http://clampfix.fanworks.net/tb-fix/1975.txt </head><body><pre>back in the 70's.. html version available at: http://malice.greywolves.org/x/1975.html - - - - - - - 1975 written by malice [who really likes c&c] Once upon a time in the 70's, Sakurazuka Kiyoko was coming home from work and walking. All kinds of tedious things had to be done on her way home like shopping food and lots of that (she swore that her son had a black hole hidden in that stomach of his), she had to pick up her best suit from the drycleaner's and if she would ever make it back home, then she'd have to find out where that obnoxious little brat was who made her life a living hell most of the time. Her family was a very trendy westernized one - something her inlaws looked down as disgrace but she received headache from green tea, hated the impractical Japanese central heating and far preferred Chanel to a dull and extremely uncomfortable line of kimonos. She wouldn't get a car, though, even if it would have been quite useful. A woman with a car in these days was rather unheard of and one of the darker side of things in her life that she couldn't exactly attract too much attention. A little rebellion was one thing, but an independant woman a whole other. Feed the boy, feed the tree, kill someone.. hnh. "Independence" was a debatable point about her life. Feeling the heavenly joy of hope regarding the high heels and the prospect of getting out of them, she made it back home, opened the gate of the garden (gosh.. my garden path must be at least a metre and a half long..) and went up inside, kicking the shoes away. She took her groceries into the kitchen, wondering where Sei-chan could be when she sensed a discord in the atmosphere of the house, a very gentle one, invisible like a single hair.. "Sei-chan..?" She called warily. "Come here at once", she said, sounding normal as if she had sensed nothing. In case that someone was watching at her, she relaxed her tension out of her body and behaved as usual, putting the things into the fridge and then took off her overcoat, taking it back into the hallway, listening, but nothing came, no sound at all. She was big on interior decoration and surprisingly that was exactly what saved her day now. According to all the best traditions of Feng Shui, she reached on the natural energy flowing in the house, suspecting that this was where she'd noticed the problem in the first place. "Feng shui.." she thanked the art aloud, knowing that there would have been no way for her to otherwise find this easily the source of this distortion. Ready to crack on some good ole ofuda, Kiyoko headed for the back door. One single energy stream, as thin and invisible as if hadn't almost been, had been turned around, combined with a thing called "bad influences" in Feng Shui, a curse in omnyo-jitsu, but the correct verse would be, in this case - she opened the back door, careful not to touch it - Evil Eye. A semi-Christian dark magic symbol chalked on one of the concrete stairs, flowing in within that upturned stream of energy that abused Feng Shui, polluting the house. Quite a remarkable show, she decided, but she regarded Evil Eyes as if she was swatting flies. She spat on the chalk runes and bent down, rubbing off the white text ; that easy it was. Really. If that brat had endeavoured this..! Kiyoko's forehead vein thumped dangerously, promising death by brain damage. Then she realized something; even though the Evil Eye was quite a child's play, the Feng Shui transformation had not been. In fact, there was no way that Sei-chan 9-years-old could have done that since even Kiyoko didn't have enough imagination to put up a double cantation like this one. But.. what had the twisted pentagram said? She stopped rubbing at once and read whatever was left. Latin, latin.. "witch?" She stood up, wondering at what the sentence might have meant as she brought the energy lines back to normal. Something about crones, anyway. Shaking her head, hoping that the damage was minimal, she did secure the downstairs most carefully, seeing that everything else was normal. Bathroom alright, kitchen alright (no salad bowls filled with a foamy layer of white mould there), living room alright.. then it was upstairs time. She put slippers on as she passed through the hallway again, then softly crept up the wooden staircase, wondering at the same time where her little son might have been since he had strict orders regarding coming back straight from school. The upstairs corridor was fine, so was her room (locked, naturally), her absent husband's study was as dark and void as ever, until the room that remained was Seishirou's. Hoping that she wouldn't have to enter, Kiyoko merely opened the door a little and peeped in. It was dark in there, the curtains were drawn even though Kiyoko thought that she'd permanently succeeded in talking Seishirou