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Chapter 02:

"Zarra-sama, I have finished taping the boxes on my side." Informed a teenage girl, possessing sharp hazel eyes, standing at a height of 163 centimeters in a sailor girl's uniform. The blonde's hair had been cut into a bob of neck length, adorned with a simple black headband. She was Izarra Honda's retainer, Melisandra- a picture perfect example of a serious beauty.

"I only have one more to go." Izarra notified. Because ten years had passed, the girl of Japanese and Peruvian descent was now sixteen years old. Back when she had been six, she had been an adorable child, but her angelic beauty was now more defined due to the passage of time and her mother's genes. It looked like a halo should be floating on the top of her head. Her lustrous umber hair had grown cascading down to her back and over her shoulders in straight strands; a vertical hair clip of three silver stars closely bounded together decorated the right side of her head. She coincidentally also possessed a height of 163 centimeters and was clothed in First Shibuya High School's female attire.

The gray eyed girl trotted over to the final box, accidentally knocking the contents out of it.

Izarra Honda and her attendant were packing up, because this was the year the umber haired girl's fiance, Guren Ichinose was going to be a freshman at First Shibuya High School and had moved into a 5LDK unit with his retainers to attend the educational institution. Moving men were coming over to carry Izarra's and Melisandra's belongings they had packed to that very same 5LDK unit.

Izarra distinguished the contents that had spilled out onto the ground were photo albums. Picking up an opened album and turning it around, the gray eyed girl saw a smiling six year old her and a blushing five year old Guren in the bathtub. She giggled at this picture, her dimple revealing it's hiding spot. "Hah, he was so adorable.~ I wanted to tease him so much more back then.~" She closed the album, picked up the rest, placed them into the brown card box and sealed it shut.

Melisandra walked over to her mistress, holding Izarra's school bag. Since they had already gotten ready before they had started packing and had breakfast, all they had to do now was head off to school.

This would be Izarra Honda's second year at First Shibuya High School. First Shibuya High was an elite school for nurturing sorcerers, founded and led by the Hiragi Clan.

Her first year? Izarra didn't have that much of an opinion on her first few weeks of high school. She had been more preoccupied with creating new spells. It was just that she had some raucous schoolmates and teachers who had something to say, because she was the fiancée of Guren Ichinose. But their attitudes had quickly done an 180 degrees change after a single month. The reasons why their attitudes had switched like that, well the students and teachers do not wish to bring up that petrifying past.

Izarra fished her cellphone from out of her skirt's pocket. Looking at the time, the umber haired teenager deduced, "Little Guren, Sayuri-chan and Shigure-chan may still be sleeping." She smirked, "I wonder if I should walk Little Guren to school; it is his first day after all.~"

"Izarra-sama, you cannot." The blonde pulled out a schedule book, pushing up her black rectangular framed glasses on the bridge of her nose. "Today you have to give the school pins to the freshmen, meaning that you have to be to school at least at 5 am on the dot. Then you will have to handle taking the pins out of their packages at 5:10 am, setting up the table outside of the school at 5:25 am-"

"Okay, I remember, Mel." This planned event had slipped the girl of the Honda Clan's mind. Well, with a high percentage of things, the sixteen year old wouldn't recall, if it had nothing to do with magic. Since she had been the one to suggest handing out silver pins with the school's crest on it to welcome the new high school goers this year, Kureto Hiragi had placed her in charge of doing so.

Signalling that they should leave to her retainer, Melisandra clicked off the light switch. The two left.

••••

Izarra really regretted giving Kureto Hiragi the idea about the school pins. She had to offer pins to six hundred freshmen. That large quantity did not please her one bit. 'Hah, with this time I could have been using it to make progress on that spell. Or I could have been teasing Little Guren by now.~ Little Kureto, I will definitely be sending you a nice surprise.~' Then her gray eyes suddenly narrowed, a solemn air surrounding her. 'And today, just like Little Guren is also-' She didn't complete her thought.

