...I have a problem. I can't stop writing chapters for this story! I need a doctor, someone help!
Well anyways, disclaimer is in the first chapter. I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and will enjoy this one just as much! :D I was going to add Yunan in here and some certain aspects of Magi that makes it Magi, but I deleted it and redid the last half. Seriously hope you guys like!
I'm surprised I already have favorites, reviews, and follows. It's simply amazing guys!
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Anyways, to the reviews!
Mitsuyuki-Hime~
Thank you for the positive criticism. It just popped into my head when I woke up and just had to write the idea down. Now I can't even stop writing! And really? Well, now I can see the resemblance between Yunan and the grandfather, but as it was hinted in the first chapter, the actual Magi story had happened thousands of years ago... but maybe he is. :P Who knows what I might pull in here.
And yeah, she has the mental capacity of a twelve to thirteen year old at the time, but I think in this chapter, her true age shows throughout part of it. She gains mental age quickly, so adapting to new conditions is easy for her and thinking is quite simple, but also quite complex for the girl. And yeah, Sinner is rubbing off on me with the sadism to my OC, but worry naught! Fritz will never be forgotten! He's even the cover... :3 And by Oliver, do you mean 2P England or someone else? Anyways, he has an important role so you'll see him... sometime... later... soon... I don't know which chapter, but he'll reappear... or maybe not. Who knows how cruel I may be to poor Alima-chan. :P
"She didn't know what to do. She couldn't think straight for a while. The only person to ever care for her was now dead. All she knew was that she needed to do something. She was sold quickly in an auction, but still was kept in Rei-"
A series of knocks came to the door, "Dad, Nevaeh, it's time to eat. Would you like to eat in the room or come out and join us?" It was a feminine voice that tinkled like bells with a hint of sarcasm in her last sentence.
Grandfather put a hand up to stop Nevaeh from saying something rash to her mother, "Synthia, I'm getting a little tired with my age creeping up on me. I hope you don't mind letting Nevaeh continue her conversation with me and eat in here, will you?"
The other side of the door went silent for a moment before a strained "Of course" came through, quick steps heard outside of the Grandfather's door. He sighed and looked at the gawking girl, "Now, shall we continue as we eat?"
Nevaeh nodded eagearly, "Yes, I want to know how Alima-sama gets through all of this. She's so... her story is so mind-warping already."
The old man chucckled, "Of course, I was awed like you when I first heard this story. I still get intrigued by the woman today. She turns into quite the character."
Nevaeh smiled, "I'm sure she does."
The two ate in a peaceful silence and Nevaeh was left to mull in her thoughts.
She wondered what it would be like to meet her, if she could come into contact with Rukh, if she could meet her just once and talk with her. She was thirsting for knowledge, reminding her of the first Imperial Prince of Kou. Nevaeh always forgot who's name was who's except for Kougyokou since they were all so similar, no matter their different personalities.
The same person came to knock at the door, Grandfather beckoning them inside. On the other side of the door was a woman with dark brown hair that reached her waist and waved lazily, light brown eyes underneath her thick fringe that covered her forehead and immediately stopped at her eyebrows. She held a platter with two plates filled with Indian curry and brown rice, making Nevaeh lick her lips, "Thank you mom. This looks amazing." She gave her a giant smile, wiping the irritated expression on the woman's face, "Well dad, Nevaeh, you two have fun okay? Dad, don't tell her weird things that'll make her go crazy like you, okay?"
He nodded and she left with a relieved smile on her face and a hug to her father. As she closed the door behind her the old man grumbled, "I'm not crazy so nothing I say to you will make you go crazy either. That child of mine..." Nevaeh giggled. Her family relations were small, but their small family made up for it with crazy antics and new things all the time, making sure everyone knew everything going wrong with each other. It was annoying, but it also constructed a bond most families didn't have, even with fifty relatives.
They finished their food roughly around the same time in twenty minutes and Nevaeh's Granfather stretched his arms and legs, "Well, I guess you want me to continue with the story."
