Of Prophecies and Lies

Allence of the Weed

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this world so do not sue me. Standard disclaimers also apply.

Chapter One

The Beauty in Oddness

Minute after agonizing minute, Kitri waited for her little sister to lose all her adrenaline. Surprisingly, it was already eleven in the evening and her little sister, by the age of six, was still alive and perky, jumping on her rickety bed.

"I hate it when oka-san sends me to sleep when I don't feel like sleeping yet." The little child complained, still jumping on her bed. "I want to stay up late and listen to your horror stories, ne-chan!"

Kitri shook her head. "Keiko-chan, little girls have to sleep early. Besides, you want to be like your big sister, right?"

Keiko stopped jumping on her rickety bed and crawled towards her older sister. "Hai! You are the best sister in the wide world!" She moved her little hands in a circular motion, symbolizing the planet. "That is why I like to be you."

You are still as innocent as ever, Keiko-chan. A smile slowly carved itself on Kitri's pale face, her crimson-amethyst pools glittering with delight. If only you had known me, you would not want to be me. "You have to sleep now, Keiko-chan. Mr. Sun awaits for you tomorrow."

Keiko pouted, thinking it would work on Kitri. "Can Mr. Sun wait a little longer?"

"Mr. Sun is not Kitri." She told her innocent sister, lovingly caressing her sister's long brown wavy locks. "Now, go to sleep before oka-san sees you again."

"Aw, can't I stay up until midnight?"

"No you can't. You know how oka-san hates it."

Finally giving up on negotiating, Keiko decided to sleep, tucking herself to bed. Kitri could easily tell that Keiko was still at her peak of sugar rush by the way her younger sister tossed and turned on her bed. "Oyasumi nasai, ne-chan." She heavily greeted, as if telling her older sister that she was not in the mood to sleep yet.

"You're a bright girl, Keiko. Oyasumi nasai." Kitri planted a good night kiss on Keiko's forehead.

"Can you tell me another scary story before I go to bed?" requested the perky little Keiko, smiling.

"I have no new stories to tell. Maybe next time, I'd be able to tell you a better one." Kitri promised, smiling in return. "Go to sleep now. You have school tomorrow."

Keiko nodded, turning on the other side and closing her tiny eyes. Kitri slowly exited her sibling's room, turning the lights off and closing the door as silent as possible. Peace finally reigned that night. It was her turn to put herself to sleep.

There might be many an adjective to describe a damsel like Kitri. She could be meek, gentle, and sweet. She could be thoughtful and smart. She could be moody, but good-natured. However, those words do not perfectly suit someone like Kitri. She was reserved, conservative, and mysterious—the kind of damsel one should hide from should something grave might happen. In addition to her queerness, Kitri's eyes had two distinct colors—crimson and amethyst. Not everyone sees the beauty that laid beneath those unique pools for it was its abnormality that went before it. Her eyes actually spoke to anyone who dared to look at it. Sadness was always what one could see, but the only one who could make her eyes shimmer like gems was her younger sister, Keiko.

One could actually tell Kitri from other young girls because of her unusually pale skin. There was no trace of albinism in her genes, thus, her doctors concluded that it was from her illness, which was anemia. Yet to her, she thought of her skin's paleness as natural and normal since she was of Mongolian decent. Kitri was a girl of contrast. The paleness of her skin contrasted the jet blackness of her ridiculously long hair. The brightness of her crimson eye contrasted the darkness of her amethyst eye. The loudness of her thoughts contrasted her strange quietness when around people. The intelligence of her mind contrasted the foolishness of her actions.

Her oddness was not only in her characteristics. Born by a former witch, the circle of witches decided to place a curse on her mother when she chose to abandon witchcraft because of settling down. After their one nightstand, her mother's soon-to-be husband died the next day. When her mother got pregnant, the witches decided to place a curse on her daughter who happened to be Kitri. A cursed seed literally rooted inside her frail body and it never left. As soon as Kitri was able to decipher things easily, things started to get gorier each day. A series of morbid events haunted her whether in dreams, when she was alone, or when doing schoolwork. At first she thought of it as products of stress, but as days progressed, her curse brought her paranoia. She learned the truth behind her queer identity when she turned 16. She had the gift of prophecy.

From this day on, her gift still lived inside her. "Take good care of it, Kitri. Only you can break its spell." Her mother always told her.

Just as she was about to go upstairs, a faint voice called her name dearly. "Kitri, are you still up?"

"Hai, oka-san." She replied, facing her mother who came from downstairs.

"Have you put Keiko to sleep?"

"Hai, oka-san."

The dimness of the lights illuminated the gentle smile of her mother. Care was all that one could see in her brown pools. It was hard for Kitri to accept and believe that her mother used to engage herself with witchcraft. Even if age dominated the aging face of her mother, it still reflected the innocence she used to have when she was still young. Yet, as she recalled her mother's background, it was indeed true that she used to belong to the dark side. Her mother used magic on them when she and Keiko were stubborn.

"Rest now, my child. Your flight schedule tomorrow is at seven in the morning. You need to have a good sleep." Her mother said, echoing concern.

"What about Keiko?"

"I'll tell her everything the next day. You need not to worry."

Kitri yawned, wiping the tears from the side of her eyes afterwards. "Okay. Oyasumi nasai, oka-san." With that, Kitri continued her journey to her bedroom, her sanctuary.

The last door upstairs opened, revealing a very unusual room for a damsel. One could not see a trace of stuffed animals, a collection of jewelries, a huge vanity mirror, or a box of love letters. It only contained a single bed, covered in crimson, a huge glass window that hid behind a crimson-laced curtain, an old wooden desk, several books about spiritual things, and photographs pinned on the wooden walls. Her love for gore was evident the painting she once created out of boredom. Now, it rested on the wall.