Currently, she and Melisandra were standing behind a long desk where pins rested in their small cases with a hard plastic clear covering and a black backing.

A freshman boy walked over to the table and said with a slight hue of red a cross his face. "Uuu-hh... my name is Gotaro Tagisa. A-and I'm here to pick up.... my pin."

After typing 'Gotaro Tagisa' in the search bar for the list of freshman in her mini laptop, Melisandra clicked off on Gotaro's name. Then Izarra handed him the welcoming gift.

Because Gotaro had been enamored by the female pair's looks, he just noticed that the two weren't followers of Mikado no Oni by the crest on their collar school badge. They were from the Honda House, meaning that one of the girls in front of him was the fiance of that trash from the Ichinose Clan. His eyes turned cold with contempt and disgust swimming in them. When Gotaro was about to fire an insult, a hand quickly covered his mouth.

It was done by a third year, Gotaro's older brother, Sataro Tagisa. He nervously laughed with sweat tumbling down the sides of his paper white face. "Hahaha....nice to see you again for this school year, Izarra-sama."

Gotaro's eyes widened, hearing how his older brother had addressed the umber haired girl before them.

Lazily lifting an eyebrow, the Honda queried. "Have we met before?"

The two had indeed met before, but Izarra did not recollect when they had.

"U-u-h! No, we haven't met before Izarra-sama! I only know your name because we go to the same school and heard of your superb talents in magic!" The eldest son from the Tagisa Clan answered. "I wish you and your friend a good school year!" He dragged his little brother quickly away as if his pants were on fire.

After the brothers departed, a fifteen year old girl gracefully walked to the table. Long ashen hair. Amber eyes.

Izarra had knew with her attending to this table, that she would inevitably meet the one who Guren loved - Mahiru Hiragi. There was several seconds of silence between them as they looked at each other. The umber haired sixteen year old decided to be the first to speak before the other could. "Mel, tick off Mahiru Hiragi's name."

"Yes Zarra-sama." She typed away on her laptop, following her mistress' order.

"Ah, I see. So this is how it is." Mahiru said, examining Izarra. It was not known why she had exactly said that. Maybe it was because she was judging girl before her who was the fiancee of the one who she loved. Then she requested. "...Izarra-senpai, can you put the pin on me?"

The school's ground quieted down as others viewed the scene that was taking place. Even the watchers could have sensed that there was something peculiar in the air between the girls, but they couldn't hear their conversation. No one dared to draw closer to do so. What was going to take place? Were the two starting off as enemies the second they met, because of their opposing clans?

Then they pondered, in a fight between Izarra Honda and Mahiru Hiragi, who would win between the teenage girls? Izarra had scored first place on the entrance exams and had been the first year representative, towering over Kureto Hiragi. Later on, Kureto could not the defeat the umber haired girl in anything to the written exams, the sorcery tests, the fighting techniques and so on. What they also knew was that Mahiru surpassed her older brother on all those terms as well, competing with him to be the next Head of the Hiragi House.

They observed impatiently and excitedly. Would their goddess teach this devil's incarnation a lesson and knock her off her high proud throne?

Izarra felt a dull throbbing sensation deep in the back of her mind and decided to get this over with quickly. As she pinned the welcoming gift on Mahiru's shirt, she noticed a silver necklace lying around the girl's neck, but couldn't see what was hanging on it.

"Thank you-" Mahiru started. Then she leaned in and whispered the rest into Izarra's ear, finishing and leaving.

The expecting onlookers' movie terminated with an anti-climatic end.

As Mahiru got further and further out of her field of vision, Izarra slowly leaned her head upwards, gazing at the azure blue sky. She saw pink flower petals dancing in the atmosphere, the gentle breeze trying pull her hair along with them. Slipping a few umber strands behind her right ear, she whispered a spell and throbbing sensation dissipated.

"Zarra-sama is something the matter?" Melisandra felt like her mistress wasn't herself for a moment.

Izarra shook her head, smiling and subconsciously gripping her hand. "Nothing."

