Of Spells And Red Head~
Chapter 3
"Master Kasanoda!" I heard a voice yelling my name close by. My eyes flew open and I saw sitting next to me my closest confidant and friend, Tetsuya. He watched me with a worried expression on his face.
I sat up slowly, giving him leave to tell me why he was in my room at such an hour, my alarm flashing three in the morning in the ungodly red numbers, "Master Kasanoda. You were yelling in your sleep. Something about fire raining from the heavens and a girl with black and blue eyes…. "
Oh yea… Aiko was in my dreams…. She was holding her hand out to me, trying to grab me, as I seemed to be falling. Her eyes… her strange eyes…. They seemed to glow brighter as she grabbed my hand; her skin felt like ice, and behind her, fire fell, glinting off her dark hair, the strand of red seemed alive.
"I'm fine Tetsuya…. Go back to your rooms…." I muttered, lying back on the bed, thinking back to today. Aiko is a "mystic", the books I read that evening said mystics were fairies with powers to free people from spells. But… how did she know of my spell? I never told anyone, not even Tetsuya… or Haruhi… yet this girl…
But how else would she know the song? She sang the words perfectly… beautifully. I never noticed how her voice had a soft, bell like quality to it… GAH! I can't be thinking about her like that. It's like she's putting a spell on me as well!
As soon as Tetsuya left the room, I closed my door and turned on my lamp, opening the book about mystics, reading once again.
Mystics can change their appearance if they so desire
The color of their right eye shows what court of the fae they belong to
The color of their left eye shows what magic they practice
So… right eye was black… so… the book said she belonged to the dark courts of the fae while her left eye, that bright aqua… meant she practiced good magic? It made no sense… it made no more sense then when my grandfather explained it to me when I went to visit him after school.
He told me that, according to legends, Mystics were sneaky little faes, and if they were to help free you of a spell, you owed them. He didn't say what, nor did he ask why I was so curious with "fairy tales," as he put it.
I looked back to the book, training my eyes to the little drawling that was said to be a Mystic. Hair long and silky black, two colored eyes… Their skin pale, with markings on the arms and legs, to show what they were. Wings that looked like a demons that appeared to have been shredded due to Mystics being out casted by the other faes.
But that didn't answer all my questions. Why did Aoi-chan choose me? How did she know about my spell, the song my aunt sang to me? I knew I had to ask her about it, and soon.
Looking at the clock, I saw it was nearing five in the morning, so I decided to just stay awake, and get ready for school. I stood slowly from where I sat and looked outside the window at the slowly rising sun, for the first time, not hearing my aunt's voice first thing in the morning.
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Ok, here is the end of Chapter 3.
As usual, I do not own Ouran or the song I listen to when I write this.
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