Hey Guys :D

It would be amazing if you would read this! It's my childhood story which I am finally putting down...XD. It's a bit of an insane (really!) journey which will go on for a while! It's super* multicultural, so please don't be surprised by random mythological/kpop/wuxia etc references!

Genres - fantasy, comedy, supernatural, drama, mythology, romance, action, epic, adventure, mystery, coming-of-age, school, friendship, family.

(Reviews are sincerely returned!)


"The Lady has gone into labour! It is time!"

"Send for his highness!"

The dark spring night, which should have glowed with the perfection of the full moon, was ominously dark. Outside the opulent Palace, white-robed servants hurried about, even as an icy wind started. Deep within, in a lavish room, a dark-haired girl screamed, as another held her hands.

Outside, the night was getting colder, and clouds suddenly appeared, dark and roiling seeming to cover the very sky itself. Thunder sounded in the distance.

Suddenly the huge gates burst open, and two figures in crimson robes appeared, ignoring the servants who were suddenly kneeling. Both looked similar, with dark hair and golden brown eyes, and the same worried expressions. One wore his hair long, the other short.

"Brother, calm yourself!" The man with shorter hair leapt after the other, worry evident in his eyes. "Do not act hastily lest you want this place discovered!"

"I care not!"

Just then, lightning flashed so brightly that both looked up. Against the dark sky, something, something appeared to move. They gasped as lightning flashed again, and they saw it. The long-haired man roared in fury.


Just as they reached the chambers, a terrible scream rent the air, and the man's face paled. He ran inside...only to freeze, his eyes going glassy as he took in the motionless occupant of the bed. The other woman held a tiny bundle in her arms. Her golden skin was pale, her dark eyes grim.

"It's a girl..." she whispered, bowing her head.

The long-haired man ran to the bed, grasping the the still hands. "She lost too much energy..." The woman continued. "She doesn't have long..."

"No! No!" The long-haired man shook his head, his eyes suddenly glowing red. "This cannot be - This..." Suddenly the room seemed to shake, and grow hotter, and hotter. Eyes wide, the woman backed away from him, cradling the child, even as the other man pulled her behind him.

Understanding seemed to flash between the woman and him, and he slowly moved behind him, his hand raised, expression cold.



"It was said that in the beginning, the world was dark for the race of the Noble Yokai. In the First Age, the heavenly deities descended and began to

rule, followed by their warring offspring in the Second Age. The Heavenly Clan started the Great War against the Yokai, which would be the start of

an endless conflict. The Yokai were powerful, but alas, far too few by the end of the Great War. By the Third Age, the humans reigned supreme, in

which the numbers of the proud Yokai clan dwindled, hunted almost into extinction...till they arrived.

Heralded as the source of supreme power, the ancient records speak of five almighty beings, who appeared when the Yokai were at their weakest.

They came from another world, another place and time. And they were the root of a new power which transformed the world. They were the first

great kings who claimed dominion, waged war and blessed the proud race with incredible power. They were -"

"How dumb. My manga have cooler plots than this!"

Eleven year old Ria Hiwatari kicked the twentieth pebble on the curb, shivering in the cold. Sighing, she closed the little brown book shut, her mind fixed on reality.

The sad, sad reality.

Her parents, she thought for the fiftieth time, were officially insane.

It was four am, a Sunday, and she was going to school.

Yes, school.

A new school to be exact. A place she had never heard about...until a week ago when her parents had suddenly returned from their trip abroad, told her to pack, and, just as hurriedly left again. They'd been tight-lipped and hadn't really explained anything...which was now seriously worrying her.

If only she hadn't lost that letter they had given her...

"You just need to get on the bus." Her father had told her when he had handed her the letter. "Make sure you don't miss it. The academy is a great place..."

So here she was, a few days later on her village bus stop, trying not to freeze to death in early February. And trying not to think about her best friend Leigh...who was on vacation. She's gonna kill me, Ria thought as she looked up the road yet again, wondering when the bus would show up. It was dark by the roadside, and she was half tempted to run right back home.

Just then, it happened again.

After her parents had...left, (and she'd lost the letter) all she knew about the new school was through a weird assortment of things.

