A/N: Bloop, still alive. Take this chapter and begone with it.
Knock. Knock.
She could see light from under the door, meaning that Alex was definitely inside. He was an energy freak and would never leave the lights on if he was out. She waited for a few minutes, scowling impatiently, before grabbing the spare key hidden under the mat in front of the door. She swung the door open, intending to berate her friend for not answering the door, then stopped in her tracks. "Alex, are you reading manga again?"
The ginger hardly looked up from his book, too engrossed in the story to meet her eyes. He was sprawled out on a couch, holding up the book towards the ceiling so he could read. She scowled and marched forward, grabbing the book from out of his hands. Immediately, he looked up to meet her eyes and weakly protested, "Come on, El. I'm in the middle of the part when Kassim's talking to Alibaba."
"We have a project to work on, in case you've forgotten." The black haired girl rolled her eyes, taking off her blue backpack and setting it down on the ground. "And I doubt the professor will appreciate you going on and on about Rukh instead of genetic engineering."
"Point taken," Alex acknowledged, and he quickly bounced up to his feet. "Want something from the kitchen? I can go make us some hot chocolate."
"Alex," Elliot groaned, but the ginger hummed cheerfully and ignored her. Sighing, Elliot glanced around the house, sitting down on the couch somewhat awkwardly. "Where are your parents?"
"Off on a business trip," Alex called from the kitchen. In a few moments, he reappeared in the living room, carefully balancing a tray with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and a few snacks. "Pocky?" He offered.
"Idiot," she murmured fondly, accepting the sweet.
"Don't worry, though, you can meet them next time," Alex spoke up, casually sipping his drink as he sat down beside her. Elliot rolled her eyes, taking a gulp of hot chocolate before replying.
"The way you say that makes it sound like we're dating."
"We could if you want to," Alex offered nonchalantly, his green eyes glittering with mischievous humor. Elliot almost spat out her hot chocolate, choking a bit. She pounded her chest in an effort to calm herself down and glared at her friend (who was looking very amused and pleased with himself).
"You did that on purpose."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Alex said cheerfully, leaning back on the couch. "But I'm serious, you know. They want to meet that-one-bipolar-classmate I'm always talking about."
"I'm not bipolar," Elliot scowled, but she knew that he was just teasing.
"Sorry, I meant extremely hot-headed and stubborn," Alex deadpanned. "I'm still trying to figure out if you have a superiority or inferiority complex."
"When you figure that out, tell me," she said dryly. "But are you sure they want to meet me just because of...well, me?"
"They know about your Dad," Alex admitted, "But it's not like they're asking to have dinner with him, you know. They want to meet you. Speaking of which, how's your Mom?"
"Same old, same old," Elliot answered, gaze darkening. "Saying she's going to meet up with an old friend and coming back home drunk at three in the morning smelling of cologne. It's a miracle that the press hasn't caught word of her activities by now."
"Hey, El…"
"Mm?"
"Are you...okay?"
She blinked in surprise at the suddenly heavy atmosphere. "Why wouldn't I be? I mean, sure it's annoying, but I got over the fact that my mom's a cheater a long time ago."
"I guess," Alex sighed, the conversation shifting from its serious tone back into a more playful one. There was a glint in the ginger's eyes that she immediately recognized. His expression spelled 'trouble', and Elliot scooched away an inch or two warily. "Well…" he purposely trailed off.
"Alex…" she said warningly.
"If you're ever lonely, feel free to leap into my arms," Alex said with a shit eating grin, latching onto her arm. It was obvious that the boy was amused by how uncomfortable Elliot looked. "What, don't like the idea of hugging me?" He teased, and she pushed him off of her.
"Of course not," she scoffed. "Stop being stupid."
"I mean it, though." His eyes were shining with sincerity that made her pause. Elliot bit her lip, rolling her eyes.
She punched him in the arm lightly, muttering, "Yeah, yeah. Let's start working on the project."
"You're heading somewhere."
