1: Yearning Anew
Series*
Seravi·Dorothy*
Humor*
Typical Ep*
This fan fic was inspired mainly by a certain paragraph entitled from an article entitled "Mujer Indigena," (Indigenous Woman) that criticizes the Filipino citizen, in general, for succumbing to colonialism. (Talk about betraying nationalism, but it's another story by itself.) It's quite long had I chosen to add it here, so I didn't! ^^ I modified the last line and used it for a subtitle. (Just replace blonde to white, and then red/pink to brown, and you'll have an idea of the whole write-up.)
One Sentence Prologue: The value of "blonde is beautiful" has been and is one of Seravi's most ridiculous, so-unlike-his-dreamy-character, and havoc causing-to-the-superlative-degree ideologies that has infested one side of his consequently demented brain.
Dorothy stood for a few seconds outside the small cottage, waiting for Seravi to answer her brief knocking. As soon as the sun smiled at the upper right corner of her bedroom window, she left her castle without notifying Shiine. She didn't bother, for she knew he would immediately figure it out. It took much less of a genius to find out where she went almost everyday. And it would definitely make her a hothead every single second of the rest of her reddish-pink haired days if she ever finds out that all the patience she had devoted to who was once a crybaby in diapers throughout the years just went into waste.
It made her grin candidly for the moment. Shiine did not have to take all those scoldings of mine if he would only remain a perfectly obedient houseboy. But that would be like a robot, and I'm quite sure Access wouldn't want that kind of child for a son...
"Dorothy's smiling, Seravi," was the first line she heard from another voice that day.
"Yes, Elizabeth, I do find it quite odd to find something pleasant in someone like her." Seravi said.
"The times are definitely changing, Seravi. Could this be the new fad in wicked witches' disguises?"
"You could put it that way, Elizabeth. I might as well agree with you, but I don't think that was as funny as those other jokes you and Seravi were trying to pull off. " Looking at Seravi straight in the eye, and still with the most well wishing expression one could ever meet her with, she spoke in an even more demure way. "Dear, can you let me in now? It is getting a little bit warmer out here."
Being the sedate that he always was, he welcomed her with his green eyes sparkling in warm welcome. "So what brought you here, my pink haired rival?" He asked in the same manner that he was trying to be affable.
"The same reason I always do, dear," she answered with the same tact Seravi had. "whatever you think it is, I mean."
There was a short pause after Dorothy winked at him mischievously. "What do you have in mind for today's menu?"
"Anything you prefer to serve me, dear. You know I always appreciate your wonderful expertise in this field..."
The green haired magician became extremely confused upon hearing the sweetest reply no one could ever imagine come from her, and it hurt his head realizing it. He knew it was not like him to just give up on pranks, especially this instance when someone returned his.
"I give up..." He weakly said.
"What do you mean you give up, Seravi" Dorothy asked, surprising him with the tone that came along with her current hair color. He couldn't believe it; a few minutes ago, they were practically in heaven as they spoke as sweet as ever. More importantly, he firmly remembered she had her golden locks back.
"Could it be that you're giving up the World's Greatest Magician title? Hold on to those words for me while I call Sherwin, okay?"
She went a few steps away from the cottage and called out into the open air. "Sherwiiiiiiinnn!!! Seravi's got something to tell you!"
In a few seconds the reporter-referee appeared in front of the cottage, looking not too happy. By that time Seravi had completely regained consciousness.
Sherwin descended from the fluffy cloud with his weird-looking fan in one hand. "I don't usually respond to these kind of petty confrontations, but knowing that you have something to do with the Greatest Magician, I believe it might be important. But make it quick, Seravi, for I have other things to report on in the other side of this kingdom."
"Yes, whatever Sherwin," Dorothy replied with the same degree of impatience, as she turned to Seravi. "This man over here you call the Greatest Magician would like retire now, and I am requesting you to do me a little favor of --"
Dorothy smiled mysteriously, and the brightness in her eyes made Seravi automatically aware that she had another ploy in mind. Innocently, he asked what his mind wanted to know. "Retire?"
The face of the witch that once wished evil shifted to a very disappointed one. She reacted too quickly, and now she had to face the consequence of embarrassment in front of the two men.
"My bet here was wrong," Sherwin concluded just by a one-word interrogative and a change of expression. He definitely was proud of himself for developing a better common sense, and it replaced his regret for wasting his time. "I must be on my way right now, or I'll never make it to the latest product debut in the town market."
Dorothy regained her crankiness instantly when she heard his so-called important business. "THIS is what you call a PETTY CONFRONTATION? And you consider a stupid old market item more important than the title of the World's Greatest Magician? Who appointed you referee anyway?!"
Seravi, still wordless, continued to make out what was going on. I still feel a bit dizzy. Could it be that...
Sherwin was now in the air on his floating cloud. "It's a product debut! They're showing NEW market items!"
The angry witch's hand began to glow as she hurled a fairly large energy ball at him. "Ooooohh! You're making me mad!"
Sherwin dodged it by an inch, as a fraction of his curly hair turned into grayish-black remains of ashes.
Elizabeth seemed not to be in the condition to speak, for the person who held her was still not feeling that well. ...No, I'm sure I saw a blonde Dorothy a while ago, only I couldn't start my obsession. Something made me behave really impressively...
"The sun might have gotten to me," he said to himself.
"What was that, Seravi dear?" Dorothy asked him absent mindedly as they started towards the cottage door.
The doll spoke. "Seravi's not in a good condition today. You better come back tomorrow because you're bothering him."
"Are you joking me or something?" Dorothy responded with disbelief. "If you're sick then you won't have the energy to--" She stopped immediately. Dorothy knew that Seravi understood what she meant to say.
