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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Title: Draw Sand Witch
Characters: Juudai, Sand Witch
Word Count: 419||Status: One-shot
Genre: Humor||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: 31halloween: prompt #12, witch
Summary: [one-shot, 31halloween, prompt #12, witch; Sand Witch & Juudai] A witch's eyes can see almost anything. Even if she doesn't understand what she sees.
Ham on rye. Ham on wheat. Chicken on white. Chicken on rye. Sand Witch wrapped each one up and set it out in the correct space. Her first customer of the day would be there soon and she wanted everything ready once he arrived. She closed her eyes to get a better look at him. She liked to do that if she could. It helped to decide what to make first.
Human. Only not human at the same time. Power coursed through him much like blood coursed through the veins of other beings. A ready smile, a cheerful gleam to his eyes, though even with her Sight, she couldn't tell if they were eyes of gold, eyes of two colors, or eyes of brown. The Sight tried to tell her that they were all three.
I didn't know that was possible. Even with her power, though, she couldn't know everything. What she knew best were sandwiches. It was the family tradition. Her mother'd been a Sand Witch. All of her sisters were Sand Witches. Her grandmother and great-grandmother and great-great-greatgrandmother, as far back as memory extended, were one and all Sand Witches.
She set out a tuna on white just as a shadow fell over her display. With a toss of her hair, she smiled warmly at the familiar stranger. "What can I get for you today, sir?"
Warm brown eyes smiled back at her. "Don't tell me what you've got. I'm going to pick it for myself. It's like Tome-san's draw bread!"
Sand Witch didn't have the faintest idea of who Tome-san was, but she waited to see what he'd pick. He didn't look at the neatly marked labels, but closed his eyes and grabbed for one of them.
"Salmon on toasted white!" He declared, before opening his eyes. She blinked; how in the world had he done that?
"You're good, sir." She watched as he unwrapped his salmon sandwich. "Is there anything else I can get you this morning?"
"No, that's all right." He smiled at her, utterly cheerful. "Have a good morning!" He tossed down a few coins and headed away. She noticed he had a cat with him; there weren't many people who traveled with pets. Then something else caught her eye. Little more than a glimpse, but clear nevertheless.
A tall, winged spirit, with mismatched eyes and a warm smile as she gazed down upon him. And Sand Witch remembered the legends of the past and her heart thudded in her chest.
Haou.
The End
Note: I originally posted this back in October 2012, but now am reposting these ficlets separately instead of as a collection, in order to have each listed under their proper character and rating.