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"Yuko Takako! Get up lesson's over!" called a girl who then shook me awake. That's going to give me a headache.

"Up! I'm up!" I whined as I managed to open my eyes. It was then that I glared at the one who woke me up. She was a ginger haired girl wearing our school uniform, this consisted of a white shirt that had a brown bow on the front, we had brown skirts and don't ask me what most girls tend to do with theirs I actually prefer trousers, we have to wear long white socks and school black shoes. Her hair was shoulder length and her eyes were blue. Sadly she refuses to follow the rules and wears either bangles or earrings knowing that the teacher would tell her off.

"Nami, what have I told you about that? Once again that's another headache from your constant shoving. Give me a break, I had a rough night last night" I muttered as I placed my hand under my chin, my elbow was on the table so I could lean without injuring myself. Nami paused and looked at me with guilty eyes, not falling for it this time Nami. No way.

"Let me guess Nami injured your head again as she woke you up?" asked a teasing girl who approached us. She had long black hair that went up to her back. She wore our uniform but wore boots knowing that she'd get into trouble as well. I remember the first time we met and that was when she was given the reputation of being called "butt booter" let's just say a girl started to get rude to me over a misunderstanding and this girl ended up kicking the rude one's behind, left a mark and almost ended up expelled. Unfortunately for the rude girl the girl who kicked her had an uncle who is one of the directors so expulsion was out of the question.

"Mika get Nami to stop!" I cried as I pressed my hands on my head. Heaven sake! Too much noise!

Maki started chuckling before she had Nami in a headlock.

"Let's not get to hasty since it is break after all" Maki teased. Nami as usual whined from the pain. I heard faint whispering which got me looking at the door, I blinked from seeing a small child. This one's a Zashiki-warashi but why was it not at the old woman's home?

I stood up while ignoring the bickering duo who stopped to see what I was doing.

"Hey isn't that a Zashiki-warashi? Why is it so far from home?" Mika asked as I approached the shy spirit. It moved back in fear until she knelt down.

"It's alright little guy, I'm not going to harm you" I said with a soft smile. To my relief the moment I touched its cheek, the spirit calmed down.

"My owner passed a way so I have no one to take care of me" said the child as I passed him a sweet.

"That's horrible!" Nami cried until Maki and I frowned at her.

"She was old, she couldn't cope by herself" Maki said coldly as she bit into her sushi roll. I never ask what she puts in them since last time a guy chatted her up, she gave him one and he ended up with diarrhea for a whole month.

"Now now you two have some respect for the dead" I warned them with stern eyes. Both shivered but nodded.

"I can see why you want to be a teacher. You're too strict" Nami said with a weak smile while I stared at her blankly. What brought this up?

"What she means is that your too dull and stern. You should try to live a little" Maki said with a teasing smile. I gave her a dark look.

"I prefer to bide by the rules, it's kept me a live so far"

"Harsh" Maki said as she pretended to look offended. We weren't buying it. It was then that the bell started chiming signaling class was about to start in five minutes. It's lucky we're already in class since I refused to leave until we'd finish school.

"I know what don't you stay at Yuko's house?" Mika asked slyly. I however didn't like the idea due to where I live. I am currently living with my mother. She separated from my father due to his reputation as a non-believer of seeing the unknown. Mother gave up her life of being a Miko to be with him only to have him tear her heart to shreds. Sadly it was all grandfather's fault as he drove father away. I knew since I could hear the minds and emotions of others. I think it was grandfather's way of punishing mother for trying to be happy. Father tried to smile for me but in the end he knew I would see through it despite not believing in spirits. It was a start for him but grandfather refused to acknowledge this, he was a bitter twisted man who wanted to control mother by arranging her marriage. Thanks to my father who gave her the freedom to choose what she wanted.

"Sorry Mika but mum doesn't want to see a single spirit or shaman for as long as she lives" I replied softly as I patted the spirit child. The girls whined softly in disappointment.

"Your mum's still bitter about what happened isn't she?" Nami asked meekly now wishing she had the spirit child. I nodded confirming their suspicions.

"That blows, why haven't you told her your grandfather was responsible?" Maki asked as she watched me and the spirit with blank eyes.

"She won't believe me, dad knew once I started getting headaches"

"That caused you to drop out of class right? I remember during Pre School that you had to go to the nurses office repeatedly. They even said there was nothing wrong with you" Nami voice was now low due to the arrival of our classmates.

"Give her time" Maki said now smiling.

