Hey guys! This is a story that randomly came to me after reading a book about fortune telling (lol). Basically Kisshu finds a spell book and 'attempts' to make a love potion. Let's just say not all goes well for him ;)
- Lollie
Kisshu walked down the crowded street with his hands in his pockets and a hoodie over his head. He was in a strange place called a 'farmers market', or something like that. He did not like the looks of the market (after all, he was an alien!), but he was told they sold everything. He just needed that something. What, he asked himself, would ever make Ichigo like me?
"Pasta?" A strange old woman with a shawl covering her hair walked up to him. She put out a bowl of greasy Italian food in front of him. He could actually see flies swimming in the air around the… 'food'.
"Dude!" He put his hands in front of him to block her out of the way. "Personal space."
This is why humans should be wiped out, the alien thought to himself. He actually wondered why humans actually went to these places. Why was it so damn special? What did it have, that normal shops don't have?
He soon found out when he saw a stall with jars of jam and jelly. He picked up a purple coloured jar and showed the owner of the stall.
"What is this?" He asked the owner, who had brown, uneven (and even a few missing) teeth that looked like he had been hit in the jaw too many times. He also had a mottled red neck. He believed that a person like that was considered a 'red neck'. Kisshu noticed that the man also had a scar running down from the side of his nose down to the bottom of his jaw.
The 'red neck' thing bit on a tooth-pick that was hanging out of his mouth. Kisshu looked at the man like he was, well… an alien. "Aye, that be Pattinsons Curse."
"What is Pattinsons Curse?"
"It be a type of honey, me lad." The owner took a sip of his bottle of rum, as he scratched his chin.
"Why do you talk like a pirate?" Kisshu asked. He thought pirates only existed in fairy tales, and perhaps the 17th century… but not 2006. Although, he had heard of pirates raiding Tokyo cruise ships a few times, but this man talked like an actual pirate!
"Arr, that be a secret for my ears only!" The pirate cackled like a witch. Kisshu backed away slowly, but stopped when he saw a book on the side of the table called 'The Little Book Of Spells'. It was very old; it looked like a bible from the 1500's! But it was worth a shot. Maybe it had a genuine spell to make Ichigo like him?
"Aye, that is a book of sacred spells, it is." The pirate man told Kisshu, nodding toward the dusty book. Kisshu opened the front cover and found '$12' written on the first page.
Kisshu pulled out his wallet, but the red neck pirate man stopped him.
"Aye, that be free for you, lad."
"Why are you giving this away?"
"Ar, it be a burden to me; causes many troubles. But I can see that you will need this, whether or not you intend to cause a distruction."
Kisshu looked at the man weirdly, not knowing what he meant to say.
"Uhhh, thanks." Kisshu smiled. Well, he tried to smile. It was awkward thanking a strange man for giving him a strange book.
"It be nothing, lad. I hope you find that your lass be happy with you."
Kisshu walked away from the market, wondering whether he knew about his plan with Ichigo.
What a nice man… Kisshu thought. Strange, but nice
"Okay," He sighed, walking down an empty road and looking at his new book. "This is it. If this spell works to make the perfect potion, Ichigo will be mine forever."
Kisshu read the books recipe. This is what it said:
Honey, Honey
Ingredients:
A lock of her hair
A clip of her nails
A jar of honey
A deseased bee
A drop of lavender oil
A crushed rose petal
A velvet cloth
Chant:
Honeysuckle, honey bee,
Cast your spell to work for me.
Our love will be of one so fine,
Stay pure until our hearts entwine.
Method:
Write down the chant on one small square of paper.
Sprinkle a little of the lavender oil over the words.
Saturate the paper in honey.
Place the hair, clippings, the bee, and the crushed petals on the paper.
Roll the paper and wrap it neatly in the velvet cloth and keep it under your pillow.
"Okay," Kisshu breathed out carefully. "First thing's first. I need a lock of Ichigo's hair."