Chapter 1: The boy who never smiles
Long ago, in a far away dimension, there were the Main Creators, who divided powers of 100 into little spirit like fairies, who hid away from the outside world…
Rosey
Sky
Windy
Sharpy
Harmony
Water
Willow
Shield
Firey
Earthy
Greeny
Lightning
Lovely
Power
Space
Chaos
Time
Starry
Moon
Dusty
Dragon
Catty
Spirit
Lusty
Sorrow
Anger
Enemy
Ally
Lion
Magic
Fighter
Defender
Speedy
Reviver
Iced
Racea
Mystic
Fahla
Summery
Springy
Misty
Rainy
Choices
Hope
Calmdra
Combiningful
Leafy
Disguise
Happy
Dopey
Queenly
Judgeman
Kingdra
Fishy
Goldy
Smitey
Jump
Vale
Erase
Memory
Destiny
Hearty
Desire
Reflector
Joker
Magera
Liquid
Tally
God
Phoenix
Balance
Xion
Fira
Yoko
Anima
Bahamut
Seriyu
Suzaku
Frolly
Cleansly
Ancient
Wisher
Siren
Freedom
Bloody
Holly
Snowy
Jasmine
Startika
Hades
Split
Multiply
Yellow
Blues
Red
White
Tame
Flower
Glowy
Fly
With their power sealed away, the Spirits of Yume needed a vessel that would later on in their lifetime find the Spirits and master their powers. This process took a long time since no one ever truly mastered the Spirits fully. The Main Creators saw this flaw and decided on creating a second hand for the Vessel…
Each creator decided on creating their own warriors with their own unique powers and personalities. When they finally found their perfect Vessel, they decided on sending their swiftest warrior to fetch the Vessel and bring her back to the world the Spirits dwelled, The Realm of Anima.
It was only a matter of time now…
? POV:
Another dull and rainy April. Same old thing every year since I was six years old and first moved to Tokyo from my American born household in Hong Kong, China. My father was an American College student getting his degree in Chinese and Japanese History, while my mother was Japanese and trying to make her living in the big city. They clicked almost instantly.
A few months after they met, he proposed, and nine months later…my brother popped out followed by me, Kanglin, Chizu, and Jin.
Things got pretty crowded from then on. It didn't take long for my parents to agree that city wasn't a living for a family of over five members. We moved to Tokyo and that's been my home since. Pretty cozy except we live in the poor district with drugs and violence. We cope somehow.
By the way, I'm Periru Yuske Yume. I'm nineteen now, a puny 5'1 with lavender hair and eyes of only 3 hues darker. Kind of creepy when you think about it, I mean, how many girls have natural purple hair? Anyways, I'm kind of curvy with glasses and usually wearing a white blouse and jeans. Or during school, my uniform. But my trademark and prized family possession…
My great grandma's white ribbon, which always keeps my hair up.
Yep, that's basically all about me as far as looks. My life went by normally for most of my existence. Until I met one boy when I was fourteen, who both ruined and shaped my life to make me who I am today. He was about my height and always wore black with this white scarf. His hair was all spiked up with a white starburst in the middle and a white bandana around his forehead. I know him by one particular name…
The boy who never smiled.
Tokyo, Japan. Year: 4/2/2000
Regular POV:
It was a cold April afternoon in Tokyo, Japan. Most people took shelters of local buildings, hang-out spots, and cars. Only few were wandering in the chilly daylight air, mainly those who had no ride or those who enjoyed the chilly air. Though we at this moment are looking for the heroine of this story and her name…
Is Periru Yuske Yume.
Periru walked down the main street, heading to take the shortcut threw the park. She wore a light white cotton sweater and a white silk blouse, the material gently billowing against the gentle breeze. Her jeans were a perfect fit and helped her fight the cold that threatened to make her sick.
She had her hair in her usually bouncy ponytail, held by a white silk ribbon, flying against the wind. She had on simple glasses that gave her both a cute and smart look. Looking around the area, she sighed as she watched her breath coming out in puffs against the chill. "I'll never make it home in time…oh well."
Taking a turn, she walked threw the iron gates and into the park, filled with all kinds of trees. Mainly Sakura trees, hence the name Sakura Park. She let out a soft gasp and hugged herself tighter as the wind picked up speed and whirled blossoms around her in a gentle whirl. Shivering, she blinked and felt her long hair come out of its ponytail and fall all the way to her waist.
Her ribbon came undone and flew away with the breeze.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Periru ran to catch up with her family possession. As she ran, she didn't notice the area she was in, and scurried to climb up a hill. She reached out her hand, getting closer and closer to the ribbon, feeling a small touch against its silky texture…
Then tripped over a root and fell on her face.