"I hope your right, I truly do" I said softly. I felt bad for mother but she must know that her gifts would of passed on to me. It just might be unbearable from having her father treat her like dirt. I wonder if I can still track down my father.

"A thousand no's Yuko, we are not keeping a Zashiki-warashi in this house!" mother scoffed as she went to cook dinner…great. I guess now's the time to come clean with her. Mother had long black hair which was in a high pony tail and brown eyes. She would wear a blue Yukata or a white shirt that was rolled up to prevent it from being stained from the food and blue trousers.

"Father can right? After spending time you, he must be use to seeing them now right?"

I flinched from her slamming the plates. She her arms were tense from just hearing my father's name.

"Never! And I mean never speak about your father again" she snapped coldly. I frowned, how can she not see through grandfather's tricks.

"Mum, father would never leave us! If anything it's grandfather who sent him away. Father loved us to keep at a distance but grandfather keeps trying to pull you back to the shrine"

"That's enough!" she snapped once more. I could hear her sorrow and I could feel her anger creep up. Mother paused before turning to face me. I almost felt the urge to leave when she gave me that look, it's the same look she had when father announced that he was leaving.

I've never seen mother more conflicted than ever. She watched me for a while not knowing that it was getting late.

"You've been chatting to Nami and Maki haven't you? You know I hear them talk about what you tell them. Why are you so insistent on ruining my life Yuko? Haven't I suffered enough?" I frowned.

"Mother if you continue down this path you'll end up swallowed by your own bitterness, didn't a book tell you what happened to people who followed that path?" I asked, my voice did sound like I was whining but I was tired and frustrated. It was a long day and mother always hides instead of trying to confront her problems head on.

Mother gasped before glaring at me.

"Who told you that you can read those books?! I locked them away" she yelled before going closer towards me, I flinched almost anticipating her hand connection with my cheek but she stops. Her hand shakes in shock as she realizes that she almost hit me.

"Father showed them to me when I started to get frequent headaches mother, I'm sure he wasn't trying to be malicious but he was trying to believe in the unknown. His heart felt bad for causing you to choose between family traditions and him. He knows it wasn't fair and it was wrong. So he wanted to make up for it by teaching me the stuff you studied. He even said that everyone's gift is different and unique so when I started studying" I smiled shocking her as I spoke, I felt tears run down my face causing her now to become worried.

"I saw a sick spirit and when I touched it, it was healed" mother froze from the sudden news. This proved father kept things a secret knowing mother was still scared by what happened in the past.

"I even healed the old lady that kept a close eye on the Zashiki-warashi since she treated the child as if he was her own grandson. She passed away not too long ago but he feels sad and lonely. I'm sure Akio wants a new home where he can be happy, don't you think mother?" I asked with warm mature eyes. That's what father would say when I said things that now even girls my age would even think to say.

My smile dropped as I saw mother crying, oh no, did I do something wrong? Instinctively I reached out to her and to my relief she held my tightly as she started to cry. I started smiling as she released all her anger, sorrow and pain. I knew it would take a while but mother is close to being her normal happy self. Maybe she and father can talk once more.

Suddenly I felt something coming towards the door, I'm sure mother felt it from how she stiffened. We watched to see the door rattle and some keys shake from outside.

I felt a grin force its way through my lips. The spirit did find father didn't he?

A pale man with short black hair and brown eyes opened the door. He had a blue blazer, black trousers and black trainers. He watched us with longing and fear, I heard his mind hope that mother was able to see him without any fuss. Beside him was the spirit who nodded at me before looking up.

"I'm home" father said weakly as he saw mother crying. She stopped and stared for a bit since she thinks it might be in her head. However I can feel shock and relief that he was back. Thanks Maki and Nami for helping me, I really do appreciate it. You have no idea how much this means to me.

Mother stood up before going towards him slowly.

"Why that cheeky beggar!" I heard her say and covered my smile from knowing what she wanted to do, oh she's mad but she's happy too.

Father flinched from the loud smack that hit his right cheek. Mother's well known for giving out painful slaps, especially when she uses the left hand. That's going to leave a mark for a while.

"You have the nerve to leave without explaining to me the whole reason as to why you wanted to go?!" she hollered. Father's scared now, I bet he wishes he was hiding under a rock. Too late now.

"I-I-"

"If father was giving you any grief, why didn't you tell me then?" her eyes were hardened from anger, it was okay though since this was mother's way of showing how protective she was towards us. Father's heart was beating out of his chest. He was shocked but relieved that she knew now, thanks to the fact that I dropped grandfather in it.

