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really wanna know how good I am at this ^^" please tell me?
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Korimo sighed a little and sat on a box of something in the warehouse.
"Something wrong milady?" the tiger asked.
"Nothing Fukamito, that memory spell is tricky. It takes a lot of magic; it just took a bit out of me. I could never have done it if it weren't for the full moon tonight." She stood back up and walked to the door. Fukamito became the little orange tabby again to follow her outside. "So," Korimo asked off-handedly, "why did you choose that kitten form?" She was referring to the tiny while cat that Fukamito had used to lure Mokuba.
"He seemed like the type to pity the cat. Unlike you, milady. If I may say."
"You may," Korimo replied, and her thoughts drifted, unusual for her. Her memory triggered by the form of that pathetic kitten, she thought back to the day she'd met her servant.
It was close to midnight on a warm night. Korimo was 16, goal-less and alone, the way she wanted it. As far as she was concerned, her training in sorcery was complete; she'd surpassed the skill of her teacher, and was on her own again.
There was a full moon that night. The crickets chirruped and frogs bellowed nearby. There was no other sound on the road besides the soft, sharp clicks of Korimo's sandals on the ground. No other sound but a pathetic mewing, silent until very, very close. Soon Korimo saw the kitten lying tangled in a clump of bushes near the road.
"Oh, how cute," she said dryly. She walked past the bushes without even a second look. The mewing got louder. Korimo looked back over her shoulder, and continued on her way. The kitten struggled out of the bushes and began to follow her, mewing softly. Korimo looked at it in disgust.
"Shoo. Get outta here, scat!" the cat only looked at her. "Leave!" the cat meowed again. Korimo lost her temper. "Scram!" she kicked the kitten right off the road. The cat sailed though the air, landing in a tiny crumpled heap a little way away.
Much to her surprise, the little cat stood up, and morphed into a crow. Korimo held back a gasp as the crow took off, flew to her and bowed his head.
"I sense your power, and I am powerless. Allow me to serve you in return for your protection."
Korimo took a step back. "Who or what are you?"
"My name is Fukamito. As to what I am, I'm an outlaw." The crow became a snake. "I was one of a clan of demons. We are shape-shifters, as I'm sure you have figured out. I however, was cast out."
"I'm intrigued," Korimo was still suspicious, but the idea of a demon serving her was definitely something to make her pay attention. "Tell me more."
The snake turned into a tabby cat and licked his paw idly. "I killed a fellow demon. There is no sympathy among my kind, but when they judged me to be a danger to them, I was out. Officially, I am no longer a demon, but I still retained some of my power. Unfortunately, I no longer have the power I need to fend for myself, and I will commit myself to servitude of a master who will protect me. Of course, humans in general are too kind for my purposes. You're the first I've met to be cruel to that pathetic cat."
"So you were searching for one like you?"
"Precisely." The cat bowed his head. "Allow me to serve you, and I shall do your bidding."
"How can I be sure of your loyalty?" Korimo folded her arms. The demon stopped for a second. "You didn't think of that, of course. Alright, I think I may have use for you. But you'll have to agree to my terms."
"Those are?"
Korimo thought for a second. "A few spells of my own creation. One to ensure your loyalty, one to improve your usefulness. Agree to both now, or stay alone the way you are."
He agreed.
Korimo had always had a fondness for frills and extras. All the spells she designed required elaborate ceremonies between the sorcerer and the victim. These two spells were no exception.
Deep in the woods by the road, there was a clearing. Korimo built a small fire and sprinkled herbs onto it so that it flashed several brilliant colors. Fukamito perched as a crow on a tree branch nearby, watching. At the signal from Korimo, he flew down and stood near the fire, opposite her. She signaled again, and he flew over the fire to where she stood, allowing her to pluck one feather from his back. He then returned to his place.
Korimo pulled out a few of her own hairs and placed them in her hand, next to the feather. She closed her eyes and began to chant.
"A bit of your life, a bit of mine
Over the fire they will entwine" she cast the feather and hair over the blaze and opened her eyes, showering them with the purple glitter of her magic. The feather and hair separated, spinning in midair around each other.
"Serve me well my new ally,
For if you don't then you will die.
My knowledge of it matters not
For treachery, your soul will rot
Will you accept? Oh please do tell
It's your word that completes the spell." The hair and feather had been spinning faster and faster as Korimo chanted, stopping suddenly as she waited for Fukamito to do his part.
The crow bowed his head low to the ground and resigned himself to servitude with a single word. "Yes."
The hair and feather fused together, shining bright as the sun and returning to Fukamito's back.
