AN: Hello and thank you for the interest that you guys showed in She Kissed Me. Here is Ch. 1 of my next project. Please feel free to review and comment.
This is an idea that has been knocking around in my head and I'm finally putting down somewhere. Enjoy! :)
Of Demons and Gods
Having watched the ladybug and black cat coming into their own, Master Fu was growing concerned with the increasing aggressiveness of the akumas to date. The two heroes were succeeding by the skin of their teeth now-a-days. It was time for a new hero to lend a hand.
Moving toward his gramophone, Fu knelt to pull open the cupboard of the desk. Inside, he pulled out the false panel in the back wall and retrieved a bundle of dark cloth. Palming it, Fu pulled back the edges hesitantly.
The charm that was revealed represented a beast of shadows, the jewel eyes seeming to glare accusingly back at the old man.
Speaking softly, Fu apologized to the spirit trapped within.
"Our heroes need your help. The frequency and aggressiveness of the possessed is becoming dangerous."
A questioning pulse left the charm.
"None of the others are capable of the action that is required. They do not have the power." Fu saddened with the admission.
Gazing at the small item that had been a source of comfort for the last near century, he reminisced about his lost love.
She had given the item into Fu's care, both knowing that its power was far too great to have it fall to the wrong person.
With the memory of her smile warming him, Fu pocketed the charm and called Wayzz.
Stepping out into the sun just past the main entrance of the airport Kit slung the strap of her duffle across her chest. Reaching in the side pocket, she pulled out her phone and turned the sound on and airplane mode off, moving it to her back jeans pocket. Snagging a taxi at the curb, Kit climbed in and directed the driver to drop in downtown Paris.
At their destination Kit paid the man and hopped out.
Heading the Grand Paris Hotel, she stopped at the front desk.
"Hi, there should be a package for a Mickie Wilson."
The attendant, whose tag said her name was Anna went to the back room and came back with a brown wrapped box. "Please sign here."
Taking the pen, Kit scribbled an illegible signature and took the box under her arm. Turning, Kit sight of a thin blonde, sunglasses perched on her head, huffing her way through the lobby with her nose in the air. The red head following behind looked timid at first glance but Kit suspected she might have a secret steel spine.
Shaking her head and smiling at the secrets people thought they kept, Kit left the hotel.
Pulling out her own sunglasses she slipped the aviators over her eyes and stepped back into the daylight.
Moving down the street, Kit kept one hand on the package and the other clenched on the strap of her bag. Her tendency toward pilfering had gotten her in trouble before. Since she was a kid she had learned to keep her sticky fingers busy. Unfortunately, she had nothing for that problem right now, having solved the puzzle in her bag on the plane.
The box had been a gift from her mother. Knowing how her daughter was, the box's locking mechanism had been perfect for the long flight from San Francisco. Inside had been a hand carved jade fox necklace. The stone's rarer black coloration sat gleaming against the orange panel of fabric down the front of her otherwise black tank top.
Leaving the heart of Paris, Kit fingered the pendent as she walked toward the warehouse/studio her family owned. It had an apartment that made up the second level. In return for her parents letting her live there, Kit had promised to teach some of the aerial classes that the studio offered.
Just outside downtown Paris, it sat across form a tea shop and down the street from a cute bakery and nearby park.
Fu caught sight of a young woman entering the studio across from his shop and the charm in his pocket pulsed with a sense of interest.
The old man finished serving a customer and headed up the back stairs to his apartment on the second floor. Pulling out the charm with its glittering jewel eyes, Fu set it on the low table in his living room and knelt down.
"Are you certain?" He knew the spirit within worked differently from the miraculous charms he guarded and distributed. It chose its own partner for its own reasons.
The jewels seemed to flicker with confirmation and another pulse of power had Fu consumed with thoughts of puzzles. Smiling, the guardian nodded.
"All right. Tomorrow we start."
AN: Thanks for reading this first installment of Of Demons and Gods. Love you all you beautiful people. I was listening to the song Why Worry by Set It Off while writing this. PM or leave a comment to let me know if you listened to the song and how you liked it.