Yuki Potions Master Chapter II
Ok like seriously it's about time I got this updated man!! After writing this I do realize that I have spent way too much time away from writing and i seriously need to get into the swing of things. After reading chapter 1 and then this one you can my writing has truly lost quality. oh well Practice makes perfect!!
For this chapter i don't have any warning although i do plan for it to get much darker than this. This is also un-beta'd so ALL mistakes are my own. This is original, so if you plan on copying or pasting this plz ask for my permission first!
Yuki Potions Master Chapter II
“ You do realize that’s it midnight right?” The question is so sudden that the girl almost stumbles on her question. The witch standing by the bottom of the stairs looks calm and collected although it’s so late in the evening.
“Yes, I do, but I have been sent to deliver an important message to you, Yuki” The girl steps further into the study. Dark circle encase her eyes and a faint pale composition mares her skin. She looks unwell.
“It must be to travel through the Black Forest. At this time especially around the full moon most werewolves would be love to catch a morsel like you out at this time. Pretty…young..girls are best summed up as a good ribeye steak at a holiday BBQ.”
“I traveled through the village around the forest. It seemed….. to be less of an obstacle.”
“hmmm, yes I can see how that can seem to be the safest, although the last time I check the village had no clear entrances through the woods in several years now.”
The girl pauses in her rebuddle clearly thinking of a way to not insult the powerful witch in front of her, “I do not doubt your judgement, Yuki, but a lot has changed since you have sat on this hill.”
“You make it sound like you know personally of my daily living.”
“I only know of the stories they tell us over at the Academy. They say you have chosen this hill and house for the isolation, rare visitors and the terror of the forest that scares most people away.”
“So the General frequently speaks of my dishonorable discharge?”
“I-I would not say that…”
“You know that looks like a very old uniform of the academy?” Yuki has now made it closer to the girl. Her movements were quiet almost startling the girl. Her eyes bare down on the child, the gaze takes in the body obvious worn and stretch thin and yet an odd sense of intrique bounces off of Yuki creating a smile to form to her lips.
“what what u mean?”
“I remember wearing one of uniforms when I was in the academy,” Yuki grabs a book from a nearby shelf. Shelves cover the walls in this large open study starting from floor length stretching to the ceiling covered in nothing but books. Yuki opens it up to a page as a content almost pleased sound vibrates from her throat of the fond memories coming to life from the past. The book looks alike an album and the picture she shows Kelsey is of a group of young girls and boys standing together all in uniform. Down below the title says Academy Class 13 .
“This is from 15 years ago I believe but the uniform in this picture I wore was already going outta style back then, I’m surprised that they didn’t get rid of it sooner.”
“but I’ve worn this since I’ve been there…” the girl stutters.
“although I did have someone from the Academy come out here before not too long ago I wanna say a couple months ago. He was a cute thing but not so much in the manners though. They have changed their colors definitely from blue to purple, they need to change the cut of the shirt though not too appealing. In my opinion.”
“So maybe your not from the Academy?”
“yes I am! I have an important message from the Genral for you.” The girl grips the handlebag she had slung around her shoulder. The brass closing snaps in response to her harsh pull.
“hmmm let me see it then,” Yuki holds out an expected hand.
“yes right here” An old parchment rolled together and sealed by wax is placed in Yuki’s hand, the girl’s hand still conntected. Sweat rolls down her forhead in gallons.
“your shaking” Yuki notes
“yes yes I’m nervous” The other hand comes up to wipe the sudden moisture from her brow.
“It is understandable for a young girl such as yourself to be scared of the woods and what likes in it, but what troubles me is the journey you had to undergo to come here. Werewolves are a mere bump in the road compared to the many vile beasts you would have to face coming from the East.”
“We are the West.”
“True but from where I can stand you came from the East, no?”
“I’m just nervous. It’s not everday you get to meet a halfa……Master Yuki.”
