Peeti: Okay, this was an old story we posted a while ago, but we lost interest and kinda dumped it, however we're going to re-vamp it, and well, hope you guys like it this time around.
So, here's our supernatural AU, featuring the Akastuki, Lyra, and Alex!
Lyra- Pirate's-Territory
Alex- ShyyVonVanity
[[-Supernatural-ChApTeR oNe-]]
((PoCkY & Faeries))
Lyra's POV
Great.
Just great.
I'm Lyra, and guess what me and my twin Alex just found out?
That we're fricken' unnatural beings! I mean, yeah, you guys probably have 'WTF' faces on right now since I bet this is the first time you've ever heard that one before, but seriously now.
Me and my sis' are what some people call 'Dark Faeries'.
And this shit is awesome.
I've heard that we can fucking fly.
But the downside to being a totally different race is that we have to keep it a secret. A secret we've been told to keep around half an hour ago. Want a flashback?
Tough, you're going to get one.
Flashback!
"Girls! Come down here for a sec'! We have something important to tell you!" I heard Dad shout, I looked at Alex who was previously on her phone, standing alongside my bed now. "C'mon lazy ass, we haven't got all day. Dad'll lecture us again if we don't hurry." She nudged me and I rubbed my eyes slowly, a haze of dancing spots owned my vision.
"Uuuuuugggghhhh..." I sounded like a zombie, swear down.
Then I smelt it.
The indescribable scent only known as the deliciously tempting and sweet chocolate...
Pocky.
I looked up to see Alex holding one stick dangerously close to my face, smirking all the while. I sent her a death glare, but grabbed the sweet temptation and chomped down while swinging my legs off the bed anyway.
I stood up and, after swallowing the last bit of of the delectable treat, told her, "Screw you and your amazing persuasion skills..." She grinned slyly in triumph. "Heh, it's my specialty." I rolled my eyes, "Shut it."
We slid down the twin banisters, racing almost, we did this every day so we just started laughing.
"Girls... What did your Father tell you about the banisters? They're old, they could crack and break at any time!" Mom scolded when we jumped off, said banisters were rocking hauntingly.
"Alright Mum."
We brushed her comment off and found Dad in his office, he swivelled his chair over to look at us, his eyes grave with sadness. We both tensed a bit, uncomfortable at the sudden mood change.
"Girls, I've been suspicious for some time now- as to why, you're about to find out..." He left the sentence to hang, and I cussed him out for it in my head, my palms were sweaty with a nervousness I've never felt before, and looking over to my side, I saw that Alex was still as well.
"Now, you two, you've always liked rock music, while me and your Mother liked classical, and light melodies, right?" We nodded, not really catching onto what he was trying to get across.
"You two have also prefered dressing in darker colours, and have always rebelled, instead of accepting what you have." He looked a little angry as he told us that, I was still as can be.
He sighed and calmed down. "Now, you may not believe me when I say this, but you two are... Different..."
'No shit Sherlock.' I thought, trying not to laugh. I love my Dad 'n all, but he really does state the perfectly obvious sometimes. I mean, we were rocking goths, and both sixteen, I had rather long hazel hair that reached my waist, with a side-fringe that covered my left eye I was tan, and had dark brown eyes. Alex's hair is pure black, also going down to her waist, and somehow it's always bloody straight. Her bangs go over to whatever side she brushed it to on that day. She usually has hot pink eyes, which match the dip-dye at the tips of her hair and bangs. I say usually because she wears contacts, and without 'em they're just dark brown. And she's more pale than me. Not albino pale, but pale.
"How so?" My sister asked, I could tell that she was also a bit red from trying to contain a laugh, he looked at us with disappointment, heaving another big sigh.
"Girls... Imagine you're in a very dark room... What would you like to do? Get out immediately, as you never know what lurks in darkness, or maybe go out, see the light, feel the sun?" Dad asked, he looked... Hopeful? I thought about it, just standing there is a pitch black room, it sounded slightly comforting for some reason. I mean, the darkness would ease my eyes, and I'd feel peaceful for the nothingness in there. It seemed surreal, almost. But 'what lurks in the darkness'? It's just a room, nothing more. I'm not afraid of it. It's calming, not scary.
Alex looked at me, and we just answered back, grinning all the while, "I wouldn't mind staying in the room!"
He looked absolutely heartbroken.
Mother gasped and we stopped smiling, I started to panic, as we only answered a simple bloody question.
"Girls! You wouldn't mind it?!" She blubbered, clinging onto our shoulders. She started to cry, and I had no idea what to do. Dad looked down and I wondered WTF was going on until Dad told Mum to go into the other room. I heard sobs.
He came back into the room and told us, "My precious daughters, you two are Faeries, but you are not of our kind. You are a rare, mutated sub-species called 'Dark Faeries', and must be contained and purified at once. I am sorry to say that I must send you away to a rehabilitation school. When you are completely purified, only then may you return. It could take a matter of weeks, but it could also take years. Or..."
'We could never come back.' I finished off mentally. He then explained to us the ups and downs of being Faeries.
We can fly, call upon a certain element, and locate others of our kind.
But we can't get our wings wet... Or else we'll fall sick for a while.
Flashback over
Sooooo yeah... We'll be carted off to a boarding school for dysfunctional mystical creatures soon. And I have. No. Fucking. Idea. How that'll turn out. Our parents said that they'll teach us how to hone ourselves into model citizens, and how to blend in with the crowd.
Hell, I've been able to blend in for my whole sixteen years! Screw the school!
I bit down angrily on a bit of Pocky while muttering, "Al?" She turned her head to me, finally stopping her little typing rant on her phone. "Hn?" She replied, "We're in for a shitty time aren't we?"
She just laughed.
'Konoha Rehab Center For Supernatural Delinquents' here we come.
[[-Supernatural-ChApTeR oNe-]]
((=PoCkY & Faeries=))
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Peeti: I'm gonna do the next chapter now, so yeah... Enjoy the wait for another update? It rhymed, so don't you dare criticize me. Yeah, and we also have a song of the chapter now... So this one is...
SotC: Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons - Because this is a fucking awesome song, and I listened to it whilst working on most of the chapter!
"I tried and therefore no one can criticize me!" -Daniel Radcliffe c;
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