I have ouran on the brain, lol. Plz don't kill me. I know i just started another story and i need to update the others, but i had this on my mind since i first saw episode 11.

A witch sat in a hut way out in the country. If she didn't stop him, Beelzenef would be back. He would take his vessel, and save the world from the ministry of apocalypse. At one point in their lives every child wonders why witches don't just take over the world if they have so much power. All the evil things that were in children stories were strong enough. Why didn't they band together? It just so happens that they have, and that the most common villain in those stories was the leader of the organization.

The big bad wolf. Most just called him Big Bad.

The witch sighed. She had been ordered by big bad to keep the vessels of Beelzenef from achieving their destiny, by any means necessary. She was to curse them with the same curses that had been used on their families for generations. The boy, who was gifted with blond hair and blue eyes, would be cursed with the allergy to light. Any light would hurt him, even from a simple flashlight. The girl would be dragged from her home, into a world she sees as fictional. Every night she spent there, she would grow cat ears and a tail.

The witch got up from her creaky old rocking chair. She calmly strolled over to her fireplace, grabbing some black and purple dust from a tray she always kept near as she passed it. Near the fire place, were some matches. She used her free hand to grab one and lit it. She threw it into the fireplace. Large flames burst forth at her. She did not move, nor did she even flinch. As the flames retreated back into the fireplace, she threw in the dust. The flames became green purple and silver. She smiled. It was time for that tradition she had started so long ago, one last time. She began to speak.

"Beelzenef's vessels shall feel my pain

They'll each suffer a curse

That's one and the same

The boy, his assistant

Shall be cursed to dark

And kept well away

From his young sister's heart

His young sister

Shall love the light

And whenever she spots him,

She'll run away in fright."

She chanted. Her voice was weak and gravely. She did not talk much. But when she did, it was always a life or death situation.

"The girl, his vessel

A new form she will take

Until she finds true loves first kiss

The curse she'll never break

One way by day the other by night

This shall be the norm

Until she finds true loves first kiss

She'll take love's true form."

The fire began flashing rainbows, the future of those cursed showing in the flames. The witch paid it no mind, for should she see something she didn't like, she would not be around to do anything about it. She sat back in her rocking chair, and watched as two black cats jumped onto her windowsill, followed by a small yellow one. The yellow one watched her with knowing eyes, and to her, it looked familiar.

As her eyes shut, she swore she saw it mouth the words "I am Beelzenef.", but no one was around to tell her she was right. And they wouldn't get the chance, as after that, her breathing stopped.

Beelzenef quietly notified someone there was a dead body in that house, before leaving for Russia, where he would find his first vessel. Umehito Nekozawa… weird name, but he couldn't be choosy about this. The second would be much harder to get, but he had time.

After all, no one but him knew the witch had finished the spell. No one in the ministry knew she was even dead.

Well? Is it a good start?