From the girls mouth comes two large legs with claws extended dripping with silver venom. They slice the air with evil intent, but Yuki merely grabs the offending appenages in one grasp. She carries disgust on her face watching this small demon crawl from the girl’s throat only to leave it’s tail in to keep it a float on her feet. The demon in question has a body of long slender joints and eight legs to grip variest objects within reach to maintain a pretty decent speed. It’s face is close to it’s body leaving an opening where large sharp teeth come together in a vertical jaw. Salvia drips from the constant open mouth, a happy chirp escapes the being happy upon seeing the witch with it’s own black eyes.
“A pretty witch with pretty power, I will taste all of you!”
“Let the girl go demon or suffer my wraith.” Yuki continues to hold the legs of this low beast with no effort.
“Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! All Mine!!!” more legs stretch forward to graps onto the witch but Yuki is prepared, and grabs a small pile of dust from one of her bottles sitting on the table the demon pushed her into. The dust is thrown into the creatures’s eyes scolding the irises and burning the immediate flesh. “My eyes you foul wretch!”
Immediately the girl is released and falls to the ground along with a slimly tail escaping her mouth to curl around the sobbing demon. A white pendant glows below the girl pushing light around her body forming a shielf of sudden protection.
“No!” shouts the demon, “I take her! She’s mine to use, I will have your power! With such delicious energy healing this mere scabs will be no issue. Come! Come to me my pretty pretty witch!”
“Slime like you comes a long distance to see a pretty witch like me” Yuki grabs another bottle from the table backing slowly from the demon attempting to stand on unsteady legs.
“Desserts are a lonely place. I come to seek out the witch with golden hue, and a unique disposition! Your power glows even behind my now dead eyes! I want! I want!”
“You want it? Come and get it.”
The demon pushes all strength into it’s speedy legs charging in the direction of the witch, but she is quicker pouring the liquid contents of the bottle in her hands. Yuki throws the liquid in an arch across the demon, His limbs close together by an invisible force. They tighten and fold in half for good measure to hinder escape. The creature screams a blood curtling cry. More of the unknown bonds curl up the demon’s body to slowly crush him.
“What are you doing?? These are potions! Not magic!!!”
“You forget demon, I am Yuki…Potions Master…Potions are my magic.”
“Have Mercy!!”
More of the body is crushed leaving splatters of bloods across walls and tables. Bones crack in the dead air of screams and rapid decaying skin. His screams echo the room and claws continue to scratch into the wood hoping for a quick escape. Finally teeth dig into the floor to blind itself to all other pain. The bonds now glow with a white aura and now can be seen all over the body almost in casing the creature in a white cast of sorts.
“You will remain bound. Bound by body and thought forever to watch as the object of your greed continues to live another day.” Yuki closed the demon’s body in glass box, A lock is produced and secured over the latch, and once safety is secure she places the box on a far bookshelf amongst other demons who tried to lay barren to her or home. They all whine and groan as she comes near. “You all learn your lesson some day, but know that I will not destroy you now. For doing so would only relinquish your bad energy into this world to later filter back into something new You will stay here until I can find a ‘cure’ for this disease.’
With the final note to the demons Yuki approaches the unknown girl groaning on her floor.
“What just happened…..?”
“You were possessed for a long time I’m afraid…He must have been borrowed deep in there to obtain such an abnormally large size. Possesions can be painful you need to rest before thinking too much on what happened.”
“I-” Kelsey’s voice staggers as she falls against one of the nearby tables, gripping the corner tightly. Her eyes are glossed over as she stares instenlty at Yuki. The bottom lip quivers along with her head dropping, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You need rest,” yuki approaches her an arm stretch out to her.
Kelsey’s eyes grow large, with sudden strength she pushes against the table attempting to flee. Stumbling on her feet, she falls against the floor arms cushioning her forehead from the blow. Yuki stares where she’s at the young child, curious to her reaction. Kelsey slowly attempts to get to her hands and knees. The fear shows heavily in her tired eyes. By exhorting herself she is causing pain in her already sore limbs and a hot breath escapes her throat in pants. “You vile witch what have you done to me?”
“Like I mentioned earlier. Possesion.You need to rest.”
“Po-sess- I was never possessed! I don‘t need rest!”
