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1- I want to thanks Spatial-Eyes Photon Fenix, who edited this for me! Thank you so much!
2- Thanks to my dear friend, Ann =]
3- YGO Zexal is not mine!
4- Hope someone like it... Well, enjoy!
A sigh escaped from the lips of a girl. The pink hair bound in a tight ponytail, hid the dirt between the highlights. The clothes, so slaughtered and old, with big holes and stains, gave her a sloppy look. Not that she cared; after all, she had never given much value to her appearance.
Very carefully, the girl rose from the bed where she was sitting, not wanting to wake the little figure that rested there, wrapped in blankets. However, it only took two steps into the old wooden floor to make it creak.
- Akari...
- Y-yuma! You woke up ... - she gave up, seeing that his brother had open his eyes again; It had been hell to convince him to sleep!
The boy of no more than eight years sat up, still sleepy, rubbing the eyes while asking his sister to get closer, who was rolling her eyes, sat on the edge of the mattress.
- Why don't you go to sleep? Tomorrow we need to get up really early... - she said, taking the one candle that lit the room, getting to see the few things that were there.
A closet as old as the house itself, combining, albeit awkwardly, with the sliding door and window, that let explicit the Japanese style was not only in that room, but in the whole structure of that building. A few toys scattered on the floor, partially illuminated by moonlight, and finally, the futon.
- Akari… - muttered the boy with drawling voice - Tell me a story?
- One more? - after facepalming herself and growling, the girl chose to end it, after all, she had more to do besides taking care of her little brother - Ok… Which one?
- I want that about mom and daddy! - Yuma settled on the pillow that was being used for support, apparently already waking up.
- But I already told you that at least twenty times! Choose another! - and at the crying face of his brother and a redundant "no", Akari had to give up - Well... Dad met mum on a trip, and she received as a gift this pendant that you have there...
Yuma held between his fingers what he considered his greatest treasure and the only memory of his parents: a gold artifact, shaped like a key. Something that the boy always carried trapped in a necklace.
By the simple fact of owning it, the little one felt he could fly and do anything, it was as if the pendant was really the key to a new world, one filled with adventure, romance and good stories.
- And that's it, now go to sleep! - the girl took advantage of the distraction of the other to run toward the hallway, taking the candle. When she realized she was alone, Akari leant on the wall, paying attention to the noises coming from the room of her brother. When she was sure that he had gone to bed, she allowed herself to sigh.
She knew very well how much their parent were missed on that house, and despite her grandmother efforts, it was impossible to erase that sad feeling that always were with Yuma.
The boy wished with all of his heart the return of his parents, believing strongly on the story that they told him, that one, that they were traveling around the world and very busy with new discoveries, his parents still could not return to the country of origin, barely getting close of the real situation, which, since he was very young, would never be able to understand.
- Is better this way… - Akari thought before starting to walk, wanting to rest in her own room.
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- Ohayo! Time to get up! - Haru pulled the covers involving her grandson, making him open his eyes slowly and stretch. "Come Yuma, today is a very important day and you need to take a bath, eat and wear the new kimono I bought especially for you!"
- But grandma… What is happening…? - asked Yuma tiredly.
- The new shogun will visit our village! - exclaimed Haru.
- Eh? Shogun? Wow! - in a jump Yuma got up, running towards the toilet accompanied by a smiling Haru, who admired the energy of her grandson.
That was an important occasion, since the new commander of the lands deigned to pass through many villages that dwelt there.
The red-eye, in fact, did not really understand what the position named "Shogun" was, but had idea that he had the express permission of the emperor to rule a part of the country, which made it extremely important and respectable, it wasn't for nothing that the villagers ran around the streets, trying to decorate them as much as possible, awaiting the arrival of the caravan that would bring the new leader.
"I bet it's going to be really cool!" - thought the boy, swallowing the rice balls made by his grandmother.
I really love "old Japan", so, why don't make a fic about it? Anyway, thanks for read...