"But I thought-"

"Never do that again baka!" she snapped before suddenly smiling. "Welcome home moron!" she beamed.

Father choked on a sob, it was then that mother reached out to hug him, he accepted without complaint knowing that he was happy that she took him back.

I smiled now knowing things were back to normal and grandfather was back on mother's list of who she'll disown when the time comes. What's more great is that my parents were still married and now mother knows why dad never signed the divorce papers. He was too much in love with her to even want to leave.

"No you can not go to the Asakura household for a trip!" Mother yelled causing Father to choke on his coffee. He looked at me with alarmed eyes causing me to wonder if I said anything wrong.

"Why mother? They're shamans?" mother shook her head.

"No way! Yuko the man who is the elder of the household is friends with my father and I refuse to even know them. End of story! Never mix with them or you'll end up in trouble or worse dead" Mother said harshly. Father chuckled at my mother's protective attitude.

"Listen to your mother, she knows best" Father said in a calm manner, I smiled as well before nodding.

"Sure mother, I won't" I replied before going to hug them both.

"Now that's settled, darling I know you've just come back into our lives but Yuko needs to do her homework" mother said sharply. I whined causing father to smile.

"Oh mother!" I cried causing them both to laugh. I can tell that despite their age they still act like newly weds and it still makes me smile knowing that I'm apart of this family. Minus the setback of having a bitter grandfather this family is the best.

"Now do as your told! Yuko Tsubasa Takako or I'll send that spirit friend of yours after you" she warned causing me to go pale.

"I've done my homework already! I just want to practice on my harp" I said weakly from hearing my full name. Mother stared at me before nodding.

"Okay but take a shower, I know you did PE" I smiled knowing that her guardian ghost Dadane who was a water sprite told her whenever mother was worried about me. It's no secret I've a lot of problems, especially bomb class. Don't ask why we have bomb class but it is useful when you want to break out of sticky situations, just don't let Nami near the C4 she keeps blowing buildings up instead of doors.

"Mother are you still worried about bomb class?" I asked with a smile. Mother then turned to glare while father turned pale.

"Why your head teacher allows you to know these things I don't know. What if you get killed?" mother cried.

"Mother they make sure the shack is empty and it's only Nami who messes up" I defended. I'm sure she sneezed by now.

"That maybe but Nami's aunt who is the Headmistress of that school is just-"

"She's kind enough to let me in the school. You know that's the only school in our area that has a decent education system" I replied knowing that this won't be the only time I'll have this chat.

"But using guns for target practice and who even allowed you to drive that tractor? What if you crashed?" Mother cried.

"Mother I know when to back away from trouble and as to why I used that tractor, try having sticky goo go on your head and try to remain calm when they laugh" I replied bitterly. Father turned to look at mother, his face said 'well' she pulled a face.

"Fine but don't do that again" famous last words.

"I won't promise anything mother" I said with a smirk as I had my right hand on my hip.

"Yuko" Mother warned knowing that I was becoming like one of the rebellious girls from my school.

"I have to admit though Ellie, St Murgia's school might be a school of anarchy but they do tend to teach the girls about the outside world" Father said showing how much he trusted me. However both mother and I pulled a face.

"I don't think gambling and drinking is part of the system" Mother and I said simultaneously. Father's face turned pale.

"I'm just glad you don't do that, right?" I frowned at his question, father never ask me that again and just be thankful we're not at school.

"Daisuke never ask her that again, she knows better than to waste her time on drinking" my mother said sharply knowing that I would never do that. Drinking for me is so overrated.

"It's late" I said now stifling a yawn. I saw that the time was 9:30 meaning it was late.

"Have good night baby" mother said softly as she hugged me tightly before pecking my forehead.

"Night mommy" I smiled then went to hug my father, he definitely does bear hugs but thankfully they don't hurt much.

"Get some rest Yuko" father said softly.

"You too father" I grinned.

The water felt warm and I could feel it soothing the aches from today's PE lesson. It was nice to try and relax from time to time I to have admit. I looked at the mirror to see my pale skin that I inherited from my father but my black wavy hair was from my mother.

After rinsing the soap out my hair I then went to turn the nozzle in order to shut off the water but stopped. Someone was watching me, I could feel it. Instead I moved out the way slightly just in time to avoid the steaming hot water that created a misty area, my bathroom.

