Black Magic
Prologue
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- "No… Let me go!" yelled Tsubasa, trying to loosen the tight band that gripped his neck…
Suddenly, a hand worked its way up to Tsubasa's wrist and pulled his arm downwards.
"No…!"
A sore scream escaped his throat. Another hand grabbed Tsubasa's other wrist as he struggled. The black air was tight… his screams were rasped forcing Tsubasa to tears. He tried to scream once more but the band that held his throat tightened.
The hands that were clutching him were now pulling him down. Down to Hell… Where pain and suffering was abundant…
One last muffled rasp—Tsubasa moaned "God… Help me…"… Then he disappeared… -
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Tsubasa emerged from his weary sleep with sweat pouring. "It's just a…dream!" Utterly relieved, he sat up and stretched.
He grabbed his school uniform from his closet and shoes from under the bed. In the bathroom, he slipped out from his pajamas and turned to the shower. As the water poured over his figure, his whole body began to stiffen against the cold water. Closing his dreary eyes, he groaned "I wonder what time it is…"
But looking from the very small window of his bathroom, the sun was still dimmed by the black sky. He slapped his head glumly. Even if he had woken up from that god-forsaken dream, he was too early for school.
After finishing his bath, and putting on his uniform, he grabbed his sport's bag packed with his books.
Running down the flight of stairs, Tsubasa expected his mother to sermon him for the loudness his feet caused, but no shout was heard. He curiously peeked in the kitchen but there was no sight of his mother…
"Mom? Mom, are you home?" he slid into his pair of fluffy slippers lying on the floor and peeked in every room all over the house. Tsubasa grinned mischievously. "Mom's not home."
He went upstairs and came back with a soccer ball dribbling on his thigh. He inclined his head to sheepishly grin, remembering that it was the -enth time he played with his ball within the confines of the house.
But as he dribbled, his soccer ball was feeling softer every second. He grunted and caught his soccer ball on his hands… Apparently, his soccer ball is in need of air. " Aww no!"
Soon, his soccer ball looked like some merely deflated ball. He puts it down on the couch thinking to inflate it by the time he gets home. Feeling the hunger in him, he scurried to the refrigerator for food and gaped at what his mom left for him. He grimaced settled the cold food on the table. "No way mom would do this!" The Nankatsu captain complained.
The sun was about to rise and Tsubasa smiled, thinking that he should arrive at school before his childhood 'friend', Sanae.
Grabbing his sport's bag again, he ran to the front door. Sliding his feet off of his slippers, he puts both in his school shoes. After giving each foot a light rap on the ground, he sets off for school.
" I hope nothing else goes wrong today!" He chirped cheerfully.
Outside, Tsubasa expected the radiant sun to shine bright in all its glory. But much to his surprise, the sun seemed so dim to even look at. He felt wary at the sight of blackish clouds approaching to cover the sun completely. "What kind of day is this?" Tsubasa whispered incredulously before continuing his jog to school.
Jogging for a couple of blocks, the Nankatsu Captain felt energetic once more. But in a rather shocking display, Tsubasa tripped off a regular hump on the road. His chest fell on the asphalt and his sport's bag on the trash bin next to him.
Scrambling quickly before anyone sees, he felt mortified "Darn. I used to run on this area perfectly. "Why do I trip now? Of all days…"
While he got his sports bag and giving it a light pat, he recognized something shining in the bin… he peered closely and picked the shining piece up… A key… A golden key! In a second, his mind was pulled into a mesmerized state as he stared hypnotically at it.
Fully tempted, he innocently murmured to himself "This must've belonged to someone." And without anyone looking, he slowly puts the key in his pocket.
Patting his uniform a couple of times, he cautiously walked to school as a mild case of paranoia reeled in him. And before the paranoia snagged his attention, another thought was pushed in his head. Hah, I'm earlier than Sanae!
He skipped cheerfully towards the school gates—when he skids to a halt, shocked. "What the…?"
Almost every student was present. Some are running rumors and some are shocked of God-knows-what-happened. Tsubasa settled on the stairs towards the interior of the school waiting for Sanae to arrive. Thinking too soon, he felt a small hand on his shoulder. And without looking, he could guess it was the woman of his dreams. Tsubasa looked up, smiling a bit, whether to be shocked or not by her much earlier presence. "Hey, Sanae."
