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Potion 666: A Trade for Youth

Summary: What would you do if you were a 50-year-old mother of two, wrinkled beyond repair, would you sacrifice something that you dearly love, to trade for something that can make your dreams come true? Well, my mom did… she traded me, her own daughter for a sip of that Potion 666, that potion that can restore her youth… but of course, every thing has consequences and now my mom has gone way over her head with this! She’s gone mad!… I mean my mom changed from a 50-year-old woman to a 17 year-old … teenager who has raging hormones, but I didn’t  think she would go crazy and date MY teacher, YUCK!!! And not to mention the demon angel guy who keeps following me everywhere, since mom did trade ME to HIM, the nerve of my own mother! Ugh, I gotta find a way to stop all this… maybe… maybe you can help me, ne?

~*Chapter 1*~

“NAMIDA! What did I tell you about throwing your clothes on the floor?!” A 50-year-old woman screamed at her daughter when she entered her messy room.

“NOT TO THROW THEM!”  A loud voice of a teenaged girl yelled out. She hopped passed her mother and into bathroom trying to tie her shoelaces with a piece of bread in her mouth.

The mother sighed, “And what did you do?”

“I threw `em! SO WHAT?”

“NOZOMI NAMIDA!” The mother grew angry, she was fifty and she didn’t think her heart could take anymore of her daughter’s disrespect.

“HATAYAI KARAI!” Namida’s voice rang out her mother’s maiden name, in disregard to her. She hated to hear mother’s voice, she hated to see her mother’s face, everywhere she went, her mother was treading along beside her and that made Namida feel incapable of doing anything. She wasn’t a child anymore she was seventeen years-old and she only had one more year left of high school, one more year left of living in this house…

“Don’t talk to me like that!” the mother yelled, she didn’t know what else to do. She took Namida to a psychiatrist to talk about her problems, but Namida refused and denied she had any, she would talk back to her and thus, even the psychiatrist gave up on her.

Namida ignored her mother and continued to brush her hair in the bathroom, but was again disturbed, but this time from a more deep voice. “Yo’ Namida… can I use the goddamn bathroom?”

Namida opened the door to come face to face with her older brother that was only one year older than she was and was in his final year in high school fortunately for Namida. She narrowed her dark eyes at him, “No!” she yelled and closed the door in his face, spitefully.

“But I gotta gel my hair! My gel is in there!”

“Ugh, fine!” she opened door and let her brother in.

It was seemingly peaceful while Namida and her brother where in the bathroom, each styling their hair, but Namida’s arrogant voice broke it almost too quickly.

“You’re taking up most of the mirror! Move will ya’?” she pushed her brother out of the way.

“Why do you need to look at yourself in the mirror? You already know how horrible you look!” her brother said while styling his hair with gel. This wasn’t true at all though, Namida was pretty, but her arrogance would cancel any good qualities about her. Her straight shoulder length hair was a light orange color that made her eyes seem even more mysterious, though Namida vowed that she soon would dye it, since her mother had the same color.

Namida cursed her brother silently for what he had said to her and purposely squeezed all the gel onto his hair.

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“I’m leaving to school now!” Namida told her mom after she finished grooming.

“I want you home right after school finished, I don’t want you hanging with those people”

“…”

“Are you listening to me?” her mother asked annoyed.

“yeah, yeah, yeah, whateva’…” was Namida’s response.

“Yo’ dun’ disrespect mom like that” her brother finally came out of the bathroom, his hair soaked with water and gel.

“Would you stop telling me what to do!”

Her brother rolled his eyes and began to get his things, ready to leave, but his mother grabbed his hand when he was beginning to turn the doorknob, “I don’t want you to stay out late either Aiteiru, okay?” she said gently.

Aiteiru gave his mom a disgusted look, before swearing at his mom, but she just sighed and tried to ignore what her son had said to her.

“Why do you get to disrespect mother like that?”

“`Cuz… I’m older” Aiteiru said and slammed the door on his sister’s face.

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I felt so tired, tired of staying in this house, tired of listening to my ungrateful children disrespecting me. I seated myself on my recliner in the living room. I needed to relax, to take a break from all the madness in this house. I stood there relaxing… for about 13 hours and by that time, it was raining and still no sign of the kids and I told them to come home after school, but do they ever listen to me? No…

It was already nine ‘o’ five at night and they left the house at eight ‘o’ clock in the morning, of course I was worried, like every other time they did this. I suppose I would get use to this, but I didn’t I couldn’t, knowing that my children were hanging out somewhere, I had no idea where that ‘somewhere’ was…

It was already nine-thirty.

