This is my first chapter book, and its not inspired by Harry Potter or anything like that! There will be no links to any other fantasy books, so expect only… the unexpected(!), as Mirrors is where imagination runs wild!
Haruhi Fujioka woke to a whistling in her left ear, and it grew shriller and shriller as she gained consciousness. Thrusting her head into her pillow and trying to sink further into her futon, the noise grew so unbearably loud that she ended up rolling onto the hard wood floor in her attempt to muffle the sound. The coolness of the wood caught Haruhi off guard, and she gasped loudly.
"I'm innocent, officer!" Ranka groaned groggily from his futon opposite Haruhi. He lifted his head and looked at his daughter, still half asleep.
"Sorry!" Haruhi hissed, then realizing that her father wasn't even fully awake, merely speaking lines from his dream, she clamped a hand over her mouth, ignoring the wracks of chill that transmitted from her body. Ranka flopped back down, face first, and Haruhi drew herself to her feet, wrapping a blanket around herself, and moved away to dress for school.
Haruhi had always been waking earlier than her father, as a matter of fact, earlier than anyone in the same apartments as she lived in, ever since she'd started in the Ouran High School Host Club.
Seriously, Haruhi would never have joined on her free will, not in a million years. It was only because she was in debt after breaking their vase in Music Room 3. And that vase cost a lot; Haruhi didn't even want to think of the number of yen that she currently worked on repaying.
Appearance was one of the biggest factors for the host club, and therefore Haruhi spent most of the morning preparing herself for the day. She really missed wearing Ranka's old sweats and the big chunky, comfortable glasses. Contacts were a pain. But those were another one of Tamaki Suoh's ideas. He really was the worst thing that had ever happened to Haruhi.
"Curse him!" Haruhi muttered as she slid a contact into place, hating the heavy sensation on her eyeball. She glanced at the clock. It was almost six thirty in the morning. That left about another hour before she had to begin the long walk to Ouran. Haruhi grabbed a comb and started running it through her entangled hair.
Meanwhile, at Ouran High School, two students had arrived bright and early. Or perhaps that should be rephrased to two students arrived dark and early.
Nekozawa and Reiko Kanazuki pushed open the doors of Ouran.
"President, may you remind me of the reason for this exceptionally… early… occasion?" Kanazuki asked hoarsely. She and Nekozawa had snuck away to get into the school at the crack of dawn, but unfortunately the doors had been locked, and they had been unable to find the Black Magic Club's secret passageway in the dark.
"We have come to test a new Black Magic," Nekozawa replied. Even he was no longer as cocky as he had started off, his black wig somewhat scragglier than it had started off, and a thin layer of grime and dust had settled on his 'must-have' black robes. "You, of all of the club, would understand the magic more than anybody else, Miss Kanazuki."
"Truthfully, Nekozawa, I've begun to have my doubts about whether Black Magic truly works or not," Kanazuki responded, running her fingers through her dark hair. "Nothing seems to work on Haninozuka… nothing."
"Trust me," Nekozawa said with a spooky laugh, "Once we're through with this, there will be no doubt, only answers."
The pair made their way down the huge hallways that echoed eerily the quiet tapping of footsteps in the silence.
They passed Music Rooms One and Two, still completely hushed, until they reached Music Room Three, where Nekozawa halted.
"Ah, the host club!" He giggled. "They would be the perfect guinea pigs, do you not agree, Miss Kanazuki?"
"Depends what on, Nekozawa," Kanazuki answered stiffly, her features taut in the dim light. "What type of spell is it?" She was quite obviously worrying about the new magic that the Black Magic Club President intended to cast on the host club, and whether it would harm her thin chances on getting Haninozuka out on a date.
"I shall tell you once we've reached our destination," Nekozawa said, pushing the door open and gesturing for Kanazuki to go first. She remained rooted to the spot, darkness shadowing her face as she considered her options. "Do not disappoint me, Kanazuki," he breathed, with deliberately missing out on the Miss when he addressed Kanazuki.
"What type of spell is it?" she repeated, slowly and clearly, expecting a response this time.
"Ah, it is a Game of Mirrors, Kanazuki. And the two reflections are our specialties. Can you guess what they are?" Kanazuki followed Nekozawa into the music room gradually, admitting surrender. She was quick the answer the question.
"Light and dark…" she mumbled, then her eyes widened. "Ah! I see now, President! You'll emit light and dark magic into each of them! Are you sure that this is a good idea?" She added with a frown. "I've read about histories that include Games of Mirrors, and none have ended well. The Mirrors have turned against one another, and many have finished with deaths. How do you know this will work?" Nekozawa's face split into a wicked smile.
"We are the Black Magic Club," he said, pulling his hood up over his head, and Kanazuki did the same. "I do not."
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