorry, I should have probably waited for you, right?"

Her deadpan made me chuckle.

"You're so much like Bloom it's creepy. But then again you're all friends for a year now so you probably have some of her traits." I paused and turned to look at her.

"You know, you're probably one of the few people who let me ramble off without telling me I'm weird." She gave a small awkward smile. "Probably because you're unsure as to how to stop me so you would rather me just say everything in mind and hope it ends quickly."

She thought it over and nodded.

"Huh, you don't talk much. Probably because I'm still a stranger and all."

We reached the courtyard, and I found a shady corner that was devoid of the students coming back for consultations or class meetings or whatever.

I started muttering to myself.

"Ok, so Bloom awakened her magic by being in mortal peril and was on the verge of dying. Either I replicate that, or I try to channel small bits of magic to get used to it, and since grandma said it was like veins it probably would be better to practice with small quantities first."

Hm... What if I tried to get a feeling of the magic first? And then from there I'll see if I can get a feeling of controlling it internally before experimenting with it?

Seems good.

"What are you doing?" Techna's voice pierced through the silence as I laid on the grass.

"I'm going to get a feeling of my magic first before trying to control it internally. Seems better than accidentally blowing myself up or something while messing with the magic I'm not used to." I responded.

Ok, since she was staring near my heart, I can assume safely that most of my magic is there. Is there any new or unique feeling in that area?

I concentrated hard on my chest, and felt nothing.

I let out a sigh.

This seems easier in fictional shows and books. The sound of cloth shuffling in the grass reminded me of the member of Winx with me.

"You might want to go first Techna, you probably got more stuff to do. I'll be here if anyone needs me."

No sound, maybe she's already doing her work.

Back to trying to feel for my magic then.

Wait, it's cold.

I gingerly touched my chest with a finger.

It's cold. Like steel.

'Steel is my body-'

PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN WHY OH GOD WHY WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHH-

I shot up gasping for air, sweating loads. The distant sounds of panic and screams filled my ears.

But what I focused on was the red. My chest was bleeding.

I took off my shirt, and instead of seeing skin I saw a reflective sheen.

My chest turned into metal.

Holy shit.

"Bloom cannot know about this." I told Techna as grandma held me in place with magic.

"But-" "No. She had a panic attack once that lasted an entire year. She must not know about this." She looked uncomfortable.

"Do this for her. She missed out on all those classes, and most of her free time to check on me. I do not want her to waste more of her time."

Techna bit her lip, obviously in a tough position, but she relented and nodded her head.

"Mr. Mercer, it seems that the fracturing of the foreign soul has left behind a few fragments."

Grandma's words made me snap my eyes to her.

"What did it do to me?"

Her face fell, and she faced the window, away from me.

"It gave you this magic, but it also forcefully adapted your soul into something that resembles the foreign one. You are no longer your old self, whoever that was before this soul's intrusion."

"So, I'm a new person?" I asked, suddenly insecure.

"No, you're still John Mercer, but you have changed in the way that most people change in years in the matter of a year whilst in a coma."

She sighed, and cleaned her glasses with a cloth.

"Your magic was very volatile and chaotic at first, but I have calmed it into submission by injecting peaceful fairy magics into your soul. As long as your soul is not heavily affected by any magic, you should be fine. Until then, I suggest you adapt to your new mannerisms and habits and try your best to practice magic under supervision."

I nodded, and the magic that held me up floated me gently to the ground before releasing me. I stared at the clean shirt on the chair, recalling the bloody scene an hour ago.

"So, if I can master the foreign soul's magic, my soul will be alright?"

Her eyes were filled with doubt, but she answered yes regardless.

I guess I can only tell if she's saying the truth after experimenting.

Since the magic's a lot calmer now, I should be able to do what I did earlier with a lot less side effects.

"Techna, you really don't have to be here. There's Griselda a few feet away watching me."

She looked reluctant to leave.

"Go on. Find one of the girls and hang out with them instead. It'll be better for you."

She gave me one last look, before muttering a goodbye as she left.

Ooh, ok so, concentrate on that cold feeling earlier...

Ok, shivers down my spine cold.

Not as bad as earlier.

I can feel the coldness swell up as I... 'touched' it?

Please, let me use you without killing myself. Let me use you, please?

The cold seemed to curl up more, before it flooded my body, making me gasp.

It was like my nerves were being dunked in cold water. It was a sudden jerk before it was over.

I was shaking all over, and I collected myself before I wrote on the notebook Bloom was generous enough to loan me.

'Magic seemed to respond positively to me, allowed me to 'probe' it to get a feel for it without any adverse side effects.'

Ok, now can I do anything else with you?

Seeing as most magic here affects the world around them I'm guessing you can do the same, and maybe more.

The cold feeling seem to cool slightly.

Was that a yes?

The coldness cooled again.

So you're sentient

Brrrrr. Ok that was too cold.

... Was that you laughing?

This does it. The world is officially weirder than weird. I got a sentient magic in me that's apparently a sarcastic bastard.

Maybe that's where I got the sarcastic douchebaggery.

Author's Notes

HELLO READER!

Now you may be wondering, what the hell is going on with this story? The structure's weird and uncomfortable to read, and it's all just one liners. Almost literally.

WELL DEAR HYPOTHETICAL READER WHO'S ASKING THESE QUESTIONS, I honestly have no idea. I do have an excuse, though. I'm sick and I wrote this when drowsy from my meds. This idea hit me when I was reading a rather old but gold Harry Potter/Winx Club fanfic by the name of 'Specialist Potter' by Akela Victoire that just finished, and I do definitely recommend you to read. I'm not even halfway through and I'm obsessed with it already. Back to the idea, I was reading the aforementioned fanfic when all of a sudden my playlist hits me up with 'Unlimited Blade Works', the original soundtrack of Fate/Stay Night. So, after playing around a little with the idea, I decided to type it out. After I had my meds. Yes that was stupid of me, but at least I got something out :/

Now, would you kindly hit me up with a review? That would be nice.

THIS IS TIMELOCKEDMANIAC SIGNING OUT!

PEACE!

Edit: 30/10/16 Did some grammar and line editing because I'm an idiot for not checking *Facepalm* If anyone reading finds more mistakes, please do point it out.