out of the habit (she thought of removing the curtains away permanently since the little boy would get a terrible eyesight at a young age from the strange living circumstances.) The room was a total chaos as per usual - loads of toys and comics were scattered across the floor, the futon would be in one peace only hopefully (Kiyoko was a strong believer in futon, though - her back ached in those soft western beds) and the cave hadn't seen a vacuum cleaner in a few months probably. She went on living in this lie that anyone would eventually get bored with a mess and clean it up, but as this was a battle of wills, it was the seventh week of Sei-chan's mostly harmless mutiny. When discussion was opened, the boy kept talking on and on about entropy, "perfect crystallines" and the end of the world. Someone was in the room, she could tell. Kiyoko sighed and went to the window to open the curtains when a low growl came from her little samurai. "Touch that and you're dead", came the malicious threat. She lifted her brow and yanked the cloth from the way of the light. "Na..ni...?!" She turned on her heels and scanned the room in daylight. The futon and a pile of clothes had been piled into one big mountain of things in the corner of the room. She went there slowly and started to remove the things one by one. "Little mole, get yourself out from there at once", she commanded, miffed and angry. She tried to remove a vague cloth but it wouldn't go since small hands were clunging to it. "Nonononono..." the boy repeated. "I will definitely spank you with a frying pan and cut your fingers and heal them and cut them again if you don't let go of this thing RIGHT NOW!!" "I WON'T! I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE TO!" Her hand went through the cloth and she lifted the boy up, holding and dangling him from his left leg like a prize fish. "DAMN it Se... Sei-chan..?" She went uncertain, seeing what she was holding in her hand. Actually, the sight was so gross that she dropped the boy on the pile (and on his head for that matter) and took a step backwards. Now she understood the spell.. too bad that it had hit the wrong target. The crone mutation must have been targeted at her, someone was after her perfect beauty, obviously someone who had no idea about her powers.. But the wart and the extra hair across the body, the yellow-orange teeth.. yuck yuck yuck! and the other things.. oh, his poor, poor Sei-chan, no wonder that the light had been blocked out. She went back to the window and then looked again at the boy hiden beneath a layer clothes.. if he looked even vaguely like a boy, it was.. "Sei-chan, little darling, mommy can fix it. Just a little curse, nothing bad. I put the lights away again. Come out, I'll remove it." A blanket pile moved on its knees and hands towards her voice as she came up with a spell that would even vaguely remove the damage. "Onsoryannon.. chian'ti .. sinnui..."² Kiyoko muttered with parts of the words nearly inaudible, reaching her hands under the blanket even though it greatly disgusted herself. But it wasn't important that they sounded right, but in fact meant right. Not wanting to even dream about how this spell would come back to herself, she puffed the bad things away with her left hand. Hoping that the boy was back to normal - or then she would've had to send Seishirou to the school of Igors, Kiyoko reached for the desk light and the room was filled with its soft glow. "Come out, you heard me", she said firmly. Curiously, she took a hold from the edge of the powder blue blanket and started to lift it slowly. He caught a glimpse of Sei-chan's hands first - lucky that they didn't grow three-inch green hair anymore. Confident that it was all alright, she let the whole blanket go all the way. Then she looked at him and realized that it was probable that she'd ruined it after all. "Aaa, kami-sama, okaa-san, what did you do?!" The boy cried in panic. "Oh, nothing darling, nothing, you're just fine again, nothing wrong anymore, look at yourself." As the boy looked about and saw the freakshow was over, Kiyoko headed tiredly out the door, hoping that she'd have enough wits in five years when the great big hordes of girls lined up in front of their door, wanting to see the cutest boy in the neighbourhood.. Kiyoko arrived at the decision that the appearance spell had been extremely succesfull, neverthless. o wa ri .. for now ²: Translation; "Dadedadee-dadeeda-dom, cosmetics by Sei's mom's beauty salon." ² n ² Maija [ malice@bdb.fi ] [ http://malice.greywolves.org ] "Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care." -- (Terry Pratchett, alt.fan.pratchett)</pre><p><a href="./">Back</a></p><p><a href=http://www.dreamhost.com/donate.cgi?id=216><img border=0 alt="Donate towards our web hosting bill!" src=https://secure.newdream.net/donate1.gif></a></p></body></html>