Day 4 - Magic (AU)
"You know, I'm getting real tired of all those wannabees who think just because they can levitate a pencil they can also buy all the sage," Tetsurou whined, narrowing his eyes at a brown-haired hipster kid, fetching purple candles from the shelves. "Some of us have to reinforce their wards for the full moon," he grumbled crossing his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the counter.
Keiji chuckled. "Maybe if you didn't piss off every herbalist in town you wouldn't have this problem."
"Thanks for the unsolicited advice, Keiji. If you would be so kind as to give some from your personal stash."
"You make it sound like I'm growing marijuana in my greenhouse," he muttered to himself. Keiji let out a sigh and gave him a curt nod. He turned his back to his brother and made a quick run upstairs, climbing two steps at a time.
When he returned to the counter, Tetsurou's fingers tapped on the cover of an old, leather-bound book. Keiji's eyebrows flew up momentarily before settling back to his usual calm demeanor. Tetsurou's lip rose to a smirk. "Is that what I think it is? Did Grandma finally give up her secrets?"
Tetsurou snickered. "I reckon it was that enchanted broom you gave her, or maybe it was all the pies….who knows." He raised a brow glancing sideways briefly. "Though," he smiled sincerely. "It's also for your twentieth birthday. Happy Birthday little brother!" Keiji reached for the book, but Tetsurou's hand held it tightly. "This is just a loan. You can copy it," Tetsurou said. "But Grandma said you have to give it back in a year because cousin Kenma's turning twenty too and you have pass it on, you know, family tradition…"
"Of course," Keiji promised, the corners of his lips quirked up as he ran his fingers on the cover of the book.
Tetsurou grinned devilishly. "And I'm assuming that's for me?" He nodded at the herbs in Keiji's hands. He shook his head curtly, placing the sage in a bag like a good shopkeeper did. "Alright, I got to go now, the sun's setting soon," he grimaced at the window and dislodged himself from the counter. "Later Keiji! And don't damage the family secrets!" Tetsurou shouted, waving back at him, already heading for the door.
…
He lit the candles that surrounded the magical circle one by one and rose to his feet, making a quick dash to kitchen to get a small bowl, and he shut off the light.
"Alright," Keiji mumbled, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "First things first," his brows furrowed together as he eyed the thin, short blade. He swallowed dry and picked it up, holding it between his index finger and his thumb and he put it to his palm gently before dragging it across his skin, a thin red line appearing in its place. Keiji's fingers slacked and the metal blade dropped to the ground with a sharp sound. He turned his palm over the bowl, curling his fingers into a fist, a thin trickle of blood dripping into it, making a small crimson pool.
He closed his eyes and started reciting the enchantment. "Let my will be done," he commanded at the end.
Keiji's eyes shot open when suddenly the ground shook, and on the walls his paintings and photographs fell, books jumping off his shelves. He stood abruptly, nearly falling in the process as the tremors continued – and as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
Keiji's eyes darted back and forth, his arms stretched out in the air for balance, his head still dizzy from the quake. Great, just what he needed, spell books mixed with historical fiction.
A cracking sound caught his attention and he glanced over his shoulder. The bookshelf that he'd nailed to the wall just in case an earthquake happened was cracked all through the back board which was beginning to separate itself from the rest of the structure.
Keiji stepped backwards, but his foot slipped and suddenly the ground was getting closer. He threw his hands to the ground, somehow managing to stop himself mid-fall but the shelves— Keiji squeezed his eyes shut bracing for the impact.
"Hey hey hey!" The magician opened his eyes slowly. A young man was grinning at him – correction – a young, golden-eyed demon, with spiked, silver-streaked black hair. "Am I in the right house? Were you the one who summoned me?" Keiji's gaze dropped, as he felt a tug at his back. The demon was pressing Keiji against his body, his arms wrapped around his waist.
His eyes shot back up to the demon, his cheeks flared. "Y- Yes!" He blurted out.
"Well, hello there," he licked his lips and flashed him a smile. "How may I be of service tonight?"
Day 4 Prompt: Magic AU or Training Camp Arc
