Hello readers! :) For you have read this before, welcome back! And for you who are new to the stories, I hope you will think it's good! Well.. I hope those who already have read it will like it too but.. you know what I mean. I have to re-re upload some chapter now too because my computer or something thinks it's cool be mean to me -.-

Anyway, as I write in all of my fanfics, I'm Swedish so will probably get some words wrong now and then. Hopefully it won't be too big ones though.

And if someone doesn't know what I meant by those who have already read the story, read chapter 14 ^^

The only thing I own in this story is my oc:s.

I don't remember much about my childhood.

I lost my memories at the age of 7 when I got hit by a car.

Both my mom and dad told me that it was a miracle that I survived.

I haven't told anyone except my two best friends, but I can see ghosts, and they are the only other persons I know that are also able to do it.

Since my parents haven't mentioned it I guess that it might have happened after the accident.

I am pretty sure that I would have mentioned it to them when I was a kid.

Both of them keep telling me, everytime I ask them, that I had a great childhood with many friends.

Why I can't believe them I don't know…

I want to regain them…

My lost memories.

"Tomorrow is the day! Tsuki! Akira! The Shaman Fight!"

"We know that already… you haven't talked about anything else for a week." Answered a boy with spiky brown hair and yellow eyes. He wore black pants, a red shirt, a black jacket and a black tie.

"Shut it, Akira! How could I not be this excited! I mean, we were able to win the fights here in Tokyo, and now we're going to FLY over to a different place!" yelled the girl with red hair that went to her shoulders and yellow eyes, she wore a black skirt, red shirt and a black tie, " Aren't you excited, Tsuki?" she smiled.

A girl with long black hair that went to a little under her shoulders and green eyes who wore the same outfit as the redheaded girl, but with a black jacket, she just smiled and said, " Yeah, your right, Azami."

My name is Matsumoto Tsukiko.

I'm 14 years old and live in Tokyo together with my parents, Ayano and Masahiro.

My two best friends are Yamamoto Azami and Sasaki Akira, also 14 years old.

When I was a kid, I was given the ability to see and talk to ghosts.

When I told Azami and Akira, they told me that they both came from shaman families.

First I was a little surprised that they never told me, but I soon let it go.

I understand them, I wouldn't tell myself either. Besides, I didn't really tell them on purpose either.

Well anyway, about a week ago or something, like that, there was a shaman fight starting here in Tokyo. All three of us joined.

Me and Akira won two of three and Azami won all three.

The three of us men when we were 8 years old, a year after my accident, we never talk about it.

Tomorrow, we will finally leave boring old Tokyo, but I'm kind of scared about it actually.

Tsukikos POV:

We said goodbye for the day and went home. I still had to either find a way to tell my parents what was about to happen, or think of a lie. I don't really like to lie to them but I don't know what will happen if I tell them… Azami and Akiras parents already found out when their children were born, so they had nothing to worry about. Stupid shaman families… I wish I was from one.

I'm actually really proud that I made it this far, since I was able to see ghosts, Azami told her parents and they let me train with them and Azami. So I have gotten strong, but I never realized that I was strong enough to beat someone who I am sure having been trained since birth.

I felt how my white star necklace started to move a little, then before my eyes stood Sakuya, my dear ghost friend, sounds crazy I know. Her long black hair brushed against the red ribbon around her waist of her white kimono that made it really hard to see her feet. Her plain white skin stood out more than it would on a normal person because of the black bond she kept over her eyes. Around her neck, she has the same type of necklace as me. She always carries her white katana with a red handle around her waist.

"What are you planning on telling them?"

"I don't know."

I met her when I was eight years old, it was at a graveyard she approached me, telling me I looked really sad for someone who was not visiting a gravestone.

We were both really surprised when I realized that no one could see her but she realized that I could.

After that meeting I begun to visit her lot more often by her old grave that hadn't been visited in over 500 years, she always sat there by herself.

But it only happened during the night since when I came at daytime once, people began to think I was crazy for talking and laughing with a grave.

One year later I let it slip to Akira about my gift. I got scared of him thinking I had gone mad but he just patted me on the shoulder while saying "So you too then!"

