Fanalis By Body, Valentine By Soul.

Chapter 3 - The 'Answer'

AN: Hello~! Ok. I hope this is much longer, I was in fact planning to do this anyways, but I wanted to get the prologue-y chapters up and running first while I worked on this (If it is still too short, I have no problem making it longer for you, just ask!). I did change a few minor things like, really minor, in the previous chapter so it would flow better. ANYWAYS! I HAVE NO BETA SO, PLEASE EXCUSE MY SPELLING/GRAMMAR MISTAKES! If you have any queries or anything, do feel free to ask or review! Sorry for the late update (even though I have yet to set an update date). ONWARDS WITH THE STORY!

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Right. So, apparently, I'm the daughter of Asiyah and Cyrus, the current leaders of the Fanalis clan. That makes perfect sense - not.

I died. I died. Well, that's the only logical explanation I can come up with as to why i was here and not there.

So what, I was one of those 'Otaku's' who got reborn into their god blessed favourite anime where the 'bae' lies? I don't think so. I have never watched any form of anim-lie. I did watch one anime and that was 'Naruto' since the time it still aired on TV (I will admit to of read *cough* fanfiction*cough* based on it~), but the rest of my knowledge came from my younger brother and his twin sister. Alistair and Claire.

Both of them loved anime. I suppose it was their way of dealing with our mothers abandonment. Anyways, Claire had always come to me and told me whenever she found a new anime, it was quite adorable to be honest. I, however, didn't have the time to watch any of them, no matter how much she begged. So, imagine my surprise when I figured out exactly where 'here' was? Yeah, I wasn't exactly thrilled to be in an anime let alone one that centres around magic, called 'Magi'. How did I know it was 'Magi' and not something else? What makes me think I was even in an anime? Tell me, is there any other anime which has people, a whole clan, filled with pink/red hair and matching eyes? oh, and a piercing under their lips? I thought you didn't watch anime? I don't, but I can't always ignore Claire's incessant blabbing of her newest anime find! I mean, what kind of sister would I be?... That's what I thought.

My father, god bless him, worked non-stop as a lawyer. He immersed himself in his work and, to this day, I'm still not sure whether that was because of his wife leaving him or that he was our only financial source, let alone our Dad. Either way, I remembered that at the time I had wanted to do something with my life and, what better way to do it than with something you love? So, I had applied for various Arts universities, silently hoping that I would get accepted by at least one of them.

Honestly? When i actually remembered how I died, I felt like an idiot.

I got burnt. Burnt and buried.

I had come back from college to Alistair using the stove, frantically waving a tea towel that got caught in the small fire. I had rushed to help him extinguish it by chucking it on the floor and hurriedly stomping on it but, it all happened so fast. One minute it was just the towel, next minute it was the whole house.

I had tried to get them both out - and I did - what i didn't count on, was the potential of the house collapsing. I got crushed, quite literally.

I had heard the sirens, the cries of despair from my siblings and strangled gasps from neighbours as they loaded me into the ambulance.

I had heard the blood leaving my body, the squelch of flesh as they tried to perform CPR on me.

How could I see behind my eyelids? How did I know what was happening around me? Didn't my heart stop beating? Didn't my lungs stop taking air? Didn't my brain shut down?