Queen of Cups

Three of Swords

THREE OF SWORDS

Upright: Heartbreak, Grief, Suffering

Reversed: Recovery, Forgiveness, Moving On

.•°•~~~~Kakyoin Residence~~~~•°•.

The redhead returned to the empty house. He was used to this feeling. No one around him. It was cold inside... But he had high hopes about tomorrow now. He had them around him.

Those he would actually call friends.

He opened his phone to announce his friends he reached home, as he always did so, so they would know about him.

He grabbed something quick to eat and washed any dishes he has left over into the sink. He tidied up the lower level of his house, everything in the kitchen and the living room as well.

He went upstairs and checked the bedrooms too. They were well organized and he just opened the windows to get fresh air in the house. It smelled like death and candles everywhere. Why? Nobody knew.

He changed himself in his night wear and stood on the bed. He looked at the furniture. Games that have been played countless of times, books that were read again and again and again, pictures of both sad and happy moments and in a corner rested his violin.

"Heh..." Was all he said. But his mind had many thoughts "I wish you could dance again with me... Under the moon."

He took the delicate instrument in his hands and checked if the chords were in tune. Once they were perfect he let the instrument down. "Violin is as beautiful and frail as you, darling."
He thought, and sat himself at the desk.

He opened the computer and started working on something there, but tiredness soon enough caught him, and he fell asleep in front of the computer.

The window was opened and the curtains were moved by the subtle breeze of late spring, bringing in a cold feeling.  Kakyoin shivered through sleep and it seemed like he didn't care.

Several hours later, the door got unlocked. Two shadows entered the house subtly, being careful about each creak of the ground.

The door to Noriaki's bedroom was subtly opened and the boy was deep asleep.

A slender woman kissed his forehead and tried to lift him to his bed. She looked over to the boy and smiled. "I love you, son."

Noriaki started peeking at the shadow in front of him, but was shushed back to sleep. "You'll forever be my baby. I'm glad I still can see you daily."

With these words, she placed a box with gift wrapping around it next to his bed.

.•°•~~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~~•°•.

He looked over her body with the most precious smile, taking a strand of hair out of the way of her beauty.

An alarm rang, announcing the waking up time. 9:15 am. She opened her eyes, blue ones meeting silver ones once again.

"Est-ce que tu sais que tu es très belle, mon amour (Do you know that you're very beautiful, my love)?"

"Mas tu, sabe isso, querido (But you, do you know that, darling)?"

They looked at each other and laughed. They were a pair of enamoured polyglots. What was wrong with them? Love.

After some time they both were up and organising some of the witchcraft objects they had. Polnareff chose to dust off some of the things around.

When it came to come close to the arrow. That moment, simultaneously, Raisa stopped his hand 3 centimeters away from the object. "Don't. Ever. Touch it."

The door, which was unlocked because the opening hours, jingled as two feminine figures entered.

"Raisa. Are you busy?" Asked the (h/c) girl.

"What is it girls?"

"I learnt tarot!" Sylvia said first cutting off the girl. She seemed rude, but then dragged Raisa in a back part of the room as she left Polnareff with (Name).

"So... What are you doing here?" Started the girl, as to break the awkward silence.

"Well... Uh... Long story."

"I have time." Said (Name) crossing her arms."It seems like they'll talk a lot."

Meanwhile, Raisa and Sylvia talked to each other.

"Is it true?" Sylvia asked.

"What?"

"That you're (Name)'s grandma?"

"DON'T SAY THAT SO LOUD!" Raisa shout-whispered to Sylvia. "She mustn't know."

"I haven't. And no one will. But she is trying to have you look into a mirror. I tried to convince her otherwise. Jotaro told me last night."

"How did he realize that?"

"She told us her grandma is Portuguese-Romanian descendant so... We connected the dots." Raisa was white as snow. "She mustn't know. Or they'll kill her!"

"What shan't I know?"