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I decided to start this work because there's not enough Luck x OC content and I'm craving for more so I wrote one myself!
English isn't my first language, so if you spot mistakes here and there, feel free to tell me. I'd really appreciate it!
Welp, hope you enjoy!
Story Info
Pairing: Luck Voltia x OC
Timeline: Before Black Clover begins - The night before Magna became a Magic Knight
Chapter 1: Where it all started
That night, under the moonlight, stood a young girl covered in blood. She huffed as her grimoire flew back to its pouch, looking down at the bodies scattered around her, then to piles of burnt wood on her left. The place she once called home along with the person who took care of her has been taken away, thus she took their lives as compensation. It wasn’t enough, she thought, but even she herself didn’t know what would be enough.
She was sad. She was angry. Even so, tears wouldn’t fall down as she buried her guardian’s cold body that was covered with wounds and blood. She was exhausted, sitting alone in front of the grave she had made, with a wooden plank as a substitute for a gravestone.
The girl sat there with a blank face in silence, doesn’t even bothered to wipe away the blood and cinder on her face. She heard a tree not far behind her rustled, followed by heavy footsteps.
“What are you gonna do now, kid?” a gruff voice asked in a calm tone. The owner of the voice was a tall and buff man who were smoking cigarette. Didn’t receive an answer, he let out a puff of smoke then said, “Join my squad.”
“Why?” the girl finally answered, not turning around, still in the same position and with the same expression.
The man grinned. “Because you’re interesting. Take this.” He threw a bundle of fabric to the girl. It was a black hooded robe with gold trimming and a black bull insignia on the left-hand side.
The girl held it tightly. Her hands were shaking as well as her voice when she said, “I—how could you recruit someone like me into your squad? I mean, didn’t you see what I’ve done? I killed them! Those men!” Tears started come out, falling down her cheeks to the ground beneath her.
The man shrugged. “Listen, kid. I’ve said my reason. Now, it’s up to you whether you wanna throw it away, keep it, or keep it and follow me.” He then turned around, starting to walk slowly to the way he came from.
Before the man disappeared into the dark forest, the girl quickly picked herself back up, rushing towards the man. She held the robe close to her chest as they walked through the forest in silence.
“Thank you,” the girl mumbled after a while.
That person came at the right time, offering her a hand when she had lost everything, even the will to live. His attitude wasn’t the best, but she managed to find comfort in him. He was the father figure she had secretly wished for the longest time.
“Captain Yami, you’re back!” a young man exclaimed. He immediately froze upon seeing the man he referred to as captain were standing in the doorway, holding a teenage girl by the back of her shirt. “C-captain, why are you holding her like that?”
“Huh? She was gonna run away after following me all the way here.” Yami, as the young man called, blew out another puff of smoke as he put the girl down. “She’s a new recruit. Show her around. I need to take a shit.”
There was a long awkward silence once Yami left them in the common room. The girl, still covered in blood and cinder, stood there with her mouth shut, observing the young man in front of her.
The male has a more saturated shade of brown than hers, quite long and messy. He was wearing a green tunic with long sleeves under the same robe with the one in the girl’s hand. His eyes were droopy, making him look more nervous than he actually was.
The girl knew, her appearance was very concerning, definitely horrible for a first impression. Still holding the robe Yami gave her, she wiped away the stain on her face with her other hand only to smeared them all over.
“Excuse my shabby appearance,” said the girl while turning away, “this is why I tried to run away. I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable….”
“W-what? It’s alright, you must’ve had it rough.” He held out his hand to her. “My name’s Finral. What’s yours, cutie?”
“Ari.” The girl looked down at Finral’s hand, then back to his face that was showing a flirty smile. “I don’t understand how come you find someone who is covered in blood and cinder attractive.”
Finral immediately turned stiff. He pulled his hand to the back of his head as he awkwardly laugh it off. “Why don’t I show you the girls bathroom so you can clean yourself before we continue with the tour?”
A loud grumble could be heard from Ari’s stomach before she even said a thing. The girl looked down in embarrassment.
“La?!” A petite girl who were enjoying her food on the couch suddenly turned to the source of a grumbling sound. Grabbing a piece of cupcake from her food stack, she rushed over to Ari. “Eat this, la! La?” said the girl, shoving a cupcake to Ari’s mouth.
“H-hank who…?” Ari replied with her mouth full, trying her best to chew and swallow the cupcake.
“Oh, let me introduce you. This is Charmy,”—Finral turned to the petite girl—“and Charmy, this is Ari. Our newest recruit.”
“La!” Charmy ignored the formality, opening her grimoire to summon cotton sheep. “Creation Magic: Sheep Cook!”
Ari swallowed her food, looking nervous at what Charmy’s sheep were doing. “What the hell….”
“Ah, Charmy. I think Ari would like to take a bath first—”
Too late. Charmy already served a full course meal right in front of them with the help of her sheep. “Eat,” she said menacingly.
It was a long night, but as always, she couldn’t bring herself to sleep. In her quarters, she was lying down on her new bed. It was dusty, but better than the ground.
Everything went by too fast. She had lost everything, then was given a new place to stay, just in the span of one night.
The Black Bulls, that’s what they called themselves. They had accepted her and treated her kindly in their own ways. Yami by recruiting her into his squad, Finral by showing her around the base, and Charmy by feeding her when she’d noticed that Ari was starving, even willing to lend her clothes. Even though Ari haven’t met the other members, who Finral said were still on missions, she believed that they’re all as kind as the ones she’d met.
