A/N: I used the poem "Something Wicked This Way Comes" by Ray Bradbury. It kind of inspired me to make a somewhat sinister and witchy Kyoko. Hope you like it.

Something Wicked

Crystal water turns to dark
Where ere it's presence leaves it's mark
And boiling currents pound like drums
When something wicked this way comes...

She felt the cold emptiness flow over her as she stared at the night sky. The little ones she had summoned swirled around her in adoration and worship. 514 km away a beautiful little stream dried up and the beautiful foliage around it died instantly. Ominous black clouds gathered over the bustling city of Tokyo in the night sky and thunder rolled in the distance.

"Sho... I think we should get going now before the weather gets too bad." Shoko Aki told her charge as she watched the coming storm through the plate glass windows of TBM Studios.

As they quickly made their way to her car in the uncovered lot, a crisp finger of lightning struck less than 2 meters from her charge. Sho was knocked from his feet, but unharmed. Shoko Aki screamed and rushed to him.

"Sho! Are you alright?!" She asked with worry as she examined him for injuries.

He swatted her hand away. He didn't want her fawning over him like an overprotective mother. "I'm fine." He groused as he picked himself up off the asphalt.

A presence dark invades the fair
And gives the horses ample scare
Chaos rains and panic fills the air
When something wicked this way comes...

She passed the zoo near the park and ignored the terrified and nervous sounds of the animals that it held. They could feel her nearby and it upset them. The caretakers put the blame on the unusual storm that was approaching and brought the animals in for the night, trying to calm them. The 2 nanny goats and 3 dairy cows in the children's petting area remained restless and later it would be discovered that their milk had gone sour within their bodies. No one would suspect the young woman that had passed the zoo with a sleek black cat following her only a few nights before.

Ill winds mark it's fearsome flight,
And autumn branches creak with fright.
The landscape turns to ashen crumbs,
When something wicked this way comes...

The raven-haired girl giggled to herself as her hair billowed in the wind behind her and lightning struck in the distance. She smiled mysteriously as she passed through the park to go home. Where her feet had touched, the ground went barren and black, the flowers died and rotted and the trees became diseased.

A bold troublemaker approached her. "Hey girlie, I think I want to have some fun with you tonight." He grabbed her arm and his friends laughed.

She turned to him calmly, but he could see the darkness in her liquid gold eyes. She said nothing. He pulled her in and kissed her. His friends cheered. He pulled away and his lips became blue, he started choking and foaming at the mouth. He clawed at his throat as it closed up depriving him of oxygen. His friends hurriedly gathered around him at a loss of what to do. The girl casually walked away as if nothing had happened.

"That's what you get for messing with me." She giggled cutely and sighed. Lightning lit up the night sky behind her and thunder rolled once again before the tiny droplets of water began to fall. She was almost home.

Flowers bloom as black as night
Removing color from your sight
Nightmarish vines block your way
Thorns reach out to catch their prey

She enjoyed the cool evening air of the storm, on her patio as she covered her perfect long stemmed black roses and the rare black bougainvillea that had creeped up the small makeshift trellis she had created. She was certain she would see several of the unusually large blooms in a couple of days. She would be sure to harvest at least 6 of them very soon. They would be a perfect gift and that arrogant ass would gladly accept them under the impression of being flattered.

"Hmm, maybe I should take on his challenge. It would be something new and different." She pondered as she secured the light tarp over her plants, then re-entered her apartment to make some chamomile tea.

And by the pricking of your thumbs
Realize that their poison numbs
From frightful blooms, rank odors seep
Bats & beasties fly & creep

When the beautiful, large black roses arrived at Akatoki for Fuwa Sho, from his secret admirer, Shoko Aki was impressed. They were the most beautiful and unusual things she had ever seen. Most black roses are just a dark red, but these were a true black and they didn't seem to be dyed. She knew for certain that Sho would love them, they fit his image perfectly as a VK artist. She brought them to their office and pulled an extra vase that she kept in her storage closet and filled it with water.

"Who are those from Shoko?" Sho sat up and admired them.

Shoko just smiled. "They're from one of your secret admirers." She told him as she lay them next to the vase and unwrapped them.

He smirked. "They know me so well." He sunk back into the sofa and continued to read his magazine.

"Ouch!" Shoko hissed. "Still have thorns. Must be from someone's garden." She sucked the blood from the injury and carefully placed them in the vase, taking care to avoid another thorn, then left to get a small bandage when she was finished.

"Shoko? Are you alright?" He asked when she returned. She looked pale and felt dizzy.

"Yeah, just need to sit down. Probably not enough sleep last night." She brushed of the sick feeling.

"I'm going to get a coffee. You want anything?" He asked before he left the room. He didn't need his manager getting sick on him. Not before his big tour.

She smiled weakly. "Yeah, could you get me a Black Tea?"

He nodded and left.

She just needed to rest a little. She was sure she would be fine after that, so she lay her head on the table and closed her eyes. She fell asleep.

Sho returned with her tea and sat it on the table next to her and his roses. He was curious. He had heard somewhere that the darker the rose, the stronger the fragrance. He bent down and inhaled deeply. The scent nearly blinded him and made him want to retch. They smelled like rotting flesh. He quickly grabbed a garbage bag and carefully put them in, then tied it up tightly. These clearly were not from an admirer. He looked over at his sleeping manager and wondered about the thorns.

"Shoko... Shoko!" He shook her shoulder, trying to wake her.

She groaned and he sighed in relief.

"Shoko, you need to wake up. I think you need to go to the doctor." He told her and quickly called his driver. This just wasn't his week.

'Cross this evil land, ill winds blow
Despite the darkness, mushrooms glow
All will rot & decompose
For something wicked this way grows...

The 16 year old, strawberry-blonde, pixie of a girl sat patiently on the sidewalk in front of LME. This was something that she now knew deep inside that she wanted. Something was telling her not to give up, that she would find what she was missing here. During the day she would sit in this little spot and in the evenings she would relentlessly pester the head of the talent division. Today, Sawara Takenori would step from behind the large glass doors, lead the unusual girl to his office and submit to her request.

Mogami Kyoko's foot was in the door.