Of Spells And Red Heads~
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Once upon a time… I guess that's how I need to start this tale. Once upon a time, I was a young boy growing up in Japan with my father and mother. My father was the head of the family. We are a yakuza family, the Family Kasanoda. I always thought my life was good. I mean, I didn't have friends, but I had my mother.
Once, my father took me to visit my aunt for a week while he went on a special trip with my mother to America to meet up with some American mob bosses. While there, my aunt spun stories to me about things I didn't want t hear, but I listened. It was as if she spun a spell around me that no one else would see.
She told me about how her brother, my father, was a bad man, a thief, a liar, and a puppeteer. She said I would grow up to hate my father, which is no secret that I did, he never cared for me, and he made me the way I was… But then she also said I would hate my mother, the sakura that married my father. I would always run from her at that, but then when the week was done, it was to late to run anymore. I was trapped in her spell.
My father never suspected that his sister spelled me to hate him; he always just assumed it was his teachings that made me the way I was. My mother, though, knew something was wrong. She moved out while I was still in elementary school and I haven't seen her since.
I grew up alone. When I entered high school, I decided to change, and tried to apprentice myself to my senior, Morinozuka. With the help of his club, and my new friend Fujioka Haruhi, I was able to open up to people, and even was able to get along well with the people in my Yakuza family. I also joined the gardening club.
Yet I could not help but remember the words my aunt would sing to me at night… "Hush, child, darkness will rise from the deep, and you down into sleep, child…. " I never thought I would break this spell, but I guess everything comes to an end.
Once upon a time, I met the person who could see my spell, and helped me break it, helped me find my mother, and made me whole.
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Hey there. This is my first Ouran story that's not a one-shot. I hope it goes well.
I'm going to try to stick to Kasanoda's character, but I'm also saying that the spell is part of the reason he is who is he in the anime and manga. Mori and the Host Club broke part of it, but it's still there, simmering under the surface growing.
The "Lullaby" will be excerpts from "Mordred's Lullaby" by Heather Dale.
Disclaimer: I don't own the song, or the anime. I just own this lovely idea, my laptop I'm typing on.
Please Read and Review.
Val-Chi!