This is my first short-story I have attempted to write so bear with me here.
And by the way… I DON'T OWN SHAMAM KING!... SO YEA!
Lol anyway… VictoriaFaust is my pal, from school she is great
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Yoshimi: -Hitori- (alone)
Yoshimi sat in the back of the coupé, staring out the window, and trying to be as silent at possible, momma's sleeping. She thought, wouldn't want the timeout chair on the first day.
"We're almost there Yoshimi," her dad whispered excitedly,
"You're going to like it here, I promise!" Yoshimi's dad smiled, turned back towards the road and switched into the left lane.
Daddy always keeps his promises. She turned back toward the window to count the lines on the road. Yoshimi placed her hands under her chin and rested on the side of the car door and closed her eyes, OHHHHH! I'm going to hate this, I have no friends here! And, I've never even been here before!
Yoshimi's dad pulled off of the highway to the left onto a small dirt side road heading towards the mountains.
As she watched the grassy plains and flowers pass by, Yoshimi grinned as she pulled out a small tattered notebook and a pencil. She flipped past sketches of horses and characters until she got to a blank page.
"Daddy?" Yoshimi asked looking up form her notebook.
"Yes dear?" he asked as he looked at her through the rear view mirror.
"Uh, never mind" she said going back to her notepad.
"Ok Yoshimi." He said looking back towards the road.
Yoshimi started to draw a person, with a white doctor's coat on and somewhat long blonde hair, he looked sad, and had his hands in his pockets. I wonder if my parents found a school for me to go to yet. She thought turning the page of the notebook.
Yoshimi started staring out the window again. As she looked out the window, she noticed that just up the road was a cemetery. As they got closer, a figure of a man appeared sitting on a pillar in the graveyard. He had his hands on his forehead and was holding a rose; she looked down at her drawing and noticed an immediate similarity between the man and her drawing. All she could do was stare at him until he faded out of view.
"Look Yoshimi! Our house!" Yoshimi's dad drove up and around the mountain and parked in front of a large intricate mansion.
Yoshimi's jaw dropped, there was a garden to the left across the gravel driveway, and directly ahead was the most beautiful view of the mountains, and lush plains of grass and flowers. The house was four stories high, and seemed of a gothic architectural design, with many translucent circular windows and was built mostly out of stone.
"Wha….What?" Yoshimi's mom woke up. "Oh the house, we're here. Everybody out of the car!" she screamed, "Yoshimi! Grab your luggage and head inside."
Yoshimi nodded and grabbed her backpack; she walked slowly towards the big house and unhurriedly stepped up the front steps leading to the big wooden gothic door. There was a sad and mysterious air enshrouding the mansion, as if something tragic had happened there. This place looks…haunted! She thought to herself with a shudder as she twisted the doorknob open. As she opened the door an eerie wind blew gently at her face.
Coming from far within the ghostly mansion, was a whistle of wind flowing through the tattered windows. Yoshimi, once feeling the spine-tingling, mysterious force intertwined within the very walls of the mansion, took a deep guzzle of courage and slowly inched her way through the front door with her heavy backpack, looking back at her parents, who where gathering luggage out of the car.
"Everything is so dusty." She said aloud. She took a step forward, straight into a spider
web. She coughed and sputtered, waving her arms. I wonder why dad picked THIS place.
"I know, there isn't anyone to take care of the inside," Said a tall African American man getting a glass of water in the kitchen,
"It's actually very sad...such a beautiful piece of history left to turn to dust..."
"Oh?" Yoshimi shrieked, "who… who are you?" she asked shaking.
"Why, I'm the gardener! Care for a glass of water?" he asked kneeling down next to Yoshimi."
"No thank you mister gardener, sir." She said looking down.
The gardener laughed and stood up, "Ok, that's fine." he replied, and went out the front door towards the garden.
"I didn't know we had our own gardener!" she shouted in disbelief.
Yoshimi threw her hands over her mouth astonished at what she just said, she peered outside just in time to see the gardener look back at her and laugh.
