I don't own yyh, so don't sue me. This is my first yyh fic so be nice.
Learning When to say Hello, and When to Say Goodbye
Solana felt the sweet tang in her muscles as she lifted the old box to the high shelf, she struggled a little reaching to the top of her toes, thankful for the bit a ballet training that allowed her to go to the tip just high enough to bump the box into place. She leaned back and smiled in satisfaction. It was New Years Eve and time to clean the tiny apartment she lived in from top to bottom. It was her third year in Japan and it was the first time that she had joined in the thousands of other people in doing a solid cleaning of her home.
She had moved to Japan three years ago from America to become a teacher at SASASA High school. She taught American and English culture at the school, and while it didn't pay much, the school paid for a round ticket to home once a year and it was more then what she would have gotten at home. A feeling of a job well done came over her a bit stronger then her original feeling.
What the… I thought. I looked around in slight confusion and then felt a feeling of amusement at myself? Sitting on the bed was the fattest cat I had ever met, the neighbor's cat that enjoyed the many feedings of everyone in the apartment complex.
"Oh hey Tonka," I said in English to the cat. "I already told you, you are going to kill yourself by eating too much, so no more food. I thought I had my shields up all the way. Ever since last month, my powers have been getting more and more out of control." I said more to myself then to the cat, though I did express my feelings to the cat through my empathy.
As if to prove my point I had a feeling of déjà vu, as Tonka got up and started to walk towards my only kimono hanging in the closet. "Oh no you don't," I said as I quickly threw a dirty rag in front of him to prevent him from shedding my kimono. "I only saw you shredding something of mine so that counts," I told him as he threw me a dirty look. I felt resignation from him as he started to shred the cloth.
I started picking up the remaining dirty rags and walked over to the dirty cloths hamper and threw them in. Musing to myself I figured that maybe my self taught control wasn't going to work much longer. It wasn't just picking up random unwanted emotions all the time, it was the increase of prophetic dreams and weird stuff just kept happening. Kayla had always been nagging me to find someone to teach me better control, but I just wanted to forget that part of my life. The few fairies that lived near me had been increasing in number and there had been the case of that nasty bug like fairies a while back. I wasn't sure what was going on but I at least need someone else who might know what was going on. I fired up the internet and started looking for local metaphysical and new age stores, some times you kind find people hanging out there that aren't just playing pretend.
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