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chineseinkTitle: The Seventh Sorcerer [prologue]
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG for the prologue
Claimer: Yeah, mine.
A girl destined to save two worlds and the seven sorcerers assigned to aid her.
The Seventh Sorcerer
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meitachi
There were once two worlds. Within those two worlds resided seven sorcerers who all served one particular girl…
…and her one destiny.
[prologue]
The rain poured from the sky as if all the angels were emptying their washbasins. It drenched the earth, streaming down glass and sparkling on leaves, filling rivers and forming creeks, blurring the edges of buildings and trees, washing the canvas of life with gray. It splattered in a rapid beat, one following another, against the windowpane on the fourth floor of the high-rise apartment buildings.
Eyes the same color of the rain peered out into the wet world. Lashes shadowed the gray eyes.
“Wet today, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She turned from her position against the window and glanced back at him, lounging on the sofa, his hair loose and spilling over his shoulders. His pose was languid, his clothing casual, and he looked at her with an accompanying lazy gaze. She watched him for another moment, then turned back toward the window. Resting her forehead lightly against the cool glass, she let her fingers trace abstract patterns against the pane.
“I wonder,” she whispered, her eyes faraway but not on the bustling cityscape beneath them, “if Rei is unhappy.”
--
He exhaled and watched the wisp of smoke trail toward the ceiling with cynical green eyes. Leaning back against the side of his bed, he felt the soft fabric against the bare skin of his back and took another slow drag on his cigarette. What a life…
Rei… A voice resonated through his head, sounding exasperated. Stop smoking.
Insolently, he deliberately took another drag. “I’ve got nothing better to do,” he replied, slouching. He started when a hand reached down and snatched the cigarette from his lips.
“Idiot.”
She glared at him, familiar brown eyes scorching. She tossed her head, her chin-length red-streaked black hair flying with the movement as she ground the fag out in the ashtray on his nightstand. “Why are you throwing your life away, blondie?” she demanded, her hands returning to rest on her hips.
He gazed at her obscurely from beneath his lashes.
When he didn’t answer, she threw her hands up in the air. “You could be so much more! If only you would get up and make something of yourself. Besides,” her voice suddenly softened and her hands dropped to her sides, “I know you love Satoshi.” He looked up, startled. “What would he think?”
There was a brief moment of silence. His eyes narrowed. Slowly, he shook his head and a small, mocking smile appeared on his lips. He pushed himself up from the floor and rose to tower over her. Looking down, he crossed his arms over his bare chest and arched a brow, and said with a slight sneer, “You figured it out, huh?” He flicked a slightly angry look her way. “Why are you here anyway?”
Something flashed across her face before she turned her head and let her hair fall across her features. She was silent for a long while, the tension threading its way through the room and wrapping around both occupants, before she finally said so softly he almost couldn’t hear, “I couldn’t let my favorite cousin get his heart broken, now could I?” Shadows played across her face and he felt something in him shatter at her words.
His head fell forward and hung low, blonde hair tickling his cheek. “I miss you, Shinobu,” he murmured in a low voice. He slumped back to the floor. “Why did you have to go and die on me?”
--
“Hey, Ryuuen…”
The mass of long black hair lifted and revealed a beautiful face of long, thick lashes, glittering violet irises, pink-tinted lips, and porcelain skin. The features now formed a questioning look which was directed at the girl in front of the window. “Yeah?” said Ryuuen, an arm slung across the back of the sofa.
“Let’s visit Rei,” said Mai.
--
The rain was still falling half an hour later, endless crystal droplets splattering against the car door as it was opened. Mai stepped out and slammed the door of the red convertible, her umbrella already open and above her head. She brushed a few stray drops off her coat and, clutching her purse, took a few tentative steps on the water-logged streets. At least her sandals could weather the rain.
“Hurry up, Ryuuen,” she called to the young man struggling to open his umbrella behind her.
He gave it irritated shove and the black waterproof material finally spread to shield him from the persistent rain. “Coming, coming,” he said and stepped around a puddle to reach her side. “We should’ve taken the subway,” he muttered under his breath, “it would’ve been faster than finding a place to park that damn car.” She laughed and took his hand, heading down the sidewalk toward their destination.