Korimo's eyes glittered as she explained the spell. "You are now and forever my servant, whether or not I'm around. If you disobey me or betray me, the magic in that feather will kill you instantly. I would suggest that you do nothing to trigger it. And yes, the magic is still there when you aren't a bird." She smirked a bit. Fukamito said nothing, and Korimo moved on to the second spell.
With a few more herbs, the fire glowed a brilliant blue, and Korimo began chanting again.
"The embers glow, the spell unfolds
Beside the fire, under the moon
Your loyalty is now assured
And yet the time to leave is soon
As you are, I need more from you,
Using this spell seals the deal
Where you will go you spy for me
And what you see to me is real" the fire billowed out, surrounding Korimo and Fukamito. The crow fluttered his wings nervously. Korimo didn't notice, her eyes were closed again and she was muttering under her breath. Her eyes snapped open, and magic the same bright color as the flames connected the two. The sparkling wave flew to Fukamito's eyes, opening them as wide as they can go. Korimo continued to chant, and in a flash the fire went out.
The moon went behind a cloud, and Korimo sat on a tree stump nearby with a sigh.
"You are now officially my servant and spy. Whatever you see will me mine to see and record, as I wish. Again, disobey me and you die instantly, with or without my knowledge." She closed her eyes, basking in the moonlight as the clouds were blown away.
"Something wrong, Korimo-sama?"
"No, it's nothing."
"Something wrong Milady?" Korimo was jerked out of her flashback by her servant.
Korimo placed a hand on her forehead, and looked up at the moon. "It's nothing Fukamito, I must be more tired than I thought."
"Don't worry Milady, the moonlight will restore your strength soon enough."
She smiled dryly. "Thanks. Now let's go."
The next morning, Seto Kaiba was awoken by a persistent poking to his side. He groaned, rolled over, and then heard his little brother.
"Seto? You awake?" the little boy stood over him with big, worried eyes, poking him until he sat up.
Kaiba rubbed one eye. "Yeah, I'm up...what is it Mokuba?"
"Do you know what I did yesterday afternoon?"
Kaiba was waking up for real by now. "What kind of question is that? I don't know."
"I don't either...but my homework isn't done, and I can't remember what happened."
Kaiba sighed, resigned to getting up an hour earlier than he would have liked. "Well don't worry about it and do your homework now, okay little brother?"
"Okay Seto!" Mokuba smiled and ran off.
***
Korimo sighed a little and sat on a box of something in the warehouse.
"Something wrong milady?" the tiger asked.
"Nothing Fukamito, that memory spell is tricky. It takes a lot of magic; it just took a bit out of me. I could never have done it if it weren't for the full moon tonight." She stood back up and walked to the door. Fukamito became the little orange tabby again to follow her outside. "So," Korimo asked off-handedly, "why did you choose that kitten form?" She was referring to the tiny while cat that Fukamito had used to lure Mokuba.
"He seemed like the type to pity the cat. Unlike you, milady. If I may say."
"You may," Korimo replied, and her thoughts drifted, unusual for her. Her memory triggered by the form of that pathetic kitten, she thought back to the day she'd met her servant.
It was close to midnight on a warm night. Korimo was 16, goal-less and alone, the way she wanted it. As far as she was concerned, her training in sorcery was complete; she'd surpassed the skill of her teacher, and was on her own again.
There was a full moon that night. The crickets chirruped and frogs bellowed nearby. There was no other sound on the road besides the soft, sharp clicks of Korimo's sandals on the ground. No other sound but a pathetic mewing, silent until very, very close. Soon Korimo saw the kitten lying tangled in a clump of bushes near the road.
"Oh, how cute," she said dryly. She walked past the bushes without even a second look. The mewing got louder. Korimo looked back over her shoulder, and continued on her way. The kitten struggled out of the bushes and began to follow her, mewing softly. Korimo looked at it in disgust.
"Shoo. Get outta here, scat!" the cat only looked at her. "Leave!" the cat meowed again. Korimo lost her temper. "Scram!" she kicked the kitten right off the road. The cat sailed though the air, landing in a tiny crumpled heap a little way away.
Much to her surprise, the little cat stood up, and morphed into a crow. Korimo held back a gasp as the crow took off, flew to her and bowed his head.
"I sense your power, and I am powerless. Allow me to serve you in return for your protection."
Korimo took a step back. "Who or what are you?"
"My name is Fukamito. As to what I am, I'm an outlaw." The crow became a snake. "I was one of a clan of demons. We are shape-shifters, as I'm sure you have figured out. I however, was cast out."
"I'm intrigued," Korimo was still suspicious, but the idea of a demon serving her was definitely something to make her pay attention. "Tell me more."
