bChapter One: Enjoy the Silence/b
A tall girl sat alone in a large classroom filled with people. She wore a pair of black jeans and a baggy navey sweat shirt with a dragon emblem on it. Her hair was golden and long, it came past her shoulders and her eyes where the coldest blue you had ever seen. One long gaze from her and your insides would turn to ice.
The bell rang and the noisey enties sat down to mindlessly take up space and ignore their teacher, and most of them get paid for this. Man what asses. But the teachers, now they where another story. They got paid more then most and they would teach at a pace slower then most. It annoyed the piss out of her and she really didn't know why.
She followed the rutine. She took out her Math 11-1 text,binder, and purple pencil case. She selected her favorite black gell pen and looked the fermiller sight of Mrs. Lush, a tall woman with short white hair and a hard face. She wore '70's style glasses and they looked auful. But alas the old bag wasn't there. Instead there was a tall hunk of a man that looked like he'd be a co-star to Matt Damon or Brad Pitt. This man was a God. She didn't cast her eyes away, instead she staired right at him with her best "fuck-you-son-of-a-bitch-push-over-sub" look. It made her exstatic when he met her eyes and then quickly looked away. She, for once, accually smiled at something non-violence realated.
The sub introduced himself as Mr.O'Neil. He was tall, she gave him that. He was also bald and wore glasses. Instead of a tacky suit he wore dress pants and a blue t-shirt that was un-tucked. He was on her "fuckable teacher" list. He did role and man was his voice heavenly. He screwed up on Sean Markum's name and Aase Juffers, when he came to hers she was hardly listening anymore."... Lucy Nevermore..." She managed a meek here and when back to duddling in her binder. He was too much.
That morning was the only morning she had ever paid attention in math long enough to learn something. How couldn't she, he was hard not to look at. She even acted like an air head and asked for help when she didn't need it. When the bell rang it was hard for her to leave.
She slowly got up and truged out into the hall where people sung her nicknames like a unharmous choir, it was back to the everyday life that she new to well.
Second period was easier. She sat in the back of her theater arts class with Joey Lions, Katlyn Rowands and Fayth O'Donald. Joey kept commenting on the air-heads performance of "Hamlet" he didn't think that the words had "like" in between them like that.
"I'm quite sure he didn't say 'To be or, like not to be. Like that is sooo the question!'" Joey said as he pushed away a lock of golden hair. His hair was LONG, like her and the rest of her "cult" or "flock" as they had been called, he wore black, nothing but black, all the time. He even panted his nails black like Lucy, Kattie and Fayth. He was also very cynical (he got that from Lucy) and very picky (Kattie gave him that one).
"'Thus, like, the answer must be, like, to be!'" Lucy said with a more mocking tone then Joey's.She was way more cynical then he was and she had a deep love for Shakespear. She was so out raged at Tiffany Breat- Implant's and Marsha Lose-As-A-Garbage-Can's performance that she was "like", about to take off her big ass platforms and throw them at the bitches. SHE WAS PISSED!!
"Thank you ladies," Mrs.Hartt said in a tone that showed she was less then pleased. Then next was them. The smaller cult. They, all four of them, went to the stage area and started to act out the that very same scene from Hamelt, only they would do it better.
"Miss. Nevermore, Mr. Lions, Miss.Rowands and Miss.O'Donald, your next and instead of Hamelt I would like you to do Act two Scene two of A Midsummers-Night Dream. Enter Oberon, Titania and a Fairy with Puck in the wings. Chose who you'll play between yourselves." She announced.
The "cult" moved down the stairs of the auditorium and stopped in the middle of the stage. They knew this scene off by heart, they did this play last year for drama fest.
"I want to play the fairy!!" Joey called out with mirth. He was a fairy himself and would be perfect at it.
"Then Fayth will do Titania, Kittie will be Oberon and I can handle Puck." Lucy said. They did their little hand thing and broke it. Lucy stalked to the wings while Kittie, Fayth and Joey took thier places.
"'Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.'" Kittie said her first lines. Her voice rang out powerful, but also soft with the rugged male personia. It was wierd to see Kittie, a small girl with long pale brown hair and different color eyeshadow speak male parts.
"'What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence : I have forsworn his bed and company.'" Fayth said with that wickedness to her voice. She made Titania come to life well. Her long brown curls and the way she read her lines made the audiance take notice.
