Winter Wind
Chapter one : the storm
The wind blows one more time on Fumbari hill, making roar the wooden door, like in a long agony scream. The gust's violence makes increase the fear that Yoh feels growing in his heart. A big flash strips the sky, and the weak light that the candle diffuses in the chamber seems to flicker. The rain falls on the house's wall, and the noise resounded with force in the empty room. Yoh, rolled in the darkest side of the piece, packed a little more. The thunder makes shacked the walls, and he groans weakly. How many time? Since when was he like that? The memory seems to have left him at the same time as Her. Where is she now? What does she make? All that he sees always brought back his thoughts to Her. Impossible to get rid of the image which She had left in him, as a mark with a hot, red iron, which would never be erased completely. A huge pain when She had left, as if someone had snatched a part of his heart. He would never have believed that possible. He was always afraid of her, She liked to make him suffer, and make him cry had become a ritual, like a party for Her. But after all, he had never really wishes to flee Her.
Why? Why Her? Everything started with this voyage to the Ozorezan Mount, a long time ago. Yoh had met Her in his grandmother's house, Itako Kino. He had seen her tears, all her distress. And he had wanted to help her. More than everything, I don't want to see her tears. Never again. She had stolen his heart, his thoughts. He can't continue to live if he can't return the smile on her face. And for this day, when he had seen her cried, she had took up his mind. She had never let him alone again. The evening, when he fells asleep, he thoughts of her. Always. She would never leave him. She was going to become his wife, and even if he makes believe to his friends that he is afraid of it, that of all his heart, he hates her, it's just to hide what he really feels. He hasn't sought to wound her, to hurt her, but it's unable, simply, for him to say what he really feels. For him, to flee her, was a way to approach her in hiding-place, because she always managed to find him. If he still remains with her all the time, she would finally realizing his feelings. And Yoh can't run this risk. So he had fled her, and hope that she would follow him. And she had done it. The shaman had always believed that if she follows him, it's that she shares his feelings, that she loved him just as he loved her. That if she trains him so hard, it's because she wants to hide it too. Why would she have tortured him if not? He has believed that during long years. But the recent events had done change his opinion.
However, which she had said to him during the shaman fight had finished reinforcing his convictions. Why did she ask him to love her, to protect her from the other, if she doesn't feel anything? It wouldn't make any sense. And yet, she isn't there, she's not with him today. How can it arrive? His memory misses him. Or maybe he has deliberately locked up this part behind a wall of pain and resentment. To forget permanently that he had loved her, until he loses the reason , until to be able to give his life for her. And she had broken the mirror of his illusions, she had revealed that he believed being shared feelings. Never it had been question of sharing. Just an idea, an impression, some gestures which has made him lose his clearness, enough to make him not realize that she played with him.
And yet... He can't bring him to believe what his eyes shows him. He knows. He has seen it in her eyes, felled it in her words, he has understood the hidden sense of what she said. A hidden thing cannot be false. She also has loved him... Maybe without realizing it... But she has loved it, even just a little. And now that her gestures, her words take all their sense, She is not there. She's away from him. Why? Where is she? A stronger flash makes shake the door and Yoh curls up. A tear runs on his cheek. He still loves her...He would always love her... She would be always there, in his heart, with her blond hair flying in the wind...He could never forget her. She would haunted his night, and would return to see him during the days... Why did she go away?