Yamuraiha's hands froze, hovering above the doorknob uncertainly. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and glanced at her roommate who was lying in bed, face covered by her bedsheets. "Yes, I am," she said evenly. Although her expression was placid, inwardly Yamuraiha was already freaking out and frantically searching for possible excuses for her strange behavior. She had been sure that Alyasa had fallen asleep already: the brunette had headed straight to bed after sulkily learning that she was placed into Group B. It seemed as if she had miscalculated, and it'd be hard to write off her behavior as something non suspicious.
"...I see."
"You're not going to report me?" Despite the gravity of the situation, Yamuraiha couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
"Nah, not like it'd make a difference," Alyasa grumbled, the bedsheets muffling her voice. "You'd find a way to get out of it, anyways. You're too smart."
Of all the things that her roommate could've said, that wasn't what Yamuraiha expected. Glancing at the door wistfully for a moment, Yamuraiha turned away from it. The tealette strolled over to Alyasa's side somewhat curiously. Wondrously, she commented, "That's probably the nicest thing you've said to me yet. Are you...alright?"
"Shut up," Alyasa snapped, her head popping up from under the covers. "You don't know anything about me."
Ah, that was probably the wrong thing to say. Yamuraiha had almost forgotten that she was surrounded by teenagers (children, really) that still had their erratic mood swings. Raising her hands up placatingly, Yamuraiha amended, "That came out wrong, sorry. But you seem a bit...down. Do you want to talk about it?"
"Who are you, now, a counselor?" Yamuraiha inwardly admired the girl's easy deflection. Her roommate's shoulders suddenly sagged, her forest green eyes lowering to the bedsheets as she picked at the sheets sulkily. "It's not fair…" she mumbled, and Yamuraiha sensed that the girl just needed time to rant. The tealette stayed silent. "You're so smart, and you're only a kid. And those two guys are both smart too. Dad said that it's normal for kids my age to be in Group B, yet both you and Lynn got into Group A easily. I bet if Sera wanted to, he could've done something and gotten into Group A too. You know, if he tried harder. But he's all about that sappy 'I don't need to be the best' bullshit. Give me a break."
It then dawned on Yamuraiha that despite everything, her roommate was still a teenage girl. And from listening to the girl's rant, it seemed as if she had some insecurities about herself. Yamuraiha had never been the most eloquent speaker: in both this life and her past life. She had always preferred to leave the emotional comfort to Alex in her past life.
(Oh God, she was looking at her, expecting a response, expecting something from her. She was expecting her to comfort her, to offer advice, to...to…)
(There were just so many expectations that she couldn't live up to.)
(She didn't know what to do.)
"Not everyone is the same," Yamuraiha tried lamely, and before she knew it, the words were tumbling out of her mouth in a mass of jumbled sentences. "Your father is right: Lynn and I are both extremely unusual. Maybe it's natural intelligence, like you seem to think. Or maybe we just have a strong motivation to learn more. I can't really say. For me, magic has always been a source of wonder: something that I wanted to learn more about. Not only that, but I wanted to live up to the expectations that people have for me...back home. There's probably something that you have a passion for, and for me, it's magic. Being able to combine all kinds of spells and creating new ones...it thrills me. You're not unintelligent: far from that. For your age, your prowess is extremely impressive. I just suppose that some things come easier to certain people, but that doesn't mean that you're not bright. You just need time."
Alyasa stared at her for a moment.
Yamuraiha shifted awkwardly in her shoes.
"That," her roommate said evenly, "...was the worse pep talk, ever."
"Thanks, I try," Yamuraiha mumbled.
"...but thanks."
Yamuraiha was getting somewhat uncomfortable thanks to the less hostile atmosphere. She was not hardwired to deal with fluff, or friendship feels, or whatever else Alex might have labelled this scene if he saw it. "Alright, so I need to go somewhere," she mumbled. "Be back soon."
Alyasa didn't reply, but that itself was acknowledgment of her statement. Yamuraiha felt a smile threatening to break out on her face and quickly masked it, turning around and exiting the room.