The snake turned into a tabby cat and licked his paw idly. "I killed a fellow demon. There is no sympathy among my kind, but when they judged me to be a danger to them, I was out. Officially, I am no longer a demon, but I still retained some of my power. Unfortunately, I no longer have the power I need to fend for myself, and I will commit myself to servitude of a master who will protect me. Of course, humans in general are too kind for my purposes. You're the first I've met to be cruel to that pathetic cat."
"So you were searching for one like you?"
"Precisely." The cat bowed his head. "Allow me to serve you, and I shall do your bidding."
"How can I be sure of your loyalty?" Korimo folded her arms. The demon stopped for a second. "You didn't think of that, of course. Alright, I think I may have use for you. But you'll have to agree to my terms."
"Those are?"
Korimo thought for a second. "A few spells of my own creation. One to ensure your loyalty, one to improve your usefulness. Agree to both now, or stay alone the way you are."
He agreed.
Korimo had always had a fondness for frills and extras. All the spells she designed required elaborate ceremonies between the sorcerer and the victim. These two spells were no exception.
Deep in the woods by the road, there was a clearing. Korimo built a small fire and sprinkled herbs onto it so that it flashed several brilliant colors. Fukamito perched as a crow on a tree branch nearby, watching. At the signal from Korimo, he flew down and stood near the fire, opposite her. She signaled again, and he flew over the fire to where she stood, allowing her to pluck one feather from his back. He then returned to his place.
Korimo pulled out a few of her own hairs and placed them in her hand, next to the feather. She closed her eyes and began to chant.
"A bit of your life, a bit of mine
Over the fire they will entwine" she cast the feather and hair over the blaze and opened her eyes, showering them with the purple glitter of her magic. The feather and hair separated, spinning in midair around each other.
"Serve me well my new ally,
For if you don't then you will die.
My knowledge of it matters not
For treachery, your soul will rot
Will you accept? Oh please do tell
It's your word that completes the spell." The hair and feather had been spinning faster and faster as Korimo chanted, stopping suddenly as she waited for Fukamito to do his part.
The crow bowed his head low to the ground and resigned himself to servitude with a single word. "Yes."
The hair and feather fused together, shining bright as the sun and returning to Fukamito's back.
Korimo's eyes glittered as she explained the spell. "You are now and forever my servant, whether or not I'm around. If you disobey me or betray me, the magic in that feather will kill you instantly. I would suggest that you do nothing to trigger it. And yes, the magic is still there when you aren't a bird." She smirked a bit. Fukamito said nothing, and Korimo moved on to the second spell.
With a few more herbs, the fire glowed a brilliant blue, and Korimo began chanting again.
"The embers glow, the spell unfolds
Beside the fire, under the moon
Your loyalty is now assured
And yet the time to leave is soon
As you are, I need more from you,
Using this spell seals the deal
Where you will go you spy for me
And what you see to me is real" the fire billowed out, surrounding Korimo and Fukamito. The crow fluttered his wings nervously. Korimo didn't notice, her eyes were closed again and she was muttering under her breath. Her eyes snapped open, and magic the same bright color as the flames connected the two. The sparkling wave flew to Fukamito's eyes, opening them as wide as they can go. Korimo continued to chant, and in a flash the fire went out.
The moon went behind a cloud, and Korimo sat on a tree stump nearby with a sigh.
"You are now officially my servant and spy. Whatever you see will me mine to see and record, as I wish. Again, disobey me and you die instantly, with or without my knowledge." She closed her eyes, basking in the moonlight as the clouds were blown away.
"Something wrong, Korimo-sama?"
"No, it's nothing."
"Something wrong Milady?" Korimo was jerked out of her flashback by her servant.
Korimo placed a hand on her forehead, and looked up at the moon. "It's nothing Fukamito, I must be more tired than I thought."
"Don't worry Milady, the moonlight will restore your strength soon enough."
She smiled dryly. "Thanks. Now let's go."
The next morning, Seto Kaiba was awoken by a persistent poking to his side. He groaned, rolled over, and then heard his little brother.
"Seto? You awake?" the little boy stood over him with big, worried eyes, poking him until he sat up.
Kaiba rubbed one eye. "Yeah, I'm up...what is it Mokuba?"
"Do you know what I did yesterday afternoon?"
Kaiba was waking up for real by now. "What kind of question is that? I don't know."
"I don't either...but my homework isn't done, and I can't remember what happened."
Kaiba sighed, resigned to getting up an hour earlier than he would have liked. "Well don't worry about it and do your homework now, okay little brother?"
"Okay Seto!" Mokuba smiled and ran off.
