A/N: Wheee... since people have been asking so very nicely to update, I'll be kind enough to post another chapter.
This one's shorter. Sorry.
Chapter 2
Unread
"May the twenty-first… 1984."
Kagura sipped her tea as she read over the contents of the letter she found just hours before at the post office. It was now close to midnight.
After opening the letter, she noticed two things. One, it was written with a brush, and two, the seal at the bottom was in blood, which had browned from age.
Ew.
Setting down her empty mug, she read over the date once more.
'That's about twenty years ago,' she thought, '…around the same time I was born.'
Same year… same month.
"This letter… it must go back a long way," she said to herself aloud. Twenty years…
Even then… even then I wasn't free…
"Hey, witch!"
A little girl with black hair looked over her shoulder from where she sat on the grassy hill. A sharp pebble grazed her cheek, and a small trail of blood rain down her pale skin.
The boys sprinted to the bottom of the hill, each one laughing and chanting, "We killed the demon!" or, "The witch is dead!"
She touched the small cut on her face, and winced as she felt the sharp, stinging pain of the wound. She brought her tiny fingers up to her face. It wasn't a big deal. Just a cut.
Just one cut… just one…
A tiny breeze came by and she smiled. At least the wind was comforting.
And then… the wind picked up.
"What is it?" she asked the wind.
"Hahaha! The demon is talking to the wind!" the approaching voices laughed.
The boys walked up the hill to where she sat.
"Kagura! Why are you talking to the wind?" one boy laughed.
"Because she has no friends! She has red eyes! She is a wind witch!" another sneered, "See? Whenever she's around, the wind blows really hard!"
"Wind witch! Wind witch!" they all chanted, and pushed her over.
Kagura fell on her shoulder, her hair covering her face
"Stop!" she cried, her eyes shut tight.
The wind picked up… violently.
And then, a boy cried out, his hands flying to his face, his small shoulders trembling. The others gasped and fled, taking the boy with them.
…And all the while…
That boy's face bled…
Kagura's eye's shot open.
A dream… when did I fall asleep?
Kagura slumped on the table, her forehead touching the wooden surface, and closed her eyes.
Fucking kid… he deserved it…
'Kazetsukai Kagura,' she thought, 'That is what they called me.'
"Should have killed more than just his eye," she laughed humorlessly, as she played with the corner of the paper.
Paper…ink…blood…
Kagura lifted her head and stared at the letter sitting in front of her with wide eyes.
It's still here…
Sitting up, she slipped it back into the yellow envelope and set it back down on the table. It wasn't any of her business… why should she care?
Fuck…I don't care.
But then again, a voice in the back of her head was just nagging her read it. Read it! Read it! Read it…!
"NO!" she shouted, her fists slamming down on the table.
Talking to yourself now are you?
"Ugh. I'm such a freak."
'Freak! Witch! We don't want you here, Kazetsukai!'
No. We mustn't think about that.
Kagura stood up, and headed to the bathroom. She turned on the cold water from the sink the splashed her heated face. She stared at the mirror and felt her forehead.
Fever? No.
Light shone through the window. It was morning. No classes, no work.
Free…
But she wasn't really. Not from people, their faces.
She stepped out of the bathroom and dried her face with the sleeve of her sweater. The clock read half past nine. The sun was peeking through the grey curtain of clouds.
Nice day. I think I'll go out.
Looking back at the table, the envelope was looking rather tempting.
"Oh, what the hell!"
She slipped the letter out and seated herself back on the chair.
And she read.
Dear young master,
Heaven has bestowed me a gift last week, but I'm afraid our joy is short lived. They are coming. Therefore I shall leave it with you. I trust you will keep it away from harm at all costs. Go to the tower. Keep it safe and don't tell anyone.
Kagura sat there holding the letter.
Damn… must have sucked, whoever sent this letter.
It never got to the hands of its would-be receiver. Was something lost?
She turned over the envelope and read the address.
3-2-3 Ginza, Chuo-ku
Tokyo 172-490
"What the hell," she grumbled.
She slid the letter back into the envelope and grabbed her purse.
If he's still in the house, I'll just deliver it myself.
The door shut behind her.
I'm sorry, Haku-san. Sorry for being a snoop.
End chapter. So who's this young master anyway?