Sanae smiles and remarks thoughtfully. "You're early, Tsubasa."
The soccer player stood and spoke with a voice marked with hysteria from his early morning events. "Sanae, what's happening now?"
She looked away and sobbed gently. "Our principal—he—had a stroke."
"What? A stroke!" Then again, this must be a day full of bad luck. Tsubasa sighed inwardly.
Sanae nodded, wiping a tear escaping her eye. Behind the two, another friend of Tsubasa emerged from the building—it was none other than Ishizaki. His eyes were wide with worry and the way he ran hinted anything but good news.
"Tsubasa! Sanae!" he shouted frantically and approached the two. "There's a new teacher—A nasty looking one at that!"
The two gaped at their ape-looking friend. Tsubasa gave a tired groan. "No way…"
"Way!" replied the monkey faced soccer player in a high pitched voice "Not to mention how she looks like!"
The crease on Sanae's forehead deepened as Ishizaki replies in a much more frantic way. "She had weird red hair and pink eyes!"
"Ishizaki! Don't tease women! She might be beautiful!" Sanae shouted in a threatening voice. She turned to look away and grunted in disbelief.
"Or…maybe a possessed evil demon!" Tsubasa snickers, unaware of his connotation, now displayed as a lame joke.
The two tried to stifle their laughs as Sanae twitched spastically. "Ugh! You two are so immature."
After their talk, they turned around and headed to their classroom. All over the school, there were continuous rumors about the new teacher. Tsubasa almost choked of how news spread so fast. Usually, it's either Ishizaki's big mouth or sightings of the teacher.
Upon reaching the classroom, everything seemed so depressingly serious. Sanae scrambled to her seat and immediately helped the two do their classroom duties. Tsubasa reluctantly mopped the floors until it was shiny and new while Ishizaki wiped the boards clean. Sanae helped them clean the windows. But as diligent as she can be, she even told them that she could arrange the chairs.
When Tsubasa's mop was dirty, he took it outside to clean. Using the faucet, he cleansed it. And as he was about to go back, he spotted a solitary trash bin and remembered what happened earlier. Instead of another beautiful object, he spotted something so disgusting, his insiders churned with the urge to barf…
Tsubasa stared frightfully at what seems to be—inner contents of—the body… Blood was splashed against the black wrap and the smell of it was utterly sordid. Tsubasa dashed insanely to the classroom never looking back.
After a good ten minutes, the three were finished. Tsubasa looked sickly than ever. His skin was pallid and his eyes were dry. With the urge to go wash his face in the comfort room, he quickly excused himself and ran.
"This day can't get any worse…" He muffled a moan and avoids looking at every trash bin he happened to pass.
Hesitantly, he was about to enter the men's comfort room. A block beside it was the faculty—where the teacher's office was situated. He heard voices. His interest in washing his face disappears as he peered on the glass window of the faculty door, overhearing his homeroom teacher talk to who seems to be the new teacher…
Tsubasa instantly cowered seeing her. She had crimson red hair—similar to blood. Her eyes were a murderous pink. How she moves, and how she smiles…It was all too daunting and devilish. Sickeningly devilish.
"Is she even human?" Tsubasa queries to himself as he pressed his ear against the mahogany door.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Yamamoto. I'm afraid for our principal…" spoke the mysterious woman in a voice that sounded unaffected. Her look was even dangerously calm.
Mr. Yamamoto sighed briefly and replied. "Don't worry Ms. Kylie; I have trust in our principal."
The mysterious woman—Ms. Kylie shook her head "I'm afraid it's his time. I've never seen a tortured expression like that before…"
Outside, the eavesdropping Tsubasa rolled his eyes. She is even so sure the principal will die!
Before he could regain a thought, the door knob turned. Tsubasa scurried to his feet as quick as possible and walked briskly to the comfort room. He didn't dare to glance face to face with Ms. Kylie. But he sensed…
She was looking at him…
Splash…!
" I can't believe my luck today…" Tsubasa sighed while dampening his face with cold water.
