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Chapter 1- Epilogue to Journey

Once upon a time in an era long ago, when anything was possible. Where beings that resembled deities roamed in secret with humans lived. The was one particular Deity; The White Tiger.

Once upon a time in an era long ago, when anything was possible. There lived a young princess of a ruling Clans leader, and a powerful dictator of the era. She was extremely beautiful with long hair as dark as the night without a moon, and the palest of skin comparable to the moon. The princess of the Michiyo Clan.

Like every great clan, they had a certain chosen deity that represented them. They would bow to their figure and offer offerings for prosperity and success in the Clans lineage. Just like every great Clan the

Michiyo had their own certain Deity; Kamikaze, The White Tiger.

"Mama!" called out a young boy with dark hair in pajamas, "Where are you going?"

A tall woman with dark flowing hair crouched down to the boys height hugging him dearly not wanting to let go.

"Oh dear," she laughed softly, sorrow in her voice, "Mama is going on a little journey, she'll be back soon, but you have to promise me you'll be a good boy."

"Mama is going on a journey?" the boy yawned, "Like the princess in the story? Can I come too?"

"Yes dear, just like in the story," laughed the woman, embracing the boy once again, small tears falling down her cheeks, "But mama can't take you with her, she has to go on this journey on her own and keep her baby safe at home."

"Excuse me Lady Michiyo, but it is time for your departure," bowed a female servant, dressed in the uniformed kimono.

"Yes, of course. Please send for someone to take Hiko-Chan back to his bed, its still too early for him to wake."

"Of course madam, but we must hurry before the master gets back, we do not want to rouse his anger any further."

The mother holding unto her son, her tears started to flow even more as she hummed softly to the boy, who was now sleepily leaning on her shoulder.

"Mama," the boy cuddled into his mother's embrace, wiping her tears, "What's wrong you're crying?"

"Hiko-Chan~" the mother sang softly, her tears now overwhelming her, she clasped her arms tightly around the boy, "Be a good boy while mama is gone okay? Don't forget who you are in this world. Walk around with the pride of a Michiyo! Don't ever settle for less, and try to conquer any obstacle that come your way okay? Mama loves you! You'll always be my little Prince."

The mother now holding her son at arms length smiled dearly at him, "My little Prince, my Tolerant Prince, you've put up with so much so far, please continue to be this strong in the future, don't ever falter in your decisions okay? I'm going to miss a lot of your growing up, but please don't forget me. Mommy loves you! Be a good good boy."

With that said the mother hugged the boy once more kissing his forehead, the boy hugging the mother back confused as the servants came to get him.

"Mama?" the boy said as the woman turned around to leave, she was clad in a long leather jacket and boots, dragging a large suitcase behind her.

"Mommy?" the boy exclaimed as he was carried away by the servants, trying to separate the boy as he clung to his mother's legs.

He had suddenly realized the extent of his mother's departure, he instantly knew that this may be the last time he sees his mother.

"Mama! Mommy! Don't go!" he cried, his arms reaching for his mother as the servants finally separated them.

"Hiko-Chan will be good! He'll be a good boy! Please don't go! Don't leave me behind!"

"Michiyo" called out a distant voice I couldn't make out.

I didn't see her again for the longest time ever, but our reunion was short lived.

"Michiyo!" The voice got louder, oh how I wish it would shut up.

I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.

"Oi Michiyo! Wake up!"

I wish

"MICHIYO!"

You didn't have to die for me.

"TAKEHIKO MICHIYO!"

I was suddenly forced out of my dream, nearly leaping out of my desk, when I noticed I was in a classroom. After a few blinks I remembered that I came to school today. Crap. I fell asleep in class again. I looked up to see Shiraki-Sensei (all the girls like to call her Mayu-Sensei) standing before me with a frown on her face.

"Michiyo-San. I'm glad to see that you make yourself very much at home during my class."

"Mm," I said looking out the window I sat next to, waiting for my eyes to refocus from all the colors in the room.

"So what excuse do you have for falling asleep in the middle of my class?"

Raise you head

"None Ma'am," I say raising my head, "If I insulted you in anyway, I am deeply sorry."

The class suddenly began to stir from my answer.

Is this kid joking with me?

"Although falling asleep in the middle of class is very rude, and giving an excuse would not erase the fact of my misbehavior, I apologize," I say in the most politest way I can and giving off my most sincerest look.

"Fine," Sensei sighs, ruffling my hair, "I don't want a repeat of this again, why don't you go to bed earlier instead of staying up late doing God knows what."

With that said, Sensei went back to the black board, continuing her lesson. Her aura had a calm and tranquil color, she must be feeling passive today.

After the situation was cleared, everyone in the class giggled and snickered at me, well at least most of them. Everyone except for orange head, the Prince, and this weird group of girls that seemed to be in their own world.

RING RING

The bell had rung for lunch and everyone in class had put their tables together with their friends to eat, except for me. I usually eat outside when its warm or sit just out the door and eat. However, because I've been so busy with work, I've been missing out on sleep, so I'll just go outside and find a quiet spot to sleep, away from others.

"Hey Hiko-chan~" chorused a female classmate which I had no clue who she was. I removed my gaze from the window and glanced at her, frowning. I could feel her thoughts creep into mine, and hers were very loud and clear.

He's a cutie she thought I wonder if a hottie like him gets around much.

"Hmm?" I say apathetically, like she was very insignificant, "What do you want?"

"Aww is the slacker prince tired?" said the class's two class clowns, who I never bothered to learn their names.

Damn, what does it take to become that good looking, the world is very cruel!

"Slacker what?" I sighed, wishing these people would disappear, their thoughts and auras were starting to annoy me.

"Aww, don't tell me you've never noticed your little nick name in class," said the light haired clown, "Your name Takehiko has the word Prince in there, and since you're a slacker who always sleeps in class and really doesn't do much, we call you slacker prince.

I'm not sure if I'm not allowed to hit this idiot.

"C'mon leave the kid alone," bellowed the yankee girl in class, that was with those two other girls who I don't remember their names.

"Geez Uotani," said one of the girls, "can't we have a little fun talking to a classmate?"

"Yeah, but its obvious he's not interested," said the Uotani, glaring at the girl and cracking her knuckles.

As the class continued to make their peasant noise, I could see their auras illuminating bright neon colors, the annoyingly loud ones, and their thoughts were so loud I felt like I was in a mad house. I couldn't make out what they were saying with what they were thinking. So what did I do? I left that's what.

Sticking my hands in my pocket I brought out my Mp3 player, stuck the earphones in my ears, and played the music loudly, blocking the sounds of people, voice and mind. Sometimes I can't "control" this gift, so music is the only loud enough thing to block out other people, as for their auras, there's nothing I can do about it. I'll just have to somehow deal with it.

I've had this issue for as long as I can remember.

My name is Takehiko Michiyo, once the Heir to the great Michiyo clan that has somehow survived for so many hundreds of years.

I have many names; That Child, Brat, The Heir, Slacker Prince, Ingrate, Bastard, Idiot, Psycho. But there is one name I like to call myself.

The Tolerant Prince.

My name is Takehiko Michiyo, tall dark eyed, dark haired. I'm said to have nothing redeeming about myself. I'm completely apathetic to life, I take whatever I get, and use it to my advantage is I have to.

I am Takehiko Michiyo, the Tolerant Prince, this is my journey.

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