AWI: I give you the obligatory disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything of Hoshino-sensei's. That would be dishonorable.
Other than that, please excuse the absolutely atrocious writing of this fic. It has received none of the extra attention that Messenger of Death has and, thus, has suffered. It is HORRIBLY written and embarrases me. However, it will not undergo rewrite any time soon. Just be aware that the quality that you are stepping into in this fic is a great leap down from Messenger of Death.
The Jewel is on hiatus until further notice. I request that you bear with me on this. It will recieve due attention someday in the far off future. Until then...
Summary:
The Order holds a mysterious Jewel, and it isn't a precious gem, but a person, an angel. What will happen when The Jewel is suddenly taken! This summary hates me. Hiatus
The JewelThe weather was beautiful and sunny and just right. The light shone down on the trees outside, casting leafy shadows that seemed to dance and a breeze ruffled them, as if beckoning you to join them. A stone building that could bring a church to mind stood amidst the scene, the birds sitting atop it chirping cheerfully, basking in the sun.
A young woman with a mane of flaming red hair sat at a window, gazing at the sight dreamily, obviously wishing she was out there instead of inside doing paperwork. She sighed wistfully, glancing at the mounds of dead trees atop her desk, fervently wishing that they were still alive and resembling those tall leafy green things that weren't lettuce. (a/n: it's like I'm on crack!)
Suddenly, an older woman with graying hair burst through the door, making the red haired one snap to attention and pretend to have been doing her work. The older woman only spared her a short glare, though, showing that she was agitated and distracted.
"Is something the matter, Miss Cassandra?" the younger woman asked.
"Oh, yes, my dear daughter. It's that boy again!" She threw her hands up in annoyance.
She had been the given the charge of taking care of The Jewel for the next two weeks while the Order got itself resituated with security and all that whatnot. Apparently the Jewel had tried to runaway or something, and knew where he was going, so the Order decided to just stick him with Cassandra Holmes in the middle of nowhere so that he couldn't contact anyone or know where to run to so that he'd just stay put. However, even with those securities in place, he was never allowed to leave his room and the younger woman even suspected that he might even be chained to a chair or the bed or something else. The flame haired woman had yet to even see him or hear his voice or anything, though, since no one but Cassandra was allowed near him. He always seemed to get on her nerves, though…
"What has he done now?" the girl asked slyly.
"He-he tried to slit his wrists! Can you believe that! He is the most highly rewarded and respected thing in the Order and he tries to commit suicide! Is he insane!"
"Wow. A suicide attempt. That's new."
"How on Earth were they able to handle him there! It is just beyond me…" She sighed heavily.
"Why don't you let me take care of him just for today?"
"Oh, heaven's no, child. He's like a snake. If your mind isn't trained properly, he'll draw you in, poisoning your mind until you will side with him to your death."
"Wow. That was detailed…"
"It has happened before. He was able to get several promising youngsters to side with him. They fought to the death trying to get him out. I swear. Young people's minds are so easily broken these days…"
The young woman looked down forlornly. She had really wanted to see The Jewel of the Order. He was said to be an amazing sight, like an angel, and frighteningly powerful, so much so that it took rolls of talismans and charms to keep his power under wraps. It took two or three to restrain a normal person.
"Sorry, Nellie, but I'm afraid that that's just how it is. I have been given specific instructions from the Order to not allow anyone to have any form of contact with him. His words are a poison that can suck you up in an instant. Sometimes, even I start to have my doubts…"
"Right, Miss Cassandra…"
"Oh, that's right, Nellie! How's your work going?"
The girl groaned as the woman glared harshly at her.
AWI: Thank you for patience displayed toward this piece of crap. I hope to rewrite it someday... Said someday will likely be years in the future...