I quickly placed my bathrobe on and moved to the side of my door and waited. After waiting I shot out of my bathroom to see nothing, I frowned from the empty room. That's odd someone was definitely there but who? I wonder.

Maybe it was a spirit that got lost, there's no way the Zashiki-warashi would just enter without knocking. Father made sure of that.

I moved towards the window and opened it. Thankfully my window was actually a door to the balcony so I could look without leaning. My black hair chilled my skin due to the cold wind but I refused to let my guard down as I looked round. The aura of the person left now, I don't like being spied on whoever the pervert was. Why did they suddenly take an interest?

Shaking my head in order to remove these thought I then went back indoors to dry off.

I managed to dry off before putting on a simple plain white nighty. It was bedtime but first I looked to see my golden yellow harp which had two birds facing outwards lying on my school clothes. I smiled as I remembered the old woman gave it to me, she said it might help me in the future. Just hope she's right though, even if it doesn't it still keeps me company whenever I'm sad.

"KAABOOOOM!" came the sound of another shack being reduced to rubble.

"NAAAAMMMIIIIIIIII!" I roared in anger as Nami stared at what was left of the shack, her eyes were so wide that they could pop out at any moment.

"I'm sorry!" Nami cried as she now had twin waterfalls running down her cheeks. Once again she screwed up bomb class leaving us with no more bombs.

"How can we trust you to use C4 if you can't use C2 properly?" Maki asked sternly. Soot was all over us.

"I didn't mean to it just happened" Nami defended.

"You were only suppose to blow the bloody door down! Not the bloody hut!" I ranted before slapping the back of her head.

"OWW!" she cried now cradling the back of her head.

"Serves you right how much of the C2 did you use anyways?" Maki asked coldly.

"Six kg" she said weakly I pulled a furious face at her.

"MORON!" I'm sure pretty much everyone in school heard that while they were fixing the mess that was caused from the shockwaves. At least this time she didn't send the shack up into the sky before it blew up near the roof.

Class ended with Nami getting detention yet again. Leaving Maki and I to wait for Nami to leave class. Mary Murgia our head teacher was not happy as she left the class.

"Girlies don't ever let her near the bombs again" she said crossly before leaving. Her dog Mr. Moodle running behind her. Don't ask me why she gave a shaggy white dog a name like that but it's funny.

Nami came out with a weak smile the moment she saw us.

"Sorry" Nami's voice squeaked signalling Mary had given her an ear bashing.

"Whatever let's go" Maki said, I could sense pure anger however her anger suddenly turned to just feeling irritated. I winked at Nami who took the hint that Maki was just trying to cool of. Despite that Nami grinned as we walked out the school. The journey was long but with us three it was never boring or dull.

"So I told my parents about the trip and they said no. I think there's still bad blood between my family the Miwas and the Asakuras" Maki said as we continued our walk. I'll explain why there's bad blood.

You see a thousand years ago there was an Onmyōji who was accused of several crimes. Some families like the Miwas say he was innocent but their words were ignored. What was even more horrifying was that the Onmyōji had a group who turned their own back on him for greed and power, not just power though but status. It sickened me to the core just hearing such things. However Maki then told me that before that happened the Onmyōji had a wife who died from just stepping in between a bitter man and her husband. Sadly it left him shaken up but still tried to remain kind. After the years past was when things went bad to worse, I wouldn't be the least surprised to think that he went mad after what he went through.

I also heard Nami's family the descendent of a maid that lived in the Asakura house when the Onmyōji was still grieving. She and her cousin tried to help him until she left to care for her children in peace. Nami to this day is proud to of had such a kind woman as her ancestor. Maybe that's why she stinks in bomb class, her talent might just be cleaning up after our mess. I admit I said that and she ended up chasing me with her chair for half an hour, it caused everyone to stop and look at what was going on. Long story short they were not only filming what was going on but they were laughing as well, I should be annoyed however that was fun as well. Even Nami was laughing as well so I guessed that she was just doing it for fun. Later on that day Maki and I learned that her ancestor was called Xui La Komenea who had three children, one she named Haola in honour of the Master of the Asakura household and because he was not only a dear friend to her but a brother to her.

I don't know why my mother disliked the Asakuras but it must be serious. She never believes rumors so she must of met the elder.

"This is my stop take care you two and stay away from knives" Maki gestured to the cut finger that could be seen on Nami's left hand.

"Oh come on! That was only one in economics class and the teacher yelled when I was cutting the lettuce" Nami whined now feeling more bitter about the teacher. Sadly that teacher was out PE teacher who acts like a drill sergeant, in short an accident like that was going to happen without question since our other teacher who takes our class was sick from a hangover.