A few minutes later, they stood before a set of gates and Mai’s eyes flickered briefly to the sign. Kourin Academy.
Ryuuen pressed the intercom button and cleared their entrance. Moments later, they were under the awning above the front door and were shaking out their umbrellas. Ryuuen opened the door. “After you, love,” he said. The smile he received in return was warm enough to rival the heat of the hiding sun. He followed Mai through the doors and into the opulent but tasteful lobby of the prestigious private high school.
The lobby was draped with deep navy blues and pale grays, from the carpeting and curtains to the loveseats and armchairs scattered around polished mahogany tables. Flowers and bamboo accented the atmosphere, along with beautiful silk screens and even a small rock waterfall trickling soothingly in the corner. Toward the back, but in a direct path from the doors, sat a tall desk, behind which a dark-haired man sat rigidly.
Ryuuen and Mai walked toward him, Ryuuen quickly tucking his loose hair into a ponytail, afraid the strict standards of the all-male academy would restrict improperly attired guests from their journey. Mai was less concerned, having earlier bound her equally lengthy hair into two braids, and was glancing back over her shoulder at the rain she could see still racing down from the sky through the glass doors.
As the man stiffly asked how he could be of service and Ryuuen answered that they would like to see Rei Watase, Mai continued to watch the rain, a heavy feeling in her heart. So much rain…it couldn’t bode well to Rei’s current emotional condition.
I hope he’s okay, she thought sadly. If only Shinobu were still here…
A picture of the outright rebellious, smart-mouthed, but kind-hearted girl she’d called friend appeared swiftly in her mind, smirking at some outrageous comment she’d just made… Mai bit her lip as tears welled in her eyes. Where are you Satoshi? Rei needs you. Now that he longer had Shinobu…
“Watase, Rei. Room 203,” the man behind the desk said in clipped tones, bringing Mai’s attention back to the present. He reached for the telephone. “I’ll call him and he will meet you here. Guests are not permitted in the dormitories.”
Elsewhere, in room 203 to be exact, the phone rang. A blonde head lifted in surprise and, after a moment’s pause, Rei set down the photograph he’d been looking at and headed for the school phone on his nightstand. On the floor beside the bed, where Rei had been seconds before, the picture lay face up, tenderly cradled in a simple wooden frame. There were two young men in the picture, both beautiful; one, a redhead with curls that trailed past his eyes and just touched his shoulders, had deep green eyes framed with glasses and a small smile, and the other was blonde with sunglasses perched on his head, an infectious grin, and an arm wrapped around the other boy’s shoulder. They looked undeniably happy.
Rei hung up the phone and bent down to retrieve the picture from the floor. Without sparing it another glance, he pulled open his desk drawer and shoved it in, face-down. Then he shrugged on a shirt and slipped on his shoes, grabbing his key on his way out the door.
--
“Hey!” Rei greeted his friends with a bright smile. “Mai, Ryuuen…” Anything else he might’ve said was lost when the girl rushed forward and glomped him happily.
“Rei!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
He laughed and pushed her back gently. He looked her over then glanced at Ryuuen, standing behind her, both umbrellas in hand and patient look on his face. Apparently, he was used to his girlfriend throwing herself at other guys and had no problem with it. Rei brought his eyes back to Mai’s. “So what’re you guys doing here?”
“We wanted to talk about Satoshi.”
Those six words froze Rei in place, tugging painfully at his heartstrings. He swallowed hard. “What about him?” he finally managed to say. He fought to keep his voice even.
Mai was silent then, suddenly, before Rei knew what was happening, she was right back in his personal space. Her hand cupped his cheek gently. “I know you miss Satoshi,” she said quietly, smiling up at him with sad eyes. He brought his own hand up to touch hers but didn’t say anything. She went on. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? …Three months.”
He inhaled. She exhaled. Memories of blood and screams and light and broken earth all threaded through with flares of magic flashed rapidly through their minds’ eyes. Three months…
…since Lairk.
