Love Spell
Night had fallen hours before. The
crickets chirped their quiet nocturne as the wind blew gently, causing the
trees to sway and leaves to fall. The
small town had seemed incredibly quiet, at least compared to the great battle
that had just taken place in the middle of it.
Slowly, the lights inside of the houses illuminating the silent streets
began to vanish one by one.
In a small house outside of the petite
town stood five tired figures. They had
just taken part of the battle with a horrible monster. The monster they fought was actually a
sickness demon. It had infected a young
woman by the name of Shoka and it was a painfully difficult battle, but as
always, good triumphed and the demon was defeated. Shoka could now finally rest in peace.
Miaka Yuki stood on the inside of the small
house surrounded by her four other Seishi; Hotohori, Nuriko, Tasuki, and the
most recently found member, Mitsukake.
She looked around the house, green eyes wide in amazement. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling
with shelves filled with bottles, and jars, and mysterious vials. Slim, fat, tall, short, purple, green. Each was different from the next.
Miaka walked slowly, peering at all of the
different bottles wondering what each cured.
The four Seishi stood near the door, chattering softly about the battle
they just faced. Mitsukake explained to
his new friends how dear Shoka was to him, and how she was the one person he
wanted to save the most, and yet she was the one he didn't.
The young Miko kicked her toe in the
ground, trying not to let curiosity get the better of her. But as usual, she could not keep the
question to herself. Her heart would
cramp in pain when she was curious, and she could never seem to control her
endless line of questions.
She gripped the delicate bottle in her
hand and strolled as nonchalantly as possible to her four quietly talking,
tired friends. She smiled and hid the
bottle behind her back as she faced her protectors. They stopped talking and stared back at her, wondering what was
wrong.
"Excuse me, Mitsukake. I was wondering," Miaka started, fingering
the mystifying vial in her palm. "Could
you tell me what this is?" She held out
the bottle for Mitsukake, the owner of the house, to examine it.
He squinted as he studied the bottle his
Miko held before him. It was twisted
like a corkscrew, and very slender. The
glass was dyed crimson red and the liquid on the inside was black. The top was plugged with a cork.
"That," Mitsukake began to explain, "is a
gift from a Shaman I met one day when I was traveling from town to town curing
people. It is a love spell."
"Love spell…" Miaka whispered underneath
her breath as she bit the nail on her thumb.
Her forest green eyes sparkled in awe, wondering if the spell would
really work.
Nuriko flipped his long, purple braid over
his shoulder as he stuck his nose in the air.
"Don't you think that's mental rape?
Making someone fall in love with you?"
Despite his feelings, knowing it was wrong to make someone fall in love
with you again their will, he was still a little hopeful that the potion worked
that way, so he could get the emperor to fall in love with him.
"That's not how it works," Mitsukake said
in calm low voice. "I user must drink
it, and think of the one they love as swallow the last drop. The potion promises that nothing will ever
be able to separate them."
"Why haven't you ever used it?" Hotohori
asked, cocking his eyebrow.
Mitsukake looked at the ground,
frowning. "I wanted to be with Shoka
while drinking it, but when I returned home, it was too late."
"I'm sorry," Hotohori apologized feeling
horrible to bring up his friend's painful past.
"Don't worry about it. I know now that Shoka is at last in peace."
Tasuki stood near the other Seishi around
him but did not pay them any heed. He
was fully absorbed with his Miko standing in front of him. Her long slender legs, her nicely formed
hips, her small stomach, her perky breasts, her beautiful smile, her shiny
hair, everything about her, enchanted him.
He ran his right hand through his fiery hair
and stopped to massage the nape of his neck.
Every time he looked at her he could feel his body begin to awaken. He would even begin to act more like a
gentleman in front of her! Despite
these feelings, he was still confused. C'mon
Genro, get it together! He would
tell himself. Ya don't even like
girls, let alone love this one!
"Wow!
This is great!" Miaka exclaimed, excitement written in all of her
features. A serious looked shadowed her
face quickly after and she began to kick the ground with her toe again. "Do you perhaps think that I could…" she
paused, hoping she would not have to ask the full question.
"Is there someone you love?" Mitsukake
asked. "If there is, please feel free
to take it."
"Do you mean it?" Miaka squealed
happily. "Yes, there is someone!"
Tasuki's heart painfully skipped a
beat. He shook his head in disgust and
stammered, "There's s-someone?!"
Miaka smiled happily as she turned to face
Tasuki, her orange haired Seishi.
"Tamahome, he's one of the Suzaku too.
As soon as we find the last Seishi me and Tamahome can be together
again!" She looked at the potion in her
hand and held it eye level. "I'm sure
this will help us be together soon."
Tasuki stood in a mouth-open stare at the
Miko, now holding the vial to her heart, with her eyes closed. Nothin' ta worry about! Ya didn't like her that way anyways! She's just too weird for ya! He thought, trying to convince himself
of his own feelings.
"I'm going to try it now!" Miaka said,
reopening her eyes. She straightened
out her short brown skirt and her blue school ribbon before she pried the cork
out from the top of the bottle. It
opened with a little pop.
She inhaled deeply as she slowly moved the
container filled with black fluid to her lips. Hesitating, she looked at her
friend's with eyes searching for some comfort.
"Go ahead, Miaka! Drink to your happiness!" Nuriko encouraged.
"Bring Tamahome to you forever! Drink," Hotohori said solemnly.
"Be with the one you love," Mitsukake
smiled softly.
Miaka's eyes wandered to meet
Tasuki's. His fiery hot eyes glared
into hers, almost piercing her very soul.
She looked away quickly, wondering why he would glare at her like that. She didn't do anything to make him mad.
She raised the vial to her lips once more
and she whispered, "For Tamahome!" Then
she opened her mouth slightly allowing the bitter liquid to invade her mouth.
She swallowed the first gulp of the
potion, sweet memories of Tamahome canceling out the bitter taste.
She opened her throat, to allow the last
of the liquid to be swallowed, and as she was doing so, caught Tasuki's eyes
again. Why is Tasuki's glaring at me
that way? She thought. I hope Tasuki… and with Tasuki
filling her mind she swallowed the last drop.
Well that's
the story for now. Don't worry, I'm not
gonna leave you hanging like this, I'll write more soon! I hope you like the way the story's going so
far! Until next time!!!
Amazonness Ryoga