"'Tarry, rash wanton. Am not I thy lord?'" Kittie boomed back with anger, it made them accually look like a querrling couple.
"'Then I must be thy lady ; but I know when thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, and in the shape of Corin sat all day, playing on pipes of corn, and versing love to amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, come from the farthest steep of India, but that, forsooth, the bouncing Amozon. Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love, to Theseus must be wedded? and you to give their bed joy and prosperity.'" Her speach shook the room. She didn't stay in one place and spoke, she moved around Kittie looking angry and intreged at the same time.
"' How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, glance at my credit with Hippolyta, knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night from Perigenia,whom he ravished? And make him with fair AEglé break his faith, with Ariadne and Antiopa?'" Kittie pressed her face into Fayth while she spoke.
"'These are the forgeries of jealousy : and never, since the middle summer's spring, met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, by paved fountian, or by rushy brook, or in the beached margin of the sea, to dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, but with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Thereforth the winds, piping us in vain, as in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea, contagious fogs; which falling in the land, have every pekting river made so proud'" She stepped back from Kittie's face and her fairy, Joey stood protectively infront of her,"' That they have overborne their continents: the ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, the ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: the fold stands empty in the drowned field, and crows are fatted with the murrain flock : the nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud; and the quaint mazes in the wanton green'" She rest her hand on Joey's head, "' For lack of of thread are undistinguishable : the human mortals want their winter here : no night is now with hymn or carol blest;-- therefore the moon, the governess of floods, pale in her anger, washes all the air, that rheumatic diseases do abound : and thorough this distemperature we see the seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; and on old Hiems' thin and icy crown, an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, the childing autumn, angry winter, change their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, by their increase, now knows not which is which. And this is the same progeny of evils comes from our debate, from our dissension: we are their parents and original.'" She stepped back from Joey and smiled a mocking smile at Kittie.
"'Do you amend it then; it liesin you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy, to be my henchman.'"
"'Set your heart at rest, The fairy land buys not the child of me, his mother was a votaress of my order : and, in the spiced Indian air, by night, full often hath she gossip'd by my side, and sat with me on Neptunes yellow sands, marking the embarked traders on the floods; when we haved laugh'd to see the sails conceive, and grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind; which she, with pretty and with swimming galt following, (her womb then rich with young squire) Would imitate, and sail upon the land, to fetch me tritles, and rich with merchandies. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; and for her sake I do not rear up her boy, and for her sake I will not part with the boy.'" Very long winded, Fayth though, now I remember why I wanted a different part.
"'How long within this wood intend you stay?'"
"' Perchance, till after Thesues' wedding-day. If you will patiently dance in our round, and see our moonlight revels, go with us; if not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.'"
"'Give me that boy, and I will go with thee'"
"'Not for thy fairy kingdom.-- Fairies away! We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.'" Fayth and Joey left the stage area and when into the wings.
"' Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove. Till I torment thee for this injury.-My gentle Puck; come hither : '" As Kittie said that Lucy scampered to her call. She crouched at Kittie's feet and looked up with trance fixed eyes. "' Thou remember'st since once I sat upon a promontory, and heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, that the rude sea grew civil at her song, and certian stars shot madly their spheres, to hear the sea-maid's music.'"
"' I remember.'" Lucy said in a miscevious tone.
"'That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took at a fair vestal thorned by the west, and loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, as it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts, but I might see young Cupids fiery shaft quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, and the iraperial votaress passed on, in the maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : it fell upon a little western flower, before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it Love-in-idleness.'" Lucy rose to face Kittie with a miscevious grin. "' Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once: the juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid, will make or man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again, ere the leviathan can swim a league.'" Kittie cupped Lucy's chin and smiled.
"'I'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.'"
"'Having once this juice, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,'" Lucy rolled her eyes at Kittie,"' And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : The next thing then she waking looks upon ( Be it on lion, bear or wolf, or bull on meddling m,onkey, or on a busy ape), she shall persue it with the soul of love. And ere I take this charm off from her sight ( As I can take it with another it wirh another herb) I'mm make her render up her page to me.-- But who comes here? I am invisible, And I will overhear their conference.'"
" That's enough for now, you all did wonderfull." Her tone showed that she was pleased. The cult gathered themselves up and walked back to their seats.
After what seemed to be like one million more persentations the bell rang and Terra came running into the class with a expression on her face that meant something was up.
