This is a revised version of chapter 1 i will be re posting all my revised chapters through out the day and of course i do not own the anime nor the chacters except Zahira, Nao, and Liz. i hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 1

Barcelona, one of the busiest ports in Spain, was crowded more than normal today. Near the end of the port closer to town was a lone female musician playing an 8 reed flute of different lengths that produced a sweet melody. The musician was playing with her eyes closed while leaning against a building; she seemed to be unaware of her surroundings as she didn't see the crowd forming around her to listen to her play. The girl had long red hair that was in a braid resting over her right shoulder ending at her chest, with bangs framing her gentle face. She wore a black corset with white diamonds going down the center. She also had a black half sleeved under shirt that was worn under the corset, along with her white skinny jeans that had a black and purple strap hooked on her belt loops. Her knee high boots were black and had white under the laces. When she stopped playing her flute she opened her blue-green eyes and blushed some as the crowd began clapping. She stood up to her full height of 5'8" with her boots on and bowed to them simply offering a thank you to them before shyly refusing any money they offered as this was her home town, and she hadn't visited it in 4 years.

The crowd slowly died down enough for her to greet old family friends as they passed by. The musician was about to pick up her traveling bag when a man caught her eye; he was sitting on one of the many posts at the bay, watching her. The man wore a black suit with a white button up shirt that stopped at a black bow in its proper place; his hair was black and curly but slicked back in the front a little to make him look very handsome. Although she started to blush when she looked at his face, she noticed he had a beauty mark under his right eye and his eyes were a literally golden. She would have melted in those eyes alone and would become unable to speak if he were to talk to her for sure. Having stared at him for far longer than she realized he arched a brow at her and smirked before getting up, placing the long top hat he had in his hand on his head and gave her a nod before walking away. She blinked and nodded to him before gathering her bag and flute to head into town; it wasn't long though till a familiar yell could be heard from up ahead.

"Zahira!" She placed her bag down at the call of her name just in time to catch a girl in her arms, almost falling over. She smiled down to the young girl that had medium length brown hair that was held up very neatly in a clip. The girl was wearing a long red Victorian dress. When the girl looked up she had the same blue-green eyes as her. "It's been far too long cousin! Why haven't you written?!" The girl yelled again at her making a crowd of people look at them like they were crazy.

"I'm sorry Liz, I was just busy practicing with my teacher." Zahira smiled to the girl she was hugging, ignoring the strange looks from others around them since Liz tended to draw a lot of unwanted attention at times. Both of that aside, she let go of the girl and noticed her cousin had grown far more than she would have thought. Her cousin was 5'7" naturally without heels now, and her chest was developed way too much for a girl her age. Zahira herself had a C cup; her cousin, however, had a whole cup size bigger making Zahira a little jealous. To make it worse Liz was only 17, which made it even worse that she was 19 and was not near THAT developed.

Liz sighed but nodded to bring her familiar charming smile to her face. "Well you should show me what you learned on your travels sometime, but for now let's go home and eat. I'm starving!" Liz laughed some at Zahira's face of pure shock before she joined Liz as she laughed as well. She let Liz out of the hug to walk to their home on the edge of town. On the way to their home she noticed the handsome man from the port about to go down the alley just ahead of them. She nearly blushed when he glanced her way, giving a simple polite smile before disappearing into the alley. However, when she looked down the alley as they passed he was nowhere to be seen leaving her very puzzled, but at the same time she had a funny feeling that made her smile a little. She had never been one to care for such jesters, but she didn't mind this man's jesters at all. She found even from a distance he had a strange charm to him. Though she thought she may have been going a little crazy from the long travel.

The walk to their home was quicker than Zahira thought as she stopped in front of the gates of the place she called home 4 years ago. The gate was white like the fence around the two story building that had a stone path leading to their home. The house however was not as white as it used to be as now it was an off white color from aging as well as vines growing around the house's base. What drew her attention most though was the weeping willow tree she found many years ago as a baby tree barely alive. She had planted the tree by the house and took care of it till she left for her studies. The weeping willow was now full grown with little pink flowers randomly about the trunk and even at the draping edges of the branches. She walked through the gates to the tree to gently caress a draping flower in her hand smiling as she whispered to the tree it seemed but it was directed to her cousin Liz as she watched her. "I'm really happy to be home."

Zahira let go of the flower and turned to walk over to her cousin to hug her again before going inside the house with Liz; her smile never leaving her face. The inside of the home looked the same as it did when she left: pictures everywhere of the family on both sides, a few mirrors among the wall, as well as her old flutes she used to make that rested on the wall of kitchen, not to mention the rooms upstairs were the same as when they were kids, excluding the bigger beds since the heights changed of the two quite more quickly than Zahira's aunt and uncle thought was normal. Liz was the fastest of the two in more than just height; she excelled in cooking and even singing. Zahira on the other hand was better at drawing, playing flutes, and being a people person even when she may tend to be a little shy at first. Not to mention she can be very clever and borrow things without asking. Needless to say they were opposite as can be yet they get along just great.

Zahira shook her head; she focused on the now and placed her bag on her bed forgetting that she had to cook lunch. For the moment she was in dreamworld. Laughing some Zahira headed down stairs and began to make lunch with Liz helping her prepare the plates and adding things to the food. Liz had asked her so many questions about her travels that she lost count of how many replies. Liz was in awe almost dropping her food and even laughing at how silly or shy she was at times. Much to Zahira's surprise the time flew by, and by the time they washed up the dishes it was nighttime out and the lights of the town went dark. Zahira was about to say something when Liz seemed to read her mind dragging her upstairs towards her bed room, letting go only when she stood by her door. "Liz, you are still scary when you do that; it's like you read my mind! Still love you though cousin. Good night Liz, see you in the morning"

Liz blinked at Zahira's words and then smiled, "Good night Zahira, and definitely! We need to go to town and see if we can cause the same amount of the trouble as before you left." With that being said, Liz and Zahira smirked a little before closing their doors to go bed.