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Part 1 "Yui! He is using you. He lied to you. Yui-chan!" Miaka begged the cold pair of eyes that stared at her. The tears began to fill Miaka's large eyes as Yui turned to the blond haired Nakago. He closed his blue eyes and nodded slightly. Yui turned back to Miaka. "I don't believe you," was the cold reply. Miaka fell to her knees, weeping as she watched Yui close her eyes and make the wish. **** Dark storm clouds raced across the once light blue sky toward the desert that once had been home to thousand of Hin. It lay in waste now as the clouds settled over their new target, dumping the sweet liquid on to the barren landscape sending the smell of wet dirt into the air. As the drops hit the ground, the spirits of all that had died there swarmed back. From those drops, the provided by a new God, the spirits were awakened into earthly bodies. The people of the desert were reborn. **** 20 years later. Wataru stood on the dirt mound watching the horizon for any signs of movement. His eyes, as light s the sky, scanned, looking for any signs of darkness, hoping that the rains that gave back their lives so long ago would be on that horizon. His hope slipped away; no clouds lingered in the distance. With a sigh, he skidded down the hill to a stop before his best friend, Ketsa. "Well?" A shake of the head was the only answer to the one-worded question. Ketsa, his normal face beaming, turned to the dry, crackled ground that had become more familiar over the last few years. Ever since Nakago was sealed 10 years ago. Wataru was thinking the same thing as he swore, "That Byakko bitch!" Ketsa looked his older friend in the eyes, questioning the statement he himself had been thinking only moments earlier. "It's the truth. She sealed away our God, the only God who cared for the Hin because he was one. He made this place what it is, excuse me, was. Our people were happy for once and then that Byakko no Miko bitch came and sealed him away." "Wataru-" Wataru merely waved his hand, dismissing the topic the two friends knew so well. They had argued over it many times in the 17 years of Ketsa's life. This time, sensing Wataru's mood, he actually let it go. "You think the Miko will appear?" he asked instead. Wataru frowned then shrugged. "Dunno." I hope so. "Nakago is sealed so" the unsaid words hung in the air above them. "Well...there are four of us so who can know. It must have meant that there was one," Wataru said thoughtfully. "But you're not positive." "No one knows." Wataru slung a brotherly arm around Ketsa's shoulders and the two teens headed back to the small city they called home. **** "Waaaa!!!" The screamed as well as the thud that followed was heard throughout the mansion. Downstairs Kelly sighed as she finished making a tuna sandwich and delicately packed it into a brown paper bag. Upstairs in the room above the kitchen she could hear her mistress's feet running from various parts of the room. She sighed again and frowned. The upstairs was not as calm as the down. Shoes were flung into walls, clothes thrown into piles on the floor, and papers were zinging though the air as Reese tore from room to room looking for her school things. She already had found a shoe, her skirt, and last nights physics homework. "Mom?! Have you seen my blouse?" she franticly yelled as she looked through the closet for the umpteenth time. "Which one?" Reese rolled her eyes. "The bright yellow one with the pink spots! Which one do you think? The light gray one." "Reese! Do not take that tone of voice with me, young lady. Have you looked on the floor under your bed where all the rest of your wardrobe is?" Reese sighed, frustrated with herself as she got down and poked her head under the feathered bed. Her other shoe, her blouse, and her school bag were all sitting in a neat pile. Cursing, Reese scooped them out. She slung the blouse on, buttoned it up, and, tying her other shoe first, looked into the mirror. The blouse was badly wrinkled and hung just past her thigh. It was only buttoned to her midriff though. She smiled at her reflection. Perfect. Her gaze shifted from the blouse to her face. Wellmy outfit is perfect, she thought as she headed for her bathroom. After applying a layer of base, black eye shadow, and black eye liner she looked in the full body mirror once again. Finally satisfied, she grabbed her bag off of the bed and slung it over her head and onto her shoulder. With a flip of her shoulder length black hair, she walked out of the room and down the stairs. Kelly met her at the bottom with an english muffin and a paper lunch. Reese took the muffin, biting into it as she thanked the cook. Her eyes widened as her tongue hit sweet liquid. She smiled. "Honey?" At Kelly's nod, Reese squealed. "Thank you!" She hugged the smiling servant. "I can't believe you remembered." "Of course I remember, Miss Reese. How long have I been working for your parents?" Kelly's round face was bright with a smile as Reese, muffin in mouth, waved and shut the door behind her. **** Reese bumped the door to her silver '89 Ford Mustang closed with a hip, her arms too full of books to shut it with a hand. She walked to her locker, ignoring the taunts, catcalls, and comments about her dress and mannerism. It was hard though. No one knew her yet they all assumed who she was by the way she dressed. What they thought was tasteless, weird, and trashy, she thought comfortable. She only guessed they had always had money and things. She had