She looks down at herself, her body now halfway to Yuki putting most of her weight on her hip to the floor. Picking at her clothing, after rubbing a hand down all areas of her exposed skin. “Wha-,” she takes a couple breaths beforeing continuing. “Take me back from whe ever you took me from!”
“I didn’t take you, you came to me. What is your name?.”
“You-” A wave of dizziness takes a hold of the girl and she falls forward again bracing herself against the cold wooden floor. “I-.”
Yuki kneels to the ground now eye level with the young girl. Her voice seems to echo in tune with the child’s migraine only making the question harder to ignore, “What is your name?”
“Kelsey…It’s Kelsey..”
“Nice to meet you Kelsey, it’s time for a rest.”
“I don’t-” Kelsey attempts to dissuade the witch again but more fog takes over her mind.
“You need sleep, girl.”
“What have-” Kelsey falls completely to the floor worn out and with a migraine of absolute pain.
After watching to make sure there are no more sudden movements from the girl, Yuki approaches the girl. She runs hands down her body checking for obvious injuries, before she carries Kelsey to a guest room just beyond the library.
Yuki’s house is a small two story, but only one level is dedicated to daily living and guests. Her study which they just left is an organized chaos of tables holding scientific models and constant equipment mixing and creating potions that run through her mind daily. Shelves stretch throughout the room pulling tight on the wood from the massive weight of her vast volume of collection over the years. Not a single space on the wall is wasted. Further up the room stairs lead to another level covered of course with further books, but an archway at the end of the section leads to the second level of the house that only herself uses for her constant experimenting training..
Outside the study a long hall starts from the door and leads down a long straight path to the back door. Along this hallway are three archways leading to a living room, den, and kitchen. The only other doors lead to a Master and Guest bedroom. In the believe of magics, magic exist in everything and everyone. It cannot be broken down or destroyed only broken apart to later be absorbed by another creation. Living with these abilities and using magic everyday causes a build up of constantly flowing magic in her household, so Yuki created archways instead of doors to help further assist the energy pass the area undisturbed. Along each archway are blessings carved into the frame of different elements to help also keep the guardians of the magic at ease.
Candles flicker with a new flame around the house brightening the dark house. This magic spark causes a breeze to roll through the house disturbing the many wind chimes decorating the ceiling in each room. They glitter with the candles’ flames causing momentary rainbows. Yuki travels down the hallway creating shadows along the wall growing to the ceiling and even cascading into the rooms themselves. She opens the guest bedroom door quirking an eye at the small film of dust that falls from the door frame. Taking a look inside, Yuki shuts the door and instead continues to her own room.
Laying the girl down, the sheets ruffle with the new weight. The girl is tucked in gently and several pillows are fluffed to help her soothing head. Yuki checks the girl for any fever but none is present. Once satisfied, Yuki proceeds to a large cage tucked into a corner of the room. The door is open and she reaches in and pokes the small hammock bundled up in a bunch. The hammock twitches and a little head comes undone from the thin sheets, his hair all messy, and a big yawn on his lips. Small paws come together and groom back the bed head.
“good morning, Scratch,” Yuki ruffles the rat’s head hair again, causing Scratch to squeak and quickly groom the hair back. Yuki chuckles, “ well I’m going to make some tea for our sleeping beauty, wanna come?”
Scratch nods his head and crawls around the bars and climbs outside. Along the walls of the house are small shelves sticking with connecting archways into each room and high bridges in the hallway to allow Scratch to travel the whole house without fear of being stepped on. Now he speeds down the hallway to beat Yuki to the kitchen. When he arrives a teapot is already making its way to the stove full of water. Scratch turns the dial on top of the stove to the desired temperature. His whiskers twitch with the arrival of Yuki seeking guidance.
“yes, Scratch, thank you,” Yuki closes the lid on the teapot letting the water brew. She pulls a jar from the top shelf above the counter earning constant squeaks from Scratch. A piece of liver broken in several pieces is given to the chipper rodent who in return licks a finger on Yuki’s hand. “you’re a good boy.”
After putting the jar away, the witch goes back to her study to retrieve the almost forgotten letter. Her shoes merely tap the wooden in shy echoes passing the hallway. A faint glow from the candles now fill the quiet house with a subtle scratch on the air with movement. Not a single wood frame creaks.
