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Manta walked through the park on a spring day, petals from the sakura trees dropping in his sandy colored hair. It was another day, another day of going to school, visiting the ghosts in the cemetery, Seeing his friends...being with Yoh. Manta hugged his faithful book, the Manjien, close to his chest. He was best friends with Yoh, and also, held Yoh in a secret place that only he knew about. Manta sighed and whispered to his Manjien, "I love you Yoh." Though he confessed this everyday to his book, he would never tell Yoh...Yoh was his best friend, he didn't want to lose that.
"Oi. You."
Manta stopped and turned around, facing a red headed girl who sat on the green he and Yoh normally sat on. She smiled and in another language said, Hello. Manta's mouth opened a little, he recognized that language. The girl before him had red hair, bright green eyes, and was the tallest female he'd laid eyes on. Her hair was long and went past her waist, ending in natural curls. Here eyes were wide, and skin tan, but not hear any other Japanese person among them. Trying to remember his foreign language class he asked, Uh...American you?
He jumped when she laughed and nodded her head. "Yes, I'm American, but my Japanese is quite good. So don't worry." She held out a bag and offered it to him, "Pretzel?" He blushed and murmured, "I don't want to be rude or anything...but...I don't really know you so..." She laughed and threw a pretzel in her mouth, chewing it merrily. "S'kay. I really wouldn't take anything from a stranger more." Manta raised his eyebrow, "More?" She blushed, "Oh...uh..either! Either! Sorry, like I said my Japanese is not that good." She began to laugh, and Manta relaxed laughing with her. She stopped after a few minutes, and turned more serious, "I am in trouble though...can you help me?"
Manta approached the bench, sitting next to her. He saw that her legs seemed uncomfortable, too long, and easily touching the ground. The ground seemed so close to her feet, that she her legs seemed bent at an awkward angle, looking far too uncomfortable. She took another Pretzel, and looked at Manta, "I'm looking for someone...he's...13 maybe 14, and has brown hair-" She stopped, and laughed, "Well...most of you all here have brown hair!" Manta smiled, she seemed like a very happy, and friendly girl.
"Maybe I know him, I'm almost 14." She looked at him surprised, "Wow...your so small...I don't mean any offense!" Manta shook his head, "It's okay...are all Americans...so tall?" She smiled, most...some are still pretty short...I'm actually fairly tall for a 16 year old." Manta looked at her feeling even smaller now that he knew she was close to his age. "Uh...what's his name, do you remember?" She smacked her head, "Duh! His name is Yoh. Yoh Ausakura." Manta's mouth split into a grin, "Yoh! He's my best friend!" She smiled brightly, her eyes wide, "Then you must be Manta!" He tilted his chin proudly, nodding, and she relaxed into the bench. "Now I can get things done! I'm here on business...it's imperative that I find him."
Manta looked at her, and lowered his voice, "Then are you...a shaman?" She looked at him, "Yes...but that's not what this is about." He cocked his head, "Oh...then what is it?" She starred off at the trees in front of her, a strong wind blowing her cloak of red hair behind her. When the wind stopped she turned and smiled, "My name is Marie." She reached in the bag and pulled out a Pretzel, "Pretzel Manta?" He smiled taking the offering, "Thank you Marie." He ate it merrily, and after he swallowed asked, "So what do you want to see Yoh for?"
Instead of answering she held out her hand, "You see my fingertips?" He looked down seeing blue dust on them, "That's a type of poison. You'll be falling asleep soon." Immediately Manta felt as if her couldn't breathe, his hands reached for his throat grabbing at it, and releasing his Manjien to fall to the floor. "I am after Yoh Asakura's life...and I need bait...what better thing than his friend?" Tears filled in Manta's eyes, and he passed out falling limply in her lap.
She began stroking his hair and sighed, "I have nothing against you Manta...it is just my job...Just my job...I'm sorry this hurts, but it won't hurt for long...it'll be over soon." A soft sound appeared behind her, and she smiled at who she saw. "Joseph." Joseph was her guardian ghost, a civil war victim killed at the tender age of 19. His eyes were brown and his hair sandy blonde, similar to Manta's. His ghostly hand came to her shoulder, and she smiled, "Does this job bore you...make you feel bad?" He shook his head, and sweetly answered, "No...not at all, I know what your doing is for a good cause...I know." She smiled, as he added softly, "I trust you Marie."
/MEANWHILE/
HoroHoro sat outside at Ren Tao's apartment complex, after having another huge argument and making himself seem more like an idiot. Kororo, tried her best at cheering him up sitting in his hair, while he held his knees. "I love that asX...ugh...and fighting with him doesn't help...ugh...Kororo...what do I do?" There was no sound from his little friend. He looked up, "Kororo?" She wasn't anywhere to be seen...Now a little frantic, he rose, looking from left and right. He called for her, heart pounding. The only thing that stopped his frantic search was the sound of humming.
He looked over across the street and froze, well almost froze, for his body was trembling, and his mouth was opening on a silent terror.
Unknown to HoroHoro, Ren was watching the one that plagued his thoughts. His dreams. The one that dare to enter his mind every time he turned around. Even from up where he was, Ren could tell something was wrong. It was almost as if he was standing next to him. As if he could here the young teen's racing heart, see his trembling body, taste the very fear within him. "What...what is he looking at?" Ren whispered, trying to see what was causing Ren's blue haired love interest to freeze as he was doing. Ren gave up, and headed for the door, "What the hell am I doing standing here!" He demanded from himself, and headed for HoroHoro.
Horohoro looked out across the street starring at the thing that was causing him fear. It was a very tall girl, defiantly not native to the country. As cars drove by, and people walked by she stood still, starring at Horohoro humming a nameless tune. She smiled as she rocked someone in her arms, someone he knew very well. "Ma...Manta?"he whispered as he starred at the slightly blue boy. Also in her hands was his heavy black book he seemed to carry with him everywhere. On top of Manta's still, still chest was a jar, with Kororo inside it, her little body limp. A ghostly hand was holding it, and attached to the hand was another foreigner, but a ghost foreigner. He starred at Horohoro as if it was he that was the ghost. A large truck drove by, and they had vanished.
"Hello Horohoro."
he turned to see the tall girl standing over him, the jar with Kororo in it on the ground, as well as the Manjien. The fear that had without warning sunk into his bones, evaporated and he reached for the jar, when something sharp stabbed across his shoulder. Blood hits the ground, and Horohoro clutched his bleeding shoulder. All the people around them just kept walking on by. She'd stabbed him, with what looked like an envelope opener. She dropped it, wiping blue dust onto her shirt. "I don't know what this is about-BUT NO ONE CAN HURT MANTA OR-or...Kor...Ko..roro?" He slumped to the ground collapsing into a cold sleep.
All the people on the streets kept walking by.
When Ren made it outside, he found the blood, the envelope opener, Manta's tarnished Manjien, and a crying Kororo trapped in a jar, as well as single sheet of paper. Sweat on his brow, he picked up everything, and released Kororo, she latched on to Ren (much to his discomfort) and he tool the letter.
I HAVE THEM, AND I'M HERE TO KILL YOU AND ASAKURA. I WILL SEND THE BOTH OF YOU ONE OF THEIR FINGERS, WITH A LETTER TELLING YOU WHERE TO FIND ME. I PROMISE NOT TO KILL THEM UNTIL YOU SEE MY FACE FIRST.
LOVE MARIE.
HAVE A NICE DAY.
One minute later, he fell to his knees screaming in agony, and anger...
As the people on the streets kept walking by.
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More to come...sorry it had to be written so quickly!