This place is huge! She thought to herself looking around the kitchen. She entered the main room of the house under the giant chandelier which wasn't producing any light. Yoshimi thought the main hall was a bit bland and wanted to check out the upstairs.
She placed her hand on the railing and started to walk up, skipping every other step. As she was walking up the stairs, in awe at the vastness of the house, she stumbled over something. She fell upon a ragged little black book entitled "Gardening", written in worn, and elegant text across the front, it looked quite old to be a gardening book
That's weird, I better go give this to the gardener; she thought, ummm, maybe later. She thought picking up the old book and tossing it in her already heavy backpack and continuing up the stairs.
After what seemed like minutes of running up the stairs she stopped and looked down the side rail of the flight of stairs, "wow!" she shrieked peering down at the bottom. I'm so high up!
She sat down and pulled out her notebook and flipped it to the page of the mysterious man she saw in the cemetery, I can't believe the resemblance! She looked closely at the drawing; it looks exactly like he did! After spending a while pondering this enquiry question of who this mystery man really is, she got back up and started heading towards the top of the stairs.
At the top of the stairs was a long corridor with doors on either side going all the way to the end. Yoshimi opened the first one she saw. Inside, there was a small bed, a dresser, a closet, and a lamp. She flipped on the lamp and set her backpack on the bed and opened it. She walked over to the dresser and started putting her clothes in it.
"What's this?" she said to herself, picking up what seemed to be an old diary. I can't read it, it's written in cursive. She thought to herself.
She set the diary down gently on the bed and walked toward the window beside her bed. My goodness! She thought putting her hands on her waist. There is no point in having a window if you can't see out of it! She pulled her sleeve down to cover her hand and she swiped at the window, rubbing the dirt and dust off. She hit her sleeve against her jeans in a cloud of dust.
Pushing the air borne dust away from her with her hand, she looked out the window, to admire the pure, grassy plains swiping across the vast landscape, inhabited by small knolls in the distance. She looked down to see that same mysterious man sitting on a fence leaning off a ledge in the driveway under an oak tree.
What is HE doing here? She asked herself walking out of her room towards the stairs. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs her father stopped her and asked if she had brought in all of her luggage.
"Yes dad, it's in my room upstairs" she said running out the door.
"Ok thank you sweetie!" he yelled watching her bolt out the opening and leaping down the stairs.
She slowed down, once reaching close to her destination point, and peered around the corner. I wonder what he is doing. She thought to herself turning her head to the side. She gathered enough courage to walk over to the fence under the tree he was sitting by. He turned back and looked at Yoshimi straight in the eyes and held his hand in front of his face. Yoshimi took a step back, and leaned forward to see this baffling man better.
"H-hi m-my name is Yo-Yoshimi" she managed to say aloud.
The man put his hand down slowly and said, "H-hi my name is Johann Faust the Eighth" he said as quickly as possible,
"But you can call me Faust." He whispered with a smile.
"I'm only nine years old, how old are you Faust? And why are you here?" she asked walking towards the fence.
"Well, I used to live here long ago." He replied scooting down the fence away from her.
"Really?" she asked cocking her head
"Really really!" he responded with a smile.
"How long ago was that?" she asked curiously, climbing onto the fence.
"A long time ago," He said looking down, and seeming to grieve even more.
"Oh, don't be sad Faust." She slowly reached her arm towards his shoulder.
"It's all her fault!" Faust yelled pulling away from Yoshimi's hand.
Huh? She thought, who is 'she'?
"Why did she have to die on me? Why?" Faust yelled jumping off the ledge and running down the hill.
What a strange man. Yoshimi ran after Johann Faust the Eighth who was now lying in the middle of a field at the bottom of the field.
"Faust?" she asked lying down next to him.
"Who was "she"? Please tell me" she scooted closer to him.
Faust placed his hands under his head and looked up at the clouds.
"She was my wife," He said with a straight face.
"She was so… so beautiful, I loved her so much." Faust put his and on his face, and tried to hold back his tears.
"What was her name?" Yoshimi asked, once again scooting closer to him.
"...Eliza…" he whispered after a long pause of silence.