--
tbc...maybe
Posted: 10.10.2004
Fandom: Original
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG for the prologue
Claimer: Yeah, mine.
A girl destined to save two worlds and the seven sorcerers assigned to aid her.
The Seventh Sorcerer
by
meitachiThere were once two worlds. Within those two worlds resided seven sorcerers who all served one particular girl…
…and her one destiny.
[prologue]
The rain poured from the sky as if all the angels were emptying their washbasins. It drenched the earth, streaming down glass and sparkling on leaves, filling rivers and forming creeks, blurring the edges of buildings and trees, washing the canvas of life with gray. It splattered in a rapid beat, one following another, against the windowpane on the fourth floor of the high-rise apartment buildings.
Eyes the same color of the rain peered out into the wet world. Lashes shadowed the gray eyes.
“Wet today, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She turned from her position against the window and glanced back at him, lounging on the sofa, his hair loose and spilling over his shoulders. His pose was languid, his clothing casual, and he looked at her with an accompanying lazy gaze. She watched him for another moment, then turned back toward the window. Resting her forehead lightly against the cool glass, she let her fingers trace abstract patterns against the pane.
“I wonder,” she whispered, her eyes faraway but not on the bustling cityscape beneath them, “if Rei is unhappy.”
--
He exhaled and watched the wisp of smoke trail toward the ceiling with cynical green eyes. Leaning back against the side of his bed, he felt the soft fabric against the bare skin of his back and took another slow drag on his cigarette. What a life…
Rei… A voice resonated through his head, sounding exasperated. Stop smoking.
Insolently, he deliberately took another drag. “I’ve got nothing better to do,” he replied, slouching. He started when a hand reached down and snatched the cigarette from his lips.
“Idiot.”
She glared at him, familiar brown eyes scorching. She tossed her head, her chin-length red-streaked black hair flying with the movement as she ground the fag out in the ashtray on his nightstand. “Why are you throwing your life away, blondie?” she demanded, her hands returning to rest on her hips.
He gazed at her obscurely from beneath his lashes.
When he didn’t answer, she threw her hands up in the air. “You could be so much more! If only you would get up and make something of yourself. Besides,” her voice suddenly softened and her hands dropped to her sides, “I know you love Satoshi.” He looked up, startled. “What would he think?”
There was a brief moment of silence. His eyes narrowed. Slowly, he shook his head and a small, mocking smile appeared on his lips. He pushed himself up from the floor and rose to tower over her. Looking down, he crossed his arms over his bare chest and arched a brow, and said with a slight sneer, “You figured it out, huh?” He flicked a slightly angry look her way. “Why are you here anyway?”
Something flashed across her face before she turned her head and let her hair fall across her features. She was silent for a long while, the tension threading its way through the room and wrapping around both occupants, before she finally said so softly he almost couldn’t hear, “I couldn’t let my favorite cousin get his heart broken, now could I?” Shadows played across her face and he felt something in him shatter at her words.
His head fell forward and hung low, blonde hair tickling his cheek. “I miss you, Shinobu,” he murmured in a low voice. He slumped back to the floor. “Why did you have to go and die on me?”
--
“Hey, Ryuuen…”
The mass of long black hair lifted and revealed a beautiful face of long, thick lashes, glittering violet irises, pink-tinted lips, and porcelain skin. The features now formed a questioning look which was directed at the girl in front of the window. “Yeah?” said Ryuuen, an arm slung across the back of the sofa.
“Let’s visit Rei,” said Mai.
--
The rain was still falling half an hour later, endless crystal droplets splattering against the car door as it was opened. Mai stepped out and slammed the door of the red convertible, her umbrella already open and above her head. She brushed a few stray drops off her coat and, clutching her purse, took a few tentative steps on the water-logged streets. At least her sandals could weather the rain.
“Hurry up, Ryuuen,” she called to the young man struggling to open his umbrella behind her.
He gave it irritated shove and the black waterproof material finally spread to shield him from the persistent rain. “Coming, coming,” he said and stepped around a puddle to reach her side. “We should’ve taken the subway,” he muttered under his breath, “it would’ve been faster than finding a place to park that damn car.” She laughed and took his hand, heading down the sidewalk toward their destination.