••••

On a path to the First Shibuya High, three figures could be seen walking under the cherry blossom trees.

It was one male.

This male was fifteen year old Guren Ichinose. He was wearing a school uniform with a stand up collar, with his hands tucked into is pockets. His black hair fell in gentle waves and his purple eyes were somewhat cold.

And two females.

One girl who was of the same age as him, at fifteen. Her height was probably around 160 centimeters. Clad in a sailor uniform, crowned with brown hair. A beauty with well-ordered features which one would be unable to envisage just from her boisterous way of speaking. She was Sayuri Hanayori.

The other girl, also fifteen years of age was a petite girl no taller than 150 centimeters. She possessed a calm, awfully cold, expressionless face. The teenage girl with short black hair was also clothed in First Shibuya's female uniform. She was Shigure Yukimi.

As the trio drew nearer and nearer, along the the roadside of the tall cherry blossom trees, at the end it of it was a school gate. And, there stood a teenage boy.

He looked like he couldn't be no older than fifteen years of age as well. He had rare white hair. Just like Guren Ichinose, he was in a uniform with a stand-up collar. The teenage boy was smiling at them. He then suddenly raised his hand.

In his right hand. A talisman was at his fingertips. Guren immediately knew what kind of talisman that was. He had seen Izarra made plenty of the Hiragi talisman before just for fun after she had only seen it once. That spell talisman burned up and disappeared.

Instantly, a flash of lightning appeared in the front of his eyes. That spell invocation speed if not compared to a magical prodigy he knew was amazing. This white haired boy was probably very skilled. He might even be someone with the Hiragi name.

These thoughts ran a cross Guren's mind, 'I can dodge that.' He judged. 'I can even make a counterattack. If so, how should I act? How should I deal with this?'

The nervous signals interconnected in his brain as he considered in this manner, and then, he acted.

First, he turned his gaze to the right, in the opposite direction of the lightning bolt. As if he did not notice that lightning bolt, he started turning towards his retainers behind him.

Then, at that moment before that lightning bolt popped, something in his pants' pocket glowed gray, reacting to the magical attack. Guren felt a familiar presence envelope him, the scent of cherry blossoms enhanced. 'Izarra's magic.'

Just as he thought that, a transparent gray barrier instantly constructed, protecting him from the magical attack. When the lightning bolt bombarded the gray force field, a minute sound cried out from the collision, but the barrier didn't waver one bit. After the attack, the defensive form of magic disappeared.

Seeing the diminishing gray light coming from his pocket, Guren pulled out an omamori (Japanese amulet) obviously enchanted by Izarra Honda's magic. As he gazed at it, he could tell Sayuri and Shigure were yelling something. With widened eyes and faces on the verge of crying, the two called out to him.

Looking up at both of them from the omamori, Guren thought. 'That was a little dangerous ---'

He didn't have to worry about if he showed he couldn't react well enough to it and his true strength getting revealed, because of Izarra's magic protected him before the attack even struck his body.

Since the perpetrator had a high percentage of possessing the Hiragi's name, then he would have been able to distinguish Izarra's one of a kind magic, which was one of the reasons why he had pulled the protective amulet out.

Following that, he said nothing. "......" Then Guren thought, 'If I fight him seriously, can I win?' While pondering this he heard the footsteps of his retainers hastily drawing near.

Sayuri held his head to her and was crying. "Guren-sama, Guren-sama. Thank goodness, I put that omamori in your pants' pocket like Zarra-sama instructed me."

So Izarra had told Sayuri to put the protective omamori in his pocket, not surprising. Guren then said. "My face is touching your breasts, you know?"

"Hey?!"

Following that, Shigure stood in front of him as if to protect him and was looking at the school gate.

"I, I beg your forgiveness, Guren-sama. Such a thing happened even when I'm here." Guren then told her.

"You didn't make a mistake. I was planning on taking that hit on purpose."

"Eh?!"

He went on to explain. "Will you be able to react immediately to an attack coming from any direction? If not, my capabilities would be made known. So, pretend that your are more capable than me. Let them see that I'm a useless trash piece of trash that can't do anything without being protected."