"You came," Erik said in a somewhat impressed tone. The raven haired man was slouching back in his chair lethargically, olive green eyes observing her as a scientist did with a particularly interesting specimen. Tapping his pen against the desk in front of him absentmindedly, he asked, "How'd you get past the sentries guarding the dorms?"
"Same move that I used during my first fight," Yamuraiha explained idly, taking a seat in the empty chair facing him. "I used water droplets to bend the moonlight. Since it was already pretty dark, it wasn't that hard to slip out unnoticed. Lynn does it all the time to train, apparently."
"He's a smart kid," Erik admitted. "I wasn't expecting that much from him."
"Neither did I, when I first saw him," Yamuraiha agreed, flashing Erik the piece of paper that he had handed to her before. In a showy, somewhat superfluous gesture, Yamuraiha burned the note with a small tap of her staff. She drawled, "It's impressive for a person of his age to be so advanced. It makes me jealous, in all honesty."
"But you do have to look at yourself, as well," Erik pointed out. His face, which had previously been a relaxed, somewhat amused expression, quickly shifted to a darker one. "Anyways, discussing that blondie wasn't the reason I called you here. I wanted to ask you now before you did anything stupid: how did you get here?"
Yamuraiha sent him a confused look, which definitely didn't fool the man. "I have no idea what you're talking about," Yamuraiha deadpanned.
"Look, we don't have time for games. I'd give us approximately two hours before one of the sentries discovers you're missing. Given that you came from Musta'sim, they'd mark you as a suspicious figure for the rest of your time in Magnoshutatt," Erik revealed. Yamuraiha had to grudgingly agree with his evaluation of the situation.
"I came through the desert, like I said," Yamuraiha's eyebrows creased. Now she was truly confused. It didn't seem as if the man suspected her as a spy, which she thought was the reason he called her here...so, what exactly did Erik mean?
"Through your sleep? No, you'd probably be more desperate to get back. A sinkhole?" Erik mused, and with each word Yamuraiha was getting more and more confused. He wasn't making any sense. "No, not right either. If it's not one of those, then maybe...death. Well, judging by your reaction during the mental trial, I'd say...drowning?"
That word made Yamuraiha's blood run cold, and before she could even think, she was lunging for his throat. "Tell me exactly how or why you know about me," Yamuraiha hissed, and although to anyone else the question may have seemed extremely vague, she knew that Erik would understand. Erik, in contrast to Yamuraiha's tense posture, seemed unbothered by the fact that he was being held up in the air by a girl who was (physically) half his age.
"Teal hair," he mused, unperturbed. He sounded nonchalant: irritatingly so. "They had told me about a girl with teal hair, before. Raiha...you're not really Raiha, are you? You're Yamuraiha."
"I'm not her," Yamuraiha growled immediately, and she gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut, trying to calm herself down. Slowly, after a few breaths, she let go of the older man, sinking back into her chair. "Sorry, I lost my composure," she apologized halfheartedly, shoulders sagging. "But...you owe me answers."
"I don't really."
Yamuraiha's voice had lost the furious tone she adopted before. Instead, she spoke with a quiet intensity. "You called me out here in the dead of the night, revealed that you know that I died, and discovered my real name. You're risking my tuition at Magnoshutatt right now, and every second that passes here is an opportunity for someone to discover that I'm missing. And you tell me you don't owe me answers?"
"Alright, alright. You've made your point. Sit back down completely and I'll tell you what I know," Erik rolled his eyes. Yamuraiha blinked and realized that she must have gotten up from her seated position while talking to him, and sat back down. As soon as she did, he asked her, "How much do you know of the future?"
"I want answers first."
"How much." It wasn't a question anymore.
Yamuraiha gave up and spoke to Erik as she would to an equal who knew as much as she did. Whether or not the man knew what she meant, she didn't know: Erik had a complete poker face expression on his face. "I'm assuming that this place is secure, and the contents of our discussion are not being leaked right now?" Erik didn't answer, but that was confirmation in itself. "Up to a certain point: I died sometime during the middle of the Final Arc," She licked her chapped lips and demanded, "Answers."