"Either ways don't go cutting anything" Maki smirked as she missed Nami's bag.

"Sorry didn't see you there" Nami muttered darkly causing us to laugh.

"Either ways I'll see you both on Monday, bye!"

"Get back here!" Nami yelled.

"If you move I'm not waiting for you, I want to go home" I warned with a teasing smile, she grumbled.

"Yeah yeah, let's go" Nami muttered as she adjusted her school bag. We carried on walking until we saw a town up ahead.

"See you" Nami grinned before running off. I raise a brow while smiling. That's Nami all right. She always runs when she sees her home. Did I mention her grandmother owns an orsen that is not only for humans but for spirits too? They say a woman named Miyu founded the shrine that housed part of the orsen. Ever since they children of Xui La stayed to watch over it in honour of Miyu.

I continued my path that ventured into a forest. My mother and father had the house made in the heart of the forest in order to keep outsiders away, it's nice since the people who built the house didn't disrupt the forest so no spirits were injured or angry. If they were mother would try to fix the problem by replanting more trees and flowers. She even built shrines in order to please the spirits and thank for them for their constant protection. It could explain why demons refused to enter near our home, because of a barrier.

Mother always disliked the fact that I had to leave the house so she only made me go to school and that's it. It's boring and annoying to have little to no social life but mother knows what she's doing. Father told me grandfather wanted to marry me off to the Asakuras to keep their lines strong. I hated him ever since, selling me off to a powerful family to enforce bonds but luckily I heard from Maki that the grandson is engaged to a spirit medium. However this won't stop grandfather who I call 'Satan' (no offence to the real one!) it won't stop him from forcing me to be married into the family. Like my mother, if I wanted to marry it'll be for love not forced. It'll lead to more problems and I refuse to be a tool only to be thrown away once my purpose has been fulfilled.

I spit on my grandfather's name and his very existence for trying to tear my family apart.

I've bigger problems to deal with and that is- my nightmares. I don't have time to deal with a ruthless jerk like him.

"Help me!" I heard a someone cry, it was coming from my right. I looked to see a secluded part of the forest and by instinct I ran towards the source of the cry.

My eyes narrowed at person with long blue hair wearing a shiny blue dress laying on the floor, she was in pain from the cuts and burns that were on her body. Near her was a teenage boy with long brown hair, his eyes were brown and he wore a poncho. I saw red, that's it.

"Oi jerk face!" I yelled to the point that it could be heard near my house. Uh-oh mother's not going to like that tone when she sees me. The boy looked at me with alarm.

"Why are you harming a water sprite you dumb dirty bastard?!" I couldn't stop my anger it was as if I wasn't in control of my temper. For a split second I almost became a different person which almost scared me from the fact that I was this angry.

The sprite who I realized was my mother's guardian ghost Dadane, she looked at me in shock. Oh hell no! There's no way in hell that I'm letting this go.

The boy looked at me with surprised eyes. I can tell he's a spoilt idiot who always gets his own way. Sorry bucko but I'm not going to be one of these people who sits back and allows you to get what you want.

"Oi moron I'm talking to you? Why are you bulling her? What's she done to you to have you beat her up?" I shrieked as I marched towards him.

Wham!

Dadane gasped in shock as she covered her mouth from seeing the boy's right cheek. It was now swollen as he landed on the floor. I could see he had baggy red trousers which contained red stripes that were attached the sides of the trousers, red gloves that had the star sign on the back of his hands, he wore a belt that contained a weird insignia and red lego shoes. What a weirdo!

The boy gasped as his eyes shot open. He instinctively sat up and held his now injured cheek. He glared at him sharply until he saw me glaring at him with pure anger. Not hatred just pure anger.

"DON'T you EVER pick on sprites or anyone else in my presence again! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" I screamed at the now stunned boy. For that moment I felt his amusement of the situation leave his body as if frozen water hit his body. He was angry and humiliated from being hit by a girl, not just any girl according to him but a human. Oh he's dead.

"This is my turf girly boy so get lost and find your own turf to defile you idiot, come on Dadane!" I said sharply as I helped the shaken water sprite up. She looked at me while wondering if I was even normal. She hid her smile as I helped her out of the secluded area and back to where I live. Ugh he's so rude! Who does he think he is?

I really hope I never see that smug bastard ever again.

O.o one angry girl there! the boy had better watch his back!