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The curse
Umehito sighed head on his desk Belzeneff propped against the wall. Surrounded by seemingly every dark magic book he had (in the club room anyway).
"Kuretake," he called glumly
"Yes master?" the cat-eyed maid asked
"It's not in any of these, bring me A compendium of common curses and their counter curses please."
"Master, you've already been through it 5 times...and your private collection at least twice." She gestured to a stack of books on the floor at least the size of a small horse, watching the blond photo-phobic with concern.
Said phobic stared glumly at the stack (hand puppet somehow back in place and staring too) before groaning and banging his head on the desk.
"Master..?" The maid asked blinking at the un-Nekozawa-like reaction.
"I don't understand it Kuretake!"he yelled at the ceiling clutching his head in frustration.
"What sir?" She said after jumping back in surprise.
"My chest fells, tight, and I can't stop thinking about this...girl. But whenever I try to ask what curse she used my feet go in the opposite direction!" he paused to consider this before grinning and saying in his best creepy voice
"Its as if invisible forces are are pushing me away to insure my eternal agony!" he exclaimed cackling darkly.
The servant breathed a sigh of relief. That was the dark prince she loved.
'But …' she furrowed her brow 'That description sounded worrying..'
AN: Does anyone actually like this one? Its just a random thought I had after watching the show. Not sure if I want to continue it or not..+ a friend of mine suggested nutella for a muse sense I can't find chocolate almonds anymore. Looks like it worked! I'm keeping Greed too though (my back-up muse) hes too..Greed to let go. (If that makes any sense)
Outtake:
Meanwhile at Hogwarts
"Mustaches for all!" a brown haired girl shouted making it 'rain' matted yarn clumps of all colors over a crowd of confused students.
Jessica sweatdropped (or would have if she was in a anime)
"I think your going a little over-bored with the knitting.." she said "still, you might be getting better" she continued picking a clump off the floor " this one almost passes for a horseshoe."
"Mwahaha!" Cotton laughed tossing the 'stache box in the air before grabbing Jess's arm and running before Filch huffed and wheezed his way down the staircase.
AN2: A horseshoe is a type of mustache (look it up), and this is kinda a continuation of last weeks fanfic. IDK if it counts as a crossover..
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