Everything was fine at that time. Still, Ari can’t help but to feel uneasy. There was something bothering her.
Ari reached out for a doll of her brother on the nightstand, still lying down. She held it up in front of her face. There were no trace of his mana. Ari was certain, if one’s mana in the doll disappeared, it could only mean one thing, and that is no other than death itself.
If death really had taken his soul, there was nothing Ari could do to bring him back. The least she could do was to find his body and bury him properly, so the soul could rest in peace.
Ari picked herself back up, looking outside the window. The moon had set up on top of the sky. It was midnight already. She was tempted to sneak outside in order to search for her late brother’s body, but then she realized, leaving the home she had been given to without no one knowing is an impudent act. Maybe she could ask Yami for permission the next day.
Yami told her to do as she pleased, thus Ari went out on her own. It was dreadful enough to force herself to be awake under the sun light, then she realized that she’d been wandering around for hours with zero result. She immediately collapsed on the ground in exhaustion.
Forcing herself to go out under the daylight was a terrible move. With an ounce of energy she had left, she dragged herself to shade, under a big lush tree. Right there, she was save from the sun, and it was a great spot to take a nap.
Ari dozed off until the sun set on the west, not bothered by her surroundings. At least, until a fire ball hit her head followed by shriek that was not Ari’s. She didn’t even flinch.
“A dead body?!”
Ari turned her body facing the source of racket. She frowned upon seeing the person who dared to disturb her nap time, even went all the way to mistook her as a dead body.
“Oh, it’s not dead.” The person walked closer, a male figure with two different colored hair, grey at the top and black at the sides, also a black mohawk.
“What do you mean ‘it’, you punk?” Ari groaned, as she struggled picking herself back up.
With his face held up, he snapped at her. “Haaa? Who’re you calling punk? Wanna fight?”
Ari’s face turned blank as she flat out answered, “No.” One moment later before walking away, she noticed that the noisy male is also wearing Black Bulls’ robe.
“Huh? Whatcha lookin’ at?”
“We’re in the same squad.”
“Isn’t that obvious, little brat?”
Ignoring his harsh words, Ari walked closer while observing the male with the same expressionless face. “I’m Ari,”—she held out her hand—“Captain Yami recruited me last night.”
Instead of shaking Ari’s hand, the man shouted, “Whaaat?! Recruited by Mister Yami himself?!”
“Huh? What’s wrong with that?” Ari pulled back her hand to cover her ears. “By the way, stop shouting. It’s unnecessary.”
He didn’t listen. Leaning closer to Ari, he exclaimed, “I worked super hard to pass the entrance exam! And you—”
“Not my problem.”
There was a moment of silence before he grabbed Ari by the collar of her robe. “You brat! How about we settle this with a fight, huh?”
“Don’t wanna,” Ari said, followed by a growl from her stomach.
They exchanged gaze after looking down at the source of noise. Ari’s still putting up an expressionless face, while the male’s face twitched in annoyance.
He let go of Ari’s robe as he huffed. “I’m heading back,” he said, walking away.
The sun has set and Ari had taken a long nap, thus her energy rose up as the surroundings got darker and darker. She tailed on the annoying man with light steps. “Hey, what’s your name? I’ve told you mine, so it’s only fair if you tell me yours, no?” she asked in a more lively voice.
“Magna,”—his eyebrows twitched—“Magna Swing.”
“Alright! Nice to meet ya, Magna!” Ari smacked his back a bit too hard, catching him off guard.
Magna yelped, as he fell onto the ground with his face first.
“Ah, sorry,” said Ari with an innocent smile.
“What….” Magna jumped back up, pointing at Ari furiously. “What is it with you! What’s with that change of attitude?!”
Ari tilted her head. “Heee? It’s nighttime now.”
“That doesn’t answer my question!”
“Ah, I’m hungry! I wonder if Senior Charmy is back yet,” Ari said, skipping pass Magna towards the base.
“Oi! Don’t ignore me!”
Back at the base, Charmy was eating from her pile of food as usual, ignoring the underdressed woman lying beside her on the couch. A portal opened behind them and there was Finral walking out of it looking all gloomy. The portal closed right after he stepped out of it.
Finral noticed that another member of the squad had came back from mission. His face lighted up a little. “Vanessa, you’re back—”
“I’m back!” Ari burst through the main door with an angry Magna chasing her.
“Get back here, you brat!”
“Hahaha! No!”
Magna summoned three fireballs, hitting it one by one with his fire bat that was created using magic. “Eat this!”
Ari, on the other side, kept on giggling as she jumped around the common room, avoiding the fireballs. Messing with Magna’s fun, so she kept on mocking him. Her grimoire was on its pouch all the time, meaning that she was jumping around with just pure energy.
Finral’s warning was ignored, so the young man gave up. He used his Spatial Magic to go to his quarters, avoiding fireballs that were thrown around.
“Heeey, what are you guys doing? Ah, my head is killing me,” groaned the woman Finral called Vanessa. She slowly brought herself up to see the two new recruits running around with fireballs thrown everywhere. “Oh my, it sure is lively here.”
Speaking of fireballs, one of them almost struck Yami who just finished his super important business at the toilet. “You two,”—he exhaled smoke before launching a deathly fist to the wall beside him—“quit destroying the place!”
Ari and Magna immediately froze in place, slowly turning to their captain. Fear filled their face, though Ari’s smile was still up. The next moment, they were sitting in front of Yami with bumps on their head. “We’re sorry,” they both whimpered.
Writing this was a challenge, fuh!
Thanks for reading! See you in the next chapter!