A tapping came at the door. Rozemarie went to get the door. When she opened it, a streak of something came flying through and glomped Citorn. When the figure became visible, it was a young girl with purple hair in braids.
"CITORN!" She squealed. "I BROUGHT YOU A MUFFIN!" She held up a cupcake.
"Umm, that's a cupcake…" Eido said. The girl went up and kicked him.
"No…" She held up a cupcake. "This is a muffin, and this is a," She held up a muffin. "Cupcake. Understood?" Eido just stared in confusion. The girl turned back to Citorn.
"I miss-ed you!" She said. Citorn looked in confusion.
"I'm sorry, but who are you?" He asked. The girl's smiling face turned to rage.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'Who are you?'? IT'S ME, LYRA!" She shouted in his ear while strangling him. Citorn cried out in pain.
"WAHH! Don't hurt me!" He cried. The girl, Lyra, put him down, now realizing that she was hurting the poor little kid.
"I'm sorry!" She started crying.
"It's okay, it's not that bad." Citron said, rubbing the back of his neck. Lyra glomped him once again. She squealed in joy.
Midnight, Guest Room
Citorn was running from something. It seemed like a pink laser beam. It struck him in the back and he cried out in pain. He lied on the ground and a foot came and stepped on his head.
"AHHH!" Citorn shouted out. He looked around the room. Adrian was in the bed to the left of him and Lyra in the right. It was only a dream, but his head was hurting. Suddenly, it hit him.
"I am Citorn Bell, son of King Zatch Bell and Queen Carolina. I am here in the human world to determine the mamodo king. Zatch would be forced to death if another battle didn't take place. My mother is quite the talkative type, but only around me, my father, and her friends. My father is talkative around everyone and obsesses over yellowtail fish. My book colour is grayish-pinkish. I have the power of thunder and lightning. When my power is combined with that of Lyra's, it creates the power of storm. My book owner is somewhere in this household." Citorn said quickly out loud. He rubbed the side of his head, where it hurt the most. 'What's wrong with me?' He thought. Then, he heard a horrible laughter in his head.
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MF: Yes, I know. Short chapter. If you read my friend, GrUdGe's, story, you would see that his form of Lyra is different from the form I have here. The form I am using is the older version, which is more hyper. GrUdGe changed the form for whoever knows why. Well, now that OM (Odyssey of the Mind) is over, I might be able to upload stories more often. I'm updating my slash fic collection and look forward to some other stories. Check my user-info to see more.