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kagome higurashi: 16, regular school girl and owner of a possesed doll. what would you do if you were suddenly the owner of an antique doll? what if said doll could move, breath...talk? and what's this! the doll has snow white hair, golden eyes and strange markings upon his face? ~le gasp!~
Chapter 1, I Don't Want It
I DON'T WANT IT
“Witchcraft and Voodoo...”
A gentle breeze sifted through the air, leaves the color of gold scattering about like enchanted dust. She should have known before hand; that her best comrade would lead her to a store such as the one she was standing before just now.
“What was Yuka thinking?” she said aloud, her raven colored hair blowing about in the wind. “There's no way she's going to get a boyfriend by using a love potion.” Perhaps she should have listened to what her estranged friend had requested of her during the after hours of the typical school day.
“That's what you get for spacing out like that, Kagome,” she said to herself, crumpling up the tiny slip of paper that read “Love Potion: Shinjuku St. (Witchcraft and Voodoo)” between her nimble fingers. Kagome let out an agitated sigh, resting her gaze upon the foreboding store once again.
It was a very dreary place. It looked as if the tiny shop had come right out from an old movie. A gray, wooden sign hung loosely above the gothic doorway, signaling the name of the shop. Kagome's brown eyes gazed upon the windows, running over the odd trinkets that lay encased in small glass boxes.
“Might as well go in, now that I'm already here,” she mumbled, slouching her shoulders in grief. “But I am so not gonna' buy a love potion. People would say things.”
Kagome pushed open the oak-wood door, an aging squeak resounding from the sudden pressure. The musty scent hit her lightly, soon drowned out by an odd combination of familiar spices. The door closed shut behind her, locking itself in place as Kagome trotted slowly across the wooden floorboards. Her hand twiddled with the straps of her yellow backpack, her gaze trailing across the expanse of the shop. It was fairly dark, as if an ebony blanket had been draped around the entire store, sealing it into a state of ethereal darkness.
`Creepy,' she thought, giving in to a brief shudder of goosebumps. Her eyes traced along the shop walls, widening in curious splendor at the odd objects that greeted her. Ancient amulets, rusted goblets, and precious gems littered the mothy storage shelves aligned against the shop. There were too many to count; all of them unknown to her.
Kagome let out a brief tremble as she passed by a small round trinket hanging from a string attached to a coat hanger. As she grew closer, a face began to take shape upon the objects' odd surface.
“Oh lord,” she said quietly, a tremble of panic edging upon her voice. `How in the world could you possibly own a decapitated head!' Mumbling to her musings, her feet absentmindedly took a route of their own, landing her in front of an old wooden writing desk. The desk was literally caked with dust, as if it had been long forgotten. The table was bare though; nothing had been adorned upon its rackety self. Kagome's hand stretched forth, making its way toward the small drawer that etched itself upon the front of the desk. Fingers fitting around the small brass knob, she gently slid it open. Her eyes squinted in curiosity as she was met with the black outline of a rectangular box.
Kagome bit back her lip, considering whether it was worth her time to release the box of its entrapment within the desk. But alas! Curiosity had truly gotten the best of her, and before she knew it, she had taken the wooden box out from within the drawer and placed it gently upon the dusty desk table. The structure of the box was truly incredible; intricate patterns of gold and silver etched upon the edges of its polished wooden panels. There was not a speck of dust to be found upon it, the bright sheen of the box's polish shining against the faint backlight of the shop.
“May I help you, young Miss?” a silky voice protruded from out of no where. Kagome literally jumped out of her skin, so shaken up by the unexpected disturbance that she nearly knocked the box from atop the desk table! She slowly turned around, her eyes meeting against the intensified gaze of fiery red.
`Wait, red? Red eyes?!' she screamed within her mind. A slender man stood before her, long ebony hair trailing down his back like a cascading waterfall. A light smirk graced upon the sharp features of his pale face, his red eyes dancing with tamed amusement. Kagome blinked her eyes. She had never seen anyone look so...beautiful before! Handsome didn't even describe him! He was beyond handsome, beyond beautiful for that matter! His pale skin glowed with a white sheen as it clashed against the sunken darkness that seemed to wrap around her. A ghost, that was what she would call him; a ghostly ethereal beauty.
“Forgive me for startling you,” his languid voice soothed out. “It is not every day that I am graced with the presence of company.” Kagome didn't answer him, she couldn't. So many thoughts where whizzing around across her mind that she couldn't comprehend what he was saying to her.
“However, I am very grateful that I have even been blessed with a customer, and one most beautiful!” he continued, his fingers starting to fiddle with the lace trimming that adorned his black sleeve cuffs. Kagome immediately snapped out of her reverie. A small blush eased its way upon her face, her inner-self reeling in mass confusion.
`He just said I was beautiful didn't he?' she asked herself in thwarted excitement.
“Back to my earlier question, could I help you with anything?” he asked, his voice once more purring with clouded suspicion. Kagome returned her gaze to the box then back to him.
“The box, I was...” she started, but it seemed that she couldn't form anything beyond that. The beautiful stranger widened his scarlet eyes as his gaze too settled upon the wooden box.
“Oh, that old thing!” he said aloud, placing a hand on his side. “My dear, it is not worth of importance, more of a nuisance really. Although, if you were interested...I suppose I could lend it to you.” She watched as his thin lips flapped, her senses not functioning properly enough to add sound.