Upon entering the study wood squeaks in protest and a even louder wail of wind pounds on the windows Constant bubbling float around the room’s space from the bottles and many potions brewing over fires and beakers sitting in racks. The tall curtains jerk in protest and slight anger to the new arrival in the room. A slight aggression is to be expected in this room. It is considered the cluster room of the house where al the magice of the area piles together due to her experiments pulling on this energy.
The fireplace hasn’t been used in years, so clearly it first is a chore but with Scratch’s squeaks in helping with directions on moving furniture helps provide sufficient entertainment. Dust begins to pick up in the room squrling in small curls in the air just to float back to place, Sneeze erupt a couple times from human and rat, hindering the project a moment to settle the fit of noses twitches and tickles. Once heavy and flammable objects are far away, Yuki collects her supplies, a bottle of orange powder and matches. Some old dry logs are already in place, the bark already having cracks and ash fills a bucket next to the stone ledge. Just a sprinkle of the powder is laid on the logs before a lite match is thrown into the small pit.
An explosive burst of flame rises from the enclosed space. It’s heated hands stretch out creating a circle above the fireplace. A mixture of red, orange and a faint blue spread out. It’s presence domineering while its roar echoes against the wood planks and shakes the furniture’s fabric. Some of the hotter sections tickle the edges of Scratch’s fur and Yuki’s bangs. The fear of roasted on top of a fire spreads through the rodent’s limbs and he dashes to hide behind the witch’s neck.
“enough General I’m not impressed.”
The fire expands and then compresses together taking the shape of a man, tall and handsome. His hair is short and skin fair details of his uniform start to show as the fire dims and colors brighten though the flames giving way to blonde hair blue eyes, and a very well tailored uniform jacket and pants. Tails of the fire can be seen on the edges of the jacket’s golden embroidered rope, around his finely shined black boots, and the tips of his hair and fingers. When the man salutes a wave of thin flame follows the motion The salute is mock along with his charming smile.
“oh my Yuki, you look beautiful as ever. What do I owe the pleasure?”
“we need to talk”
For this chapter i don't have any warning although i do plan for it to get much darker than this. This is also un-beta'd so ALL mistakes are my own. This is original, so if you plan on copying or pasting this plz ask for my permission first!
Yuki Potions Master Chapter II
“ You do realize that’s it midnight right?” The question is so sudden that the girl almost stumbles on her question. The witch standing by the bottom of the stairs looks calm and collected although it’s so late in the evening.
“Yes, I do, but I have been sent to deliver an important message to you, Yuki” The girl steps further into the study. Dark circle encase her eyes and a faint pale composition mares her skin. She looks unwell.
“It must be to travel through the Black Forest. At this time especially around the full moon most werewolves would be love to catch a morsel like you out at this time. Pretty…young..girls are best summed up as a good ribeye steak at a holiday BBQ.”
“I traveled through the village around the forest. It seemed….. to be less of an obstacle.”
“hmmm, yes I can see how that can seem to be the safest, although the last time I check the village had no clear entrances through the woods in several years now.”
The girl pauses in her rebuddle clearly thinking of a way to not insult the powerful witch in front of her, “I do not doubt your judgement, Yuki, but a lot has changed since you have sat on this hill.”
“You make it sound like you know personally of my daily living.”
“I only know of the stories they tell us over at the Academy. They say you have chosen this hill and house for the isolation, rare visitors and the terror of the forest that scares most people away.”
“So the General frequently speaks of my dishonorable discharge?”
“I-I would not say that…”
“You know that looks like a very old uniform of the academy?” Yuki has now made it closer to the girl. Her movements were quiet almost startling the girl. Her eyes bare down on the child, the gaze takes in the body obvious worn and stretch thin and yet an odd sense of intrique bounces off of Yuki creating a smile to form to her lips.
“what what u mean?”
