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I am tired of this happening.

Akako wasn't really much of a party planner, but for Hakuba she had gladly bitten the bullet and managed to coordinate an impressive get together at her mansion. She didn't even have to do any work, either-- Issei and Mr. Smart had decorated the place, while Aoko and several other people had brought food.

The witched watched as her workers finished up the last of the preparations. Everything looked so perfect-- nothing less for Hakuba, of course-- and now all that was left was for the guest of honor to arrive.

((Open log to anyone who wants to come to Hakuba's birhtday~! And yes, this does take place during OT3 :P))

Aoko-chan, I have something urgent to tell you.

[This? Is the sound of a stuffy nosed Akako. She sneezes once and sniffles, before speaking, her voice dull]

How unfortunate. It seems I have caught a cold. [a sneeze] How odd, my magic usually prevents me from becoming ill...

I would request someone bring me conventional medicine at once. I do not have the strength to brew myself a cold remedy.

[she coughs and moans in annoyance] Quickly.

((So! Akako was slipped a pill that gave her a cold by chipmunk!Haibara. And Lylith, this is after the comment spam RL for time reference XD))

Hm.

It seems like I won't have to refresh my supply of dragon scales for quite a while.

Akako wasn't quite sure what to think.

Viruses like these happened all the time. She had been a victim of one herself after all, one that made her completely forget about Hakuba, just as he had forgotten about her. Not to mention she was fairly certain her 'date' with Kazuha could also be blamed on the virus. She was well aware that the community often made people say and do things they really didn't mean.

Even so, she couldn't prevent herself from being irrationally angry. At Tyki, Zechs and Hakuba. She had exacted her revenge and the former two already, and although she was absolutely livid at her boyfriend, she just couldn't bring herself to do anything to him. She knew he hated it when she used her magic on him, so she always refrained.

No matter how tempting it was. Love did silly things to people, after all.

The witch sighed and leaned back in her chair, a steaming cup of tea in her hands. She had prepared one for Hakuba as well (his favorite brand, and no it was not her special blend either).

Kuroba-kun.

I would like to know why you didn't deem it necessary to tell me what had happened to Aoko-chan and Saguru.

I have spent the past few days in a frantic search for them both, and my scrying spells aren't working. Tell me now or you will truly learn what the definition of a curse is.

I would like to know why Saguru, Kuroba-kun and Aoko-chan have deemed it necessary to leave Alize and myself behind while they ride a giant mechanical fish to wherever their destination was.

Please, do elaborate.

I don't take kindly to being left behind. Particularly with this girl.

Cross, I would like to thank you for the lessons the other day. They have come in quite handy~

And it seems another virus has finally struck the community. I thought it was odd that there hadn't been one all month, but I suppose we were due for another one. And this one is quite amusing, too! Poor Ratty~

Hm. I have his house key. I am still unsure how I should use it.

((Strikes hackable because... Akako doesn't know computers))

...

What in the world was that lump of coal doing on my doorstep on Christmas morning? How childish.

Akako sighed in frustration to herself as she watched her grandmother prepare a pot of tea. The older woman frowned to herself, her wrinkles becoming more pronounced with the action. "Honestly," she said, her voice deep and raspy due to age, "If there's one thing I miss about magic, it's the ability to make tea without having to use these silly conventional mortal devices."

"Grandmother," Akako said, "You haven't been a witch for a few years now. You haven't yet learned how to make tea without magic?"

The grandmother (who was named Ami) shot her granddaughter an annoyed glare. "I have my assistants do it for me," she snapped, "Which, this is one thing I don't understand, why don't you have more assistants?" The woman finished preparing the tea and poured both herself and her daughter a cup. "Particularly, why is the only one you have incredibly ugly?"

Akako's right eye twitched as she took the cup. "I have my reasons, grandmother," she said. She blew on her tea and took a sip, while Ami took a seat next to her.

"It's strange! You could have all the men in the world, and yet you refuse to even try to charm them anymore because of your connection with the English detective!" Ami watched her granddaughter carefully and frowned. "And you used to love being adored."

"I have moved past that, Grandmother," Akako said calmly, yet hotly, "And I would appreciate it if you do not mention such things to Saguru and his parents when they arrive."

The older woman rolled her eyes. "If you say so, dearie," she said with a smirk.

Akako glared at her grandmother once more and went back to sipping her tea. Hakuba and his parents would be arriving soon.

She hoped this wouldn't be a disaster.

I find this weather quite fascinating~

She had expected the dragon scales she had secured from Phil a few months ago to last much longer than they had, but in retrospect Akako wasn't surprised when she noticed her supply running dangerously low. She had been brewing potions more often now that she was a member of that online community, mainly in an attempt to cure these 'viruses' that plagued everyone there. Most of the potions she had made required a dragon scale or two, as well... so it wasn't like they had gone to waste (although technically they had, considering her potions hardly ever worked). She had planned to spend the afternoon searching for a dragon and harvesting a few scales from it. And when Hakuba suggested he tag along, she had been more than willing to let him.

The detective had never seen a dragon, and Akako was fairly sure he didn't believe they existed. She briefly wondered what his reaction would be when he found out they were real.

The witch had returned home after school immediately to abandon her school bag and change into something... much more revealing (and comfortable, in the witch's opinion). She sat on her porch, a hand bag for the scales slung over her shoulder and her magic broom in the other hand, waiting for Hakuba to arrive.

...

Witches do not have to work hard to earn the admiration of men around them. We attract men without trying-- and that is that. For those who aren't attracted right away, a simple love potion often solves this problem. I still do not understand why they didn't work on Kuroba-kun, though. I suppose it is a moot point now. I never find myself in short supply of slaves, either. It is not as if I feel anything for them. I just enjoy having them around. A beautiful woman deserves to be waited on by mortal men, after all.

And yet... I always find myself so entirely frustrated when he goes to someone else. I'm already aware of why I feel this way. I just don't understand why he wouldn't come to me first.

... maybe I'm doing something wrong?

Thank goodness it was night.

Akako wrung her hands together nervously as she waited on her front porch for Hakuba to arrive with the very, very unconscious Kid. She knew something would go wrong tonight-- she always knew, her magic had a tendency to tell her. And she was nearly kicking herself in the head for not doing something about it. She could have given them a talisman to protect them, or something.

At least Hakuba was okay and unharmed. And apparently Kid's injuries weren't too extensive. She'd have to evaluate them herself.

The witch bit her lip in worry and willed Hakuba to arrive faster. She was a very impatient woman.

As you can see, I used my magic to fix your destroyed building.

I don't do favors often. Be thankful~

...

That was... most interesting. I almost thought my magic would prevent me from being affected by any of these 'viruses.' It looks like I will have to come up with a stronger spell, then.

... I did not enjoy getting along with Ratty.

Here at Cook County Jail, we all have our stories. Maybe you should hear a few~

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