Mistakes&Sugar
I love him, I love him not
Misery lay down on her bed. She looked at her books. In one book it had various spells. Spells weren't real, but all these spells were interesting to try out with Salem. Salem and her had so much fun doing this. She had been four, so he'd read them to her.
She pulled it out and read some. She was flipping through it. She saw a flower in one page. She looked at the page. The page was:
Flowers: I love them, I love them not
Necessities: your favorite kind of flower.
Take your favorite kind of flower and go to your favorite place.
Pull one petal as you say 'I love him/her.
Pull another petal and say 'I love him/her not.
Continue with saying this in that pattern with each individual petal.
When you reach the end, the last one you said would be the one that's true.
Hint: it works better if you have a personal item of the person.
Hint: you can use it on a group of people, just change him/her to them.
Hint: try using their favorite flower to see if they feel the same about you.
"Yeah right," she said. She wasn't from a bloodline, so she couldn't do Jutsus. But doing these 'spells' was slightly entertaining.
"Let's see if my parents love me," she said. She was going to, but then she decided that it would be too painful. Not that she cared.
She took an ivy and went to the area outside Mizuki's cell.
"Hey Mizuki!" she called down.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Could you give me some of your hair?" she asked.
He stood up-she could hear him whimper a little-and then saw a bit of Mizuki hair. She picked it up.
"What's your favorite flower?" she asked.
"I'd have to say daphodils," he said.
"They're part of the narcissus family. In Greek legends, Narcissus fell in love with his reflection and died. Then he turned into a flower and they were cald narcissus flowers. Daphodils are part of them."
"Your point?"
"Nothing in particular."
She shrugged. Misery took the bit of her hair and wove it around the stem.
"Let's see; I love him, I love him not, I love him, I love him not…" a few moments later, "I love him," she took off the last petal.
"Right," Misery said, as if I could love.
Misery tried the same with a tulip with a strand of her hair around it. When she reached the last one it was a 'he loves me.'
I wonder what it's like to love. I can't remember the last time I loved.
Misery didn't care though. She was determined to win, and if she cared, she'd lose. She flipped through the book and saw a note. She didn't notice it, and knocked it on the ground.