"Whatz the news Ter?" Kitte asked with her faux Germen accent.
"Well, in Math we had this hot sub and guess what!! He's replacing Mrs.Lush!!!!!" She was so excited Lucy thought that she would piss herself.
"Mr.O'Neil??" Lucy asked in a semi- excited tone.
"Yes Luce!!! His first name is Kirk and his middle name is James and he's only 23!! We got us a fresh one!!!" Terra exlcamed. She was happy that he didn't get to hear all the stuff on them yet, or even veiw the "cults" file yet.
The cults file was three hundred pages long. Most of it was stuff that Lucy and Joey did. They where little shit disturbers. But thank the Gods and Goddesses above that he hasn't revived it yet.
"So, Terz whats that to you?? Aren't you 'in love' with someone???" Fayth asked with cynility coated words. She hated when Terra jumped from "love" to "love" like she did. It was a major piss off.
"So what? I can trade him in for a newer model like Mr.O'Neil right??" Terra asked, her voice full of myrth and bliss.
"NO!" Lucy's voice boomed. " I forbid you to say you love Mr.O'Neil or anyone else for that matter until you REALLY mean it! Terra you can't do this all your life. Someday there's gonna be a guy that really means it and your gonna be like 'I love you too' and then you'll see some other hot guy or girl and be like, 'bye-bye' and you'll scar him emotionally for life!" In so many ways Lucy was like Terra's mother, and Lucy did go threw that type of tourment her self, only she was the one doing it. She hates herself to this day when she had figured out what she had done.
"Lucy, why can't I have fun while I'm still young?" Terra's eyes where wide and and looked shooken.
"I don't want you getting that type of rep, Ter!" Her voice was hard and callious. Her lips went dry so she fished around in her beg for her lipgloss. She pulled out Sapphire Berry, glossed, dropped it back in her beg and then looked back at Terra who looked pissed.
"Why's that?? You don't want to share it??" Her voice was sour and she knew by the look on Lucy's face she hit that spot, that dangerous spot.
"Well Miss Sour-Grape, if you really want to know, that rep that I got is a bad one no matter what you think and you don't need it! Only reason why I'm with a man from F'ton is 'caz he don't know my rep. He ain't just with me for sex, and he isn't paranoid about me lieing to him." Her words where Sapphire Berry sented and the look on Terra's face made that little speach worth it. Her and the rest of the cult finally understood her.
Terra leaped forward to hug Lucy as the bell rang for third period to begin. The cult broke up and scrambled to their classes. Lucy and Terra both when to their science class and sat down before Mr. Terence came in. He was always ten minutes late. When Mr.Terence was more then fifteen minutes later everyone got up and left.
Lucy and Terra went to Lucy's locker and grabbed their scripts. They where both in the play Antony and Cleopatra. Lucy got the lead part of Cleopatra and Terra got the part of Iras one of the servants to Cleopatra. She wanted the part of Iras, it would be easier then the part of Helena that she had last year when they did A Midsummers-Night Dream.
"Luce, wanna pratice our lines in the libary??" Terra asked. She was in a better mood now.
"Sure Terrz, lets go." Lucy shut her locker door and headed for the libary with Terra.
Terra was somewhat taller then Lucy and was bustier to. She had short red hair and was very perky. She often wore thight fitting cloths and "come- fuck-me" boots.
When they arrived at the libary they saw the two air heads from Lucy's T.A class, Tiffany and Marsha. They where there with their Miaka Yarashi and they where looking at an old book. Terra shugged and Lucy tried to get past them without them seeing her. No suck luck, Marsha spotted her.
"Hey Robin Goodfellow, wanna come spread some ointement on my eyes so I can fall in love with someone!" The trio giggled madly.
"Well, like, you know, like,I would but you see, like, I have to go look at a cosmo, like, so I can find, like, my prom dress!" Lucy said in a air-head type voice. The trio looked insaulted and Terra smiled as they walked on to do their rehearsing.
Terra's eyes glittered as she spotted the old looking book on the table. She pounced the book and made a small mewing sound and purred, rubbing her face on the leather cover, her eyes becoming intranced by the gems on the front. She looked at the title and it was in ancient Chinese. "LUCE!!!!" Terra cried out. Lucy ran back to the girl and looked at her with a questioning motherly look.
"Whats wrong Terra?" Her voice was stern and strong. More like a concerned mother then a startled friend.