He told me about him, Azami and their families, they were all shamans. At first I thought he made fun of me but as the time passed by it all made more and more sense.

I had heard many strange voices in their houses that appeared to be their parent's ghost friends. I even got to meet Azami's deceased grandfather! Not the friendliest type but still…

They had both trained with their parents since the age of 5 and once Azami's parents found out about me being able to see ghosts they invited me to train with them and told me that they did it to get her ready for the Shaman Fight.

I asked Sakuya to become my guardian ghost which she agreed to right away, then it all began.

"You will have to think quickly, because here we are." I stopped walking and looked at the big red house in front of me. I gave a loud sigh, and then walked in where my parents were waiting in the kitchen.

"How was your day, honey?" my mom asked while doing the dishes by the sink, I smiled and answered that it was good.

"Um, I have a question…"

"Yes, Tsukiko?" dad asked,

"Uh, have you heard of those people who can see and talk to spirits? You know like on tv and stuff like that…"

"Yeah, a crazy bunch if you ask me. Either they lie about seeing ghosts to get money, or they're just crazy enough to actually believe in it." Okay… I'm pretty sure that I look terrified.

"It is really sad, isn't it?" mom said with a sad voice.

I don't want them to think that I'm crazy! I'm panicking… no don't panic…

"So was is something else?" my mom asked, "Uhh… yes.. I just…"

*Be honest, Tsukiko! I know you can do it! Of course they won't think I'm a psyco because of this… TELL THEM NOW! Remember that you aren't a liar.* I can do this.

"IS IT OKAY IF I TRAVEL WITH AKIRA AND AZAMI TO USA AS A VACATION?"

…. Smoooooooth Tsukiko, smooth.

*You said you could do this! You liar!*

Oh shush.

I spotted Sakuya from the corner of my eye who nodded in disapproval but still gave me the thumbs up… now what the hell is that supposed to mean?

"USA? Tsukiko, you're 14! So are Azami and Akira!"

"Well.. if we put our ages together we're 32 actually…" both mom and dad gave me mean glares and I continued fast, "Besides, Akiras parents are coming with us! You really think their parents would let them go alone?"

*And the lies continue…*

The strange thing with me is that I really hate both lying and liars, but I lie a lot. I'm actually getting quite good at it and have no idea if it could be seen as a good or bad thing.

"Well.. then it should be okay… I will call them and ask for the details."

"You don't trust me?" mom looked at me and I just gave her the puppy eyes, and I know she can't stand it. Neither can dad. Especially not dad since I'm his little baby girl.

"Of course we trust you honey… erm.. When will you be leaving?" sweet!

I know that it might seem weird that my parents trust me so easily, I think it is because of the accident, they seem to be both more trusting, and yet protective. Kind of weird, like being hit by a car would make me less of a normal person.. Says the girl who can talk to ghosts.

"Tomorrow, so I better sleep over at Azami, if it's okay?"

The room got totally quiet; the only thing that made a sound was the big clock on the wall pointing at 20.36.

"I guess that it's fine… but be careful, okay Tsukiko?" mom answered and I nodded happily, hugged them and ran up to my room to pack.

*Hmm… I probably shouldn't pack too much… I will pack clothes but what more...* I started to look around in the room. Before I could think any further, Sakuya appeared in the room.

"You shouldn't think too much about the packing. We are going to the patch village to fight shamans. This isn't really a vacation."

As if I don't know that… I wish it was though.

Don't get me wrong, I am looking quite forward to being a part of the Shaman Fight, but we are going to USA for doing a couple of fight to see who is the strongest.

And I have a really hard time imagining me coming near that 1st place. Sure I've trained hard for about 5 or 6 years but how long haven't everyone else to is in the fight trained?

They probably have known about them being shamans as long as my friends, since birth.

"I guess you're right." I threw some clothes in my backpack, "What about you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't you ghost pack stuff? Well.. Probably not but do you want me to bring you anything special?"

Sakuya put her finger on her chin and began to think, "I don't think so… maybe that music box thing, you know that thing that looks like those celly phones?"