Like, what seemed to be a manual on the supernatural, and what she called the candle of evil. It was pitch black size XXXL thing - literally the size of her arm, and as thick as well. And why were there tiny pentagrams were etched on it?

She'd been told to light and hold on to as the 'academy's transport' (somehow) located her. So, she'd lit the weird candle, after making sure no one was on the road. Lord save her if the local priest decided to take one of his 'early' morning walks and saw her with what looked like a prop for some satanic ritual. Still, she lit it.

And then, things got weird fast.

After a few minutes, she was sure...something was wrong with the candle. For one thing, the flame wasn't yellow...it was a bright blue. And somehow, wax kept on landing on her skin. On her face. On the wrists. How it had gotten to the back of her neck, she had no idea.

WTF was wrong with it?

"Ouch!" she winced yet again as the wax landed on her nose. "I don't believe this!"

There was no wind, and she had not even moved, for god's sake. Almost tempted to fling it away, she sighed, remembering the last memory with her parents.

"Do not put out the candle or lose it! Remember!" her mother had told her repeatedly even as the taxi had honked outside. She hadn't even been able to get a sentence out.

"We will explain as soon as its possible. Just remain calm and try to make friends." Her father had looked like he wanted to tell her something, but her mother had already hurried out. "We love you, Ria. And we wanted -" the taxi honked, drowning his words "- the candle and the book, keep them safe.." and they had left.

So she glared at the candle. So far it had received more attention than her. But what was weirder was the academy 'guide' book, which was so obviously a school prank or something.

It talked of some great war, a demonic race, and other fairy tale creatures...Who would believe that?

And last (and not least) in this weird situation was the 'transport' which was apparently going to pick up from the village's only bus stop. Or it should have, like ages ago.

She peered around the corner, hoping to see lights on the main road. Seeing nothing, she jigged up and down, cursing as the candle as another glob of wax hit her forehead.

"This is so messed up! It's been an hour already!" She groaned.

When was the bus going to arrive? Was it even coming?

"Oh, whatever. I'll just rest for a while. "Setting the candle beside her, she leaned back in her seat.

Within minutes she felt sleepy...

She felt someone shaking her. Then felt someone poking her face.



Another poke.

"Knock it off!" she mumbled.

"Ms Hiwatari? Ria Hiwatari?" an amused voice was talking.

What in the world? She blinked, head woozy as the voice continued.

"We are already late, and we really should get going." she jolted awake, only to come face to face with someone leaning over her..a person with blood red eyes!


With a startled scream, she shoved automatically. The person fell back with a surprised 'oomph!' Ria jumped to her feet, looking around. It was still dark. And she noticed a smear of black gloop next to her. The huge candle was nowhere to be seen.

Where did it go?

And of course, there was the person on the ground. Ria edged back as the figure started moving. She could make out they were tall and had long hair.

The person got up wincing, and fumbled about, and suddenly, a torch flickered in front of her.

She gasped. Before she was a lady with long blond hair, red lips and a ridiculously huge chest...and seemed to be wearing what looked suspiciously like a sailor moon dress.

She blinked. Yep..it was definitely SM...that huge bow was unmistakable. What the? Not only that, she was tottering? Ria glanced down.

The lady was wearing what looked a lot like her mom's dagger pumps with heels so high it looked like she was standing on her toes like in ballet. Huh.

The woman tutted, her green eyes studying her face intensely. "The instructions did state that you were to allow the wax to drip on the skin continuously for exactly five minutes! Did you not read the letter of approval?" Ria stepped back as the woman stepped closer, heels clacking.

"Ummm..." She did not know what to say. Or ask.

This was the academy's pick up her parents had told her about? And what was with the weird getup?

"The Letter of approval? It was sent to your parents."

The cool green eyes were fixed on hers. Ria wracked her head. This person had to be from the academy...but what all had her parents said? She'd been too busy throwing a tantrum when they'd tried to tell her. Oh yeah...she'd lost the letter. Before she could speak, the woman smiled.

"It doesn't matter now as we did find you." She gasped as the woman suddenly hugged her...and almost smothering her. Plus, she sounded way too happy.

She was almost gasping when the woman released her. What was that? Ria definitely had a lot of questions.

She opened her mouth.