“I remember wearing one of uniforms when I was in the academy,” Yuki grabs a book from a nearby shelf. Shelves cover the walls in this large open study starting from floor length stretching to the ceiling covered in nothing but books. Yuki opens it up to a page as a content almost pleased sound vibrates from her throat of the fond memories coming to life from the past. The book looks alike an album and the picture she shows Kelsey is of a group of young girls and boys standing together all in uniform. Down below the title says Academy Class 13 .
“This is from 15 years ago I believe but the uniform in this picture I wore was already going outta style back then, I’m surprised that they didn’t get rid of it sooner.”
“but I’ve worn this since I’ve been there…” the girl stutters.
“although I did have someone from the Academy come out here before not too long ago I wanna say a couple months ago. He was a cute thing but not so much in the manners though. They have changed their colors definitely from blue to purple, they need to change the cut of the shirt though not too appealing. In my opinion.”
“So maybe your not from the Academy?”
“yes I am! I have an important message from the Genral for you.” The girl grips the handlebag she had slung around her shoulder. The brass closing snaps in response to her harsh pull.
“hmmm let me see it then,” Yuki holds out an expected hand.
“yes right here” An old parchment rolled together and sealed by wax is placed in Yuki’s hand, the girl’s hand still conntected. Sweat rolls down her forhead in gallons.
“your shaking” Yuki notes
“yes yes I’m nervous” The other hand comes up to wipe the sudden moisture from her brow.
“It is understandable for a young girl such as yourself to be scared of the woods and what likes in it, but what troubles me is the journey you had to undergo to come here. Werewolves are a mere bump in the road compared to the many vile beasts you would have to face coming from the East.”
“We are the West.”
“True but from where I can stand you came from the East, no?”
“I’m just nervous. It’s not everday you get to meet a halfa……Master Yuki.”
From the girls mouth comes two large legs with claws extended dripping with silver venom. They slice the air with evil intent, but Yuki merely grabs the offending appenages in one grasp. She carries disgust on her face watching this small demon crawl from the girl’s throat only to leave it’s tail in to keep it a float on her feet. The demon in question has a body of long slender joints and eight legs to grip variest objects within reach to maintain a pretty decent speed. It’s face is close to it’s body leaving an opening where large sharp teeth come together in a vertical jaw. Salvia drips from the constant open mouth, a happy chirp escapes the being happy upon seeing the witch with it’s own black eyes.
“A pretty witch with pretty power, I will taste all of you!”
“Let the girl go demon or suffer my wraith.” Yuki continues to hold the legs of this low beast with no effort.
“Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! All Mine!!!” more legs stretch forward to graps onto the witch but Yuki is prepared, and grabs a small pile of dust from one of her bottles sitting on the table the demon pushed her into. The dust is thrown into the creatures’s eyes scolding the irises and burning the immediate flesh. “My eyes you foul wretch!”
Immediately the girl is released and falls to the ground along with a slimly tail escaping her mouth to curl around the sobbing demon. A white pendant glows below the girl pushing light around her body forming a shielf of sudden protection.
“No!” shouts the demon, “I take her! She’s mine to use, I will have your power! With such delicious energy healing this mere scabs will be no issue. Come! Come to me my pretty pretty witch!”
“Slime like you comes a long distance to see a pretty witch like me” Yuki grabs another bottle from the table backing slowly from the demon attempting to stand on unsteady legs.
“Desserts are a lonely place. I come to seek out the witch with golden hue, and a unique disposition! Your power glows even behind my now dead eyes! I want! I want!”
“You want it? Come and get it.”
The demon pushes all strength into it’s speedy legs charging in the direction of the witch, but she is quicker pouring the liquid contents of the bottle in her hands. Yuki throws the liquid in an arch across the demon, His limbs close together by an invisible force. They tighten and fold in half for good measure to hinder escape. The creature screams a blood curtling cry. More of the unknown bonds curl up the demon’s body to slowly crush him.
“What are you doing?? These are potions! Not magic!!!”
“You forget demon, I am Yuki…Potions Master…Potions are my magic.”
“Have Mercy!!”