Nevaeh nodded eargerly, making her grandfather chuckle, "Alright, I get it. So, she had made herself gain a new last name, Fritz's, and had been sold to another who only cared for her enough to eat and survive. She was in the arena everyday, hoping that one day, she'd become strong enough to get rid of the chains that held her down, to not fight for every breath she breathed, but it wasn't that easy. And what was happening to her, scared her. She was changing.
"Her first kill wasn't all that easy, but it was easy for her to stomach. It scared her how she didn't care. It made her feel Fritz had died in vain, letting a child who didn't even value others enough to wallow when they died. It made her laugh the first time she killed, blood poured all over her as she laughed. As she killed more, hunted for more blood, she was quickly nicknamed the 'icy blood thief' from how quickly she went for as much blood as she could and from her dubbed 'love for it' along with her cold attitude towards the dead.
"In truth, she hated it. She hated the name, she hated the blood. She hated the dead bodies. And she hated how she didn't care when they died. It made her feel disgusted with herself."
...
Alima took a breath as she smelled the heavy, copper-like metallic fragrance fill the air. It was like an invisible fog as it cloaked around her body. The sword in hand was now on the floor, looking at the now dead body in front of her. A scowl pushed up onto her face as she quickly kicked it as hard as she could, flipping it to the nearby wall before falling limply face down.
She didn't want to look at the broken body. The copper-gold hair that reached their now closed blue eyes. That stupid smile that stretched across the boy's face as he had died, knowing he wouldn't be tied to Earth any longer. It made her sick at how he looked so much like Fritz, how she had to pierce a blade through his body and kill him.
Why, why didn't she feel any remorse for killing? It didn't make any sense. She's seen people break down, lose themselves, feel guilt, pain, try to get the blood off of them as best as they could the first time they did so. Even after the first time.
It was a painful death as well, making it even worse. And even worse, was how he looked like Fritz. She didn't leave unscathed, but they weren't as painful as what the dead body in front of her had to go through.
What was wrong with her. This didn't feel right, but it didn't feel wrong. She was going crazy. She knew it. She didn't even feel disgusted when blood first splayed on her skin. No, it made her feel fascinated by the blood. She didn't feel guilt as she watched pain contort on people's faces. There was definitely something wrong with her.
She was like stone.
Alima was terrible.
Fritz would be disgusted at what she'd just done, no matter if she did it unknowingly.
It would be because of her lack of emotions.
Disgusting, disgusting just so disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingdisgustingd-
Alima ignored the cheering crowd.
She was a monster. First killing Fritz when he tried to protect someone like her. Then killed a slave who had put in because of their disgusting master.
She was worse than those slave drivers and owners.
And Alima didn't care. Instead, she laughed.
She was the dark she always talked about. There was no light inside of her.
She was what she told Fritz about. She was the one who wiped out that once source of light, that once firefly who would've called out all the rest.
Alima was a terrible person and she didn't care.
Alima didn't look at the body as she went back inside, a blank look on her face and sealing her emotions inside her. Sealing the cries of the child inside of her that threatened to come out under lock and key.
...
"T-That terrible! How dare they do such things-"
"Calm down Nevaeh, I haven't told you the entire part of this... matter yet."
"...There's more."
"Yes."
"She'll go through more pain."
"Yes."
"Wil she live."
"Yes."
"Then I apologize Grandpa, I overreacted."
"There's no need. I reacted like you did as well when I first heard this story. Now, as I was saying. She had gone back..."
...
Alima stared at the man in front of her. He had long silver hair that was tied to the left of his face in a bow-like fashion, a prominent mustache atop his upper lip. The man, who called himself 'Shambal Ramal', was now in front of her with a grin, "You.. bought me?"
He nodded, his crossed arms now untangling to fall at his sides, "I did."
"Why?" Her eyes were hard, nearly glaring at him, but she quickly discarded that in fear of a beating from the unknown man.
