Time and time again

Thirteen

That’s the name the call her. Only when they want to feed off her.

Haruame looks a piece of broken mirror. Her pale body is skinny and malnourished.
Her white hair, long, shaggy and untidy. She doesn’t look like a thirteen year old child. She’s tiny, only as tall as her captors elbow. She suffers from psychogenic dwarfism, a growth disorder that affects children when the feel stressed or when they are kept in abusive confided condition for long periods of time, like how she is kept now.

She gazes upon the night sky while humming Lacrimosa, her favorite and only known song, sung by the Japanese band Kalafiga. The cell door opens.
“ Thirteen” a man says. She just walks obediently to the man. She’s brought to a large room where people look at her with hungry eyes. They launch at her, aiming for her neck.

“ Stop…” she says as they drain the blood out of her small body.

They continued anyway. The pain was too much to bear. Haruame felt like a million needles was being poked everywhere on her body. Why had she been captured and tortured like this?

Because she was an Alamita Thirteen.

Suddenly, she falls still.

She opens her eyes and finds herself in a world filled with green grass as far as the eye can see. The world she often dreamed of. She was wearing a long powder blue shirt and some slacks.

A tall man leapt from a tree. “ My, my. Is this the person who called me? You’re so small! Did you eat properly?” he asked with concern

Haruame stood there, quietly looking at the person. He signed and said “ I can help you get out of this mess, if you want make a contract with me”

“ Get me…out? Away from those people? Forever?” she asked

“ Yes. But only if you make a contract with me.”

“ Okay”

“ Seal.” he said and he pointed at chest. Directly at the space where her Syrkress is.

“ And the deal is made. What will you name me?”

“Sanctus Morganeo.”

Haruame awoke in the room. People were screaming. Sanctus was smiling while killing them. A chain lashed at but Sanctus blocked it and threw it at he person. He collapsed with a thud as the chain hit his head.

The ground shook and the ceiling started to crumble.

Sanctus lifted Haruame and they escaped in the nick of time. Sanctus looked at his master. She was an Alamita Thirteen. She was too skinny and too small. What did they feed her all those years?

“ Put me down” she said softly.

Sanctus did and she said “ And now, we part ways”

“Impossible .You made a contract with me and I’ll stay at you’re side. Those are the deals”

Haruame looked at the sky while humming Lacrimosa. She hadn’t seen the real sky for a long time.

She started to walk away and Sanctus stood in front of her.

“ Leave me alone” she said and started running, only to collapse a few minutes later.

“ Bocca!” he said while rushing to her side, clearly worried about her.

It turns out that she fell asleep.

“ This kid…” Sanctus said while carrying her away from the field.

Haruame awoke later in a nice comfy bed that smelled of lavender. She looked around and heard some one playing a nice tune on a piano. She walked out of the room and went towards the sound of the music. A large sign was on top of the room’s door. “ Music Room 2”

She opened the door and saw Sanctus lashing out at the piano, fingers working tirelessly at the complicated piece. Haruame looked at him in awe. Sanctus noticed someone looking at him and faced back. When he saw her, he said “ That was a nice piece, don’t you think?”

Zian nodded. “ Why don’t you try it?” Sanctus asked.

“ I don’t know how to”

“ Try it. Piano is the simplest and basic instrument. If you know how to play the piano, then you’ll know how to play anything”

Haruame walked over to the piano and Sanctus moved a bit. “ First, I’ll pay a piece and I want you to visualize it in your mind. What are the songs you know?”
“ Lacrimosa…by Kalafina”

“ That’s a great choice!” he said and started playing
Haruame saw the notes and the flow of the song. It was gentle yet harsh. It was the last song she heard before she had been kidnapped.

Sanctus finished the song with a lento [slow] and grazioso [gracefully] pace.

“ Now you try.” and she did. It was shaky at first but she aced it with flying colors after a try. Sanctus was harmoniously playing the violin to its tune.

“ Now, I want you to play it harmoniously with the violin. That shouldn’t be too hard. You heard me playing with you just now, didn’t you?” he said as he handed the violin to her.