Looking at the water draining from the sink, he closed his eyes—feeling the color drain from his face as well. He was suddenly worried about his mother's disappearance…Then his new soccer ball deflated for no reason whatsoever…and then the tempting key that he found in the trash bin… his eyes widened and immediately stroked his pocket.
Tsubasa felt it. There was a bulge in his pocket, but he didn't take it out, and instead, turned back to his thoughts.
The energetic principal, succumbing to stroke… the… stuff he found in the trash bin…then the mysterious woman. He grounded his fists against the sink. "WHAT NOW!" Tsubasa shouted, while slamming his white fists once more.
Silence engulfed the washroom… No sound…
Tsubasa looked at the sink and turned the water on—no sound came out, but water was certainly pouring from the faucet. He arched an innocent eyebrow. The fear dispersed all anger in his mind. Why is this…happening?
Grraaauugh…
A low and menacing growl was heard…
Graaaeeegh…
He slowly faced the mirror…
His eyes met a dozen of bleeding ones.
Tsubasa's face now turned ashen and dead with fear.
A monster was inside the mirror.
"AAAAAAAHHHH!!" The Nankatsu Captain shrieked, stumbling backwards.
It replied with a more nasty, feral growl.
It had twelve eyes... brick red skin. Very skinny limbs and arms… And gruesome looking teeth. Nasty.
Tsubasa slowly backed—but as he did, the demon banged on the mirror…
Wanting to get out and taste my good for nothing flesh, no doubt! Tsubasa squirmed in thought, limbs frozen…
What the…Tsubasa!! you'll be monster grub if you don't move!! He thought to himself—but his knees fell on the ground as if he's offering himself to it… His eyes flashed fearfully, trying to scream for help…But his voice…His voice failed him.
The mirror gave up to the pounding… It shattered into a million pieces, and in the process, releasing the demon from its fiery seal.
"NO!!" Tsubasa screamed in anguish as the monster charged up to him.
In a matter of milliseconds that seem to last forever—a chime rang from the outside and the door flew open.
In one burning flash, the demon was in ashes before Tsubasa's limp body. He gaped to the door…
"H—How…" was all he managed to say…
Ms. Kylie was peering from the washroom, deadpan. "Excuse me, classes are about to start."
Tsubasa stuttered wildly, trying to get up. "B-But- I can explain! You see—there's a--…"
"Go to your room." The inexpressive teacher speaks in a more intense and superior voice.
Her eyes burned pink and her grimace was as terrifying as the monster he saw. Mumbling how much sanity Tsubasa lost was nothing to her. The Nankatsu Captain briskly walks out of the washroom—infuriated.
And then, the rest of the day was… dull.
Tsubasa had enough unnecessary and scary events for one day. He wished so hard to forget it, but he can't. He couldn't even dare to look at an innocent trashcan without finding another corpse that he can only see.
And much to everyone's shock, the principal was announced dead around the time Tsubasa was attacked by the demon. Coincidence? Tsubasa hardly thought of that.
He remembered how shocked Sanae was when she saw Tsubasa arrive at the classroom, moments after the monster assaulted him. His skin was cold as death, and his eyes were glassy black. Sanae even forced Tsubasa to go to the clinic for immediate check up.
And after much failed persuasion from Tsubasa, the doctor told Sanae that he probably hit his head hard somewhere, causing these 'delusions'. But his heart rate was almost twice as fast as he played soccer (if it was only possible)… yet the doctor still didn't believe. Obviously.
They walked out, she, utterly oblivious, and Tsubasa, nearly insane.
But after all that nonsense, Tsubasa was surprised that nothing out-of-place happened that afternoon. No demons, no corpses in trash bins, no encounter with the weird teacher—but…
He wasn't ready for the last one.
The sun was already setting when Tsubasa's class was dismissed. Almost by impulse, Tsubasa's hair on the back of his neck stood by her presence.
"Mr. Oozora, right?" hissed Ms. Kylie in an almost appalling way.
Tsubasa just turned around and replied without sounding too much distressed.. "Yes, ma'am?"
Ms. Kylie smirked all-to-terribly then spoke. "About what you did to the men's bathroom, please come with me."
Tsubasa was irked by the thought of him alone with her. "Ms. Kylie I need to get home." He pleaded tiredly.