Nine forty-five.

Ten ‘o’ clock.

I stood there in that recliner, looking out the window and watching the droplets of rain hitting against it.

Ten ‘o’ five. Finally… the door bell rings and I try to rush to the door as fast as I can, but of course I can never really run fast without breathing heavily afterwards.

I open the door and immediately started to lecture them on ‘curfews’ and ‘respect’ even though I knew that did very little.

I stopped in mid sentence when I saw who it was. A man… a boy that seemed no more than the age of nineteen or so was dressed in a dark trench coat, his dark eyes looking right at me. I felt so embarrassed and withdrew my lecture.

“May I help you?” I asked quietly.

The boy’s words were very hard to understand since the sounds of thunder kept interrupting him so.

“Uh, please come in”

The boy stepped in and it was then that I could really see him even more clearly. He had black drenched hair that was shriveled slightly, just below his chin. He was very handsome, but his eyes seemed to intimidate me even more so when I noticed that his eye’s iris seemed to cover the entire eye… black. This was needless to say, scary.

He stood there in front of me and I had to look up at him since he was around six feet. “May I help you?” I asked again.

He shook his head, “No, not really” he said low and bluntly, “You see I came here to help you” he then lifted up a briefcase. So typical of a sales person I thought. Always trying to put nice slogans or find a better way to make you actually listen to them.

“I’m not interested” I said plainly and softly shoved him out the door. I was closing the door, when the young man seem to speak, “What if I said I can make you young again?” he said quickly enough for me to stop the door mid-way from fully closing.

“I had tried all those creams, there a bunch of crap” I said and began to close the door again, but once more the boy caught my attention.

“I’m not selling you any creams. This is even better, I promise you”

I fully opened the door this time, interested in what he had to say.

“It will only take a moment of your time, please…”

I nodded and he came in once again inside the house. Though I really don’t know why I listened to a man whose pupil covers his eyes…

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“WHAT?!” I yelled in disbelief, “What you expect me to believe this?” I said looking across at the boy whom was sitting down.

“It’s true,” The boy that called himself Shoyuu, said, his trench coat (that he preferred not to take off) soaking my beautiful couch!

I laughed. I couldn’t take these salesmen seriously, they’ll do anything to get you to buy their product.

Shoyuu reached into his pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a small glass that had a bright purple liquid inside. I analyzed it. Was it this that he wants me to buy? Ha. That’s a good one, a glass with a purple liquid, the glass was probably worth more than the content itself…

“Is this it?”

Shoyuu nodded, “Yes”

He had to be kidding, right?

“Why carry the briefcase?” I asked him. I always did like to analyze…

“You’ll see…” he opened the briefcase slowly and he lifted from a …

“a dagger?” I asked looking horrified, was this how I was going to die? Getting killed by some crazy salesperson that had no iris? Oh well it was not as if I had a great life anyway…

The boy got up, walked calmly to me, and grabbed my hand. Oh what a way to die! I didn’t scream because I also knew that did very little good as well, since it was very late and there was nobody in the house anyway. I closed my eyes accepting my death, but what came next wasn’t the pain of… death, unless death was a pinch. I opened one eye to see the dagger’s tip cut my hand lightly. Was this his way of killing me?

Shoyuu then took the glass bottle and opened the lid effortlessly with one hand. “What are you doing?!” I screamed, “are you crazy?”

“Maybe… maybe not” was his reply. I knew I should never trusted salesmen, they’re evil! EVIL I tell ya!

I saw the drop of purple liquid as it fell on my tiny wound. I stared at it… waiting for something to happen, but nothing did. What he told me about, this… this potion was false… stupid salesmen, of course it’s false! This is not a fairy tale now is it? Argh… I’m so stupid, maybe this stupidity occurred after I hit the age of 40?

“I’m calling the cops!” I yelled and the boy let go of my hand. “it will work. It just takes a while”. I was about to get up, but I felt a sharp, but quick pain on my wound. I looked at it, the blood that was visible was bright purple, just like that liquid. My eyes widened as I saw my wrinkled hand, become, unwrinkled? I saw it with my own eyes! Just like that boy said! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, I must be going insane, old age can do that to you, but I’m looking at my skin as it’s becoming smoother, healthier… younger.