She played and got it right in the first try.

Soon they were playing non stop, switching during intervals. The sky had turned dark when they finally stopped. A loud grumble escaped Haruame’s stomach.

“ Looks like someone’s hungry. I’ll make dinner”

Dinner consisted of roasted lamb, gravy and toppings and blackberry wine from 1877. She ate only a small piece of lamb and a few sips of wine.

“What’s the matter? I thought you were hungry”

“ I don’t eat much” she said in that small voice of hers and she left the dining table. Sanctus stopped her and forced her to eat the rest of the meal

“ How do you expect to grow up tall and strong? You are an Alamita Thirteen for god sake! By this age, you should already be above 170 cm and should be able to lift and balance a 65 year old maple tree. You’re too small and I, Sanctus, will make you into the Alamita Thirteen you are!” said Sanctus while pushing her to eat.

The next day, Sanctus took Haruame out. She didn’t even bother asking, so long they get back in time for another 6 hour piano session.

“ I’m going to clean your image. Surely you don’t plan walking around like this.”
First they went to the busy heart of the town. The people looked at Haruame and Sanctus with much interest. Partly because Haruame looked like one of those sewer kids and partly because Sanctus was a tall and eye *cough*catching*cough* youth.

They stopped at one of the tailor shops and a small woman balance precociously on a pair of stilts asked at them “ May I help you?”

“ My master is in need of a closet of clothes. I hope you will help us”

“ Sure! Zane, get your lazy butt here!”

The person took the measurements while the woman bombarded Haruame with questions “ What’s you’re favorite color?”

“ I don’t know.”

“ I think midnight and sky blue, green, purple, black and red would be great colors for my master”

“ Okay, I’ve got the measurements. How many outfits will your closet will be?’

“ Sanctus?”

“ 12. Make the last two flamboyant but nice enough to wear to a noblemen party”

“ Your order is my command! Come back the day after tomorrow.”

“ That’s fast” Sanctus said

Next, they went to a hair salon. “ How may we assist you?”

“ My master has been on an off road trip for the past few years and he came back like this. Can you please help him”

‘ Why is Sanctus calling me a boy?’

“ You poor thing! I’ll get my best hairdresser for you!” the receptionist pushed Haruame into a chair.

A man with spiky multicolored came in looking more like a person who just came out of Visual Kei concert than a hairstylist. “ Hello there, what’s your name?”

“ Haruame”

“ That’s a nice name. Haruame means spring rain, doesn’t it? Very unique. How old are you?” he asked while pouring sweet smelling shampoo onto her dirty long hair.

“Thirteen.”

“ Thirteen?! I thought you were no bigger than eight. Oh well, I guess you haven’t grown yet…”

The man washed and blow dried her hair and gave her some magazines to look at for her hairstyle. Haruame picked the short and spunky style that she liked.

Haruame marveled at the result of it. “ Remember, you have to come back to trim it once a month to make sure it stays that way” he said with a smile.

Sanctus paid for the hair cut and said “ This hairstyle suits you…’

Then they went into a shoe shop and bought a pair of black and purple knee length boots that made Haruame look taller.

And that's a wrap!

Inner Sano is hosting today, since Sano's too busy drawing her pic and was too lazy to type anything in the post...

The above is not a form of the Zidane or ZIdan seiries, because she has no ideas and the workload of work accumalating is piling up. Who asked you to get sick, Kuso Gaki? The ustad said he made Sano sick after he got mad at her for not memorising the versers from the Quran at the back of her book and no being able to answer any of the questions he asked on Tuesday, as ThoAho said.

Man, a person can only go so far in being an idiot...It's not my fault she's not interestic in Agama studies...What to do...the only things that are interesting is the history and not the versers. You try and memorise them. If you have a smart mind, maybe you could. Unfortunatly, she doesn't.

This is an 6 page extertion of her second story. SHe would like you to comment on it...Since the story was inspired by Kuroshitsuji, you get the idea...

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PS: Both of us are listening to MCR's I Don't Love You, I'm a Loner by CNBLUE and Mati Hidup Kembali by Butterfingers.