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TahnorraFan (You can call me Karano, or Kara, Kira Nekkojima) presents to you a yaoi and lemon fanfic, Nekozawa, meet Belzeneff, Haruhi and Hikaru. Let us begin!
Umehito Nekozawa POV
I woke up with a jumpstart. My skin was sensitive and delicate, and I felt the sunshine on my skin. It was warm, yet it felt like I could die of the heat. Today was my 16th birthday. I combed my soft blond hair with my hair, and I stretched my arms and saw a green present by my bedside. I got up and put a green silk sweatshirt on, with blue striped pajama pants. I looked for the tag of the box, but there was none. Attached was a plain silver envelope. I opened it with the delicate care that attached was an important message. A flash of dark purple-black light appeared right before my eyes.
I felt cold, with a strange ambition to hide in the darkness, to get away from the light. I closed the curtains immedietly though I really didn't know what to do. I smelled a scent of smoke through the air. Within the darkness, I felt safe, strangely. The letter was on my bed, and I, was in the very corner. I walked over, and picked up the parchment, which read,
Umehito Nekozawa
I could not risk coming in person, so I wrote you a letter. You are destined to learn black magic, love darkness, and hate sunlight. You have been, in other words, cursed, to love 'evil' according to others. In the parcel, I give you Belzeneff, a family tradition that I used to love. I pass it on to the dark prince, you. By the time you read this, I will be dead, for there cannot be two cursed by the dark.
[Darkness forever, the last cursed]
That explains why I closed the curtains. I wonder why I still have an irritable feeling. My blond hair swept in front of my blue eyes, and I knew that I could never keep my silky blond hair, though beautiful. I got a black-green wig, and put it on. It was acceptable, though not as silken as my blond hair. It made me feel comfortable, and I sunk in to my bed covers, which were, luckily, black. I had never noticed how dark my room was. I looked right of myself, and I remembered the present. I took the parcel, and there was a black and tan striped box, with a dark green bow. I opened the box, which felt almost like cardboard.
A tan-yellow puppet, and a black-purple cloak was there. I took out the cloak and it fit perfectly. I felt much more 'in my own habitat' in these clothes. I swept the hood over my eyes, my wig still intact. I picked up the tan puppet. It looked like a cat, with beady white eyes. It was, sincerely, beautiful. Many people wouldn't call it such, but it was gorgeous. It also looked wise and gentle. I slipped the puppet on my had and felt a surge of energy. Not good, pure energy, but dark energy.
I heard a medium-toned voice.
[Nekozawa! Come listen to me.]
I turned around, for the sound was coming behind me.
[Nekozawa! Can't you see me?]
The voice was coming from the other, now.
[Nekozawa. The time has come.]
The voice was deep and controlling now, and I think it was coming from the puppet.
"What time has it come for?" I said.
[The time for you to learn black magic.]
Yay, my first chapter! I love this. :D