"It's in acient Chinese!! Luce the books in acient Chinese!!!" She was more then excited, she was extatic.
"Can you read it??" Lucy asked, puzlement taking her face over.
"...No..."
Lucy face vaulted. When she stood back up she looked at Terra with glowing blue eyes. Lucy's head seemed to grow very large and Terra's body seemed to shrink quite small. "THEN WHATS SO INTERESTING ABOUT IT, TERRA??" She screamed.
"Mr.O'Neil can read acient Chinese....." Terra said in a voice no louder then a stage fearing acter.
"Well, this would be his free period, wanna go see what it is??" She seemed to be back to normal. Terra looked relieved.
"Sure!" She looped her right arm through Lucy's left and they skipped off threw the libary, to the hall. After that they let their arms fall to their sides and they took off into a sprint up the stairs to Mr.O'Neil's room.
"Can I help you ladies?" Mr.O'Neil's dreamy voice asked. The girls seemed to swoon to it.
"Umm.... I-I was wondering... If maaaybe you could, ummm...translate this title for me??" Terra asked with all her girlish charm*not*.
Lucy just stood there, austruck. There was a god standing right infront of her and she couldn't touch him. She longed for him to be part of her crowd, so that she could touch and provoke him to her hearts content.
"Yes I can." He said and smiled dreamly. Terra and Lucy almost melted, Terra quickly recovered and passed him the book. He looked at it for a moment and said, "Shi Jin Tenchi Sho 'Four Gods of Heaven and Earth', hmmm, interesting." He opened the book and a red light excaped, they closed there eyes and let the light engulf them.
When they opened their eyes they were in a different place totallly. Lucy looked to see if Terra and Mr.O'Neil where there and they were. She was so relieved they were there with her. She would be freaked if they weren't. Lucy stood up and whiped the dust off of the backs of her pants and turned to Terra, but she had disapeared, then she turned to Mr.O'Neil, but he was gone too. "Wha?" She breathed. She looked infront of her to see if there was anyone or anything there, she saw a old looking city. "Start walking chicka." She commanded herself and she did. She set off to the city humming Tori's version of "Enjoy the Silence".
[ Que Fushigi Yuugi End Theme.. End of chapter 1]
A tall girl sat alone in a large classroom filled with people. She wore a pair of black jeans and a baggy navey sweat shirt with a dragon emblem on it. Her hair was golden and long, it came past her shoulders and her eyes where the coldest blue you had ever seen. One long gaze from her and your insides would turn to ice.
The bell rang and the noisey enties sat down to mindlessly take up space and ignore their teacher, and most of them get paid for this. Man what asses. But the teachers, now they where another story. They got paid more then most and they would teach at a pace slower then most. It annoyed the piss out of her and she really didn't know why.
She followed the rutine. She took out her Math 11-1 text,binder, and purple pencil case. She selected her favorite black gell pen and looked the fermiller sight of Mrs. Lush, a tall woman with short white hair and a hard face. She wore '70's style glasses and they looked auful. But alas the old bag wasn't there. Instead there was a tall hunk of a man that looked like he'd be a co-star to Matt Damon or Brad Pitt. This man was a God. She didn't cast her eyes away, instead she staired right at him with her best "fuck-you-son-of-a-bitch-push-over-sub" look. It made her exstatic when he met her eyes and then quickly looked away. She, for once, accually smiled at something non-violence realated.
The sub introduced himself as Mr.O'Neil. He was tall, she gave him that. He was also bald and wore glasses. Instead of a tacky suit he wore dress pants and a blue t-shirt that was un-tucked. He was on her "fuckable teacher" list. He did role and man was his voice heavenly. He screwed up on Sean Markum's name and Aase Juffers, when he came to hers she was hardly listening anymore."... Lucy Nevermore..." She managed a meek here and when back to duddling in her binder. He was too much.
That morning was the only morning she had ever paid attention in math long enough to learn something. How couldn't she, he was hard not to look at. She even acted like an air head and asked for help when she didn't need it. When the bell rang it was hard for her to leave.
She slowly got up and truged out into the hall where people sung her nicknames like a unharmous choir, it was back to the everyday life that she new to well.
Second period was easier. She sat in the back of her theater arts class with Joey Lions, Katlyn Rowands and Fayth O'Donald. Joey kept commenting on the air-heads performance of "Hamlet" he didn't think that the words had "like" in between them like that.
