Of Love Daemons and a French man

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Katie "Mia" Aulsa's Part
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Mia yawned and decided to go to bed. She looked horrible and she felt horrible. How was any good looking man supposed to fall for her if she looked like something out of a 1920's horror movie? And she wasn't referring to the leading lady! She was jealous and emotional, both such she felt bad being but she couldn't help it. Sage had a sweetheart who he was giving roses and chocolates to! She put the pillow over her face and banged her head and kicking her feet into the mattress. Maybe she should accidentally get those chocolates to Kento or misplace them, by accident. She laughed, in her minds eye seeing the look on Sage's face.

She moved the pillow away from her face and looked up at the ceiling. All her efforts would not make Sage notice her, if she wanted to do something worthwhile then she was going to have to turn her jealously over to them. Oh but that would be underhanded and dirty, totally unlike her. Mia pouted, she didn't want to do something to turn them off from her. Where were all these evil thoughts and feelings coming from? Then it stuck her, after all the time she spent working hard preparing for the Dynasty coming and helping the Ronin Warriors, she forgot something. She was a flesh and blood woman with desires and wants just like any other woman. "Oh please," Mia sighed, "why can't I think of something constructive to do about this situation!"

She stood up and walked around a minute then gave in. Her mind was too full of dirty tricks to pull, rather than anything truly helpful. The thought of taking a nice, hot relaxing shower popped into her mind so she started to undress when she noticed her old dream box sitting on the chest at the corner of her bed.

A dream box was supposedly made by a Demon Huntering Priest to trap a demon to make it pay for its crimes by serving humanity. Her best friend in France gave the box to her the last time she was there, which was when she was 11 years old. Her grandfather threw a fit when he saw this old carved wood box, which was about 5 inches wide by 7 inches long. He tried to get rid of it, but Mia refused, her best friend gave it to her. He finally gave in but made Mia swore never to use it! To use a dream box all the owner had to do was write it's heart felt wish on a piece of paper in Latin and stick the paper in the box and leave it out in the moonlight. By the next new moon the wish out be granted. Mia looked over at the calendar in her room; St. Valentine's Day fell on the New Moon. "Well Grandfather said I could use it over his dead body... and he is dead... well what can it hurt?" she asked herself as she went over to her desk; found a piece of paper and a pen then thought a moment how to word her request. This was a demon she was working with after all. After thinking for a few moments she wrote. "I want to have a true Valentine and be happy at last."

Mia looked at what she wrote, water fell on the paper, and she looked around for a leak but then realized she was crying. This was the first time she realized how lonely she really was. Again, Mia looked at the paper and felt like a stupid child. "I'm putting faith in a fairy tale," she said as she wiped her eyes with hands, "oh yes, I'm sure I'm going to get Prince Charming!"

She stood up and walked to put the paper in the trash can but she saw the dream box again. She looked around, half excepting her Grandfather's ghost to appear and beat knots on her head for her stupidity. She opened the box a crack and slides the tear dampened paper into the box and quickly shut it. "What? Was I excepting a demon to jump out of it! I need to get a life!" She exclaimed to herself disgustedly as she set the box by her window, so when the moon rose it would quickly hit the box. After that she climbed back into bed and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.