Title: Tarots
Author: Demonette Rainyday
Rating: T
Category: Romance. Maybe a lit Spiritual on other chapters
Pairing: Karakuri Chachamaru x Zazie Rainyday
Warnings/Kinks: "Technical language" involved.
I do not own negima, maybe the contrary
Thanks to PeroPero for the italian>English translation.
That's the First chapter of my Original Pairing Fanfiction. Hope You'll enjoy this.
"Tarots"
"Mmh..." Zazie barely lifted her eyebrow, staring at the 4 cards in front of her, while the calm wind was blowing on her hair.
Zazie Rainyday was sitting on the cement pavement with her legs crossed, a deck of tarot cards next to her, and at a small distance from it layed 4 cards that had fallen out of the deck while she was taking it out of her purse.. The 4 cards fell to form a square, 2 on top and 2 on the bottom.
She stared with her yellow eyes on the laughing scheletric figure carved in the 13th card, lightened by the sunhine spreading on the terrace of the main building of Mahora Gakuhen. "The Death, Change. The Lovers, love." Under the 2 cards, one bordered in dark blue and the other in red, The Hanged was staring at her with her own face, wich was drawn with an incredible resemblance on the deck that was given to her at her entrance in the Nightmare Circus. Certainly that strange event had something to do with her, she had goosebumps whenever she thought about the last card, face down on the floor.
She put her index finger on it, slowly slipping along the metallic surface.
Her cards had never failed, never.
She smiled thinking of herself being so confused, after more than 300 years of life. What tremendous truth could that card have been hiding, to scare an High Rank Demon like her?
Suddenly, the little bird on her shoulder cryed a high note, waving it's blue feathered wings to distract the Demonette from her questioning.
"Hello, Chachamaru-san...how may I help you?" she asked, still looking at the little enigma in front of her. And she finally found the Answer.
A few meters from the Demonette, there was a strange sound, like the activation of little jet motor, and the air itself shattered in to a thousand colored pieces, as the Holografic Shield hiding a tall, green haired girl broke into fragments. The little blue bird eeked two more times before flying off,
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Zazie-san. I… wanted to ask you a question" The Mechanic Girl would have blushed, if only she could.
Even though she was programed to have no fear whatsoever, she had to take all her courage and to use her cloaking system just to go up on that terrace. Just to get close to the girl.
Zazie took a look at the mechanic girl, her yellow eyes almost closed, barely shaking her head before speaking.
"You want to know if your love is recirpocal, correct?" she said, without taking her site off of the floor in front of her. Chachamaru closed her eyes and sighed before nodding.
The Demonette barely smiled and grabbed the cards in front of her without seeing it's content and with a rapid and fluid polse movement she threw them at Chachamaru, who grabbed them on the fly.
They were two bands of metal, maybe platinum, finly engraved and partially colored to exalt the light that shined on it.
The mechanic girl stared a long time on the card of "The Hanged" with Zazie's face on it before looking at the other, and letting it fall, suprised.
Zazie smiled once more, standing up and cleaning off her scottish Mahora Uniform's skirt.
"That is my answer, my cards have never been mistaken"
The Demonette made a little bow, before gicing Chachamaru a warm smile, probably the first ever seen on that sad tattoed face.
"We will have time to talk more about it Chachamaru-san, once I myself have cleared my mind"
Zazie waved her right hand in salute before dissapearing in a purple cloud, using her powers to teleport to her room, where she made a big sigh before landing on her big black leather armchair.
"Damn… I ran away once again.." she thought while staring at the black ceiling.
Meanwhile, on the terrace, Chachamaru sat down, her articolations shrieking with metallic voices, grabbing the card that had fallen on the ground.
Eventhough the Gothic-style writings on the card clearly said "The Wheel", the image on it was somewhat different than the usual one, and that explained many things.
It was a gear.
Finally, "Tarots" translation is online.
I'll soon start the translation of the second chapter, "Tea Party.
enjoy!