"I'm quite sure he didn't say 'To be or, like not to be. Like that is sooo the question!'" Joey said as he pushed away a lock of golden hair. His hair was LONG, like her and the rest of her "cult" or "flock" as they had been called, he wore black, nothing but black, all the time. He even panted his nails black like Lucy, Kattie and Fayth. He was also very cynical (he got that from Lucy) and very picky (Kattie gave him that one).
"'Thus, like, the answer must be, like, to be!'" Lucy said with a more mocking tone then Joey's.She was way more cynical then he was and she had a deep love for Shakespear. She was so out raged at Tiffany Breat- Implant's and Marsha Lose-As-A-Garbage-Can's performance that she was "like", about to take off her big ass platforms and throw them at the bitches. SHE WAS PISSED!!
"Thank you ladies," Mrs.Hartt said in a tone that showed she was less then pleased. Then next was them. The smaller cult. They, all four of them, went to the stage area and started to act out the that very same scene from Hamelt, only they would do it better.
"Miss. Nevermore, Mr. Lions, Miss.Rowands and Miss.O'Donald, your next and instead of Hamelt I would like you to do Act two Scene two of A Midsummers-Night Dream. Enter Oberon, Titania and a Fairy with Puck in the wings. Chose who you'll play between yourselves." She announced.
The "cult" moved down the stairs of the auditorium and stopped in the middle of the stage. They knew this scene off by heart, they did this play last year for drama fest.
"I want to play the fairy!!" Joey called out with mirth. He was a fairy himself and would be perfect at it.
"Then Fayth will do Titania, Kittie will be Oberon and I can handle Puck." Lucy said. They did their little hand thing and broke it. Lucy stalked to the wings while Kittie, Fayth and Joey took thier places.
"'Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.'" Kittie said her first lines. Her voice rang out powerful, but also soft with the rugged male personia. It was wierd to see Kittie, a small girl with long pale brown hair and different color eyeshadow speak male parts.
"'What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence : I have forsworn his bed and company.'" Fayth said with that wickedness to her voice. She made Titania come to life well. Her long brown curls and the way she read her lines made the audiance take notice.
"'Tarry, rash wanton. Am not I thy lord?'" Kittie boomed back with anger, it made them accually look like a querrling couple.
"'Then I must be thy lady ; but I know when thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, and in the shape of Corin sat all day, playing on pipes of corn, and versing love to amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, come from the farthest steep of India, but that, forsooth, the bouncing Amozon. Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love, to Theseus must be wedded? and you to give their bed joy and prosperity.'" Her speach shook the room. She didn't stay in one place and spoke, she moved around Kittie looking angry and intreged at the same time.
"' How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, glance at my credit with Hippolyta, knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night from Perigenia,whom he ravished? And make him with fair AEglé break his faith, with Ariadne and Antiopa?'" Kittie pressed her face into Fayth while she spoke.
"'These are the forgeries of jealousy : and never, since the middle summer's spring, met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, by paved fountian, or by rushy brook, or in the beached margin of the sea, to dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, but with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Thereforth the winds, piping us in vain, as in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea, contagious fogs; which falling in the land, have every pekting river made so proud'" She stepped back from Kittie's face and her fairy, Joey stood protectively infront of her,"' That they have overborne their continents: the ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, the ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: the fold stands empty in the drowned field, and crows are fatted with the murrain flock : the nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud; and the quaint mazes in the wanton green'" She rest her hand on Joey's head, "' For lack of of thread are undistinguishable : the human mortals want their winter here : no night is now with hymn or carol blest;-- therefore the moon, the governess of floods, pale in her anger, washes all the air, that rheumatic diseases do abound : and thorough this distemperature we see the seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; and on old Hiems' thin and icy crown, an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, the childing autumn, angry winter, change their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, by their increase, now knows not which is which. And this is the same progeny of evils comes from our debate, from our dissension: we are their parents and original.'" She stepped back from Joey and smiled a mocking smile at Kittie.
"'Do you amend it then; it liesin you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy, to be my henchman.'"
"'Set your heart at rest, The fairy land buys not the child of me, his mother was a votaress of my order : and, in the spiced Indian air, by night, full often hath she gossip'd by my side, and sat with me on Neptunes yellow sands, marking the embarked traders on the floods; when we haved laugh'd to see the sails conceive, and grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind; which she, with pretty and with swimming galt following, (her womb then rich with young squire) Would imitate, and sail upon the land, to fetch me tritles, and rich with merchandies. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; and for her sake I do not rear up her boy, and for her sake I will not part with the boy.'" Very long winded, Fayth though, now I remember why I wanted a different part.