"Fair enough." Erik seemed to pause for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts. Then, he began, "When I was a little boy, my parents used to tell me about a different world. A world with large buildings that seemed to scrape the sky itself, a world of many different cultures and countries that didn't completely coexist, just like this world. That world, they had told me, was where they originally belonged."
Yamuraiha stayed silent, allowing for the man to continue. "My mother was a dreamer. She always told me about how she thought she could change this world for the better, for everyone to live happily. She knew things about this world's future. Manga, she had told me. Reading them was her hobby from Back Then. On the other hand, my father knew nothing about this world. He had told me that he thought he had just been reincarnated with his memories intact, but when he met my mother, he realized he wasn't the only one who was from That World."
Erik's eyes seemed to soften as he continued explaining to her. "At first, they searched far and wide for a way to return to That World. Eventually, they realized it was useless, and instead began to embrace this world. From what they told me, there were others like them...like you. They always told me not to tell anyone about their secrets, though. My mother always said…"
Seeing that the man was becoming lost in his thoughts, Yamuraiha prompted him. "...said?"
"'Al Tharmen hasn't discovered people like us, yet. We must keep it that way'," he quoted, and a shiver ran down Yamuraiha's spine. Erik's eyes slid over to her, and he continued, "My father passed away: his ship was lost at sea thanks to a storm. It hurt at first, but my mother and I got along without him. But...eventually, my mother caught a disease. She realized she was dying, so she began to lock herself up in her room for days at a time. Later, I found out that she was writing: she was copying down every single detail of this world's future that she could remember, along with all of the theories that my father and she had come up with. She told me to go to Magnoshutatt, where I'd be safe, as I had quickly developed magical abilities. And in the case that I ever met someone like them, I was to help them."
She wasn't alone.
That thought alone was enough to make Yamuraiha want to crawl in a hole and die (she thought she was done with Earth), but at the same time it also caused for a strange feeling to buoy in her chest. She wasn't alone. There were others like her. There was a feeling of belonging that comforted her, as much as she'd like to deny it. "How'd you know I was...like your parents, though?" Yamuraiha questioned.
"The Rukh around you," Erik explained, and at Yamuraiha's jolt, the man quickly continued, "It isn't obvious to the other magicians, you don't have to worry about that. The only reason I realized it was because I've grown up with that feeling of nothingness that accompanies people like you. At first, I thought it was that blondie, since you were always around him. But during the mental trial, I realized that it was you."
"Interesting…" Yamuraiha glanced up at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"Yeah, well...sorry, but you're not a special snowflake," Erik deadpanned. "Although it's quite interesting that you were reborn into a...canon, was that the term?" At Yamuraiha's nod, he continued, "...canon character. I doubt you'll find any other characters in the same predicament as you: throwing one large pebble into the pond is already enough."
"So it was just my luck of the draw that I was reborn as Yamuraiha?" Yamuraiha asked, and at Erik's shrug she rolled her eyes. "Well, I wonder if everyone is reborn into different worlds…" she mused. "That would be quite interesting. But why would I be reborn in a fictional world?"
"Maybe it isn't fiction," Erik suggested. "Perhaps the creator of that...manga had originally been from this world, and by a fluke still remembers his past life. Or, maybe, his subconscious remembers. Alternatively, maybe this world is fiction in your world, and we're all living a lie. Or, maybe there's the idea of parallel universes. There's a universe where this world is fiction, and there's a universe with you. We'll probably never know."
"I still wonder, though...why am I here?" Yamuraiha sighed, leaning back in her chair more. For some reason, being able to throw back and forth random ideas and theories was soothing: before, she hadn't had anyone to talk to about this kind of thing. And although she still thought Erik was a bastard (being the vengeful creature she was, Yamuraiha definitely was going to get back at him someday for the mental trial), he was a smart one. "A fluke? Or am I here for a purpose? I read stories in the past, you know. They always were about saving the world being our duty. 'With great knowledge comes great responsibility', and other cliche nonsense like that. But...am I here to change things? Or if I change things, will that only make things worse?"