Or rather tried to...there was something - her face...felt frozen! Before her, the lady was chortling as she took in her panic.

"Well, the wax did do its job. A little too well it seems." To her horror, she felt an uneven, thick layer over her face. It felt suspiciously like ...

"Holy shit!" she screeched...or tried to. It came out more like "Huhlllsstthh!" Now she knew why the woman had been poking her face. No wonder the candle wasn't there!

It was on her face!

The next few moments were a little insane as she whirled around, jumping and yelling while trying to get the mask of wax off. It was inches deep!

She was sweating and out of breath by the time the last hard piece was peeled off. "What is with this wax? She yelled, stamping on it with glee." Take that! Aha!" For all the pain it had caused her. "Yeah! Die wax Die!"

"Ms Hiwatari...if you are done." the woman pointed up the road, her sailor moon skirt swishing. "Your classmates have been waiting."

She had been so distracted, that she hadn't noticed the bus on the main road..which was directly adjacent to the bus stop. And she could see...pretty full. She could make out kids peering out.


The entire side was staring, some were openly pointing, and she could definitely hear a few sniggers. Awesome. Just freaking awesome.

When she turned, the woman had already hoisted up her luggage(on one hand!) and was heading towards the bus. Ria kept a safe distance, given the way she and the luggage were wobbling. Those heels looked dangerous...

Once she stacked the luggage, the woman smiled as she opened the door to the seats. She slowly walked in.

About forty kids stared back. From the smiles the first few rows were giving her, they had seen her at the stop. Someone from the back coughed, his cough sounding suspiciously like "wax!waaax!" to her. She was right, as laughter broke out. She felt her face burn as she looked straight.

"Quiet everyone!"

"Yes, Ms E" a few kids chorused in unison.

"Alright! This is the last classmate from the lands! Her name is Ria Hiwatari."

At her name, the sniggering died down, and whispers broke out.


"You mean that clan?"

"Don't laugh dumbass!'

"Does she know?..."

The teacher stepped in front of her, hand on her shoulder.

"As you can see, she is from the lands." Ms E stressed the last word. "So be nice." Turning to Ria she smiled. "I will be the homeroom teacher for this year's batch. Call me -"

Another cough sounded, This time, it sounded like "Mr".

What? Ria blinked as another cough sounded.

Smile suddenly gone, the pretty teacher whipped around, like a shark scenting blood. Ria jumped aside, barely dodging Ms E's lethal-looking footwear as the teacher stepped back, eyes narrowed at the kids.

"What was that?" when no one answered. After a pause, she turned back to Ria, smile back on.

"Your seat is next to Henry, at the back. Go on then!" as the bus started, the teacher bumped against Ria, who, unfortunately, didn't dodge, and almost fell.

Fresh laughter broke out, noticeably from the first few seats, stopping when she glared. She turned, but the teacher had already disappeared into the first compartment.

Okay. She told herself. This is a piece of cake. Nooo problemo.

She started down the aisle. The bus seemed to be divided into three parts. The first, where all the seats were black, was the largest group. They seemed the most normal, chatting, reading comics or eating food and...throwing food at each other.

The next section was smaller, with about four rows, and the seats were a light grey. The kids here were dressed strange, in formal attire. She saw a Korean hanbok, a sari, a toga and also for some reason, a loincloth.

What was the dress code? Was there one?

Was there a dress code? She looked down at her jeans and parka as she passed the grey seat section.

These kids were mostly quiet, and apart from glancing at her, did not even speak.

And then she reached the last section.

The seats were all white, and only four rows were there. For some reason, the kids were...different. Of power...the thought came to her. They too were dressed formally but in the more understated way. The strangest she saw was a guy who looked like he had jumped out of the Arabian nights.

And every single one, save two were watching her unblinkingly. The first two rows were full, with the last two only having an occupant each.

"Umm... who is Henry?" she walked to the last rows as a girl in white pointed there. On the second last row sat a kid had a huge book open on his face, probably sleeping. He was dressed in a Chinese style shirt with black pants.

"Hey, you! Wax Face!" someone called out. she recognized that voice. It was the cougher. She turned toward the voice.

"I'm talking to you birdbrain!"

