Ehh, I need a place to continue writing fanfiction. I always work on it on a forum or something. I just can't write in Word, for some reason.
Chapter 4: The Ordinary Day of the Black Magician
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Every day is the same for me. And that day was no different.
It began with the usual routine. Wake up, make sure my hair isn't a tangled mess (Maybe I should get this cut?), put on my signature hat, and step outside.
That's it. No breakfast (It'll only slow me down), teeth brushing, morning prayers, none of that. I don't have time for all that in the morning. I have things to do, people to see, and places to go. After all, unlike that shrine maiden, I don't have time to just sit around all day on my fat butt. Some people actually have to get by.
Oh, right. So I step outside, and mount my broom.
I love my broom, though it's really Reimu's, I think. It's a nice, sturdy broom, that's seen more than its fair share of repairs. Not the best in the world, probably, but it looks properly mystical whenever I fly from place to place. Of course, it IS me flying. I don't need a broom to do that, and, if I couldn't fly, I doubt a broom would help in the slightest.
So, I mount my broom, and, under my own steam, I remind you, hover upwards, above the trees. As always, the view is actually pretty nice. I can almost understand what Reimu is talking about when she mumbles about the beauty of nature and whatnot.
However, nature can wait, because I've spotted my first target: Alice's house.
I zoom across the two hundred yards separating us, and touch down on the ground. As always, Alice has kept her house so clean that it's unbelievably creepy. Then again, Alice herself is creepy.
Rather than waiting for her to notice me hanging around, I quietly hover up to her roof, and quickly get a foothold in it. Being extremely stealthy, I creep over to her chimney, and, just to avoid a stupid mistake, stick my head in it.
No fire, no smoke, no traps, it's all good. I carefully reach over for the broom, drop it in the chimney, and-
It catches fire as it falls. Dammit, Alice, that's just cold...
Prying a shingle from her roof, I want to be doubly sure that her chimney is clear, after my comrade in arms just lost its life.
Saying a quick prayer to whatever god happened to inhabit the Hakurei shrine, I dropped the shingle down the chimney, and waited with bated breath.
The sound of stone smashing against stone was music to my ears. All clear. I waited a moment longer.
Absolute silence. Alice was none the wiser.
I grabbed a spell card, just in case, and jumped down the chimney, sliding down noiselessly.
The soot, combined with my shoes and natural catlike agility muffled my fall, giving me a perfect entrance into the house of-
"Oh, this is lucky..." a cheerful voice greeted my ears. "Has Marisa come over to play with me? Or maybe she wanted to borrow one of my books?" Alice, of course. And she was
mad. As in both insane and angry.
I grinned nervously, and rubbed the back of my head, after adjusting my hat. "The latter, actually, so I'll just-"
"No!" Alice shouted back at me, not even letting me finish. "You're going to play with me, okay?"
