Chapter I

Revive

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Notes: *I'm mainly interested in character development. And yeah, Hao and my OC are kind of going to be the main characters.

But I will aso write from other character's perspective. I'm mainly interested in Yoh, Anna, another OC, Tao Ren, Lyserg, Manta, maybe Chocolove and Faust. The list depends on whatever travels my mind.

*Please write reviews because I'd really like to hear your opinion!

*For some chapters I would eventually mention a song that really matches the atmosphere..:)

Enjoy!

The Desert. A powerful sandstorm was taking place. The wind was blowing so fast that the sand could burry a camel in a few seconds. It seemed like the entire place wanted to get rid of something cursed for another 500 years…

A desert cloak fluttering. A human figure wandering in this hell of nature. Its head was covered up and nobody could tell what the heck it was looking for in this nightmare. The strange thing is that it was walking with small steps deeper in the storm, heading for the center.

A corpse. The walking traveler suddenly stopped and it let out a surprised scream of a girl. There was a back of a human body lying right in front of her. It was half buried in sand and blood and the other half was hidden by its long brown hair. The wind was stronger here. Luckily, she was managing to stand on her feet thanks to the electric shield she created.

The only surprising thing about the body is that after all this time, where there was no other living thing in sight, it was still emanating life. And the furyoku it preserved kept away the demonic spirits wandering around waiting to take the soul. She knew that this unconscious struggling for survival wouldn't last for much longer in those conditions. If she wanted to do something, she had to do it quick.

The last thing which appeared in the furious unleashed storm was the strong light of a portal. After that, everything suddenly calmed and the image of a desolated hot desert started to define itself again.

In a semi-dark room lighten by candles, a half covered body was lying on its back on a transmutation circle. It figured out to be the corpse of a teenage boy with long hair, having a deep cut on his chest. With her both hands on the cut, the girl was desperately trying to resurrect him. She had done this with animals before, but this time the results won't be so accurate. Although the body managed to maintain a big part of its pulse, the wound was quite serious and it was clearly not made by a usual weapon. The process of opening the portal took a part from her furyoku, and she didn't know if she had enough left for the healing. She also knew that she wasn't a master healer like her mother, but she wanted to give her best, to give her sweat and blood…literarlly. For the process she had to donate blood because the victim already lost a big part of it. Blood type converting was already something she could do with a little amount of energy.

That was it. After a whole night, the yellow light emanated from her hands was starting to fade. The healing process was unfinished and there was nothing she could do.

Her arms were also tired and for a second the hands touched the damaged skin.

Then it hit her. The energy she had left was enough for redirecting his furyoku to heal himself, by controlling the chi flow in his body. It worked perfectly. It was amazing how much this half dead boy could have left. He clearly was a powerful shaman, perhaps even stronger than her mother.

It wasn't until noon she went to bed exhausted. She even wondered how it was possible to walk to her room. Luckily it was also upstairs.

The birds singing woke her up. She was still tired and wanted to sleep for at least another year. She angrily shut the window.

She couldn't even lie down in bed properly before the door opened. Right there, instead of her mother shouting at her like in the old days, it was THAT boy. She saw him with his dark brown eyes opened for the first time. Alive. On his chest was still a slight mark. It was only noticeable because he was half naked.

Too bad she closed the window too quickly. So the second thing she could do was to throw a pillow and embarrassingly shout:

"Put some clothes on!"

The boy easily dodged with a bit confused but unsurprised expression.

"I came to ask about the same thing. I've searched everywhere but I couldn't find them. I didn't want to bother your sleep so I only came in after I heard the window shutting."

"Oh…um, thank you…"

"Do you know where my clothes are, -?"

"Um, Rilury. I'm Rilury Takahashi."

"That's quite a strange name."

"I know, my father gave it to me. He wanted it to be sort of…unique…"

"Huh, I like it actually. I usually forget common names."

"What is yours? Oh wait, first let me get your clothes. They were in my drawer after I've washed them, but I was so tired that I forgot to leave them next to you."

"Hm... Maybe after this you could also explain me how I got here. See you later!" he cordially smiled.

