Ryuuko: hi! I'm Ryuukochan and I'm the main character of this story!
Midorikawa: wait... what? you're not the main, I am!
Ryuuko: we're both ryuujikun!
me: when you stop would you like to do something useful?
Midorikawa: like the disclaimer?
me: exactly!
Ryuuko: so you're not as stupid as you look!
Midorikawa: hey! *pouts*
Ryuuko: now, now ^o^ nisha doesn't own either Inazuma Eleven or its characters, but she owns her story and her OOC. Well actually this chapter is for OOC characters only!
Midorikawa: what! means I won't appear?
Ryuuko: no you won't *sticks tongue out* so i'm the main!
Midorikawa: *pouts*
me: please enjoy!
Warning: [Normal P.O.V.]
Silence.
The only noise was the patter of her heels on the floor. She was walking fast and nervously through the corridor, wearing her black cape and holding tightly a hand on her thumping heart.
At the end of the corridor an enormous door opened before her eyes.
The room was lightened with a soft blue light that made the round table look more disquieting –on the table indeed there was a complex drawing, which represented the dragon that she knew very well. It was the same dragon whose body was wrapped around her cherry tree.
The seven components of the sect were already standing in their place around the table, as if they were King Arthur's knights. But they weren't –at the opposite, Ryuuko knew they were iniquitous and selfish people. And weird. They were so weird.
"Finally. You sure love to make us wait, chibi princess" A voice said, making fun of her.
Ryuuko looked up at Rebecca, the girl with long green hair and violet eyes –her black cape was opened and revealed a scanty dress and a huge breast.
"I'm sorry" She whispered and took place at the end of the table.
"You were mean to us last time" A joking voice interrupted. Brand.
"You don't know when to stop. That was too much. Remember that Ryuuji must be alive."
"I-" Rebecca tried to say bur Ryuuko interrupted her "You had already lost your self-control. You would have killed him, Rebecca. I thought I told you that you have no right to hurt Ryuuji. He's our precious prince. We can't afford to lose him, or else our planes are ruined."
Rebecca snorted and crossed her arms. Ryuuko took a rapid look on the others.
Brand didn't seem to have any interest in what they have said. Angus were still mumbling on his defeat –he could not accept that a frail girl had powers to make him knee to her. Machi's eyes were staring on the table, as if he believed to find something in that.
"You're cold, princess~sama~"
Ryuuko turned to look at the girl which have talked, surprised – Wyn didn't talk much, usually, and when she did it was always about his beloved niisama, Brand. They had the same pair of blue eyes, but everything else was different.
The girl, indeed, had silky white hair that reached her knees, pale skin and she wore always white dresses which was in contrast with the black cape. She wore glasses and used a long sword as a weapon, probably to imitate Brand. She was holding a white neko plushie.
"I'm sure Rebecca-san did her best… which isn't much however" Wyn continued with a soft and joking voice. She hated Rebecca as much as she loved her niisama.
The feeling was mutual –Rebecca hated both her and Brand.
"Look, your beloved niisama was the most useless" she hissed. Wyn glared down at her.
Why was it that a cute girl like her could look so evil?
Ryuuko decided to ignore them –after all brand was the first one to remain indifferent as the two girls fought, even thought he was often the main reason to- and looked at the two others members of the sect. They was two girls, or better said one was a girl and the other was a boy who dressed like a girl.
The real girl's name was Okane and her only desire could be summarized in one word: money. She was a short crafty girl who was younger than any other members included Ryuuko –in fact she was only eleven years old. She had red hair in pigtails and brown eyes with thick eyebrows.
Instead the boy's only fetish was 'looking cute'. His real name was unknown, but he wanted to be called 'Milyi' –he had Russian origins, pale and silky skin, azure eyes and black hair. He loved cute things, cute boys, cute girls, cute animals and so on. He always wore frilly dresses, most in a pink or azure colour, and a long black wig to make his hair look longer –he had always envied Wyn for this reason.
Rebecca, Brand, Wyn, Angus, Machi, Okane and Milyi were the seven members of the Black Cape sect, who swore on that table's drawing to awake the Dragon.
Ryuuko was forced to ask for their help since she couldn't make it on her own –she didn't want really the dragon to wake up 'cause she didn't know what the consequences would be, but she needed to. She hoped –like the others after all- that the dragon would realize her wish.
"So, who will go next? Princess~sama~" Wyn asked softly.
Ryuuko snapped form her thoughts and looked at them who was waiting for her response.
"W-well. What about Okane and Milyi?" She said. Okane snorted, she wasn't very enthusiastic about going on mission but she'd rather stay home to count and count for uncountable times her money.
Brand put his legs on the table while polishing his sword.
"If Okane doesn't want to, I can go in her place" he said in his seducing voice.
"Why would you go?" Rebecca asked looking scornful "I thought you said you didn't like Ryuujikun."
"But I really hope I can see again that boy with white spiky hair. I can't get to forget his eyes, they were so beautifully cold" He answered in an hypnotized voice "Awn, he was so cute~! I want him all for me~!"
"You pedofile maniac. He's only thirteen" Rebecca glared at him.
"And I am only nineteen" Brand's eyebrows furrowed, then he assumed again a dreaming look. "No, I've decided, I want him!"
"Alright then. Brand and Milyi, you're up." Ryuuko decided to stop that nonsense and with that she left the room.
She felt guilty and nervous. The truth is that she liked Ryuujikun, after all they were like twins –she had dreamed about him since they first met, even if it was for a few seconds.
But her wish was the most important thing. He was the most important.
"Please wait a bit more… I'll definitely save you, I promise" She thought.
Everyone had left the room, except one person.
Wyn was still in her place. She was trembling. "Niisama…" She whispered.
With a fit of anger she stabbed her neko plushie with the sword and then ripped it, making the cotton wool which was in fly off in the room and fall on the floor.
"Niisama… niisama is… only mine!"
Notes from me: hey! how was the chapter? hope you like it!
The seven members plus Ryuukochan are all my OOCs, so I'm gonna say something about the choice of their names ^w^
Brand - celtic, means 'sword'
Wyn - welsh, means 'white'
Rebecca - ebraic, means 'a beautiful maiden'
Machi - japanese, means 'ten thousand'
Okane - japanese, means 'money'
Angus - scottish, means 'wisdom'
Milyi - russian, means 'cute'