"Whatever it is, the 'Magi' world that you knew in your past life may not be like this world," Erik shrugged. "Most of the people who are reborn and remember their past lives keep quiet about it, you know. There might be some who've changed things, slightly, but I doubt so. The majority of them are like my father: people who don't recognize this world or know of its future. Basically, those who haven't read about this world in their past life."
For a moment, Yamuraiha froze as she seemed to recall ginger hair and green eyes. Quickly, she shook herself out of it. There was no way.
"...name." Yamuraiha blinked and realized that she had spaced out on Erik. She sent him a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. The olive green eyed man hardly looked pleased, but he sighed and repeated, "What's your real name? I'm not about to be calling you 'Raiha' when we're alone, now that I know that's a lie, but if you don't want to be called Yamuraiha…"
Yamuraiha weighed her options for a moment, but decided that no harm could really come out of giving it to him. "Elliot," she whispered. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders as soon as the name escaped her lips. Words became tumbling out much more easy than before, and she volunteered, "My name was Elliot. But everyone called me 'El'."
She was waiting for some kind of reaction: negative or positive, she wasn't really sure. Erik was studying her with the intensity of a scientist, and she knew that her face must have belied some of her emotions. His lips twisted into something between in smirk and a sneer, but it wasn't an expression of judgment: more of amusement, if any. "Such a boyish name," Erik snorted. "Did your parents want a boy, or something?"
"I guess," Yamuraiha replied noncommittally, shrugging. All the tension in her form disappeared. The tealette stood up, shoving her hands into her robe pockets. "But anyways, I should be getting back, now. I have classes tomorrow, so I need to sleep. Being a kid is annoying." The last statement was more of a complaint mumbled to herself, but being the perceptive person he was, Erik caught it.
"How old were you when you died?" Erik raised an eyebrow.
"A young adult," Yamuraiha shrugged again. The information wasn't really relevant, so she left it at that. "It's not that bad being a pipsqueak. Just annoying sometimes when you realize you need a drink but can't get it. Underestimation helps, though, in duels."
"What, are you going to blackmail me for booze, now?"
"Nah, it's bad for my body. I want to grow tall again, after all," Yamuraiha wrinkled her nose. It was irritating to be as short as she was, and if Yamuraiha could recall correctly, her canon self had never been that tall. "I'll be going, now."
"Don't get caught sneaking back into the dorms," Erik called, watching her receding figure. "...El."
"Yeah, yeah." She waved him off.
"You look like shit."
"Why, aren't you just a charmer in the morning?" Yamuraiha drawled, folding her arms across her chest. She was dressed in her black magician's garb, with a matching witch hat to boot (the tealette had chortled the first time she had seen the outfit), and slung around her left shoulder was a leather satchel which carried parchment and feather pens. Somewhere inside the satchel was her schedule (also known as her Maref), the paper carefully folded and slipped into the side should she forget what classes she had, but Yamuraiha doubted it'd be of much use to her anymore. She had spent a lengthy amount of time the night before memorizing her schedule, not to mention she had spent the majority of the morning wheedling any tidbits of information she could about the instructors from Alyasa.
Lynn looked irritatingly perfect. His blonde hair, still pulled up in his usual feminine ponytail, starkly contrasted against the black robes. Not a strand of hair was out of place, and his blue eyes were awake and sharp. Yamuraiha immediately labelled him as the kind of person to look aware of his surroundings no matter the time of day, and scowled. She had never been a morning person, and it was no surprise that her appearance looked much more haggard than her blonde companion's.
"Just speaking the truth. You're already unfeminine as it is, but with your current appearance you look more like the dead than a man or woman," Lynn deadpanned. Yamuraiha inwardly seethed at his words, but plastered on a serene smile.
