Yo everyone! Here's the next chapter for Fear the Witches.

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Meigou Yougan wasn't a really big fan of people and social contact, so why was he sitting in the house of the butcher and his apprentice? The answer was simple, food and hunger. The 16 year old boy had not eaten in two days and had almost fainted from hunger in the middle of the street that was filled with people on their way to a so called witch's house. The butcher's boy had passed him at that exact moment and had taken on the responsibility of preventing him from collapsing and taking care of him. Now the boy and the butcher himself were sitting across the table looking at how Yougan was devouring some bread, cheese and a chunk of red meat. They didn't ask any questions, which felt as a relief to him as he didn't want to relive the events of the past years that had felt like a living hell.

After finishing his plate of food, when he pushed his chair back to leave, he was offered a bag of food which he gladly accepted and he thanked the butcher for his hospitality. The man laughed amically with his hands behind his head. It was definitely a carefree man.

"You should thank Yukimura," he said, "he is the one who found you and offered the help. I just prepared the food."

"Stop it, Fubuki," said the dark purple haired boy to his caretaker before he turned to Yougan, "Yeah, well, I hope to see you around."

Yougan could only nod. He was stunned by the trust he was given by these two people. They let him in their house without worrying that he would might steal something and they didn't ask any questions about his identity or origins. While stepping out on the street again, he confirmed that he felt a certain liking towards the butcher and his apprentice and he decided to return there someday, which may have been sooner than he originally thought.

Seeing a familiar face in the crowd, he ducked and fleed into a darkened alley. Daring to raise his head, he saw how the blue haired girl that he 'met' in an abandoned alleyway yesterday quickly paced and followed the path she had created for herself. Yougan couldn't help but lift an eyebrow at the sight of her entering the shop he had just left. Now, this wasn't suspicious at all, but the way the girl tried to avoid Yukimura was quite a sight to see through the opening between the stuts that supported the roof.

On his way through town, he came across many different people. He saw two blue haired boys sitting at the side of the road trying to pick some pockets. He saw a boy with a remarkable ponytail help a girl with long red hair that seemed to have too much to drink, while from a small distance, he saw to girls giggling at the clumsy actions of the boy while the redhead tried to stomp his foot with all her drunken accuracy. He saw the smith work the hardest he could. He saw two young women stand together in the comfortable shadows of a tree in the plaza. So many different people, however, they were all talking about the same thing: how was it possible that both witches had escaped yesterday's witch hunt?

"Dammit, Ryouma! How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine and that I don't need you to stand straight up!" Midori shouted at Nishiki Ryouma. The boy had come in this morning, due to hearing some rumors about a teenage girl throwing a fit in the local bar, and had found Seto Midori throwing knives at the wall with deadly precision and an angry glare. She had mumbled something about safety, stupidity, time and how someone was going to find out about somebody being gone again. Nishiki had decided that it would be best to carefully take the knives from Midori's clamped fingers and take her to the plaza where she could put her head under the fountain to sober up.

"Ohyeah?," he said as he let go of her waist. Midori, much to her anger, was unable to find balance and dropped to the ground. Luckily for her, Nishiki could grab her waist again before she would have suffered a serious concussion by hitting her foggy head on the uneven pavement.

"You see my point? I rest my case."

"Hmpf," Midori huffed, "next time you pull a stunt like that, I will castrate you with a spoon!" And with that statement, Nishiki decided that holding on to Midori's waist was the smartest thing to do right now.

From a distance, the two girls, both dressed in long gowns depicting them as upper class, were watching the scene with great amusement. They knew that, even though she would never admit it, Midori appreciated Nishiki's presence. They weren't friends for nothing. Yamana Akane, Sorano Aoi and Seto Midori had been friends since young age but had grown apart a little when they were obliged to stay at home with their mothers to do chores while Midori had to work in the bar. It was on rare Sundays like these that they got to spend the day together but Aoi and Akane decided to pass on it, taking the situation into consideration, and also because they had information that neither the son of the Chef of Order, or the potty mouthed barman's daughter had.

In the morning sun, on the main road towards the village stood a girl dressed in a dark purple gown, that seemed to have sustained a lot of bad circumstances. Even though her right shoulder slumped under the weight of her bag, she didn't seem to be bothered by it and she sashayed her long blonde hair slowly. Maou Akuma was not someone who let small things such as a heavy bag be an obstacle for her.

Unbeknownst to the people walking down the road beside her, she was concentrating on her feet.

"There is some here...," Akuma mumbled to herself, grinning and continued to walk on and enter the village. She knew for sure that something or someone here held a connection to her past.

A few metres behind the place the young blonde had set foot, slowly walked a red haired boy with his head low, like he was trying to avoid being seen. His crouched figure was bent over slightly, hiding behind a woman with a bucket of apples and he saw how Akuma's pace had increased and how she had straightened her back. He had seen her once before like this, and that was when she knew something important was to be found.

I curse your knowledge


I have to say I am quite content with this chapter.

Now, I know some of you may be getting quite impatient as to when their OC will appear. I'm doing my best to introduce them all as soon as possible! It just may take longer with some because it is convenient for the plot and I don't want the story to be rushed too much. I'm so sorry if your OC has not appeared yet.. just bear with me a little longer!

Anyway, I love to know what you guys thought of it! Let me know in your reviewand I''ll see ya next time on Fear the Witches!

Xx Riley