This is just a random idea I had after reading Itazura na Kiss, watching some magical girl shows, and American Horror Story in a short period of time. I like the idea of there being more to Kotoko than her endless devotion to Naoki but I really have no clue where this idea came from. For now, this is a one shot, but depending on demand and time, I can continue it.

Kotoko was upset by Irie-kun again when she felt it.

It was a little flicker of power, more than she thought herself capable of, one that had a ripple effect into the physical world, throwing a book against the wall. In that moment, she realized she inherited her mother's gift after all. All her life, she lived in blissful silliness, following around Irie-kun in a blind haze, but that was all slowed to a sudden and decisive halt. She forgot she was angry at him. For a moment, she forgot she even loved him. Kotoko only thought about the fact that she would soon be summoned.

What would she tell the council? That she assumed she was passed over and decided to live a life of indulging her every impulse? That her studies of the ancient texts had been second to her love? That they were only theoretical? None seemed particularly convincing.

She jumped at the knock on her door. Shaking her head and patting her cheeks to wake up, she marched over to it, intent on looking mad instead of scared.

Irie-kun stood at the door, his face completely impassive "Dinner."

Kotoko sighed dramatically and brushed past him.

Oba-sama smiled and shrilly asked how Kotoko was. "And honey, did you drop something? I heard a huge thump against the wall."

"Oh it was a book." Kotoko answered honestly.

"Oh well, you should be more careful, wouldn't you agree, Naoki?"

Irie-kun didn't bother to look up, instead continuing to eat at the same pace.

Kotoko didn't have much of an appetite. She was still waiting for the summoning. She knew her happy and idle life was about to change.

Kotoko walked upstairs, and instead of preparing to study and go to bed, she dressed nicely and brushed her hair out, looking very much like a grown up. It wouldn't do to show up wearing bright pink and with her hair in braids. She even put on makeup before she felt the presence behind her.

"Hello, Fujimoto-kun," she said to the messenger.

She turned around and he was as he remembered: a handsome man in a suit and tie, with a pair of glasses that were sliding down his nose.

"You were the last person we expected to be a late bloomer."

"Thanks," Kotoko said sullenly, "is it time for me to go?"

Kotoko reached out and touched his hand. Immediately, her surroundings changed to an old styled room, with mats to sit on before short tables. Each seat was taken by one of the sorceresses, except the one in the middle, where she would be scrutinized. The Divine Sorceress sat in the middle, her silk robes covered in flowers and her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders.

"Aihara, Kotoko, it is to our understanding that you've developed the power your mother held before you, and your grandmother before her?"

"Yes." Kotoko squeaked.

"Welcome to the Japanese Branch of the Coven."

Kotoko squirmed under the scrutiny. She wanted to be back home but things wouldn't be the same. For the first time in her life, she knew she would have to be quiet and secretive, like she did when she read the coven's texts. She also knew that it would be her duty to protect humanity against all that wanted to destroy it. Her life as the dumb but cheerful Kotoko ended so abruptly that she didn't know what to think. She couldn't be carefree anymore.

She couldn't afford to chase Irie-kun anymore.