"Mr. Oozora, you need to be scolded for what you've done." She replied harshly, and was quite amused when she saw the dumbfounded look Tsubasa replied.
The Nankatsu Captain inwardly groaned when he found himself following the femme demon. So he found himself dwelling in his thoughts. He pondered about her name—Kylie—sounding much like 'Kyrie'… Kyrie Eleison. Lord Have Mercy? Lord, have mercy and separate me from this weird teacher…Please—I'm begging here. He gulped inwardly, another chill sliding his back.
They went a couple of stairs and Tsubasa was thoughtless when they were going to a dead end. "Umm, ma'am… This is the last floor."
Kylie just shot a look at Tsubasa and pointed at another flight of stairs. "You've been learning at this school for—how long?"
Tsubasa gawked unsoundly and murmured a reply "A long time, I guess."
Kylie flashed a glare at the soccer captain, which took him aback. Following her from behind, he wondered. When did those stairs appear…?
But while walking the stairs—Tsubasa slowly felt weak. As if all his energy—mental and physical, are being taken from his body. His walk was slurred and much to his delight, Kylie never spares him a look.
Where is she even taking me…? And why couldn't I stop following her…!? He shuts his eyes tightly, feebly groaning.
When they reached the top, it was more desolate than the floor before this. There was only one door located and there were no windows…
Tsubasa's footing weakened so much that he was already holding onto the walls. Kylie finally turned and her grimace turned into a sneer "What? This is the third floor and you're tired? I thought you're the best soccer player Nankatsu had!"
"Umm—it's not that." Tsubasa tried to stand. Failing that bit, he murmured in an honest tone. "I feel so sick."
Kylie stared at the door almost twenty feet before them. Tsubasa gaped at what she was doing. What is that…? He was surprised that he could even stand by himself to take a better look.
Kylie extends her hands in front of her and chanted. "Black astral, lend me your strength, defeat the hypocrites of Light! Come forth, Fog of the Dusk!"
Tsubasa's eyes widened intensely and utterly confused. "What did you just do!?"
Kylie ignored the wailing Tsubasa and pounds her fists on the floors. An invisible force shook the floor as a blinding black light radiated as a sphere in front of her… All of a sudden, the black sphere moved and opened the door with a loud bang, snapping it from its hinges. The black sphere turned into thick, black smog that poured the floor completely…
The Nankatsu Captain covered his face the instant the black sphere burst into smog. But… Tsubasa felt dizzier… I feel—so…
He tried to organize his thoughts but at the moment he inhaled the smoke—everything was incoherent. His eyes blurred into black.
It seemed that the intoxicating scent of the black smog is trying to drown him…Completely.
Kylie looked at the poor Captain. Grinning slyly, she cupped Tsubasa's chin and spoke near his ear. "Go beyond that door, puppet of darkness…"
Tsubasa's glazed-black eyes responded with a deep glint and he stood and started walking towards the door. Kylie pushed the drugged Tsubasa inside the room…
This time, the room was darker. Every penetration of light was pushed off. Kylie realized it was time to reveal her true self. Touching her temples with her index fingers, she shouted "Release!"
A black whirlwind surrounded her. And when it vanished, her true form was revealed. She was a crimson haired demon with two curled horns protruding her forehead. She even had a pair of jet-black wings. Forming a triangle with her hands, she then muttered another incantation:
Will of Darkness, grant my deepest desires! I sacrifice the blood of another, to summon my King of Hell!
And she plucked a dagger from subspace and it instantly turned black. She ordered Tsubasa to kneel. Unable to refuse, he did as he was told…
Kylie sneered evilly. "I love Black Magic so much." Clearing her voice, she ordered the hypnotic Tsubasa once more. "Stretch your hand, puppet."
Tsubasa obeyed without hesitation, his eyes, still dim with hypnosis.
Then in one fatal slash, Tsubasa's blood smeared across the floor… a sudden look of agonizing pain sprawled on the soccer player's expression. In Tsubasa's blood, a stand protruded from it. And on the stand was… a treasure chest.
"Now, get the key lying in your pocket and insert it in the keyhole." Kylie ordered the spellbound soccer captain—and he did so.
As he was about to put it, a force was pushing from behind—a very strong force…It made him drop the key as his blood continued spewing out of his palm.
