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lil-dinopup · 6 months ago

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Mahou NO Star Hana Chapter 1

Today I'm releasing the first chapter of a original magical idol inspired series I've been working on!

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Summary: Kohana Kousei was a 28 year old NEET, but not by choice. One day, the fairy Hanatora decides to help her. She gives Kohana a special collar and bracelets that let Hanatora transform Kohana into a beautiful teenage girl. Hanatora will do whatever it takes to make Kohana's childhood dream to become a famous actress come true, no matter how much magic it takes. This story is inspired by classic animes like Mahou no Stage Fancy Lala, Mahou no Idol Pastel Yumi, and Mahou no Tenshi Creamy Mami

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Kohana let out a sigh as she stared at the job application she had just finished filling out

Name 虎宇星 Kousei, 恋花 Kohana. When she had been younger she had tried so hard to live up to her last name. 虎 Be fierce and brave like a tiger. 宇 Behave like the Universe revolves around you. 星 You are a shining star. That was how Kohana’s parents taught her how to write her family name. 恋 If you are loving and affectionate you will find long lasting romance. 花 One day you’ll blossom into a beautiful flower.

Sometimes it felt like maybe she was given the wrong name or maybe even swapped at birth. She did her best to follow the kanji meaning of her name. Her parents had always gone on about how they had really thought hard on her name. A true Kousei lives up to their name.

That was something the 28 year old old woman could never do. She had never been like a brave tiger. Kohana wasn’t even brave enough to tell a waitress when she got her order wrong; which happened far more than you would think. Nor was she a shining star, she had never caught anyone’s attention. Kohana had never been called ugly. Her dark black hair had a slight wave to it. While her skin wasn't a sunkissed tan or a beautiful snow white pale, it wasn’t sickly gray. Her eyes weren’t so dark brown that they were almost an intense black like her mother’s nor was it an amber brown like her fathers. It wasn't almost golden brown like her sister’s. It was just a light brown. She wasn’t a short cutie or a cool tall beauty. Kohana wasn’t thin, but she wasn’t fat. She was a little curvy but not enough to have been bullied. She was average.

Or rather as her mother liked to tell her once she was old enough to know the truth. Kohana was plain and unremarkable. There was nothing special about the woman. She was the painfully average disappointment of parents who expected extraordinary things. Her family was full of extraordinary people. Kohana was not one of these people. She hit her milestones when most babies did, unlike her sister who always hit them early, in school she got average grades, she had average looks, and she lived an average life.

That wasn’t quite right. Kohana lived a lonely life. She had lost contact with her family shortly after she had moved out, it hadn’t been a big fight nor was it because she hated them. Kohana had just gotten tired of always being the one calling in and checking in on them. They never asked her how she was doing. And once she stopped putting in the effort it was like they had completely forgotten their eldest daughter.

Her younger sister was a true Kousei. 陽美 Hinami was like a bright sunny day, a true beauty just like her name would imply. The younger sister would never fade into the background like Kohana. Her sister’s name fit her like a custom made dress. Hinami had become a rather famous actress and model loved by all by the time she was just a child. Even to this day Kohana saw her sister’s pictures in the new magazines.

As a child it had been Kohana’s dream to become an actress and then everyone would love her, then everyone would notice her, they would care about her. But things didn’t work out like that for the plain teenage girl. Teenage Kohana had finally found a chance to audition for a small commercial. Her mother and father had been really busy at work. So they made their older daughter bring her little sister with her.

Hinami was supposed to stay quiet and let her sister do her audition. The people had been very understanding and let Kohana take her sister into the same room. Standing in front of the interviewers she froze up. It was the first time she had ever felt she was truly being watched and Kohana wasn’t used to it. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t get the words out. And then… then Hinami teased her going on about how the lines weren’t that hard. The 10 year old delivered the lines perfectly and outshined the timid teenage girl.

With that Hinami’s career took off like a rocket. Leaving her older sister coughing on the smoke.

While her younger sister found success at a young age. Kohana found herself struggling to get any job she could. She would get hired while places were understaffed and when they needed to get rid of people, she was always the first to go. No matter how good or how hard Kohana worked, she was always the first one that got fired. It wasn’t that she was a bad employee. It was just easier to get rid of someone who the other employees wouldn’t care about. What made things even harder was that when she tried to get recommendations from previous jobs they would barely remember a Kousei Kohana working for them if she was lucky.

Kohana gave the woman at the desk the filled out application. She had waited to make sure the woman wasn’t busy. In hopes that would leave a better impression. But, the chances were low she would actually get a call back. She didn’t choose the NEET life, but it was more like the NEET life chose her. Or rather no other life wanted to choose her and neet life was forced to pick her like that last kid waiting for a team to pick them. N.E.E.T, No Employment Education or Training. It wasn't like she didn't want to be employed, still in school or training. It wasn't her fault she kept getting fired and jobs were so hard to get into, she didn’t have the resources or reasons to keep going to school. And Kohana wouldn't know what training she would do.