At the side of the last row, sitting alone, was a boy dressed in goth black. His dark hair longish, and eyes an electric blue. For some reason, his clothes, probably expensive at some point looked as though a maniac with shears got to them. And the look on his face was predatory.

If that wasn't all, he smiles as if he just found a cute puppy...to torture. Said puppy being her.

She pretended not to hear, and looked around disinterestedly while hoping he wasn't Henry.

"Are you ignoring me or are you just stupid?" His tone was challenging. She heard conversations drop.

Okay, this kid was getting on her nerves.

Ignore, ignore. You can't get in trouble this fast.

"Hey, are you deaf?"

I can ignore.

"Oi, moron!" the boy jeered. "You're pretty slow aren't you?"

That does it.

"Hey, do I know you?' she faced him, temper sparking. His eyes widened, then narrowed.

"Naah. But you are a clan enemy. So, my enemy." He smirked nastily. "Get it?"


"I am from House of Kuran" he smiled as if he expected a reaction. When she didn't show any, he scowled.

"Are you really as dumb as you look?"

This better not be Henry. He was not making much sense.

"I asked. Do.I Know You? Make sense or get lost." She was tired, had been attacked by wax, had attacked a candle, and now her future classmates probably thought she had issues.

For a second, the boy looked taken aback, but quickly sneered. "You just wait - "

"Oh shut it." She was not going to take this shit.

"I'm gonna make you eat those words...you - low human!"

Gasps sounded from behind her.


"And even your clothes have humans on them. Weirdo." She looked down on her limited edition BTS parka. Oh hell no. You just did not diss my oppas!

She slowly looked up. The guy was grinning like a cat. Okay... His smile faded when she smiled back.

"Yeah, well at least I don't mug the homeless for clothes." she pointed at his clothes. "Violence is not the answer to everything." she shook her head, sighing a little.

She heard a cuss word, and the boy stood up, eyes glinting.

A few kids gasped.

"My my. And I thought you were gonna be a crybaby. Hmmm, lets see then." he lifted his hand as if to catch something. And the air suddenly crackled. And Ria swore, that for an instant she saw something which looked like blue fire in the boy's palm. No, that couldn't be right... When she blinked, it wasn't there.

Maybe she shouldn't have made fun of his clothes.

In her defence, he did start it.

The bus shook, and talking stopped. She glanced behind to see all the kids gawking at them. In the seat beside her, she saw the sleeping kid move, his hand twitching. His book slid down to reveal a head of blond hair. Everyone else was watching the psycho in black.

"Oh, shit..."

"Is that allowed?"

"I thought the academy allows it once that takes place...I think"

"Why is it always us?" Someone was wailing

"We better find cover..."

"Look Ms E's coming!" She was sure she heard sighs of relief.

The bus shook hard, and there was a thump as a book fell on the floor. In one of the white seats close to her, the blond kid yawned, hands moving as if searching for something besides him.

The black haired kid looked at him, at Ria, and then smiled. "No one's gonna save you, birdbrain. Now then..." He started advancing...only to freeze.

The blond haired kid was awake.

"If you start a fight you will regret it Kian of the Kurana" the blond kid was sitting up, his glasses gleaming. This whispers started again.

"Now he's awake too"

"You heard the rumours too?'

Ria gaped. Who was this kid?

The black haired boy - Kian - growled at his direction. "I'm greeting her, bookworm. So stuff it. Actually, go stuff yourself in that big book why don't you? Pretty sure we all would like that."

The blond kid sighed softly. When he spoke, his voice was cold.

"That's a technical impossibility and I have warned you once. Do you choose to ignore it?"

The hobo mugger wavered, clearly not happy with the sleepy kid's threat. But the moment he saw her grin, that looks vanished. Raising his arm, he took a step towards her, voice jeering, blue eyes cold.

"Let's see what you are made of, enemy of Kurana!"

Before she could even ask what enemy, something else happened. The blond kid's glasses flashed malevolently as he sat up straighter. Kian stopped as the kid started to speak.

"Amongst your dearest treasures from the outer lands is a thing called Mr T which infant children use for comfort." He recited in a bored tone.

"Mr T is what is known as a teddy, which - "

Kian of Kuran blanched and almost tripped over his own feet in a hurry to reach the blond kid.

