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Disclaimer: I do not own XxxHolic, nor do I own Yuuko. CLAMP sensei is credited with the story, and the original design of Marui, and Aoi. I do own my OC's though.
Finnian Temphilia's feet pounded the gritty sidewalk, sending up clouds of dust as he ran down a random ally, close to school. God had played a terrible April fool's joke on him when he was born. God thought it would be fun to dump a prophet onto Earth and watch the entertainment. But when Finny's gift didn't manifest itself, God decided to drop some hints. Finny didn't think it was funny or particularly helpful. Whenever God came knocking on the door, he would contract a massive migraine, then fall into a plane of lucid dreaming. Which he was about to do right now. He kept running, feet slapping the rutted path, his throbbing headache begging to be relieved. Semiconsciously, he pushed open a set of heavy, double doors before succumbing to slumber.
A young woman sat up on her couch and rubbed at her eyes before snapping them open. "Marui, Aoi. Welcome our guest." She cocked her head and smirked. "Or rather, find him a bed." Two angelic children ran in, side by side. They were dressed neatly in pale yellow yukatas, with white and blue chrysanthemums dancing on the cloth. They gazed at the young woman.
"Yes Yuuko."
Pitch black pools gleamed in the ghostly light, rippling softly as Finny stood up and walked. After a while, he reached a small altar. Sitting inside, were plates of food, offerings, a round clear crystal, and a knife, silver plated and decorated so that a dragon wound around the hilt. Finny sighed and knelt in front of the shrine and gently picked up the knife and touched it to his thumb. A drop of fiery crimson welled from the cut as it sealed. "Your servant answers your call," he whispered, then lifted his hand and let the bead fall onto the crystal globe.
The orb drank in the blood and an avatar appeared. Finny held in his laughter. This avatar was the strangest yet.
"Hello God, you look like Shawn the sheep."
"Hello Finnian, I am well aware that I look like Shawn the sheep. Quite a good show actually. I remember in-"
"God, you're rambling again."
The sheep pouted. "I'm not God, I'm Shawn! Hey that rhymed a bit! Maybe-"
"God!" Finny snapped. The sheep's eyes widened and started to tear up. "Don't you dare turn those puppy eyes on me, God." Tears threatened to spill as more fill his eyes. "Fine. Shawn," Finny consented.
"Great! Now I can get down to business! Oh! Let's get down to business to defeat… anyways, for starters, Happy 15th birthday Finnian! Momma's so proud of you!" Within the clouded interior of the globe, God had started to do a dance consisting of butt wiggles and an occasional lame disco move. Finny just groaned. He was unstoppable at this point. God dramatically posed."For enders, Happy April Fool's day!"
Finny's jaw dropped. "That's it?"
"Yup! Well, there's presents wanna hear them? I got three for you! One, no premonition, two, dropping you off at a house before you collapsed on the streets, three-" Shawn lifted a cloven hoof and pointed at Finny.
"God, don't do it." God being God, ignored him of course. "God don't-"
BOOM!
"Oh my. It seems that our guest has awakened." Finny flipped his eyes open and reared up. A young woman in her early twenties tilted her head and stared to Finny's obvious discomfort. Her violet eyes glimmered with amusement. She was dressed in a ceremonial kimono, with the inner juban ice blue, and outer, ebony with multicolored swallows seemingly flitting across the garment. Her waist length black hair was loose.
"Of course he's awake," a girl piped up.
"Yeah, He just got crushed by a box." A boy stated flatly. The blond twins stood on either side of the woman. The only differences between them were the eyes: burgundy red and sky blue orbs, fixated on the visitor.
"Welcome to our store." They all chorused.
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