A.N. Orla and Masaru Kakyoin are represented above. Also. I'm very sorry I had to go on a break. My life is quite a mess now and I needed this to sort out my thoughts. That helped me for every action that may or may not happen here.
THE FOURS
They represent: Stability, Application, Formation
"I'm really sorry... For everything that will come to you. I'm sorry if you'll be hurt because of me..."
(Name) kept weeping... "No... They can't see me like this... I have to be strong to the end..." She said, wiping her tears.
The girl looked at the bowl of water that now evaporated. She took everything back to its designed place and now with all her being she wanted a new reading.
"I can do that myself... There may be many ways I could interpret it for myself but at least I might have a hint of guidance." She thought.
Once she tidied the room, she took her deck of cards and shuffled everything. She chose only one card. "That'll suffice." She said.
The Queen of Cups appeared, but in its reverse form. Before she could think of a meaning, the phone rang.
"(Name), it's me, Noriaki. Do you by chance ever dyed your hair?"
"Maybe. What happened?"
"Well... After years of having my red hair, somehow the color went off."
"Well, it's normal. Red doesn't stick to hair too well, especially since it's brown. I have no idea how you kept that for so long to be honest."
"It's not that my hair is going to brown, but rather that the WHOLE hair turned suddenly yellow."
"Nani?"
"I did NOT bleach it. It smells like... Roses?"
"I'll come over. Bye!"
"Ok thanks... Bye."
She packed everything away and went as fast as she could.
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"Nori... What happened to your hair?" Asked a concerned Orla as she was now at the lunch table, enjoying a fresh portion of schnitzels and mashed potatoes.
The boy touched his hair noodle and saw the color. He understood what was all about. "Frankly, I have no idea. I woke up in the morning this way."
"Did you bring people over?" Asked the father.
"I did but not yesterday. It was just (Name), Jotaro and (Name)'s friend, Sylvia. We ordered pizza and binge watched Looney Tunes and Sabrina."
The three stay silent for more time, and the awkward noiselessness was cut by a feminine voice. "Did you like the guitar?"
"I do. How much was it?" The boy replied.
The couple looked at one another and Masaru decided to speak in the end. "Your grandma passed away. Yes she still didn't like you nor me, but because you couldn't come, she decided to give it to you. She wanted to give it to your "sister" but she never appeared. She waited until the last moment... But you were out only blessing."
"It's not that we don't love you, Noriaki. Is just that I wanted to give you someone to have with you... You were so lonely during your childhood... I thought you had a demon for a friend..."
"Mom. Stop."
"May I say one more thing, though?"
"Go ahead."
"I realized that in this world are things not everyone are meant to know... Your grandma told me, before she died to tell her about your childhood. I did... And she told me you had that ability from her." Said Orla.
"What?"
"Your grandmother said that you had this ability, that little to no one has, and that you'll do great things in your life." Intervened Masaru. "And now on her dying bed she wished she hadn't been so mean and not want to see you. But she still wished you were a girl."
Noriaki finished in silence the lunch and a soft knock on the door grabbed his attention. "Oh I haven't told you... I called (Name) over."
"Is that so?" Asked the mother, smiling. The boy rushed to the door, unlocking it.
"Hi Nori-WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR HAIR?"
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH! Parents are back. Also. What do you mean?"
The girl got her phone out and turned on the front camera, letting the boy use it as a mirror. The hair noodle was shorter than usual.
"Please tell me you got my message after I hanged up!"
"Red 6.66, or also named, «Cherry blood» as it looks. This shit is expensive. Better cover your blond away. I'm lucky at least is one liter of this." (Name) lifted a bag of many hair dyes.
"I hope it works."
"Theoretically, since it's blond, it should stick well... But... I don't know... And I don't think an enemy stand could do such thing."
The teens went to his bedroom where they decided that this operation should be done.
(Name) looked at his window and got a shiver. "Let's hope it is not a possession."
"Nonsense." Replied Kakyoin.
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Queen of Cups
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