When she was in her small apartment things were easier, sure she was alone. But, she wasn’t lonely. Sure Kohana didn’t have any real people in her life but she had her stuffed animals. More importantly in her small apartment she could forget that she was an invisible wilted flower. In the outside world everything reminded Kohana that she was more like a ghost wandering the living realm than a real person. She could remember as a child she sometimes thought she must have been a ghost. A living ghost, because no real person could be as forgettable as her. It wasn’t uncommon for people to hit right into her as if they had never even seen her. She was the girl who disappeared in the background. In pictures of her childhood it was like playing Finding Waldo. All her friendships had been ones that didn’t last outside of the classroom or once the work shift was over. Kohana was the kind of person where you could have a conversation that changed your life for the better, but for the life of you, you can’t remember who you talked to.

Chills ran down Kohana’s back, the hairs on her neck stood. It felt like someone was staring at her. She felt like prey that just realized a predator was hunting them. Her eyes frantically searched for the source of the unnerving feeling. But, there was no one there. No one was watching her. No one was staring at her.

As she took a few steps further it felt like she was being followed. She took a turn, but the feeling didn’t go away. She was always very aware of her surroundings. It had been Kohana who first realized her little sister had her first stalker when no one believed her that Hinami was being followed. Her parents had told her she was jealous of her sister’s up and coming fame, that she was making up lies. That was until she had caught the stalker breaking into their house. The worst part had been while Kohana had been the one who ended up getting attacked. That could have been much worse if the police hadn’t gotten there a few seconds later. Her parents had been more worried about her little sister.

She pulled out her phone and entered the very next store that had been open, which happened to be a toy store. It had been years since she had been in one. As a child she remembered looking at the toys in awe, but she was never good enough for a reward like her sister. Even though she had always been well behaved unlike HInami who would throw a tantrum if she didn’t get what she wanted. Of course she always got what she wanted and would always go back to being a ray of sunshine once their parents listened to their pretty princess’ wishes.

Life as a child was worse than it was now. It hurt much more being invisible when you were a child who just wanted to be loved. Things became easier when she started to live on her own. Though could one count it as living if you lived like a ghost? She went to work, she picked up something from the convenience store on her way home, and at home she would watch anime, read manga, play videos; anything that could let her escape into a world where she could see what it would be like to be the main character.

Kohana walked around the shop, the feeling of eyes on her hadn’t gone away. The feeling got closer, but it had only been her and the man at the cash register. When she got into the stuffed animal aisles she couldn’t help but feel a little better. She loved stuffed animals. While it had been years since she had gone into a toy store. She had a habit of buying new friends online whenever the loneliness really got her. Which resulted in her owning many plush friends.

Suddenly it felt like someone had touched her. She turned around so fast her hand hit something hard. Pain shot through her hand, it took her a moment to realize what her hand had hit. The shelves. It had been impossible for someone to be behind her. There was no room. Then she saw it. It looked as if the stuffed tiger was staring right into her soul with its intense eyes. It wasn’t just a toy tiger. It was a tiger that looked like a flower. Not any but rather a tiger lily. It even had a little flower petal poncho that was light yellow with spots on the inner fabric, with green ribbon tied around it.

Timid fingers wrapped around the toy and picked it up. Kohana brought it closer, it smelled like lilies, and looked cute. As she moved the toy, the eyes followed her. It must have been the same effect as how people felt like the Mona Lisa’s eyes followed them as they walked. If she said it aloud she was sure she would be called crazy or stupid. But, something about the tiger toy made her feel truly seen for the first time in her life. And for just a moment it made her want to cry and hug the toy.

But, she shook her head and scolded herself mentally for being so silly. It was just a toy. She put the toy back on the shelf. She didn’t have the money to waste while she was in between jobs right now. She needed to go home and try to find other places to hire her. She needed to stop being so silly.

As she walked away she didn’t feel like she was being watched anymore. Until suddenly her shoulder was grabbed as a male voice almost yelled at her “Hey you! Where do you think you’re going!” She flinched hard as she turned around. It was the cashier.

He didn’t let the shocked woman try to say anything. “Do you think you can steal from me?”

What was he going on? Sure as a teenager she had a nasty habit of stealing from stores, because if no one was going to notice her why not? Honestly the stealing was a weak attempt to get anyone to notice her. It didn’t work in the end she had gotten many many new clothes, accessories, and anything that caught her teenage self’s eye. But, not the thing she had truly wanted.

“Stealing?” She repeated. She had been caught stealing, someone had noticed her, for stealing? But, she hadn’t stolen anything.

"That!" The man exclaimed and gestured to her bag, hanging off the bag was the lily tiger toy from before.

“Huh? How'd that get there?” Kohana exclaimed. She had known she had placed it back on the shelf! How did it get onto her bag? How was it hanging off her bag?

“I would expect that from a third-grader, but you’re an adult woman. You can either pay up or I can call the police.” The employee said strictly

Of course the weak willed woman could do nothing but agree. There was no price on the doll so the man told her to give him 1,050 yen and never to try that again.

That was how Kohana found herself buying herself a toy for the first time in, well ever. Just for a moment, she swore the Tiger toy looked disappointed that she didn’t argue with the man.

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