"Let's try not to make a scene in the hallway," Yamuraiha said, eyebrow twitching as she tried to maintain a friendly aura around her. It was hard to do, staring at Lynn's derisive and almost smug face, but the blonde eventually relented. Cordially, she continued, "I'm assuming, due to the small number of magicians in Group A, that we have the same schedule?"
"Magical theory, history, dueling, economics, then a class specializing it your magic type, correct?" Lynn listed off easily, counting each class with a finger. "I heard that some instructors for Group A might even send out letters of recommendations for Zemi."
"Zemi?" Yamuraiha asked, but before Lynn was able to answer, Sera came barrelling into the conversation.
Beaming, the white haired boy clutched onto his bag and asked the two, "Are you both excited? We're about to have our first day of lessons, here."
Yamuraiha and Lynn exchanged glances before a small smile appeared on Yamuraiha's face. Laughing, she nodded. "I guess I'm rather excited. I've been anticipating this for awhile," she admitted. "But what's 'Zemi'?"
"High-level Maref," Sera explained. "Usually, first-year students don't get the privilege of doing them this year, but they've introduced some changes into the curriculum. Most are theoretical, like 'Magic Military Strategy' or 'Possibility of Teleportation'. But there's other interesting ones that have started, like 'Djinn Research'. Ever since Dungeon Conquerors have begun to gain notoriety, like Sinbad, people have been expressing interest in such a class. They're taken after regular classes." Ah, now Yamuraiha recognized it. Aladdin had taken one of them...Something about the manipulation of the Rukh that eventually led him to discover how Magnoshutatt was dealing with Dark Rukh.
"Well, that'd be an interesting pastime," Yamuraiha mused. Not to mention it would be valuable data which she could pass back to Musta'sim, but it wasn't like the tealette was going to blurt out that small bit of information. Speaking of which…
Yamuraiha could feel the other piece of parchment inside of her satchel weighing heavily upon it. Inside, scrawled in barely legible writing, was a complete summary of the tests and requirements to enter Magnoshutatt Academy, along with a list of scrolls in the Musta'sim library that assisted her in scoring well on the theoretical portion. She wasn't sure if the king would actually use the information or not: Musta'sim probably didn't have that many people with sorcerer's abilities left after their purge, and the probability of them getting another infiltrator into the Academy was slim to none.
Even so, the data would be deemed 'useful' and 'usable' enough, and it would buy her time to learn more about the Academy. Her handwriting was nearly illegible, but she knew for sure that there'd be one person who'd be able to read it in the castle: he had, after all, grown up reading her chicken scratch for most of his life.
Just in case the message was intercepted, however, Yamuraiha had made sure to code its contents, leaving only one uncoded page as a reference. They'd figure it out soon enough: Yamuraiha didn't doubt Nick's intelligence at all.
The real problem was how to get the message to Musta'sim, something that she had been working on all the way back in Musta'sim.
At first, Yamuraiha had tried to research Light Magic farther. Space-Time Magic was a subtype of Light Magic, and she was hoping that she'd be able to utilize it and create small portals (or, as they were called by in more technical terms, transfer magic circles) to facilitate the transfer of information. Unfortunately, she discovered that was near impossible: the sheer amount of Magoi required to open one portal would cause too much of a strain for her body.
If she was a Magi, of course, that'd be a different story. Longingly, Yamuraiha wished she had the same powers as Aladdin. It just seemed so easy with such a limitless supply of fuel. But Yamuraiha knew such a thing was impossible. "Loved by the Rukh", her ass. It felt as if the Rukh, as non-living (although that term was debatable) as it was, disliked her.
Instead, Yamuraiha could risk the possibility of getting caught by employing a human messenger, or she could try using Wind Magic. She had also looked into Clairvoyance Magic: a subtype of magic that didn't really fall under any main type. Unfortunately, she realized that she'd only be able to communicate with people through that magic, and although the thought of talking to Mira or Dunya was tempting, she refrained from doing so. It was too easy to get caught if she spent hours at a time talking to a crystal orb or the sorts.