grown up in a trailer park until her mother had won a 60 million-dollar lottery only five years ago. A smile spread across Reese's brown face as she thought of that day. It had been a miracle; one that Reese had never forgotten nor ever would. She never forgot what living in a trailer and having barely enough money to buy food felt like either. She sighed as she struggled to pull open her locker. Pulling it with a heavy yank, she fell backwards, books and papers flying everywhere. Screaming in frustration, she bent down and picked up a book - English. "Um...do ya want some help?" Reese turned her head, black mop flinging, a strand or two coming to rest on her face. Brown eyes met green ones. A hand extended with a stack of dirty papers, offering them to her. Reese mumbled thanks while wrenching her gaze from the green eyes. With one hand, Reese stuck the disheveled mess into the English book while grabbing the cover of her physics book. "Physics, huh? Are you in my class?" the voice asked. Reese closed her eyes. What the heck am I feeling? "I don't think so. I'm in AP and I don't remember seeing you," she finally managed to whisper. "Oh well. I'm Shelly." Shelly extended her hand again to help Reese up. Reese took it. "I'm Reese." Shelly smiled. "I know. It was on your papers." Reese turned away; her cheeks were dusted with red as she stuffed the two books into the locker. She bent and picked up the math, history, and Japanese books, and a paperback novel off of the ground. She quickly stuffed all except the history and Japanese books into her locker before slamming it shut. At Shelly's questioning glance, she added, "It sticks." Shelly nodded. Reese smiled and turned, walking toward the stairs. "So, what's your first class?" Reese startled at the voice. She turned to see Shelly one step behind her, the sun playing off her golden hair. STOP that! What is wrong with me? "Um...I...a...h" she stumbled over the words, trying to think. "Japanese." "Oh," was the shocked reply, "I didn't know they offered that here." "Yeah, not many do. There are only thirteen kids in the class." Shelly chuckled, music to - No! Damn it! She's probably not like that. Reese shook her head, killing the impenitrating thoughts. "Something wrong?" Was there concern in Shelly's voice? Reese shook that thought off as well. "No. This is my class." She motioned to the open door the two teens stood in front of. "Oh" Disappointment? "Well, I'll see ya later. Bye!" "Um...Yeah. Sure." Reese nodded and disappeared into the classroom. **** "Hai. Ariguato gozaimasu, Sensei." "Do itashimashita. Sayonara, Reese." Reese waved to her teacher as she filtered out into the hall with the other students. From somewhere behind her she heard her name being called. Stopping, Reese turned to survey the crowd, her tall, slender body enabling her to see over the head of average student. She quickly picked out Shelly by her waving hand and her blonde-golden mop of hair. Reese smiled as she waited for the other girl. The rest of the day went off like that. Reese waiting for Shelly and Shelly waiting for Reese. As Reese waited outside Shelly's room after 5th hour, she began to think. Maybe I can be friends with her A pair of arms suddenly wrapped themselves around Reese's neck, causing the girl to scream. They released her immediately and spun her around. Reese hit the owner of those hands in the stomach. "Damn it, Jake!" she exclaimed as Jake caught his breathe. "Reese! Who's that?" Jake straightened up and scooped Shelly's hand into his own, lightly kissing it. "Jake Schrose at your service Miss" Shelly politely pulled her hand back as Reese rolled her eyes. "Shelly Paluma." Reese couldn't help but laugh at Jake's "shoot down" look. Soon Shelly joined in and finally so did Jake. He slung his arms around the girls' shoulder, which Shelly shrugged off, and led them down to the now empty locked bays. Jake leaned against one as Reese scrounged around in hers. "You working today?' "Yep." "Why bother? Your family is loaded." "Nice way of putting it." The locked slammed closed. "Sorry, but that's the way it is. So...who's this Shelly girl?" "I just met her this morning. She helped me pick up some papers of mine." "Oooohhh" Jake smiled. "What's with that smile?" Reese already dreaded the answer. "There is that dance coming up" "Oh right. 'Shelly, wanna go to the dance with me?' I'm so sure, Jake. Besides, I thought we were going together." Jake frowned, but slung his around Reese's shoulders. Reese in turn put her arm around his waist. She laid her head against one of his broad shoulders as he hugged her. "Hey Reese," Shelly's voice was heard from behind, "Jake. Where ya heading?" "Um" Reese turned, Jake still attached to her, "I'm outta here. I take Jake out to lunch then we go to work. You wanna come to lunch?" Shelly frowned and shook her head. "Can't. I have a 7th and 8th hour. Plus" she stopped, unsure hoe to proceed, "I'm a Junior. Isn't this a closed campus to all but Seniors?" Reese chuckled. "Yeah. I guess I'll see ya tomorrow then." Shelly said good-bye and went off to the cafeteria as Reese and Jake headed to her car. Both threw books and bags into the trunk and Jake hoped into the passenger seat as Reese stared for a second back at the school. "Pieces!" Reese looked back and smiled at the nickname Jake had given her long ago. Without a second glance back, she leaped into the seat. The car started and pealed on to the road. To read more of my stories visit http://home.att.net/~dreamforever |