"All-right!all right! All fighting is saved for the academy! Just you wait when I get my hands on you, Long- " he made a threatening gesture.

He was Henry Long?

Before her Kian broke off as the blond kid - Henry started talking again.

"As I was saying Mr T is actually right -" he stopped as Kian of Kuran let out a strangled noise.

"All right all right!" he howled, furious. His face reddened when he saw her expression.

This was priceless. Before she could stop herself, a giggle escaped her.

Ah shit.

Glowering, the black haired boy raised his fist threateningly and she raised her hands too, flicking her wrist automatically. When she did this... something strange happened.

She felt something leave her body in a wave. In a split second the black haired boy spun around in the air as if sucker punched, stumbled and hit the floor. Gasps filled the air and a fresh wave of mutters broke out as he got up, eyes flashing, red splotches on his pale face.

"It was only a matter of time..."

"Well, she's dead..."

"clan enmity is serious bro"

"Kian is pissed now...look at his face!"


This time, she saw it. It looked like blue fire, which was crackling, right in the centre of his palm. And her senses were screaming. She knew somehow, that if it touched her, she would be in pain.

A lot of it.

She almost screamed as she felt someone grab her ankle, and next thing she knew she was falling down. Above her, there was a loud bang! and ...Ms E was smoking...? It looked like one side of her chest was on fire.

Kids were yelling and general panic was filling the bus.

"Calm down Kian! You are not authorized to use any ability till you have been sanctioned! Stand down and no measures will be taken." Mrs E was standing between her and the boy, definitely ticked off. How she was calm was beyond Ria's understanding. Probably the whole buses' too. Most of the kids were crouching behind their seats. All except the ones in the white seats, which included the golden haired kid who'd helped her.

Kian snorted, lip curling."I've had enough of you, Ms...or not! I don't take orders-"

At the side, she saw the blond kid shake his head, and go back to his book.

There was a strange popping sound and Ms E yelped in dismay as she stared at her chest.

"You damaged one. You damaged one." The teacher was squeezing her chest rather violently. Kids gaped, a few moaning when she pulled something...out with a loud snap and a pop.

"Hey! what the hell?" Kian's expression, one of disbelief, was replaced by a sneer "I knew it! Tranny Granny Enma! The academy's famous cross-dresser! That's you!"

Ria felt something change about the teacher. It felt really, really weird...like some sort of energy?

What was going on?

"That was the BetaBreastMaximus-200 with durability, and supple softness with a stellar guarantee period which just expired."

The creature before them barely resembled the nice, cheerful woman from earlier. "And just who are you calling a tranny granny? It's rude to spread rumours! "

"Hey - it's not a rumour and you are - " Kian was steamrolled as the Ms E continued, almost increasing in size as she loomed over him.

He started backing up, eyes wide. Ria almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Not to mention my BetaBreastMaximus!" she was hopping up and down in anger. Ria scrambled back.

The pointy heels were piercing the floor of the bus. With each jump. The bus was shaking - almost violently now - and most kids were holding on to their seats or were crouching with their heads down.

"Do you even know just how long I had to save on a teacher's salary?" Ria caught a glimpse of Kian's wide-eyed face as the teacher suddenly started laughing.

"However, it still has its most important property." The teacher cackled, still hopping, heels barely missing Ria. The bus shook, and she almost rolled closer to the danger, holding on to a seat rest. Ria almost cried when a hand stuck out from ahead - and her gaze met Henry Long's cool silver ones. Grabbing his hand, she somehow managed to get up into the seat next to him, her mouth dropping as he returned to his book.

"I've played nice with spoilt little pigs like you. Oh, I told them to gas you all up...and now we do it my way. Hahahahaha!" The teacher pulled a cork? off the top of the ...bomb?

"BetaBreastMaximus 200 knockout smoke deploying! Sleep well, brats. Its gonna be super entertaining when you wake up!"

And that was all Ria remembered was the teacher tossing the Maximus 200 like a grenade as smoke filled the air.

Hey Guys! :D

I hope you enjoyed and will read on! I know its a bit long, but trust me, its a hilariously insane ride!

Much thanks if you've read, and if possible leave your opinions!