Little Futura
The moon shines so brightly. It shines so brightly, looking at it makes my eyes water. I left something a while back. Sometimes I feel my place isn't here. There is no place for me.
There is no home for me. Not even here with Yoh.
I used to believe in his mellow and warm soul as the Iron maiden once called. It had no flaws.
It's the part of him that can change people for the better but I can't help but hurt when thinking of Hao. He is like me in many ways.
But that's unfair. Yoh is everything Hao isn't and Hao is everything Yoh isn't. You don't need to list their qualities nor think about it. You just know. Yet they are alike in so many way. If it is anything, would Hao be the one to understand my pain? I can share something in common. I won't have to be alone anymore.
But Yoh has no pain and I hat the fact that all I can do is sit back and allow him to take it.
Hao does know what he is doing after all. He has found the spot where it will cause Yoh to crumble. If he had taken me, would Yoh have reacted the same way? He's Yoh, of course he would yet that feeling of what I believe is now gone. Why?
The strong itako is now pushed back into the lines. Certainly someone like me does not deserve such treatment.
The rest have fallen asleep and Marion is nowhere to be seen. I am not suspicious of her other than that I know that she is 'free'. She's nowhere near betraying any of us as I am but she definitely has a part of her that wishes she could be with Hao without consequence. I can relate.
Before I can sleep, a window shatters. Someone is here. Trying to remain calm, a slap to Ren's face was enough to wake him instantly as well as Horohoro came so close to yell at me. Chocolove, Jun, and Ryu awaken as well to the sudden panic that had aroused. Marion steps into the entrance room at last wondering what the noise was. It is about time the reclusive girl shows up.
"What-?" Horohoro mouths the silent word. Ren draws up his sword sending glances to the other three members that are about to defend against someone or something. Marion holds Chuck by the few pieces of string of the doll's hair and her other hand resonates in a pink glow of spirit energy. Horohoro reaches for his tablet off the table and forms a blue laser type oversoul of a sword. Chocolove attaches the five claws of his jaguar, Mike, onto his hand as the black marks of the oversoul begin to surface on his skin and face.
Footsteps can be heard from the kitchen. It begins to grow louder with every thump on the wooden floor. At last, a girl with spiky orange hair with a scowl on her face walks through the doorway.
"Hao's group." Ren clenches his fists onto his word.
Footsteps were heard from the kitchen. It grew louder with every thump on the wooden floor. At last, a girl with spiky orange hair with a scowl on her face came through the doorway. Marion raises her oversoul where Chuck raises its hand and its gun pointing straight at Mathilda.
Suddenly, I can sense an attacking aura from behind.
"Behind!" I command. In time, all six of us jump out of harm's way, a giant knife's path that cuts through a wall. Once the blade begins to draw back, the owner of the blade is a chillingly angel form of a machine with black, crusty wings.
"Very good, Anna." A smooth voice runs through the air like a melody. Our attention is diverted to where Mathilda once stood, now Hao. "Well," he smiles blissfully. "we sure have a party started. I'm sure you must all know why I am here...maybe?"
The site of him makes me feel weak. Certainly he must have been here for one of us. Otherwise he would not bother to take his entire group to visit us. It could not have been for Horohoro and Chocolove. He has no interest in either. That narrows it down to Ren, Marion, or me. Surely Hao has no interest in me, does he not?
He and I make eye contact for a moment. And in that moment, I feel a faint nauseating in my head. A month ago, I promised myself I would love Yoh and only Yoh. What happened in this time span?
Tamao?
She's weak. She's a servant. She's entirely unworthy being the bride of the Asakura family like I am. She doesn't have what it takes. That's why they didn't choose her. So why? Why does Yoh go after her? Isn't it that men prefer independent women? Independent women that can stand for themselves? I am everything Tamao isn't!
The godly Shaman interrupts the eerie silence. He steps toward us emanating this wave of a violent aura. All weapons that the five Shamans held remain focused onto him and making sure it would be in clear range of attack. His gaze averts to Marion's as I see her make no reaction.
Perhaps...she is free after all.
I wish I could be too.
I wish I remain faithful to my own beliefs. I must be the weak one.
He suddenly laughs. The godly Shaman laughs innocently. At us?
"Marion," he whispers. "let's go home."
The poor girl. She holds so many conflicts in her head at the same time. The girl holds her weapon at him without a drop of emotion. Ren, Horohoro, and Chocolove stole glances at her ready to defend themselves from her incase if she were to turn on them at any given moment.
"No." she mutters. A slight tremble flows throughout her but her spirit remains as strong as ever. "You are not who I once thought you were. I was not happy. I realized it and I am glad I did."
"And go back to the prison you were in?" Hao smirks. "You told me you were so unhappy." He takes several more strides toward her but the doll master remains just as defiant. "Saying that this was home for you...you really do not want to leave me."
It is then I feel the stones of the prison wall begin to build back up. She shakes her head but remains the same in her position. Her feet do not shift, her arms do not tremble, and her eyes stay determined.
"Yoh allowed her to stay for a reason." Ren, at last, interrupts. "I am quite sure she will never return to you as much as you want her to. She does not want you. Leave." He spits and commands the innumerable amount of weapons that burst from the earth.
"Did he...?"
"Damn." Ren curse as Hao was nowhere in sight. "That bastard..." our eyes quickly scan the room. No one dared to blink for at many moment he can strike from any direction.
"Behind you!" I warn sensing the aura of malice. Far too late. Hao makes a grab for his head and throws him to the wall so fast that none of us could register what occurred in those three seconds as the Shaman's body slumps to the floor, blood crawling slowly down the wall.
"That was not too hard now, was it?" he smiles as if Ren had never happened.
How. How can someone be so powerful?
"He could make a very good addition to my clan, then again there are those privileged fighters who will always stand out from the others that want to fight for their right cause."
"I think I made a mistake fighting for your 'right cause' then." Marion hastily throws Chuck as the doll spins and sprays bullets in the air far faster than any normal bullet could have gone. Without even breaking a sweat, every single bullet was either a miss or caught by the Shaman smiled just as kindly.
"I do not give second chances so easily, Marion." His eyes meet hers as she stares into his eyes. "You can come back home and tell me what you do not understand. I can forgive you and none of this would have ever happened."
She didn't reply. She remained silent only finding a great interest to the dusty floors and her long golden bangs covering her emerald green eyes.
He steps back as I sense the stones of the prison wall begin to vanish. She does not care of his existence anymore. It is as if he was never there to her.
"And Anna." He smiles. I step back. I do not think I have ever been so scared of him ever. The last time we had encountered each other, he was only behaving friendly. This time, his aura did not seem to hold the same cheery welcome that it had once. It is the dark, frightening, yet innocent smile that did not make these affairs feel any less complicating than they already ware.
"Remember the first time we met? I want to know what you really thought when I said those very words to you. Do they mean anything to you? You must feel flattered. Obviously loved for the first time, am I right?"
I begin to feel so ashamed. I can feel all eyes on me and the pressure of this earth closing in heavier upon me. How dare that this boy can manipulate me.
"Why should I be?" I scowl nervously. His smile still persists here, in my mind, in my memory. I slowly crumble on the inside. I have fallen and he knows it. There is nothing I can do. Where is Yoh's place in my heart? Where did he go? Has he left?
I hate myself. I wish I can never exist. Now all I can cause is one more scar to Yoh's heart and that is the last I would ever want to happen to him.