More of the body is crushed leaving splatters of bloods across walls and tables. Bones crack in the dead air of screams and rapid decaying skin. His screams echo the room and claws continue to scratch into the wood hoping for a quick escape. Finally teeth dig into the floor to blind itself to all other pain. The bonds now glow with a white aura and now can be seen all over the body almost in casing the creature in a white cast of sorts.
“You will remain bound. Bound by body and thought forever to watch as the object of your greed continues to live another day.” Yuki closed the demon’s body in glass box, A lock is produced and secured over the latch, and once safety is secure she places the box on a far bookshelf amongst other demons who tried to lay barren to her or home. They all whine and groan as she comes near. “You all learn your lesson some day, but know that I will not destroy you now. For doing so would only relinquish your bad energy into this world to later filter back into something new You will stay here until I can find a ‘cure’ for this disease.’
With the final note to the demons Yuki approaches the unknown girl groaning on her floor.
“What just happened…..?”
“You were possessed for a long time I’m afraid…He must have been borrowed deep in there to obtain such an abnormally large size. Possesions can be painful you need to rest before thinking too much on what happened.”
“I-” Kelsey’s voice staggers as she falls against one of the nearby tables, gripping the corner tightly. Her eyes are glossed over as she stares instenlty at Yuki. The bottom lip quivers along with her head dropping, her voice barely above a whisper.
“You need rest,” yuki approaches her an arm stretch out to her.
Kelsey’s eyes grow large, with sudden strength she pushes against the table attempting to flee. Stumbling on her feet, she falls against the floor arms cushioning her forehead from the blow. Yuki stares where she’s at the young child, curious to her reaction. Kelsey slowly attempts to get to her hands and knees. The fear shows heavily in her tired eyes. By exhorting herself she is causing pain in her already sore limbs and a hot breath escapes her throat in pants. “You vile witch what have you done to me?”
“Like I mentioned earlier. Possesion.You need to rest.”
“Po-sess- I was never possessed! I don‘t need rest!”
She looks down at herself, her body now halfway to Yuki putting most of her weight on her hip to the floor. Picking at her clothing, after rubbing a hand down all areas of her exposed skin. “Wha-,” she takes a couple breaths beforeing continuing. “Take me back from whe ever you took me from!”
“I didn’t take you, you came to me. What is your name?.”
“You-” A wave of dizziness takes a hold of the girl and she falls forward again bracing herself against the cold wooden floor. “I-.”
Yuki kneels to the ground now eye level with the young girl. Her voice seems to echo in tune with the child’s migraine only making the question harder to ignore, “What is your name?”
“Kelsey…It’s Kelsey..”
“Nice to meet you Kelsey, it’s time for a rest.”
“I don’t-” Kelsey attempts to dissuade the witch again but more fog takes over her mind.
“You need sleep, girl.”
“What have-” Kelsey falls completely to the floor worn out and with a migraine of absolute pain.
After watching to make sure there are no more sudden movements from the girl, Yuki approaches the girl. She runs hands down her body checking for obvious injuries, before she carries Kelsey to a guest room just beyond the library.
Yuki’s house is a small two story, but only one level is dedicated to daily living and guests. Her study which they just left is an organized chaos of tables holding scientific models and constant equipment mixing and creating potions that run through her mind daily. Shelves stretch throughout the room pulling tight on the wood from the massive weight of her vast volume of collection over the years. Not a single space on the wall is wasted. Further up the room stairs lead to another level covered of course with further books, but an archway at the end of the section leads to the second level of the house that only herself uses for her constant experimenting training..
Outside the study a long hall starts from the door and leads down a long straight path to the back door. Along this hallway are three archways leading to a living room, den, and kitchen. The only other doors lead to a Master and Guest bedroom. In the believe of magics, magic exist in everything and everyone. It cannot be broken down or destroyed only broken apart to later be absorbed by another creation. Living with these abilities and using magic everyday causes a build up of constantly flowing magic in her household, so Yuki created archways instead of doors to help further assist the energy pass the area undisturbed. Along each archway are blessings carved into the frame of different elements to help also keep the guardians of the magic at ease.
