A/N:: Surprised to see a rewrite? Well, it's about time it was revised. Anyhow, anyone who wants the original version can e-mail me for it. All credits as usual go to Hiroyuki Takei, sueing would be pointless. Setting takes place in Volume 12, now commence your reading and reviewing. Sweet :)!
Little Futura
It would have been far too easy if I had taken them at that moment. Perhaps I might be going soft now. Not good for such a tense enviornment where there are those zealous enough to eradicate my existence. The itako's spirit might be nice.
I throw my head back and laugh.
Hurt Yoh a little more by taking away his small friend.
And then that girl. An ability that bears the most value of the three. A kind of talent that must sound so common. Legends, folktales, stories, epics, and adventures list them over and over. A typical cliché they might dismiss it as. Its real purpose in life has become underminded.
Wish I could predict the future.
Oh, it would have been far too easy to take her away from them. None would have stand a chance. A collection of fit Shamans complete or the last piece to a jigsaw puzzle. Those countless tales had done its work upon the commoners. Not even Yoh or Anna value the true essence of the fortune teller. A real fortune teller, of course. Not those ludicrous psychics who only carry some spirit of good luck to make those perfect guesses.
Having her on my side would benefit us. Her furyoku would increase and that damn, evasive Great Spirit will be mine at last.
Have I tried before? Of course. Those confusing symbols and so many of them, arrows pointing in so many different directions, I can hardly know where to start. What was that girl's name again?
Tamao Tamamura.
My touch can shatter her like it has for so many. It draws them closer or it casts them away into the wretched bottom of hell. Such a weak, little girl with a talent that stands out so boldly. What a pity. At least she bears loyalty. A coward would run but she did not. Amazing.
She stands there lost in a transition of time.
How the cocky itako stands there as if nothing is to harm her. My Spirit engulfed them. They only believed it was air. Any given moment, I would have burned them to ash. As she speaks, their existences are now known to me. Her ouija board.
And how sad the Asakuras undermine such valuable talent. For seven years, this girl has given her delicate soul to the signs of the ouija board. Should she be considered an apprentice now? With every prediction falling unto truth, what is this dismissal of luck?
Silly Shamans. I want to laugh again. Instead I smile. A giant hole falls within their alliance. Such a devious plan, I wonder how I even come up with such things.
I will take her away when I want to.
After all, mother always had spoiled me.