Chapter 2: Catching the moon
Hey Guys, sorry for the late update, been busy settling into college life (I'm British, so we finish highschool at the age of 16-17 years old then go onto sixth form or college to continue our education.) Getting to know people, make new friends, keep hold of old ones ect. Learning where to go in the college (it like three times bigger than my high school, it so easy to get lost) and early mornings, when I mean early I mean 5:50am. Kill me. So I get the bus just before 7:20. I get at the bus stop like 15 minutes before, but I want dibs on a good seat okay?
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"I didn't hear the footsteps. Or see the shadow. Instead from where I was crouched on the ground, the green of the grass filling my vision, the first thing I made out were hands, a flat ring on the middle finger of each. One was clutching my notes. The other was reaching out for me." – Sarah Dessen, Just listen.
The soft reflection of Haru's body stared at me through her mother huge silver framed mirror. Her soft, straight brown hair lay swiftly on her shoulders. Unlike my unruly black curly hair that frizzled, still growing ever so slowly from the accident. Her eyes of a honey hue of brown instead of my own dampened dark brown eyes that just underneath would've held black circles from the never ending nightmares. Nothing but pale smooth skin, not even the scar that ran across my left cheek, a reminder that I was living someone else's life. I was shorter, which was obvious since I was inside a teenager body instead of my twenty-seven year old body.
Yet it was still shocking.
I had been living as Haru for two weeks, nothing said that I was out character beside the first day, as if I was replacing Haru in some way.
But where was she?
I groaned as I gripped ends of my hair, tugging in annoyance. Why couldn't life be less, like this? I thought as I pulled my hand away to find curly black fluff of hair. I stared and stared, looking at the impossible. Slowly I reached for hair to find my fingers flying through it as if nothing was there. Just the Illusion of her staring at me.
This doesn't make sense.
Mystery, I solved so many however they were more, well reality speaking. This was more the supernatural genre of mystery, the impossible and here I am. This was purely magic, what else could this be? If I can understand cats, then this was possible a well.
This was a subject that I did not know a thing about. But the journal has my answer.
Fingers laced in front of me as I waited for my daily weekend tea from my favourite cafe, which I read about from Haru journal. A place that she met her chubby, white male feline name Muta or his real name Renaldo Moon, he may be my ticket to figuring out what going on. Also, the small chance of getting out of here and returning home, giving back Haru life that rightfully belongs to her.
On the other chair sat a peacefully sleeping, white chubby cat with that of a small brown patch on one side of his head with a few here and there over his body. Meaning this was the cat I was looking for. I hope Haru hadn't dreamt all what happen to her, because it was scary enough doing this in public and also losing a quicker getting around this crazy situation. Who would believe a teenager?
I am better off living this life peacefully then. Yet I felt guilty not knowing what truly happen to Haru, even if we can't swap back but give her some warning of some kind before the events happen. If magic worked then this may be more possible.
Soon the waitress came out with a tray with a cup of tea and a plate with a tuna sandwich for Muta. She put the pay items on the table leaving with 'I hope you enjoy' line before rushing off to do the other orders or chores.
"I never get why you always get me tuna, chicky." Muta grumbled as he munched at the snack.
"Because that what you always ask for, well that what Haru said in her journal" I replied as I sipped at the warm cuppa.
He tilted his head at this. "Did ya bump your head or something?"
"I wish, but no. I merely woke up being Haru, a girl with a luxury life." I told him as I slid my hand through my hair. "I was hoping to see this Baron fellow to talk about this odd phenomenon."
He huffed as he finished his sandwich. "Fine chicky, I just hope you're not tricking me."
"If I was, then it wouldn't me who was." I encountered as we got up.
The race began. Dancing around the people before hopping onto the roofs, over rails onto steps and finally an old fashion brick walkway. Muta ran through a archway that looked too small for myself to fit through, however that was easily fixed as my stomach swirled and the world, well little village, grew around me.
I gripped my head as the world spun before me, I found myself leaning against Muta to walk onwards. "You'll get use to it chicky." He mumbled as he rubbed my back. After a few more moments, I found myself staring at an old British doll like houses, even if now they could be considered as normal house now I was the right height.