Candles flicker with a new flame around the house brightening the dark house. This magic spark causes a breeze to roll through the house disturbing the many wind chimes decorating the ceiling in each room. They glitter with the candles’ flames causing momentary rainbows. Yuki travels down the hallway creating shadows along the wall growing to the ceiling and even cascading into the rooms themselves. She opens the guest bedroom door quirking an eye at the small film of dust that falls from the door frame. Taking a look inside, Yuki shuts the door and instead continues to her own room.
Laying the girl down, the sheets ruffle with the new weight. The girl is tucked in gently and several pillows are fluffed to help her soothing head. Yuki checks the girl for any fever but none is present. Once satisfied, Yuki proceeds to a large cage tucked into a corner of the room. The door is open and she reaches in and pokes the small hammock bundled up in a bunch. The hammock twitches and a little head comes undone from the thin sheets, his hair all messy, and a big yawn on his lips. Small paws come together and groom back the bed head.
“good morning, Scratch,” Yuki ruffles the rat’s head hair again, causing Scratch to squeak and quickly groom the hair back. Yuki chuckles, “ well I’m going to make some tea for our sleeping beauty, wanna come?”
Scratch nods his head and crawls around the bars and climbs outside. Along the walls of the house are small shelves sticking with connecting archways into each room and high bridges in the hallway to allow Scratch to travel the whole house without fear of being stepped on. Now he speeds down the hallway to beat Yuki to the kitchen. When he arrives a teapot is already making its way to the stove full of water. Scratch turns the dial on top of the stove to the desired temperature. His whiskers twitch with the arrival of Yuki seeking guidance.
“yes, Scratch, thank you,” Yuki closes the lid on the teapot letting the water brew. She pulls a jar from the top shelf above the counter earning constant squeaks from Scratch. A piece of liver broken in several pieces is given to the chipper rodent who in return licks a finger on Yuki’s hand. “you’re a good boy.”
After putting the jar away, the witch goes back to her study to retrieve the almost forgotten letter. Her shoes merely tap the wooden in shy echoes passing the hallway. A faint glow from the candles now fill the quiet house with a subtle scratch on the air with movement. Not a single wood frame creaks.
Upon entering the study wood squeaks in protest and a even louder wail of wind pounds on the windows Constant bubbling float around the room’s space from the bottles and many potions brewing over fires and beakers sitting in racks. The tall curtains jerk in protest and slight anger to the new arrival in the room. A slight aggression is to be expected in this room. It is considered the cluster room of the house where al the magice of the area piles together due to her experiments pulling on this energy.
The fireplace hasn’t been used in years, so clearly it first is a chore but with Scratch’s squeaks in helping with directions on moving furniture helps provide sufficient entertainment. Dust begins to pick up in the room squrling in small curls in the air just to float back to place, Sneeze erupt a couple times from human and rat, hindering the project a moment to settle the fit of noses twitches and tickles. Once heavy and flammable objects are far away, Yuki collects her supplies, a bottle of orange powder and matches. Some old dry logs are already in place, the bark already having cracks and ash fills a bucket next to the stone ledge. Just a sprinkle of the powder is laid on the logs before a lite match is thrown into the small pit.
An explosive burst of flame rises from the enclosed space. It’s heated hands stretch out creating a circle above the fireplace. A mixture of red, orange and a faint blue spread out. It’s presence domineering while its roar echoes against the wood planks and shakes the furniture’s fabric. Some of the hotter sections tickle the edges of Scratch’s fur and Yuki’s bangs. The fear of roasted on top of a fire spreads through the rodent’s limbs and he dashes to hide behind the witch’s neck.
“enough General I’m not impressed.”
The fire expands and then compresses together taking the shape of a man, tall and handsome. His hair is short and skin fair details of his uniform start to show as the fire dims and colors brighten though the flames giving way to blonde hair blue eyes, and a very well tailored uniform jacket and pants. Tails of the fire can be seen on the edges of the jacket’s golden embroidered rope, around his finely shined black boots, and the tips of his hair and fingers. When the man salutes a wave of thin flame follows the motion The salute is mock along with his charming smile.
“oh my Yuki, you look beautiful as ever. What do I owe the pleasure?”
“we need to talk”