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CHAPTER 3
AMU'S P.O.V.
"-So unless you want to basically create an Atom bomb in a cauldron, you must always use well-aged sage sage and what? Can anyone remember?" Miharu-sensei asked that class, before her gaze landed on me.
"Hinamori-san? How about you? Do you recall what you need for a Time-telling serum?" She asked. A time-telling serum is a potion that when make correctly, can allow you to see into ones past, present, and future. When done incorrectly, can have a similar affect as a atomic bomb.
"Himalayan salt rocks, a magic circle, and as for the potion itself, aged sage, yellow rose; fully blossomed, and five cups of water? No, six." I told her, having long sense mastered this potion. This is probably my favorite class.
"Excellent job as always, Hinamori-san! And Tsukiyomi-San? Can you tell us how to prepare this brew?" Or, at least it was. I glanced up to see Ikuto staring at me before sitting up straight as he began to speak. " You boil the water and let the rose create sort of a tea-like substance only thicker, and crush the sage. Than you have to draw the magic circle carefully and surround it in rock salt. Then you pour the serum in the center and if it works, will show you whatever you want, so long as you have something that belongs to whomever it is you want to see the past, present or future of." He finished, returning to his slouched position in his chair.
"Very good! Now, on to how you draw the circle. It's actually a fairly simple design...-" she continued on, as my mind slowly began to drift. I'd gotten next to no sleep last night because Kukai had stayed up all night listening to Music on full blast with his headphones. Normally nobody would hear it with the doors closed, but tragically me and my crusade hearing could make out nearly every word, as he listened to nickelback. I was taken away from my thoughts at the sound of something small dropping onto my desk. I looked down to see a small folded piece of note paper and turned around to see Ikuto staring at me through under his hood. 'huh...I never once noticed he was in this class before.' I vaguely thought to myself, unfolding the price of paper in front of me.
Amu
Meet me behind the gym at
lunch. I want to talk to you
about something.
- Ikuto
I blinked a few times before I was able to wrap my head around what he wrote. Turning around to face him, only to find him still staring holes into the back of my head. As if noticing the confusion in my eyes, he courtly shook his head no in a 'not now' gesture, before fixing his gaze to the bored at the front of the room.
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LUNCH
As soon as the bell rang, I bolted out of the room, making a bee-line to my locker. Hastily unlocking my locker and putting away my History of sorcery textbook, I rushed to the door that led to the outside lunch area. Throughout the last two periods, my mind has been festering in confusion and curiosity. I could almost hear Kukai saying something dumb like "curiosity killed the cat". Internally rolling my eyes at how likely that was, I speed-walked over to the gym and made my way around to the back. Immediately spotting the cloaked teen hiding in the shade, I slowed my pace to a leisurely walk and made my way over to him.
"So what's this all about?" I asked in a fake bored tone, fighting the urge to just shake him, begging for answers. "I'm glad you came. There's something I want to talk to you about." He started. "I kind of guessed." I stated bluntly, but said nothing else, letting him know to continue. "Your smell. It's...different." I froze at that, but tried my best to keep my composure. 'there's no way he can know!' I attempted to comfort myself.
"H-how...how so?" I asked, my voice threatening to shake. "Your not a vampire, are you?" He asked. Before I could answer, he spoke again. "You wear a cloak, you cringe at the bell along with every other half-animal creature in the school, your able to use magic. Can you see what I'm getting at?" I stared at him, speechless. In my entire life, nobody has ever so much as question what I am, normally to busy pitying the poor disabled half-bread vampire. How is it that in a matter of days this guy can find his way through 12 whole years worth of carefully constructed lies?
"Don't freak. I won't blow your cover." I snapped back to reality at that, processing his words. Finally I seemed to find my voice and asked. "W...what?" He gave me a amused stare before proceeding. "I won't tell anyone. Don't worry." He looked me dead in the eye when he said that. His eyes looked...sincere. "if you don't mind my asking...why?" I inquired before I had time to think that thought through. Just when I was about to ridicule myself in my head, he spoke up again. Looking up to face me, his hand made its way to the edge of his cloak, bring the hood down with it as it returned to his side, revealing messy midnight blue locks and resting atop his head, you could faintly make out a few locks nestled in a strange unnatural-looking flattened position.
"Why would I want to rat out a fellow cat demon?" My eyes widened more - if possible - as I saw the stray locks begin to move upwards, and realized they weren't just parts of his hair. They were cat ears.
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