Disclaimer: I do not own Omamori Himari. The characters and storyline are owned by Milan Matra.
-Chapter 2-
The eerily pale moonlight entered the penthouse apartment through a large window, the curtains drawn back as to allow the single inhabitant of the room to peer out it. She was holding a glass in her hand, spinning every so often as a look of cunning enveloped her face. On the small coffee table in front of her lay a vast amount of books, sprawled in all directions, each one of hexes and curses. The sound of a phone broke the silence.
"Hello," uttered a gentle, hypnotising female voice, completely in control of the situation at hand.
There was some fuzz from the phone before the gentle voice spoke up again,
"Regarding that matter, I have now taken things into my own hands…" the young woman trailed off as she began to pace around the room.
"Yes, I realise that but that is in the case I disregard my personal feelings, which I am not about to do," she spoke, her voice beginning to crack.
Suddenly, there was a roar down the phone, and the girl began to tremble, it was a phrase she did not want to hear. What about her interests? Her desires? This person had only one thing on their mind and the girl was not about to give in.
"No! It is not, I will handle this in the way I want to with what I want as my main priority!" she screamed before slamming the phone down, cracking the screen. This person had treated her like an asset for her entire life and she was sick of it! She wanted to live her life according to what she wanted and she had found what she wanted.
For seven years, seven long years she waited wanting to meet this person again, all the while bending to her family's will. Her life was like a spider web. No matter how much she struggled, she could not escape.
"Finally…this day has arrived. I have waited so long to see him again; it almost seems too good to be true." She softly spoke, her body tingling with anxiety.
"Yu-chan…I will make you mine again." She finished, drawing the curtains closed slowly.