The Butterfly Effect Part One: The Return
Namine and Sora sit at the library and Sora has books about witches. Namine glances at his books and shakes her head, smirking, "Witches? Really?"
He grins sheepishly, "You said your family is from a coven of witches, I want to know about it."
"Well, you won't learn anything real from those books." Namine replies.
Sora sighs, pushing the books away, "So, tell me about your family. You know about my family of insane people, I want to know about your family of witches."
Namine sighs, "Your family isn't insane. They just went through a tragedy, that's all."
Sora pushes hair form his face, "Right.. So, your witch family?"
Namine opens her mouth and Sora cuts her off, "Oh, sorry, but you said Sora's body was never found, it's on record, right? But that article we read stated that his body was found in a shed in the forest."
"Oh, I looked that up, it was hard to find out, but Terra must have found it out later on, since the records have his death, too. The body they burned as Sora was the body of some young sheep herder form the village on the other side of the forest. I interviewed the family a few weeks ago. That story keeps getting holes in it." Namine replies.
"Tell me about it." Sora groans, "So, what's the kid's name that was cremated in Sora's place?"
"Ventus Copperfield." she replies.
He nods, "Right.. How did they find out it wasn't Sora?"
"Not sure, but they did find out. So, there's that.. Anyway, you want to know about my family, right?" Namine explains.
Sora nods, "Yeah, if you're okay with telling me."
"Sure.. Well, it all started with my ancestor that lived somewhere in the 1600s. She lived in this village, and she made herbal medicines and odd recopies to cure illnesses. Everyone was sure she was a witch, the way she did things was unorthodox. My grandmother says my ancestor had real magic, because she would heal blind people with spells." she explains.
Sora's eyes widen, "Seriously?"
"Yeah, my grandmother has the spell book my ancestor used. Anyway, my ancestor was hanged in the town square for being a witch shortly after she healed the blind people. You'd think the town would be grateful, but nope. They hung her instead. They were going to hang her two younger sisters as well, but they showed no signs of being users of witchcraft, so they were let go. Little secret, they were witches. They left the village after that." she replies.
Sora nods, "So, do you have any powers?"
She giggles, "Not at all. I know a lot of herbal medicines and poisons and such, but I have no real magic."
Sora smiles lightly, "Cool story. So, you're technically a witch, but not in a literal sense like your ancestor?"
She nods again, "That's right."
"What was your ancestor's name?" Sora asks.
"Evangeline Levesque." Namine replies.
"Is your last name Levesque?" he smiles a little wider, "Nice. Better than Di Angelo."
She smiles, "Yes, my last name is Levesque. The women in my family prefer to keep their maiden name. And Di Angelo's a cute name, Sora."
He rolls his eyes, "Sure."
Namine sighs, "So, is that all you wanted to meet about?"
"Well, yeah, but.. You're my friend, Namine. I just wanted to hang out with you. I've missed the company.." Sora rubs the back of his neck, looking away.
Namine's eyes soften, "Sora.."
She leans in a little and puts her hand against his cheek, moving his head back to look at her. She smiles lightly, "I like hanging out with you, too.."
"Namine.." he breathes.
She stares at him for a moment before she leans in a little more and presses her lips lightly against his. He gasps softly, his body stiffens, but he doesn't move away. Namine pulls away a moment later, "Sorry.."
he shakes his head slowly, "Don't be.."
She blushes, "I should have asked first.."
Sora blushes just as much as she does, "It's okay, really.."
She smiles, "Thanks.. Well, it'll be dark soon, I should get home."
She stands and Sora follows her out of the library, "Can I walk you home?"
She turns and smiles, "Sure, I'd love that."
Sora and Namine walks through the town until they get to a mansion half the size of Sora's. Namine goes right in and Sora stands at the porch. Namine turns at the door and smiles at Sora, "You can come in if you want."
An old woman in a black button up long sleeved dress with white hair up in a tight bun and black eyes comes up behind Namine. She stares right at Sora as she speaks, "Come inside, Nami, dear. Leave the.. Boy to his own."
Namine frowns, "Goodnight, Sora." and goes inside. The old woman stares at Sora a moment more, then she snarls, "Death."
She slams the door and Sora frowns, unsettled. He turns and heads home. It takes awhile but he finally gets to the familiar path leading to his estate. He looks around, not liking the fact that it's dark as he walks. He sticks his hands in his pockets, "I hope the kids ate.. I have to put them to bed, too.."
He finally gets to his house and he goes in, locking the door behind him. He checks on his siblings, finding them both in bed asleep. He sighs, "Sorry, guys," and heads to his room. He frowns, seeing his window is open. He goes to the window and closes it, and just as he does, his bedroom door shuts. He whirls around and gasps as he sees a boy his age with crazy, spiked blond hair and blue eyes wearing a black hoodie and jeans with black sneakers.
The boy smiles slowly, "Hello, Sora di Angelo."
"Wh-who are you?!" Sora demands.