At the corner of her room, she saw her bag, half-opened. She was still unfinished with her packing. Her closet was still full of clothes and her drawers were overflowing with varieties of things. Without wasting another second, Kitri continued packing. A gush of wind greeted the young damsel.

"Oh, Kitri, I hope you haven't forgotten me."

There It was again like a thief in the night. Kitri shook her head in disbelief.

"What brings you here?" she asked coldly, facing the wooden door. As she had expected, an androgynous form slowly sculpted Itself before her eyes, revealing It, her greatest nightmare.

"What brought me here, you ask." It smiled sinisterly at her. "Let's just say I wanted to see you one last time."

Kitri snorted. "Yeah right," she mumbled, rolling her unique pair of orbs, "like you'd never see me again."

"What was that, o-hime?"

"Stop calling me o-hime." The young girl demanded. "You sound creepy."

It snickered. "I love it when you say that."

Kitri only ignored It in reply. She continued stuffing things inside her bag until It teleported in front of her, grinning devilishly as if suggesting something Kitri could not decipher well enough. "Can you not see that I am busy?"

"Has anyone told you that you're such a beautiful lady especially when you're mad?"

Kitri stopped and gave It a stern look. "Urusai." She coldly muttered.

Before Kitri could utter another word, It grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her on the wall. For what seemed like seven horrendous seconds, the cold and piercing golden brown orbs seemed to undress every essence of Kitri's womanhood. She tried not to show her fear, but her crimson-amethyst pools betrayed her, showing her vulnerability. Seeing the beautiful creature before It, Itflashed an evil grin.

"Yame te, onegai." Kitri pleaded, her voice was shaky. She tried to force Its calloused hands off her wrists, but to her dismay, she was too weak to do it. Exaggeratingly unbelievable, the spell Itcreated was stronger and more powerful than her willpower and physical strength combined. The more she pushed herself away, the more effective the spell got. Escape was but a plan and it remained that way. Eyeing the now fragile damsel, It could only think of something malevolent.

"LET ME G—" A gentle smack landed on the damsel's lips, cutting her cry for plea.

For what seemed like ten seconds, It stole a kiss from Kitri, gently pressing Its lips to hers as Its grip tightened, making her whimper. With eyes shut, Kitri could only imagine what It was doing to her that moment. She made an effort to release herself from Its clutches, but much to her dismay, her body disobeyed her. She could feel the pressure on her average breasts as it inched closer to Its chest, her torso arching up in accord. With hands clenching bruised wrists, It went on, exploring the curves hidden inside semi-loose clothing.

Kitri fought the fire burning inside her frail frame. Sure, she loathed It, but her hormones seemed to enjoy every arousing second. Her body, immobilized and too weak, followed what It ordered as It naughtily caressed her butt cheeks, slowly venturing underneath a piece of clothing that was her skirt. Kitri tried to free her bruised wrists once more as she defied her hormones as well. Somehow, the effect of Its magic seemed to break, but upon realizing Kitri's desire to let go, It released Kitri's now moist lips and her bruised wrists as well, giving her a stern look.

"You're mine, Kitri. You should know that by now." It stated, licking Its lips. "Not even your biological mother can own you."

Kitri panted hard, still recovering from the almost intense scene she and It shared. She helplessly and slowly fell on the floor, glaring at It. "Shit." She shook her head. "You are talking shit!"

It immediately grabbed her cheeks, pinching them inwardly. "And who gave you the right to speak to me that way?" A tongue of fire could or might appear in Its eyes that moment. Kitri said something muffled as she returned Its deadly glare to It. It might have realized that It was harming Kitri as it carefully let go of the damsel's cheeks.

"Gomen nasai, o-hime." It apologized, inching away from Kitri who was still glaring at It. If only the witches had bestowed to her the gift of melting through staring, It would be the first in her list. Just you wait, she thought.

"I don't need your apology, if you care to know." Kitri retorted angrily, standing up and dusting herself off. "Would you mind? I am busy." With that, Kitri shoved It away as she made her way through her things that she was packing earlier.

It could have left her with that attitude, but instead, It appeared before her, blocking what she was about to do.

"I told you, I'm busy! I have a flight to catch!" She thumped Its chest hard, hard enough to send him to the floor. Yet as Kitri was about to hit It again, It vanished in a blink of an eye and reappeared behind her, forcefully embracing her. Its hands rested on the sides of her upper hips and Kitri knew that she was not going to like what would happen next.

"I'm going to miss being this close to you again." It tightened its embrace as its hands continued to examine the not-so-lustful curves of the young prophetess. Slowly, Its embrace loosened as Its lips found Its way to the back of her neck, sending unexplainable chills traveling all over her body. Kitri fought her hormonal urges, pinching Its naughty hands as strong and as powerful as she could, thinking It would let go. Yet It did not stop.

"STOP!" yelled Kitri. She managed to free herself from Its call to temptation. She gave It a deadly glare. "if you want to ease my loads somehow, please stop bugging me." She pleaded, her mood switched from angry to temperate.

Kitri proceeded to packing, not minding It anymore. She started stuffing things inside her bag when It materialized before her one last time.

"I am deeply hurt with the way you are acting, o-hime. But just to please you, I will leave you." It slowly faded, feet first, as glitters of black and violet scattered and became one with the molecules that the air carried. "Sayonara, o-hime. Have a safe trip." With that, It left no trace of existence inside the prophetess room of crimson. It never let Its presence felt again.

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Thank you, Hibaku, for the suggestion :)