My Chemical Romance
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With the Yule Dance approaching in a mere two weeks time, and Dark without someone to take, he fears he will not be going. But, when a mysterious stranger comes and grants him the 'answer to his problem', will Dark be able to handle the outcome of this new predicament?
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Chapter One
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"So, Dark, have you figured out who you're taking to the Yule dance?"
"Risa, for the fifteenth time—I don't know!" Dark hissed, glaring at the younger Harada sister before him.
"Oh…" Risa said, almost hurt. Her face drooped into a frown for only a second, and then it twisted back up into a girlish smile. "Well, if you don't find anyone, I'll go with you!"
"Yes, Risa," Dark said through gritted teeth. "You've told me that fifteen times."
"All right! Well, see you later Dark!" The girl called, running out the door towards a bunch of her giggling friends.
"So," one of them whispered to her, "Do you think he's going to ask you?"
"Any day now—he's just waiting for the right moment," Risa said, letting out a squeal.
Dark watched, irritated as the girl's—every last one of them—startedgiggling and squealing madly. Grabbing his bag quickly, he stormed out of the door and past them without a second glance.
Why couldn't girls be less…girly?
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The teenager shuddered, leaning over the railing and gazing across the sea boredly as a cool breeze ruffled through his hair.
"So," he murmured aloud, "At the rate this is going…I really am going to take Risa to the Yule dance…"
"Having…problems with something?" Came a cool, womanly voice from behind him.
Dark turned to face the figure walking up behind him. "Not really."
"You lie," Came the reply of woman, her emerald eyes glimmering with mischief. The cool winter breeze blew through her short, silver hair as she leaned on the railing next to Dark, as if awaiting him to speak.
He held to her silent call, cocking his head to the side to get a better view of the woman.
She wore a strange ensemble—a dark, flowing black dress accompanied with an equally extravagant embroidered cloak. She had donned a multitude of intricate articles of jewelry—her wrists and fingers all covered in the mass of gold and silver.
"Who are you to accuse me of that?"
A wry smile staining her pale face, the girl turned to Dark and said, "Towa, you may call me. Who are you to deny my claim?"
Dark suppressed a grin; "Dark."
The girl nodded, her gaze falling back across the sea. "Something troubles you…I can tell by the look in your eye. Why not tell?"
Dark shrugged, "All right. I'll tell you. Besides—what's the worst that can happen, right?"
The woman nodded, a distinct jingling noise following her every motion.
"You see," Dark began, "there's this dance…and…"
"You want to ask a girl but are afraid she will say no?"
"Not quite," Dark said, scratching the back of his head. "There isn't a single girl I do want to ask. They're all so stuck up and snobby and…just plain annoying. I don't want to not go, but…I don't want to take one of them with me, you know? The Yule dance is supposed to be important to a relationship—to mean something…and I don't want get any of their hopes up only to crush them all…"
"I see…the reason you don't want to go…is because you don't want to hurt their feelings when you tell them you only took them so you wouldn't look bad by going by yourself, eh?"
Dark nodded. "Yeah, I guess."
"And you haven't found that special person?" the woman pried.
"No."
"May I…suggest something? Give you a gift?"
Dark blinked, giving the woman a curious glance. "What?"
"I have something that may help…and it is of no use to me. Would you like it?" She asked, rummaging through her long cloak.
"No, that's all right—I really don't think I should—"
"Oh, nonsense. The least you could do is take it. Oh, won't you—for me?" she asked, looking up at him with large eyes.
"I…fine," Dark said, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"Wonderful!"
Finally managing to find the object she sought, she placed a large leather bag in front of Dark, ushering for him to take it.
"Uhm…what is it?" Dark asked, looking curiously at the strange object as he lifted it into his own hands.
"Magic," Towa said, a strange gleam in her eyes. "To solve your problem."
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Dark glared at the strange materials in front of him, casting strange glances at the colored vials. Lifting up a piece of paper, he scanned the words and read what stuck out to him aloud.
"Mix…perfect person…two weeks…midnight…caution…stir…hours…time consuming...blah, blah, blah…"
Sighing and dropping the paper, Dark looked around for a bowl to mix the strange liquids in.
Grabbing a large plastic one, a thought suddenly struck Dark.
I wonder what'll happen…if I do mix these things together. What if I make a bomb or something?
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Nah—what are the chances of that, anyway?
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"Good god—how much longer is this going to take?" Dark moaned, stirring the thick liquid. "I've been at it for like…" he looked at a clock, "four hours…"
Damn…I don't have a life…--
Dark's eyes grew heavy with sleep as the hours dwindled on, and he finally drifted off into sleep, his arm still latched onto the instrument he had been using to stir, at eleven fifty nine.
Yes, I started a new story…and cut it off abruptly…there was going to be a lot more to this chapter (like a whole other three pages) but things came up and now you'll have to wait until I have some more spare time to update this and my other stories…if you were interested in any of them, anyway. Well…I know Dark and Towa (and Risa, but she doesn't count…) were the only people in this chapter, but I'll try to throw everyone else in the next chapter for those of you who are interested. Now, as always, this story does not belong to me, but instead to Yukiru Sugisaki. I claim no rights over any of this--not even the story line (Sorry, Lee, but I really liked your version, so I made my own...) Thank you very much!