Wind Magic it is, then, the girl sighed. If Yamuraiha was able to find the opportunity to do so, she could create a gust of wind strong enough to propel the scroll back to Musta'sim. It didn't have to be a large, awesome spell like the tornadoes characteristic of Wind Magic: just a simple gust of wind would do.
She shut her eyes, mentally chanting to herself. 30 degrees to the Northwest, about three thousand kilometers away. She'd have to aim carefully, not to mention she'd have to make sure that she'd have enough Magoi to sustain the literal messenger wind for the entire distance.
"Hey, class's about to start," Lynn's voice cut through her thoughts. The blonde scowled at her, tapping his foot impatiently. "Sera already left. Are you coming or not?"
"Ah, right," Yamuraiha nodded her head, stumbling after the magician.
When the two had entered the classroom, immediately the rest of the Group A members fell silent. It was relatively uncomfortable. But, Yamuraiha had to admit, they both were pretty unusual. Usually, only middle-aged magicians who had been training for a long time would be able to show such prowess in magic. They'd probably have to deal with underestimation.
"So these are the two young upstarts who somehow managed to make Group A."
"Can't believe it…"
"...getting younger and younger…"
Lynn ignored the whispers, setting his bag down on a desk in the back, unceremoniously sitting down and glaring at anyone who tried to stare at him. Yamuraiha pursed her lips: she wanted to sit in the back also, as it was a nice vantage point to observe the rest of the classroom and the people in it. But the only empty seat in the back left was next to Lynn.
Reluctantly, the girl set her bag down beside the blonde and sat down.
"Alright, brats!" A voice barked from the front of the room. "Maybe you're feeling self confident for getting into Group A. Awww, you special snowflakes. Well, let me tell it to you as it is: despite the fact that you are in Group A, you are first year students. Your magic is mediocre, at the very best, and I am here to guide you to be better. My name is Edith, and I'll be your Magic Theory instructor. We'll be going over the basics, first, as I'm sure not all of you did that well on the theoretical exam."
Yamuraiha sighed and slunk back in her seat. It was going to be a long day.
A/N: Ayyyy I love you guys so much! No, honestly. You're all just the sweetest people haha, and I feel bad that I can't update sooner LMAO. But anyways, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS LIKE OMG I'M SOBBING HAHAHAHA.
I'M SO SORRY I COULDN'T REPLY TO EVERYONE /SOBS. Take this chapter instead haha?
After careful consideration (and all of your encouragement like omg why have I not realized that I am not the only Magic Kaito fan out there), the Aoko!OC story will be released. If things go right, the first chapter should be right up after this haha. It'll be much shorter/drabble like than this story, less plot heavy and more...err...idk. (I'm going to regret this later, I swear.)
Also, my Magi characters still are writing themselves :o Erik...well, I had several different plans for him, but this one came most naturally to me haha so...er...sorry? IDK. I guess it's psychologically beneficial that Raiha has somebody to talk to about her reincarnation. Hopefully their talk cleared up a little bit of how my theory for reincarnation in Magi works. LOL. Basically, it's based off of the theory that Elliot/my OC is not a special snowflake. Some others are reborn in other worlds as well (with their memories intact), but tbh our weeb population is such a tiny percentage that it's unlikely they'll know the future of that world. Eh. I wanted to try something like that, instead of delving into the whole "some goddess of fate put me here" explanation that many other OC stories use. :/
*continues throwing hints about Elliot's past at you through Alex, the adorable ray of sunshine*
(Also, I don't want to include too many OCs, so that's why you're getting so much Lynn lmao. There'll be a smaaaall timeskip after this to the end of Yamuraiha's first year at Magnoshutatt mainly because you don't want to wait a gazillion years till action and canon characters, amirite?)
Anyways, thank you for reading! :D And feel free to PM me with questions or whatever you'd like to discuss lololol.
edit: Oh, forgot to mention I started an OC fanfic recommendation blog! I only recommend the best of the best lmao, so check it out on my profile if you'd like! I assume you all like OC stories lololol.