"'How long within this wood intend you stay?'"
"' Perchance, till after Thesues' wedding-day. If you will patiently dance in our round, and see our moonlight revels, go with us; if not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.'"
"'Give me that boy, and I will go with thee'"
"'Not for thy fairy kingdom.-- Fairies away! We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.'" Fayth and Joey left the stage area and when into the wings.
"' Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove. Till I torment thee for this injury.-My gentle Puck; come hither : '" As Kittie said that Lucy scampered to her call. She crouched at Kittie's feet and looked up with trance fixed eyes. "' Thou remember'st since once I sat upon a promontory, and heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, that the rude sea grew civil at her song, and certian stars shot madly their spheres, to hear the sea-maid's music.'"
"' I remember.'" Lucy said in a miscevious tone.
"'That very time I saw (but thou couldst not), Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took at a fair vestal thorned by the west, and loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, as it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts, but I might see young Cupids fiery shaft quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, and the iraperial votaress passed on, in the maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : it fell upon a little western flower, before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, and maidens call it Love-in-idleness.'" Lucy rose to face Kittie with a miscevious grin. "' Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once: the juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid, will make or man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again, ere the leviathan can swim a league.'" Kittie cupped Lucy's chin and smiled.
"'I'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes.'"
"'Having once this juice, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,'" Lucy rolled her eyes at Kittie,"' And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : The next thing then she waking looks upon ( Be it on lion, bear or wolf, or bull on meddling m,onkey, or on a busy ape), she shall persue it with the soul of love. And ere I take this charm off from her sight ( As I can take it with another it wirh another herb) I'mm make her render up her page to me.-- But who comes here? I am invisible, And I will overhear their conference.'"
" That's enough for now, you all did wonderfull." Her tone showed that she was pleased. The cult gathered themselves up and walked back to their seats.
After what seemed to be like one million more persentations the bell rang and Terra came running into the class with a expression on her face that meant something was up.
"Whatz the news Ter?" Kitte asked with her faux Germen accent.
"Well, in Math we had this hot sub and guess what!! He's replacing Mrs.Lush!!!!!" She was so excited Lucy thought that she would piss herself.
"Mr.O'Neil??" Lucy asked in a semi- excited tone.
"Yes Luce!!! His first name is Kirk and his middle name is James and he's only 23!! We got us a fresh one!!!" Terra exlcamed. She was happy that he didn't get to hear all the stuff on them yet, or even veiw the "cults" file yet.
The cults file was three hundred pages long. Most of it was stuff that Lucy and Joey did. They where little shit disturbers. But thank the Gods and Goddesses above that he hasn't revived it yet.
"So, Terz whats that to you?? Aren't you 'in love' with someone???" Fayth asked with cynility coated words. She hated when Terra jumped from "love" to "love" like she did. It was a major piss off.
"So what? I can trade him in for a newer model like Mr.O'Neil right??" Terra asked, her voice full of myrth and bliss.
"NO!" Lucy's voice boomed. " I forbid you to say you love Mr.O'Neil or anyone else for that matter until you REALLY mean it! Terra you can't do this all your life. Someday there's gonna be a guy that really means it and your gonna be like 'I love you too' and then you'll see some other hot guy or girl and be like, 'bye-bye' and you'll scar him emotionally for life!" In so many ways Lucy was like Terra's mother, and Lucy did go threw that type of tourment her self, only she was the one doing it. She hates herself to this day when she had figured out what she had done.
"Lucy, why can't I have fun while I'm still young?" Terra's eyes where wide and and looked shooken.
"I don't want you getting that type of rep, Ter!" Her voice was hard and callious. Her lips went dry so she fished around in her beg for her lipgloss. She pulled out Sapphire Berry, glossed, dropped it back in her beg and then looked back at Terra who looked pissed.
"Why's that?? You don't want to share it??" Her voice was sour and she knew by the look on Lucy's face she hit that spot, that dangerous spot.
"Well Miss Sour-Grape, if you really want to know, that rep that I got is a bad one no matter what you think and you don't need it! Only reason why I'm with a man from F'ton is 'caz he don't know my rep. He ain't just with me for sex, and he isn't paranoid about me lieing to him." Her words where Sapphire Berry sented and the look on Terra's face made that little speach worth it. Her and the rest of the cult finally understood her.