"Your eyes," Alima furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes? Yes, they were an unnatural shade of orange, but it really wasn't anything to go by. Shambal elaborated, seeing the confusion on her face, "Your eyes reminded me of someone I know. Someone who had the promise and potential of something great, but had never seen it."
She didn't question him any further, instead looking at the ground as she always had done with her other.. owner. "Look at me," Alima obeyed his orders and looked up to look into his eyes. Why were they so soft? Was he not another who- "I'm freeing you."
Alima jumped, eyes wide, "W-What?" She couldn't hold the surprise in. "Why would you- I'm only a slave who lives for fighting! Why didn't you save the others who'd their lives in front of them, but were chained down by those people! I'm nothing. I have nothing to live for-"
"Isn't that because you haven't found something to live for? How would you know there was nothing in store for you if you never got the chance to do something? You have potential, and I'm not going to ignore it," His eyes shined as he looked at the girl, a girl who hadn't even come to turn ten, that looked at him with such eyes that showed years beyond her own. "You will be free, but I want you to be part of the Yambala Gladiators."
She narrowed his eyes at him, "I will be free, but part of a gladiator group that you yourself own?"
He nodded, "Like I said, I wish to train you and for you to be trained without people becoming suspicious, I want you to become a gladiator for me to pay for it. You will get pay, you will have a dwelling, you will have all the necessities needed for a growing boy like you, and you will be free in a year's time. You can choose to stay with us if you wish, or leave us and never come back." Alima searched his eyes, looking for anything that would show a hint of a lie. There was none, just sheer determination and promise.
She bit her lip unconsciously and stayed silent for a while before she spoke, "So you're going to take me on as an apprentice..?"
Shambal shrugged, "Well, you can put it that way if you want, but I'll warn you now. I'm not going to go easy on you to bring out your potential."
Alima nodded. It's not like there's any potential to be dealt with.
Omake: You're a Boy
"Fritz," Alima spoke out as the older boy hummed, "What is it Alima-chan?"
The girl sighed in exasperation, not bothering to tell him to stop any longer before she asked, "What is that thing between your legs?"
He suddenly stiffened. The girl, who was sitting on his lap, was now facing him and asking him about what she was unknowingly sitting on. "A-Ah, what do you mean Alima-chan..?"
Fritz shouldn't have asked that. He should not have asked that.
Alima scooted back a little ways and poked it, making him squeal in surprise, "This thing."
"Alima-chan, don't touch that!" He whined as he tried to move her off his legs. The four year old huffed, "Then tell me what it is and why I don't have one."
He bit his lip. He forgot she was a girl with him having her hair cut short so that it didn't even touch her neck. Fritz sighed before answering the girl, "This Alima-chan, i-is a p-p-p-p-p-pen-penis." His face was red by the time he said it, but his eyes were staring directly at hers with embarrassment and as much seriousness that he could bring up. He put his hands on her small shoulders, "Now Alima-chan, the only reason why you don't have one is because you're still to young. You start to grow this," At 'this', Fritz pointed at his, "when you're thirteen. Okay?"
Alima made a face, "So then.. Am I a girl or a boy?"
Fritz mentally kicked himself and looked at her with a serious face, "You're a boy, no matter what people say. You don't have one yet because you're too young and you were born with a girly face."
He flinched as she poked at the muscle through the cloth with her two fingers again. "Fritz."
"Yes Alima?"
"Why is your 'p-p-p-p-p-pen-penis'," He felt his eye twitch as she unintentionally made fun of him, "moving?"
Fritz quickly pushed her off, "I-It's nothing, just means I need to use the bathroom Alima-chan!"
Damn puberty for doing this to him!
Edit: So yeah, different from what happened. A LOT different. And one thing: FRITZ ISN'T A PEDOBEAR. HE'S JUST GOING THROUGH THE FIRST STAGES OF PUBERTY WHERE ANYTHING THAT TOUCHES HIM LIKE THAT KINDA MAKES HIM WANNA DO THE DIRTY. Anyways, LOLZ for Alima. At least this shows why she thinks she's a guy.