He gazed unresponsively into her large gray-violet eyes in silence. It was all he needed to get the point to her. She sighed. "Ironically, it is I who give up this argument. I'm leaving you now in peace... Seravi."
She nearly had to choke out the word peace, and a few moments passed first before she addressed him to end her sentence. It was something she never used in a full statement with him involved. Now it was even right next to his name!
After the fleeting thought she hopped on her broom, flying up to ten feet in a few seconds.
But to Seravi her last sentence came from someone much kinder than the Dorothy she knew. With the red hair, particularly. He was imagining someone with blonde hair, in contrast. "Wait! Dorothy! We didn't mean to shoo you away!"
Turning back on her magical mode of transport, Dorothy raised her eyebrows. Seravi, you're a real nutcase today. "You owe me this time, Seravi!"
He snapped back from the comparisons he was in, and realized he made Dorothy come back. Now he kept quiet, fearing he would exasperate her even more should he open his mouth and try to modify things. The two then walked inside without a word; both were puzzled by each other's behavior, but Seravi was a bit more confused by all this.
The day went on before their eyes, in front of the table served with tea and cookies. Cha-cha and her friends came running all around the house as the two older people watched them in silence as they went on with what they were doing. The children made a mess, fought among themselves, concluded silly statements, ate heartily, made a mess again, played around, fought again, and then continued their activities outside.
It seemed like any ordinary day, no minions of Daimaou, no silly Urara Gakuen teachers, no Royal visitors, and no special parties.
But to Dorothy's horror, she was in perfect condition - a perfect mood. So was the cottage.
And she was terribly frightened realizing it.
Like a powerful burst of energy, the sudden insight rushed to her feet. She faced Seravi with a violent and at the same time bewildered expression.
"Why is it that you haven't spoken a word the minute we went in?"
He was still inexplicably silent in Dorothy's point of view. Deep inside he was trying to understand all the things that happened to him earlier that day.
"You didn't even bother to tease me for the rest of the afternoon! It's so unlike you!"
Thankfully for him, the woman's young apprentice entered. "Teacher, shall I prepare dinner for you at the castle or do you want to help Teacher Seravi cook?"
Shiine watched the nonmotile bodies, like wax sculptures in the most quiet of museums. Never had he seen them like this before, and it started to scare him. "I th-think I'll c-co-come b-back l-later..."
"No, Shiine dear," Dorothy called him back. "We better get going..."
Turning to Seravi, she gave him a concerned look. "Whatever it is that has gotten into you today, I won't bother to find out for the moment." She gave out a long sigh and turned her back on him with hesitation.
"Goodbye Dorothy!" Elizabeth said cheerfully. "And I hope you won't come back for some time!"
She stopped in her tracks and tried to control her anger, but couldn't. From outside the rest of the children stared at a small house on fire.
It seems like things are back to normal, after all, Dorothy thought as Shiine followed her on his own broom from behind...
Back in the house, the fire blazed for a few more minutes before Seravi could get a full grip of what was going on. Like second nature, he commanded the enormous flames covering more than half of his thousand-times-wrecked abode to disappear, as it faithfully followed orders. The children were more amazed than ever, even when they had seen such scenes repeatedly before.
In spite of the magician's great worry about his condition, he was still calm. "I don't know what's happening to me, Elizabeth."
The doll replied in her still jovial tone. "Ever since Dorothy greeted you at the door you have been acting weird. You get distracted easily, Seravi."
"Why, Teacher Seravi, is there something wrong?" Cha-cha suddenly asked, standing beside him when she entered the dining room.
"I think I'm fine now, Cha-cha." He answered, his color slightly returning after having been robbed of it by the high heat. "Would you like to have dinner now with your friends?"
Seravi brightened up too when his student nodded. "Very well. You'll have your dinner right away."
Never in Cha-cha's whole life as his student, did he ever use his magic to finish chores. What was harder to believe was the fact that cooking was something he liked to do.
"Teacher Seravi! Why--"
Riiya, currently in his wolf form, exclaimed the one word others immediately associated him with, interrupting Cha-cha's spoken worries. It was a good thing Shiine wasn't there to argue with him about it, even if Marin still was. It was one less an enemy for him at least.
"I'm sorry, Cha-cha, but you did say you wanted to eat right now. Riiya here doesn't seem like he's willing to wait."
"Huh? Riiya? Where?" Marin started looking around for the blue haired boy, as the object of her affection had just consumed his whole plate.
"You have no hope, Marin, even if you're the princess of the sea," Yakko sighed. Suzu agreed shyly, although her thoughts wandered to the castle at Urizuri Mountain. Shiine, I wish you were here... She thought as a tint of red rushed across her cheeks.
The dinner of the children, which - according to the adults who often spent the time of the night with them - was synoymous to chaos, just like any other meal, had just begun.
Observing the boisterous lot from a distance, Seravi remained quiet. It seemed to continuously direct his actions - at one point a hallucination about Dorothy's original hair color and whimsical attitude, travelling back to reality the next after doing things unconsciously, and lastly getting all confused about it as the fantasy lingers to begin once more.
Then it hit him.
"Some more noodles, please!" Riiya pleaded, holding his bowl up to the stumped magician as best as he could with his small paws. Cha-cha offered to help him with another serving, but both of them carelessly slipped. The bowl flew into Seravi's face, forming a curtain of curly hair-like locks of food over his green crown.
Today was the exact day of the year the two competing magicians went their separate ways. But had something more specific in mind.
Numb of all that was around - and on - him, he could only trail off an unfinished sentence. "Dorothy's blonde hair..."
* To Part 2!
post script
* This part was also inspired by Cris' fic, The Magic Bug, and Annasibs' The Day Dorothy Ran Away. Thanks Cris and Annasibs. I'm dedicating this to you two for having such creative minds!
Blonde is Beautiful © iced*