A few minutes later, they stood before a set of gates and Mai’s eyes flickered briefly to the sign. Kourin Academy.
Ryuuen pressed the intercom button and cleared their entrance. Moments later, they were under the awning above the front door and were shaking out their umbrellas. Ryuuen opened the door. “After you, love,” he said. The smile he received in return was warm enough to rival the heat of the hiding sun. He followed Mai through the doors and into the opulent but tasteful lobby of the prestigious private high school.
The lobby was draped with deep navy blues and pale grays, from the carpeting and curtains to the loveseats and armchairs scattered around polished mahogany tables. Flowers and bamboo accented the atmosphere, along with beautiful silk screens and even a small rock waterfall trickling soothingly in the corner. Toward the back, but in a direct path from the doors, sat a tall desk, behind which a dark-haired man sat rigidly.
Ryuuen and Mai walked toward him, Ryuuen quickly tucking his loose hair into a ponytail, afraid the strict standards of the all-male academy would restrict improperly attired guests from their journey. Mai was less concerned, having earlier bound her equally lengthy hair into two braids, and was glancing back over her shoulder at the rain she could see still racing down from the sky through the glass doors.
As the man stiffly asked how he could be of service and Ryuuen answered that they would like to see Rei Watase, Mai continued to watch the rain, a heavy feeling in her heart. So much rain…it couldn’t bode well to Rei’s current emotional condition.
I hope he’s okay, she thought sadly. If only Shinobu were still here…
A picture of the outright rebellious, smart-mouthed, but kind-hearted girl she’d called friend appeared swiftly in her mind, smirking at some outrageous comment she’d just made… Mai bit her lip as tears welled in her eyes. Where are you Satoshi? Rei needs you. Now that he longer had Shinobu…
“Watase, Rei. Room 203,” the man behind the desk said in clipped tones, bringing Mai’s attention back to the present. He reached for the telephone. “I’ll call him and he will meet you here. Guests are not permitted in the dormitories.”
Elsewhere, in room 203 to be exact, the phone rang. A blonde head lifted in surprise and, after a moment’s pause, Rei set down the photograph he’d been looking at and headed for the school phone on his nightstand. On the floor beside the bed, where Rei had been seconds before, the picture lay face up, tenderly cradled in a simple wooden frame. There were two young men in the picture, both beautiful; one, a redhead with curls that trailed past his eyes and just touched his shoulders, had deep green eyes framed with glasses and a small smile, and the other was blonde with sunglasses perched on his head, an infectious grin, and an arm wrapped around the other boy’s shoulder. They looked undeniably happy.
Rei hung up the phone and bent down to retrieve the picture from the floor. Without sparing it another glance, he pulled open his desk drawer and shoved it in, face-down. Then he shrugged on a shirt and slipped on his shoes, grabbing his key on his way out the door.
--
“Hey!” Rei greeted his friends with a bright smile. “Mai, Ryuuen…” Anything else he might’ve said was lost when the girl rushed forward and glomped him happily.
“Rei!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly.
He laughed and pushed her back gently. He looked her over then glanced at Ryuuen, standing behind her, both umbrellas in hand and patient look on his face. Apparently, he was used to his girlfriend throwing herself at other guys and had no problem with it. Rei brought his eyes back to Mai’s. “So what’re you guys doing here?”
“We wanted to talk about Satoshi.”
Those six words froze Rei in place, tugging painfully at his heartstrings. He swallowed hard. “What about him?” he finally managed to say. He fought to keep his voice even.
Mai was silent then, suddenly, before Rei knew what was happening, she was right back in his personal space. Her hand cupped his cheek gently. “I know you miss Satoshi,” she said quietly, smiling up at him with sad eyes. He brought his own hand up to touch hers but didn’t say anything. She went on. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? …Three months.”
He inhaled. She exhaled. Memories of blood and screams and light and broken earth all threaded through with flares of magic flashed rapidly through their minds’ eyes. Three months…
…since Lairk.
--
tbc...maybe
Posted: 10.10.2004
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