"Cell phones. And you mean the mp3, right?"

"That's it!" she answered happily with a big smile but soon calmed down with a small cough.

I couldn't help but smile, Sakuya always wanted to play the cold type but since she lived more so long ago she is fascinated about cell phones, mp3's and the other things that are very common these days.

You should have seen her reaction when she watched tv for the first time. The word for it is adorable.

"Of course I will bring it!"

"Excellent! Then the trip will be pleasant enough. Now, if you are done, let's be on our way to Azami-san."

"Yeah."

I turned the lights of and took a last glance at my messy bedroom, who knows when I might see it again.

As I took one step on the stairs I suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?"

"Sakuya," I whispered so that my parents couldn't hear, "What the hell am I gonna tell my parents if the ask how long I will be gone?"

Her chin fell, if Sakuya can't come up with something I am screwed.

I have no idea how long this will take! What could I possibly tell them? ' Yeah, I have no idea when I will be back from USA. Bye!' like that will work!

Damn… I guess I will make it up as it comes.

Two more slow steps were made by me but stopped as I heard quiet sobs coming from the room right next to me.

As I had made my way in to the room I saw something I hadn't seen in a long time, not like this.

There in the big room my mom sat in the couch, crying.

"M-mom, what's wrong?" Oh my god, why is she upset? I'm so bad at this kind of stuff!

I think I'm about as good as Akira at comforting others… and he is so bad that he actually comforted a 6 year old boy to even more tears.

"Nothing really, I'm just happy…" she whispered while wiping away the tears.

That makes perfect sense….?

"I am not planning on being gone forever you know.."

Not that I would be allowed too. If I know my parents right, and I think I do, then I will be expected back in less than two weeks.

"I know that, but.. Tsukiko, you always lived such a great life here… with all of your friends, me and your father. It is just hard to see you leaving the house for more than a week!"

So it will be more than a week then…

"I know mom… but I promise I will be back as fast as I can!"

"Two weeks." I quickly turned around to see dad standing by the door, "At most two weeks, then you will be back. Right, Tsukiko?"

I gave a small and nervous laugh, "You realize I'm going to America, right?"

"So?"

"Don't you think it will be hard to be back that soon..?"

"Then how long do you suggest?" dad lifted an eyebrow.

I have a big feeling that I will be in big trouble when I get home… Nah, how long could this fight last?

"4 weeks?"

"That's almost a month!" mom cried.

"I-I know but…"

Damn, what do I say? I need them to say yes…

"There is just a thing I need to help Akira with there. She trusts me!"

Please let them say yes! They love Akira! Please, please, please!

"With what?" they both asked, clearly suspecting that something weird was going on.

"His great grandmother…?" great I made it sound like a question!

They will say no for sure now!

"Very well…" mom sighed, "but please make sure to come home as soon as possible, Tsukiko."

Dad looked like he was going to say something against this but stopped himself as mom gave him a slight nod and smile

"Fine… but make sure to stay with your friends at all times and send a card or letter at least once in a week."

"Mommy, I will have a good time with Akira and Azami, like you will have an awesome time with dad. Then before you know it I will be back and help you do the dishes!" I smiled.

Finally she smiled back and nodded, still crying though.

She stood up and gave me a hug which dad soon joined in on.

"Take care now, we will miss you!"

"And stay clear of trouble!"

"Like always!" I smiled, "Bye, love you!"

We broke up the hug, then I walked out of the door with some regret because of the sad goodbye, but I want my wish granted by the Great Spirit and that will only happen if I win the shaman fight. I need to do my best.

That's it for today! I know that Hao wasn't in this at all, but he will I promise, well, if I continue… I probably will!

And I know that this chapter was short, I will make the next one longer.

But This was the start so, yeah XD

Well, thanks, you who was actually reading this! Feel free to tell me if I sucked or did something wrong, so that I can try to fix it.

Well, byebye! :)

Hello! … this is chapter TWO of the fanfic… what's left to say? XD oh, and I have changed this chapter a little. - to you who already read the story but decided it was best to start over. Enjoy!