Before I could ask Muta what house it was, a huge black bird swooped down and landed before us. A cheeky smirk on his beak as he looked at Muta before turning to me, his smile softened and his eyes grew sad. He brought out his left wing and his right to touch his chest, "Welcome Jessica, the Baron has been waiting for you." He told me, my eyes grew as my name left his lips.
It wasn't the fact it was talking crow talking to me, I was warn of Toto, but the fact he would knew of my existence.
"H-how?" I murmured out, my lips flapping in shock.
"What are you talking about birdbrain? Is this a prank?" he growled out as he tries to reach out to the black crow before me.
"At least I have more than a brain then a stomach bigger then my head!"
Before long they were yelling and clawing at each other, I sighed slightly, since they were creations maybe they can sense or smell a difference?
A soft white, gloved hand patted on my shoulder. I turned to who will soon be my answer, a man in cat skin.
"Hello, I'm Baron Humbert Von Gikkingen and you must be Jessica?" He said as he tipped his white top hat at me, his clothes similar to that of a wealthy gentleman in the Victorian times maybe a little after that period.
I nodded, "I came looking for answers, through how do you know my name?"
He smiled softly before tilting his head, "Because we met once before, through you were young then."
I nodded, "I must've been very young."
"Merely a baby in a cradle" He answered, "But I never forget a person scent."
At least that explains that I'm still in my world and not some alternate one.
My shoulders shook from the freezing air that now bustled into the Bureau. He tilted his orange head towards his home. "We better get you in before you get a cold." He muttered as wrapped his arms around my shoulders and guided me into his home.
Inside was one thing I wasn't expecting to see, "Hatfield!" I cried in joy as I jumped for the kitten sitting on the Barons couch, nothing matter in the room beside the orange, fat kitten.
He cried out as we came lumbering onto the floor as his arms cushioned me, his dark green eyes sparked as he sniffed me, "Jessica." He cheered with his fluffy paws suffocating me into his chest of fur.
He let me go as he looked down at me, "The Baron wasn't kidding, you really taken Haru place."
"Huh?" I replied, "What do you mean by 'taken'?"
"The Baron hasn't told you yet has he?" He questioned to my last resort, his eyes that once filled with happiness changed into worry. I shook my head in return, no. "You're not going to like it."
"You might be wrong." I pointed out but he grimaces instead. "It that bad?"
He nodded before sighing, the Baron had slipped across the room, making his own blend of tea. "Yes." Was Hatfield only reply as he guided back to the green couch.
"Milk or honey Jessica?" Came Baron questioned, I couldn't help but smile at his question.
"Whatever you think the best, I love my tea anyway." I answered as I started to relax in the couch. "I thought that I will never see you again Hatfield."
He nodded agreeing, "When you vanished like that, I thought the same."
Yet something didn't make sense, I touched my lip in thought."Then why are you here, though?"
He started to explain his side of the story."When you didn't return in after three days, I went looking for my father who-"
"Which is Muta, isn't it?" I interrupted. He nodded, I laughed at his puffed out cheek. "You got your father eating habits."
"What did you say about my son, chicky?" Muta asked protectively.
"Nothing Muta, just saying how alike you two are."
He hummed at that, "We are lot alike in personality; he got his mother features through."
Small hands reached out of a bundle of blankets, crying to it mother who abandon the child in a box outside an orphanage in the middle of the busy streets of London. Storm clouds gathered above, people shuffled faster in fear of being caught in the storm.
No one cared for the whaling child. "Mama? Mama!" She had crawled out of the box alone and sacred as she tries to look for brunette of a mother, a scribbled note stuck to her stomach. A note of her name, the rest washed away from the tears leaving the four year old eyes.
She stood there crying until her mouth was raw, tears emptied out and her body quivering in the cold air. She shuffled to her box of blankets, to scared to venture outside the building steps. She sobbed as she wrapped herself up, slowly to pull herself to blissful sleep.
The next morning she was found by the brunette care taker, she watched as the child sneezed in her sleep, red cheeks flaring from being left out in the storm. She growled angrily, amazed someone could do this to a young child; she pulled the child out from the blankets staring at the small piece of paper from the child.
"Jessica." She murmured as carried the small, black hair child in. She smiled softly, as she whispered softly. "It lovely to meet you again."
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