"Bye...", she mumbled with her hand half raised to wave.

Rilury stared confused at the door for another 5 seconds. Then she covered herself in the bed sheets, hit by the sudden realization of the awkwardness she created.

"My name is Asakura Hao."

After a long awkward silence, he answered the question she put a few hours ago.

They were both standing on the balcony in the breezing summer night. She felt at first a bit uncomfortable near him. After all, she hadn't had such a close contact with another human being in a long time excepting her family. Her mother was supposed to be the only one she could have short talks from time to time. But she was too busy with all sorts of different shaman stuff lately, especially after she recently joined the Council. And she had a high position as well, being a master of exorcising and a great portal opener. It was running in her blood as well. The Takahashi family, recognized for those spiritual abilities and best known for their vices. They always had a nonconformist way of living, perhaps this is why they didn't had to do much with the Patch Tribe. Until now. Akira Takahashi was claimed for a special task of a great importance.

He was gazing at the sky the whole time she explained him everything. Of course this discussion took a while after it started. She first was hesitating after she saw him standing on the balcony. So she tried to move quietly around the house and do her chores, being relieved that he didn't seem to notice her. After she finished she quietly opened a book to read, because she still didn't have the guts. The she heard a voice:

"Hey Rilury, now that you are finished, could you come over?"

She didn't have any chance avoiding this discussion from the beginning.

After she stopped telling her story there was another awkward silence that day in the house, shortly broken by his voice. His eyes were now looking in the deep.

"Although I do remember my name and the fact that I am a shaman, I can't remember why I was at the Shaman Tournament. Most of the things are blurred in my head and I can't make connections between some fading moments…"

"Well, you kind of were in a coma. It is normal for the brain to have a few memory gaps, but it will recover step by step. I don't know how longer it will take, though."

"Hm…this is after all quite unimportant considering that I am alive. I really owe you, thanks a lot! said Hao with an even bigger smile on his face, and this thing made Rilury feel relieved."

They both smiled and the silence that came after wasn't so weird anymore.

"Do you smoke often?" Hao asked, looking at the ashtray on the railing.

Rilury felt a bit ashamed of herself. The ashtray was there for her mother, who would often smoke half a package deeply thinking about her problems. She hadn't taken up smoking, but from time to time, a cigarette would make her feel better after a long period she hadn't been seeing anybody or just thinking about stuff that could happen in the future to get her out of depression. Of course, Hao was the only one suspecting her.

"My mother usually does that" she said, hiding her glance.

"I wasn't asking about her", he said chuckling. "But I don't have a problem if you do that once in a while."

"How did he know?" she asked herself.

"Oh, I can read minds. I should have probably told you that when you were hiding in the house."

She covered her face in her arms. Could a lightning struck her and end it all? That would be nice. But of course it won't do that. It usually tickles.

"By the way, I'm really interested to see your electricity powers. It's impressive that you do that without a visible spirit. Maybe you could show me a demonstration tomorrow? I'd also be glad to show you mines if you'd like."

She smiled and nodded. Then, even if Hao already knew, he still asked where he could sleep tonight. The guest room always comes in handy, even if for most of the time it's just another extra room to clean up.

On second thoughts, she shouldn't have worried herself too much about the talking. Actually, she could not talk at all. But it's actually nice having somebody to talk to after a while. If it weren't for him, she would have created again those lightning fake mini-spirits. It's like having some imaginary material friends. She may be in fact talking to herself, but at least they are helping out with her chores.

As she was trying to put herself to sleep, she couldn't stop thinking about what happened in those few days. Or maybe in this week (she slept more than she thought).

All that was the portal device her mother built to get faster to the Shaman Council. Some painful days to decide whether or not she should go to the place of the Tournament she always dreamed to participate in, some destination retouching not to be discovered and…voila! Life changed! It hadn't went as planned, but a boy she knows nothing about and some thrilling experiences were better than all those days spent alone in the house and boring herself to death.

But, from the moment she had taken the leap of fate, she still hadn't figured out if she had made the right choice...