"AAAH! My… hand!!" Tsubasa choked as he knelt before the chest, his other hand clutching his injured one.
"What..!?" Kylie was alarmed…He snapped out from spell!
Tsubasa groaned at the moment he saw the blood. "M-my hand!" he tightened his grip on his uniform, but the blood didn't stop flowing.
Turning to face her, his expression dramatically changed. "You!" He snapped in utter anger. "You're one of those—those things that attacked me! You're a monster too!"
Kylie gritted her teeth as she seethed in anger, still shocked that he managed to break from her spell. Tsubasa looked around and much to his panic; the room was enclosed in darkness. The soccer captain yelled furiously. "Let me go, now!"
The succubus replied in a vile tone. " No! I have come this far to track you down!! I won't back out now! Everything is for Him! Lord Lucifer! For Black Magic!" Grabbing Tsubasa's hand, she ignored him withering in the pain. She beckoned the key back in her hand and it responded. She shoved the key in Tsubasa's hand.
"If you want to go, insert the key first!!" screeched Kylie and pushed Tsubasa before the chest.
Without thinking twice, he growled… "Fine." Tsubasa proceeded to forcefully jab the key in the chest and twist it downwards.
…And in a moment's flash, the chest bursts open and sucks in all the black smoke, returning the normal look of the room…
As Kylie gaped with pleasure, Tsubasa quickly ran out of the room and down the stairs, trying to stop the bleeding. But as he ran down, the upper floor shook violently and smoke was pouring in all corners…
Using every bit of strength he regained by his will, he bursts out of the school doors. But, with his injury, he slowly stumbles on the ground— shriveling in pain.
"Tsubasa? Oh my God, Tsubasa!" screamed a very familiar person in the distance. Tsubasa can only turn his head as he struggles for his voice to return.
She can't see me like this! I can't have her worrying about me! Why!? Why did she have to appear now of all times!?
"No… Sanae don't—come—closer…please!" Tsubasa suddenly felt Sanae grab his arms upward. She swiftly took off the tie around her neck and vehemently tried to stop Tsubasa's bleeding palm.
"Everything's going to be okay, Tsubasa…" she softly murmured as she lets him kneel in front of her. "What even happened!? Who did this to you?"
But as Tsubasa looked back at the school—it filled a deep and darkly powerful aura… And then… Flashes were seen from the inside. The sparks were dangerously radiating…
"I won't let you get hurt, Sanae!" Grabbing her arms, he embraced her protectively as the area surrounded in a flash of blinding light…
I don't want her to die…
" Tsubasa!"
Not now…
" S-Sanae!"
Not when so many things are unfulfilled…
After opening her eyes, Sanae felt her cheeks flush… Tsubasa was above her. His arms, still embraced her—filling her with fervent warmth. Smiling, Sanae chuckled quietly. "Tsubasa, you can let go of me now."
"…"
No reply… Sanae bit her lip and rasped " Tsubasa? Please get off…"
And again, the Captain was silent…
Sanae used all her strength to push Tsubasa upwards and it all resulted in a failed romantic posture… Kneeling before her was Tsubasa, his arms tight around Sanae who also kneeled before him.
But—Sanae wasn't happy… not happy at all. "Tsubasa!! Are you awake?!"
Looking at the soccer player—Sanae gulped for air. Tsubasa's eyes were closed shut, his hand now wrapped with Sanae's bow was looking so horribly mangled. Too add to Sanae's worries, Tsubasa's uniform was tattered at the back… his skin is roasted raw…
No… Sanae can't believe… She can't…couldn't… She screamed and cried…
"TSUBASA NO!!"
tbc.
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Updated for the lulz. Got the inspiration back and retrieved every lost information. And since I was somehow grammatically-challenged then, I decided to repost every single damn chapter to make it sound okay. I also decided to change a few stuff—like the Japanese hububabaloo and chanting and changed it to engrish because it sounded so retarded. There will also be upcoming changes in terminologies later on.
Disclaimer: I do nutz own Captain Tsubasa. All researches have been taken from sites and I'll list them down by the end of this spiritually deranged fanfic. By the end of this fanfic, I'll also list down the characters owned by me.
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