She stayed like that for a moment, groaning in pain and agitation; she sat on her knees and rubbed her face, feeling the cold clip unmercifully at her sensitive skin. She looked around the ground for the ribbon and blinked, seeing she was in front of the 200 year old Sakura tree, Yuka. Plus, she saw black feet and looked up.
Lavender hues clash a gaze into garnet rubies.
Blinking a few moments, Periru looked down blushing. When she looked up, she studied the boy closer, who had her ribbon between two fingers. He was probally her height, maybe a inch or so taller. He had black hair, which was spiky and had a white starburst in the center. He wore a black robe thingy with a white scarf around his neck. Also with pale skin, what captivated her the most…
Was his ruby colored eyes.
Regaining her balance, she stood up and brushed off the dirt and adjusting her glasses. Looking at him from the two yards that separated them, she held out her hand. "Um…t-thank you for my ribbon. It's very important to me." He looked at her for a moment, and then dropped the ribbon in her awaiting hand.
"It looks like you'll need it to keep from embarrassing yourself and being a klutz."
Periru twitched and stared at him. So much for being Prince Charming and rescuing her ribbon…She got set off at that comment and said hotly, tying up her hair again with the ribbon, "At least my hair doesn't look like someone drove a vacuum over my head!" His eye twitched, but he still kept his hands in his pockets.
Studying him for a moment, she sighed and walked away. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at him and her face softened. "Thank you for getting my ribbon back." Before he could respond or make a rude comment, she jogged down the trail, heading towards her home in the down town district.
He watched her, with a bored and soft expression, and then looked at his hand. There was a locket of lavender hair that he had to extract when Periru tripped. Biting his lip, he watched as a glimpse of her lavender hair disappeared behind a tree. Shaking his head furiously, he bolted off like a black shadow against the warm sunlight.
That night, in Periru's "shabby shed":
It was three hours since Periru had almost lost her ribbon and had the encounter with the red eyed boy with the seriously bad hair day. That way of describing him made her giggle as she sat in the shed in their backyard, which she used as a mini studio where she sought refuge to think and sing.
Girly stuff.
Sighing, she put down her notebook she had been writing in to turn on the radio. A female pop artist came on with a slow couple song that made Periru feel a bit sleepy. It was warmer now, so she felt more comfortable wearing her blouse and jeans, her ribbon tied around her wrist.
She closed her lavender eyes and took a deep breath as she thought about a dream she had had the previous night. She didn't remember much, but a feeling like for once in her life…she was with people who didn't judge her on looks or mental status. Someone who let her have her space when need…
She had the feeling like she belonged there.
When Periru opened her eyes, it took a moment to register that someone was in the room. For one thing, the door was open. Sitting up with her back towards the door, she yawned and stretched. "Hirei? That you? Mom, Kanglin, Dad?" Sighing in exasperation, she turned around and jumped.
It was the boy who never smiled.
For a moment, she felt a little scared and then finally found her voice to speak, "What are you doing here?" she finally said when she stood up, watching him cautiously. He still had his hands stuffed in his pockets and looked bored and let his eyes trail up and down her tiny little body.
"You're coming with me, Periru."
She shivered in fear, plus the tone of his voice made her jittery. "Go where?" He studied her for a moment then walked over and drew something from the side of his belt. Periru paled and gulped as he faced her, the blade shining against the setting sun, which confirmed her guess.
It was a sword.
Periru took a step back, "Wait a minute!" He ignored her nervousness and walked over to the side of the shed and slashed his sword in a circle. She watched him, now getting scared that he would either kidnap, kill, or rape her. She hugged herself and squinted her eyes as the hole was at first pitch black, then glowed purple.
He sheathed his sword and looked at her and said coolly, "You once had a dream that you were in a place were you felt you belonged…do you want to experience that again? Or stay here dreaming of another miracle?" Periru watched him and bit her lip, looking at his out stretched hand. She then thought of her family and how much they would miss her and how much she would miss them.
'Sorry Mom…Dad…Hirei, Kanglin…Chizu…but I have to know the truth…!' She walked towards him and felt a twinge of guilt and hesitation, almost strong enough to tear her apart. She fell into his chest, the boy almost falling over and staring down her. She didn't care if he thought she was a geek, she was so scared…
What if I never see my family again?
"…Hn, hold on tight ningen." While he let her hold onto his arm, he walked into the portal and they were enveloped by a purple glow. Periru felt her body feel light and floaty, like she was on a cloud. It also made her feel sleepy, and she asked drowsily, "What's your name?"
"…"
"Hiei…Hiei Jaganashi."
