Familiar Magic

First Meetings

There I sat at a desk in the magical girl classroom, as a familiar I had been asked to choose three classes to observe, as I had a mild interest in this course to find a master, yet here I was, eyes on a pale girl with orange hair and brilliant pink eyes, all the other girls had no issue with transforming for the sake of justice...though we all knew some would go the murderous route after high school, most looked rather sweet, as many magical girls do, while others looked a bit on the darker, rougher side of things. I only had a pull towards this one girl, who was currently making a list of excuses to the instructor about why she couldn't transform, what a pain, of course, I find my interest in a girl with loads of excuses, sounds like just my type...

Why was it every time I thought I knew what I was looking for I find the exact opposite, she was cutesy, and little, she looked so fragile. With a sudden burst of frustration from the girl, I found myself dodging a huge crack that formed on the floor as she stomped her foot down in anger at the teacher's prying. Great, wild magic, she clearly was unable to control herself, that's why she wasn't trying to transform in front of people, isn't my life amazing? Fuck my life. I watched as the girl hurried out of the room, what a baby, she can't even own up to what she had done.

Regardless of how I felt about this girl, I found myself following her, why was I following her like an absolute creep? What did my subconscious want with this girl...I felt my ears twitch upon my head as a small sob from the girl had begun to reach my sensitive ears, my tail twitched with an uncomfortable response to her quiet cries. I stopped and then called out to her, "Why the hell are you crying? I thought it was kind of cool!" That was only half true, there was damage to the school now, but it was kinda cool that enough pestering and frustration made this girl ruin things in her wake. I watched as she turned and looked at me, tears streaming that delicate face of hers...why did this look on her face hurt me so much? Why did I feel a tinge in my heart at that face? 

"What do you want?" A pouty sounding voice reached my ears, that voice was so small, in this very moment I knew she felt small, I couldn't understand why but all I wanted to do is help this pain in the butt magical girl. I went to open my mouth to say something smart in response, but my smart ass mouth had gotten me nowhere before, so why try it now? Instead, I mustered up the courage to introduce myself to the crying girl instead of consoling her, "My name is Jooni, what is your name?" What a stupid thing to do, I should be trying to get her to stop that horrible crying, the noises were just ugly. A quiet, nervous voice came from her, first a sad squeak before she said simply, "My name is Mikan, it's nice to meet you." She sniffled and wiped her nose on her long sweater sleeve, ew...

I ended up taking the girl to the nurse's office, where she cried to the rather sweet old lady about what happened, I left her alone there and felt rather bad. I ended up later seeing her sitting alone at an outside lunch table during our lunch break, I decided that once I had my salmon for lunch I'd join her. I guess I scared her when I slammed my tray down next to her because she screamed...it hurt my ears, they flattened against my head in fear of the noise she made, stupid jumpy girl...squealing like that, lame. I sat down beside her and nudged her, "Hey, maybe not scream the next time I sit next to you, thanks." I watched her fidget in her seat as she looked at me with a nervous smile, "I'm sorry, you kind of set the tray down loudly, do you always set things down so aggressively?" 

Our first few conversations after our first encounters were rather awkward, but I knew that I had found my master, it was now just a matter of how to tell her I was her familiar and she would be my master, this was the beginning of a long journey with Mikan, one that I wouldn't go back and change a single detail of, ever.