“Oh my--…”

“Please do not say the ‘G’ word”

I looked up at him and finished my sentence, “Gosh…” I saw a small smirk upon his lips.

“HOW MUCH?” I asked immediately.

“Oh,” The boy moved away the strands of dark black hair away from his face so I can see his eyes more clearly, “not much” and he gave deep smirk.

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“I can’t believe you made me look like an ass in front of my friends!” I heard my annoying brother’s voice say, I was in no mood of arguing, I was cold, wet, tired, and hungry and its all because of this stupid weather. Stupid, stupid, stupid… I knew I should’ve came home after school, I knew it, I knew it.

I wasn’t going to respond to Aiteiru, but I couldn’t help my self. I’m know to be a smart ass… “You are already a damn ass” I said and rolled my eyes when Aiteiru started swearing at me.

“You’re a bitch you know that?” He said.

“Ass”

“Bitch”

“Ass!”

“Bitch!”

We argued all the way home, which actually made it seem that we arrived there quickly. But, no wait… it was only a block away…

We stood next to the front door and I turned to door knob to actually find it opened…

“ASS!!!” I blew a raspberry at Aiteiru and I walked in the room to see my mom look at me, but suddenly I shifted my sight to a rather gothic looking teenager, whom was…holding a dagger?

“Mom are you okay?!” I narrowed my eyes at the young man, “Oh you’re gonna get you’re ass kick you mother—…”

“NOZOMI NAMIDA!!! Shut your mouth and listen!”

I couldn’t believe what she was saying! There was a boy (that looked around the age o 18 or so, but that’s not really what mattered!)… with a dagger… and my mom on the couch having a shocked look on her face, and you’re gonna tell me that everything’s alright?

“Mom you’re okay though?” Aiteiru asked.

Mother nodded her head happily, for some reason she seemed… happier than usual. “Oh yeah, I’m great look at--…” I was trying hard to listen to mom, but I had a strange feeling that I shouldn’t trust this guy, I mean one, HE’S HOLDING A DAGGER! And for the mom part… why does she seem so happy? That’s easy! He brainwashed her! Hey, it could happen! Psh, and Aiteiru tells me I watch too much T.V…

I glared at the guy as he was watching me, and for a mere second I felt so… scared. His eyes… weren’t normal at all. His pupils covered his eyes and he had no iris. Scary! A second reason that you can say he’s a brainwasher…killer guy!

“What are you doing here?” I asked smugly.

He gave a smirk, “I’m Shoyuu Dantei-Dare”

“I really don’t care who you are” I narrowed my eyes, “I asked you ‘what are you doing here?’”

He gave me a look of pure amusement in his eyes. He then put his hands in his trench coat (that by the way was extremely cool looking, though I wouldn’t boast about a brainwasher killer…guy) and fell lazily on the couch, which made his jet black hair fall over his eyes making him more seduc-evil looking! His feet was placed on the small glass table, as if he didn’t have a worry or care.

“What the hell are you doing? Get your feet off” Aiteiru moved Shofu---uh whatever his name is feet off the table. Te points for you Aiteiru! Though it was really incredible how mother did not even tell him to move his feet, we had to tell him to.

“Mr. Shoyuu Dantei-Dare here has brought something for me, come look!” She stuck out her hand for me to see, but I was really concentrating on how she remembered his full name. I come closer to my mother’s hand, noot really knowing what she wants me to see, it was her hand… big whoopdie- doo! But what I saw was a cut and I looked up at mother who was smiling so happily. I knew right there and then that mom’s been brain washed, how can anyone be happy they got cut?

“Mother?” I then turned to the guy-with-the-weird-name, “did you do this to mother, you bastard?” I growled at him. He simply put his finger up and shook it back and forth, “Do not swear at me”

That’s it, who does this brainwasher killer…guy think he is? Yes, smarty-pants… of course he thinks of himself as a brainwasher killer guy…but I mean ‘who does he think he is?’ (It’s an expression, work with me).

“I could swear all I want! BASTARD!” I yelled and I was going to smack that fool if it wasn’t for Aiteiru whom was holding me back. I wanted that guy to feel offended again, but he simply gave me one more of his attractive smirks, that I notice he had had deep dimples when he did that… uh, yeah, but that’s not the point, the point is that he is evil!

