Chapter 1: I lived to curse magical girls
Some people had certain things—ahem, people, ahem—they clearly did not want to talk about. These things did not need to be seen or heard from people, who hated them and other people should have common sense to keep their mouths shut from these taboos.
Of course, some people just didn't seem to get the memo.
Now, I was the reasonably best friend. I knew taboos and would not speak of them for the rest of my life, even if some people managed to royally piss me off. I got by, just fine, this way.
I would expect the same should be said from my best friend, who certainly created the mess in the first place. I deliberately eyed my so-called best friend and stared blankly when the idiot merely raised an eyebrow.
She was truly challenging me and no, I would not step into her level. I was a highly intelligent adult, who would not take such childish jest.
Nope, definitely—
The girl with devilish grin and malicious intent pressed the volume button and increased the sound of the dreaded scene.
"With the power of love and friend, Magical School Girl Scarlet will stop your evil plans!" the TV practically screamed all the cheesy and embarrassing lines that would make anyone vomit.
Cue the added pink heart background and my virgin eyes were crying a hundred tears.
—oh, no.
This was so on.
My eyes shot up laser daggers at the relaxed girl on the couch—by the way, note to self, I got to clean that couch since I had no idea what else she had done here, especially with her 'friend' last night—and I stomped angrily towards her. She merely glanced at my intimidating form in cold indifferent but otherwise, she ignored me and my anger in favor of watching the stupidest trash in the TV.
I felt the vein in my head snapping with such a force that would normally scare. Normally. I thought of the silly scene a school girl transforming in some childish pink dress—actually, hearing and seeing it in the TV—and only saw red.
There were many taboos in the world, especially personal taboos for that person only. The one thing that could even rage the softest soul.
And mine?
Oh, my friend just crossed the line here.
"Lisa," I called out, gritting my teeth. She seemed to have decided on cooperating since she glanced at my way but something in my eyes might have scared her because she quickly flinched.
Seeing that I finally got through her, I did want to forget-and-forgive, but I did not waver. I could not just let her go that easily.
"What did I say about this monstrosity?"
My tone definitely dropped and she shivered from imaginary cold. Her eyes looked anywhere but mine and her lip trembled as she managed to say, "Something about them banned for life?"
"Yes."
Magical girls and anything related to that cursed thing were my taboos that I would take to my grave.
I hated them with burning passion that went passed normal obsession and I could honestly admit that my hatred was pretty petty. Definitely not an adult thing. Not that I cared much for appearance when it came from this.
There was just something about those flashy and girly transformation that made my whole body throw up in disgust.
I glared at Lisa, who gave me a pleading look, "We have a deal, my dear friend. Say anything about my taboo and I say your taboo."
Surprisingly, it was true. Five years ago, Lisa and I met in unfavorable situation and decided to hate each other's guts for the rest of our lives. Then, miraculously, we actually managed to form a truce that eventually became the best of buddies. That fateful day when we decided to be friends was also the day that we became roommates for life.
Also, I totally made the deal that we would never speak of—or even think about—the monstrosity called magical girls while she made it a point that she hated being reminded that she looked like a girly girl.
"Well, if you hadn't shared my picture to your friends...," the clearly cute and innocent—in appearance—girl started her retort but she failed to finish her sentence, her mouth frozen at the sight of me with a pink camera.
"Oh, you piece of—"
Lisa immediately ducked from lenses' vision and ran off to her room. She shut the door loudly and locked it with a bang.
I stayed in the living room with the camera still in my hand. "Works every time," I grinned mischievously and then, I searched for the remote.
The blasted TV was making my eyes and ears bleed.
Everyone had their personal taboos and mine just so happened to be magical girls. Lisa's was her feminine appearance and many had other kinds of taboo.
But why am I even talking about this?
I got a normal life. I lived for an average of sixty years. I fulfilled my dreams, got married, had children and watched my grandchildren grew up. I lived my life the way I wanted and I had no regret after dying from old age by the lover's side.
So, again, why am I still telling my story when it already ended?
Well, I also want to know who's the sicko that decides to reincarnate a soul like mine as something way different. And worst part?
I'm a magical wand for magical school girls!
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