"No way..."

The trash looked around, holding out the omamori as his gaze fell to it. "Damn what in the world happened.... thank goodness I was protected by this." He tried saying.

Shigure's face looked troubled for an instant, and following that, she pointed in the direction of the school gate.

"A-An attack came from right there." She pinpointed in a somewhat monotonous face.

The teenage boy was still looking at him. He looked straight, intently at them, still smiling.

On seeing that, Guren moaned gloomily, ".... ah.~ He shouldn't have figured out anything, right?" He after all had been protected.

The teenage boy then shrugged his shoulders and turned around. He entered the school.

Guren looked hard at the back of the white haired boy and then said. "Well, shall we get going as well?"

Sayuri was going to speak up about Guren's uniform being soaked in cola, but the phone in Guren's pocket rang out.

He had received a message. It was from Izarra Honda. She wanted them all to come now to put on the act and would deal with Guren's soda drench self.

"It's time for us to continue the act of being useless trash that even my so call fiance despises me. Well then, shall we go to school?" He inquired once again.

Shigure nodded. "Understood."

They continued walking.

On hearing that, with an apologetic look as before Sayuri voiced. "E-Erhm, I really wasn't of much..."

"Just by being by my side, you're already a big help to me."

"........."

"Firstly, we are in the middle of our enemy's turf, you know? I won't bring anyone else other than the ones I trust the most. So don't make that kind of face."

On hearing that, Sayuri's face became flustered for some reason and her cheeks flushed red. "E-Erhm, Guren-sama, my life belongs to you...."

"Mines as well." Shigure added.

"Like I said, that sounds heavy."

Sayuri released, "auh auh ah?!"

Guren laughed at Sayuri who had her face shoved aside and her body arched backwards with an annoyed Shigure looking at her, "Jokes aside, let's go. But well, it seems like right from the first day, our high school life is going to be fun."

The table where Izarra and Melisandra stood came into view. As they walked towards it, they had heard various of insults.

"Look, the trash is here."

"I wonder why he is even going to this school."

"Rats don't belong here."

"The Ichinose House really doesn't know what's good for them."

Upon seeing Guren, Izarra giggled then joked, "did it rain cola?"

At this Guren said, sheepishly smiling, scratching behind his head. "An opened bottle was thrown at me." He answered.

Izarra knitted her eyebrows. "And you cannot dodge a simple thing?" She pushed against Guren's chest, utilizing a spell to remove all of the cola.

With that action from Izarra, Guren purposely fell onto the ground.

This immediately captured the other students' attention, causing them to draw closer.

"Guren-sama." Shigure knelt down to help her master up, sending a cold glare at the umber haired girl.

"Zarra-sama, how can you act like this!" Sayuri quizzed. "He is your fiance!"

On hearing that, Izarra dryly smiled, her dimple showing. "I, a prodigy of magic engaged to trash. That was something decided by our parents." Taking up three pins a small ball of red fire lit in that hand, cackling. Tilting her hand ever so slightly the pins that had turned into a blackish gray liquid- metallic substance trickled from her hand. "Mel, those from the Ichinose House have received their pins."

"Yes, Zarra-sama."

These turn of events caused the students to exclaim:

"Seems like the rat and Izarra-sama don't get along."

"I think I heard something last year about Izarra-sama hating her fiancce."

"It makes sense. How can a prodigy be paired up with trash?"

"Only because their families get along well."

Izarra's gray eyes were smiling even though she had a disgusted look on her face. 'Not only a prodigy of magic, I am a superb actress, right?~'

Guren could have guessed the thoughts on the girl's mind from her eyes. He shot a look with sarcasm embedded in his purple eyes, 'yeah, why don't you go win an Oscar?' Then his phone beeped again - another text message.

From Izarra:

Welcome to First Shibuya High, Little Guren.~

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Trivia:

•Izarra Honda naturally smell of cherry blossoms due to an incident in her past.