Terra leaped forward to hug Lucy as the bell rang for third period to begin. The cult broke up and scrambled to their classes. Lucy and Terra both when to their science class and sat down before Mr. Terence came in. He was always ten minutes late. When Mr.Terence was more then fifteen minutes later everyone got up and left.
Lucy and Terra went to Lucy's locker and grabbed their scripts. They where both in the play Antony and Cleopatra. Lucy got the lead part of Cleopatra and Terra got the part of Iras one of the servants to Cleopatra. She wanted the part of Iras, it would be easier then the part of Helena that she had last year when they did A Midsummers-Night Dream.
"Luce, wanna pratice our lines in the libary??" Terra asked. She was in a better mood now.
"Sure Terrz, lets go." Lucy shut her locker door and headed for the libary with Terra.
Terra was somewhat taller then Lucy and was bustier to. She had short red hair and was very perky. She often wore thight fitting cloths and "come- fuck-me" boots.
When they arrived at the libary they saw the two air heads from Lucy's T.A class, Tiffany and Marsha. They where there with their Miaka Yarashi and they where looking at an old book. Terra shugged and Lucy tried to get past them without them seeing her. No suck luck, Marsha spotted her.
"Hey Robin Goodfellow, wanna come spread some ointement on my eyes so I can fall in love with someone!" The trio giggled madly.
"Well, like, you know, like,I would but you see, like, I have to go look at a cosmo, like, so I can find, like, my prom dress!" Lucy said in a air-head type voice. The trio looked insaulted and Terra smiled as they walked on to do their rehearsing.
Terra's eyes glittered as she spotted the old looking book on the table. She pounced the book and made a small mewing sound and purred, rubbing her face on the leather cover, her eyes becoming intranced by the gems on the front. She looked at the title and it was in ancient Chinese. "LUCE!!!!" Terra cried out. Lucy ran back to the girl and looked at her with a questioning motherly look.
"Whats wrong Terra?" Her voice was stern and strong. More like a concerned mother then a startled friend.
"It's in acient Chinese!! Luce the books in acient Chinese!!!" She was more then excited, she was extatic.
"Can you read it??" Lucy asked, puzlement taking her face over.
"...No..."
Lucy face vaulted. When she stood back up she looked at Terra with glowing blue eyes. Lucy's head seemed to grow very large and Terra's body seemed to shrink quite small. "THEN WHATS SO INTERESTING ABOUT IT, TERRA??" She screamed.
"Mr.O'Neil can read acient Chinese....." Terra said in a voice no louder then a stage fearing acter.
"Well, this would be his free period, wanna go see what it is??" She seemed to be back to normal. Terra looked relieved.
"Sure!" She looped her right arm through Lucy's left and they skipped off threw the libary, to the hall. After that they let their arms fall to their sides and they took off into a sprint up the stairs to Mr.O'Neil's room.
"Can I help you ladies?" Mr.O'Neil's dreamy voice asked. The girls seemed to swoon to it.
"Umm.... I-I was wondering... If maaaybe you could, ummm...translate this title for me??" Terra asked with all her girlish charm*not*.
Lucy just stood there, austruck. There was a god standing right infront of her and she couldn't touch him. She longed for him to be part of her crowd, so that she could touch and provoke him to her hearts content.
"Yes I can." He said and smiled dreamly. Terra and Lucy almost melted, Terra quickly recovered and passed him the book. He looked at it for a moment and said, "Shi Jin Tenchi Sho 'Four Gods of Heaven and Earth', hmmm, interesting." He opened the book and a red light excaped, they closed there eyes and let the light engulf them.
When they opened their eyes they were in a different place totallly. Lucy looked to see if Terra and Mr.O'Neil where there and they were. She was so relieved they were there with her. She would be freaked if they weren't. Lucy stood up and whiped the dust off of the backs of her pants and turned to Terra, but she had disapeared, then she turned to Mr.O'Neil, but he was gone too. "Wha?" She breathed. She looked infront of her to see if there was anyone or anything there, she saw a old looking city. "Start walking chicka." She commanded herself and she did. She set off to the city humming Tori's version of "Enjoy the Silence".
[ Que Fushigi Yuugi End Theme.. End of chapter 1]