My mother pulled me too her, “look at my hand!” I did, I looked and…

“Uh, nice hand…mom?” I was lost, what did she want me to see? I mean she has a 50-year-old woman’s hand, its not that great that you should flaunt it, but when she made me compare her hands, I quickly noticed the difference.

“It’s smoother…” I said plainly and mother nodded.

“It got younger” she said, she lifted a bottle that contained a purple liquid, “this, this can make me young! I have always wanted to be young again!”

“Mom you don’t believe that, do you?” Aiteiru asked.

“Shoyuu gave that to me”

“Then, you don’t believe Shoyuu, do you?” I asked, how could she believe him?

“How much is it?” mother looked pass me and onto the carefree brainwasher killer guy, “name your price, I can pay you any amount of money for it! Aiteiru get my checkbook…”

Shoyuu got up immediately and waved his hands, “no, no, no. I have no use for money,” he said. Which I was thankful to hear because we weren’t a very rich family and knowing how much that liquid could cost… but if he didn’t what did he want? There was always a catch.

“No? well then what do you want?” Mother asked confused, “we got nice pottery… and very expensive vases, antiques…uh, Namida go show him” my mother ordered me to show a killer around the house so he could kill me? but I just sucked my teeth and mumbled curses under my breath.

“Namida… that’s a pretty name” I heard Shoyuu’s low voice say.

“Oh, shove it” I said crudely and I walked over to the shelves and tables not to far from where mother was seated.

“These are the Chinese pottery, the price ranges from, ten thousand to fifteen thousand apiece” I said dully and I surprised myself because I sounded very much like an announcer or actionist of some sort…

“Those are nice…” was all I heard from brainwasher boy.

“These are fine china, beautiful in everyway and range from about five thousand to ten thousand a piece” I was kinda getting the hang of this, it was kinda fun in a way.

“Yes, beautiful…” That killer boy was so close to me that I could actually fell his breath on my neck. “uh, and over here are the Chinese glass calendars, extremely hard to find, and very unique and the price would range from about a, uh, a thousand to four thousand” I said bluntly, though that was a lie. The price for the Chinese glass calendars was twice as much than the rest of the china, but I couldn’t let him take that calendar, that was my favorite.

“Very unique…” He said to me very low, and I still could feel his breath on my neck, thus it made my hair raise, “Okay, I found what I was looking for!” he called out to mother and pass me by.

“Really? Oh good, which one of the fine china will you be taking?” My mother asked happily.

“Well, I prefer the ‘Namida’ chinaware” He said bluntly and made my eyes widen.

“What?!” I asked unsure if I heard him correctly.

“Can you say that again please?” mother asked.

“The price, the price for the potion six hundred sixty-six, is Nozomi Namida” Shoyuu said it so bluntly, so calm like it was nothing really big, BUT IT WAS!!! It was HUGE!

“Y-you want me to sell my daughter to you, for the ‘potion’?” my mother’s eyes searched Shoyuu, “well you are rather handsome and not too old for her…”

“MOTHER!” I yelled. How could she be thinking of selling me? I have been loyal to her…kinda…sorta…a little…

Aiteiru stood by my side “You’re not gonna do it mom, right? Its crazy!” he said with such enthusiasm, which made me feel special, at least I know I’m not a horrible sister! Kinda… sorta… a little…

“I wouldn’t say ‘sell’ that’s such a harsh word, I rather say ‘trade’,’” he told mother. I looked back and forth at mom and Shoyuu, I know mom would never ‘trade’ me for some stupid potion!

“Oh, okay!” I heard mom say happily!

“Then it’s done!”

“WHAT?! NO!” I yelled this couldn’t be happening…

“Mom I can’t believe you did something that low! How could you?! SHIT MAN!” I heard Aiteiru say a series of curse words, I guess its horrible to know that your sister was sold to some teenage guy…oops I mean ‘traded’ to some teenage guy. He is a teenager right? But its should be worst to know that your daughter is being ‘traded’.

“It’s all yours then” I heard that bastard say to mom, she quickly opened the bottle and drink the bright liquid, she gulped it all. I was waiting for her to ‘transform’ to a young person…or something like that. I mean this thing better work or at least amaze me, I mean it was worth my life, you know.

I waited, but nothing happened… Did I black out? I blacked out! Or maybe this was a dream! MUAHAHAHA! That’s it a dream! I’ll wake up soon…

And I did, but I wasn’t alone in my bed…

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