“Oh, no! I don't want it or anything, I was just looking,” she finally managed to say through her failing vocabulary. She watched as his scarlet eyes squinted in a brief flash of chaos, before they returned to their place of muted fire.
“That will not do my dear,” he said as he shook his head gently, his ebony locks lacing about over his shoulders. A slender ringed finger made its way up, resting neatly below his chin. “For I do not want it any longer, you may have it.”
A startled “meep” made its way out of the stunned teenager. Kagome shook her head in argument, placing her hands up in front of her.
“No, seriously! I don't want it!” she protested.” Thank you though.” The stranger's eyes narrowed at that, his scarlet gaze slimming down into a piercing stare. His gaze hammered upon her, although his elegant face still withstood its amused expression.
“You should not refuse such offers, especially when they are given away freely,” he said quietly making his way over towards her. Kagome instinctively edged back, backing herself into the desk table. He stopped, his eyebrow quirking up.
“Do not be afraid Dear,” he said, his arm snaking around behind her form. Kagome's eyes widened, the blush on her face turning a deep crimson.
“Here,” he chided, fishing in his hand to withdraw the box grasped tightly within his palm. “You should not have that much trouble in carrying it around, fortunately...it is not that big.” His head quirked to the side as a wide smile played upon his face. He began to tap his black fingernails onto the hard surface of the box, the lace of his cuffs rustling from the movement. He peered up through the strands of black hair covering his face, red eyes bursting with color.
Kagome merely stared at him, mouth agape. Was this guy crazy or what? The stranger outstretched both his hands, the box cradled within his grasp. The fiery sparks ignited through his orbs behind his ebony hair, as if he were a bloodied searchlight scanning predatorily through the darkness. Kagome merely nodded, too transfixed into a blatant stupor to process anything correctly. In turn, she placed her hands around the box and lifted it from within his hold, bringing it forth upon her chest as if she were carrying a child. She stared down at it, not exactly sure as to what to do.
A faint chuckle broke through the silence. He resumed his straight posture and crossed his arms over the black belt buckles that drew in his shirt along the front. And as if nothing had ever happened he suddenly piped up,
“Oh my, look at the time. It is getting late my Dear and I am afraid I shall be closing soon.”
And with that he placed his hands upon her backpack and shoved her out towards the door.
“Oh, and my name is Rii by the way...in case you have some sort of...trouble with your purchase (hopefully there is not), then you may come by and see me and I suppose I shall help you. Au revoir!”
“What in the world am I gonna' do with this thing?”
Kagome eyed the lengthy wooden box in her hands, keeping it away at a distance as if it were an untamed animal.
“That...was odd,” she muttered, taking in a deep breath. “In fact, that guy Rii was weird too...I mean...his clothes.” She had to admit, she was pretty lucky to obtain such an odd trinket, make that a free odd trinket. She hadn't bought the love potion, which was originally her true intent on going, but she supposed that she'd just tell Yuka tomorrow that they didn't carry the stuff. Yuka was very gullible at times.
`Man, what's in here? A gun?' she questioned. The box was rather long, so her assumption could have been correct. But, the box wasn't at all that heavy in weight. So then...it couldn't be a gun...could it? Kagome let out a brief shudder and quickened her pace. She wouldn't want to be caught carrying an odd box around, people would get suspicious. And if there was a gun inside...then there'd be hell to pay.
“What are you hiding?”
Kagome crossed her legs upon her bedspread, locking her hands in place under her chin and resting upon them. She eyed the box that she had been so “graciously” given, staring at it with an ease of caution as if it were about to pounce. She had placed the long box on the opposite end of her bed, leaving it to sit there on her blankets like a rock.
“Now, how do you open it?” she wondered aloud. She withdrew from her sitting stance, crawling onto her knees across the bed. She finally sat down before the box, searching it intently with her eyes.
“So, it's locked,” she whispered as her gaze fell upon a small stub of a lock sealed tightly onto the frontside of the box. It was a tiny lock, one that you would use to seal a small jewelry box. “Great, that maniac didn't even give me the key.” Kagome got up from the bed, wedging on her purple slippers from the floor and trotted towards her desk. She opened the first drawer near the top and snaked her hand into its depths, finally pulling out a small, yet lengthy sharp object. She took the pocketknife back to her bed, once again sitting neatly in front of the box.
“Good thing Sota showed me how to pick locks,” she muttered, grabbing the handle of the knife and turning it sideways, so that its figure could fit in perfectly with the lock opening. She gently slid the blade inside, tweaking it about to and fro until a small click resounded. The lock popped open, while Kagome discarded the knife. She took the lock off from its resting-place and placed it beside the knife as she once again returned her questioning gaze back upon the box. Should she really open it? Whatever was inside, had to be something of great value, but then...why had Rii even given it to her, for free?!
`He did seem to be a bit eager to get rid of it,' she thought. `Oh well, might as well open it.' And with that, Kagome placed her fingers upon the top of the box, and gently pulled the lid up. Once she had fully opened it, she let out a chaste gasp.
o.o…first chappeh complete! Thank you…but now…I want you to review please!!
(lord's referring to something, that's why I capitalized it :cough, cough
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