Tokyo-to High: Year of the Dragon

Sorry to keep you waiting everyone just been getting sidetracked with RL events as well as a few online ones. Well for starters been helping my friend Dew at the DcEmu ) fix his compy.

Aside from that planning on getting a Ferret soon! As well as been playing D&D and various other d20 games! But sadly cannot find BESM (Big Eyes Small Mouth Anime d20 RPG) anywhere (

Ah well I feel like I'm slowly seeping out of my Writer's block so let's continue! Onto chapter 19! The ending is a few chapters away! I think?

Akito Yagami & Nova Yagami © me, Tsunami is © my lovely Tsu-chan, all other characters are © either Capcom, SNK, Sammy, or any other company I have borrowed existing characters

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Chapter 19 – Guilt and Hope

Akira rose to her feet and managed a soft sigh as she stretched. It was nearly 3 am and neither of them had felt the need to sleep. Akito still smiled with a confidant beam at Akira and reassured her from time to time that everything would be alright. Akira had to admit that Akito's positive attitude was helping her slowly seep out of her depression.

Akito's ears perked up as he looked back down the hall. Akira also looked but heard or saw nothing. In a matter of moments Ibuki rounded the corner, she wore a white tank top which clung to her lean frame a loose pair of jeans with sneakers the squeaked as she ran.

"WH-Where is she?!" Ibuki panted hysterically. Her cheeks held a small amount of flush, obviously due to her lack of breath. Akira quickly went to her side and spoke in a calm manner. "It's alright; she's with the doctors right now. They are doing everything they can."

Ibuki paused and caught her breath; her lips trembled as she closed her eyes. "It's all stupid Daigo's fault. He wouldn't let me out so I had to sneak out of the dorms. Why is it you got to go Akira?"

Akira looked at her, a glance of humility on her face. "I... was the one who found her..." They both grew silent for a moment as the weight of Akira's words slowly seeped in. Akito who had said nothing since Ibuki's arrival merely sighed and looked back to the room.

He could only imagine Akira's horror; walking in to see her friend, finding her with slit wrists. He sighed deeply and turned to walk down the hall a ways. He knew that if it's one thing he didn't want to do was cause Akira any discomfort. Even though he wasn't the direct source of this incident he did contribute a great amount to it.

"Nova..." He spat out in a mixture of anger and regret. It was entirely his fault, and he cared nothing for Pupa lying in the hospital bed struggling to stay alive. No he didn't care not in the slightest! It had been his sick little plan in the first place. Try to get Akito in trouble with his new friends by treating them like sex toys; leaving him to reap the consequences while he laughed merrily at his pain.

"How is she...?" Nova's voice spoke in a meek tone, almost as if he was bored with the current situation. Akito's ears twitched up as he turned slowly. Nova stood a few feet away, his ebony and ivory hair draped over his face. Akito's mind instantly raced with anger and rage.

"How is she?! How is she?!" He balled his hand into a fist as his voice continued to rise. "She's just peachy! After getting used by as a fuck toy, she just tried to kill herself but that aside she's just great!"

Nova remained silent, no witty comment, no smart ass remark, just silence. "And what's further more is you have the nerve to show your face here! You're the reason she's in this mess in the first place..." Nova's lips parted as he tried to interject. "I... Just..."

"You just what? Came to see if you could do any more damage to her life?!" Akito spat at him in an intolerable tone as he growled irritably. Nova once again grew silent, his gaze shifted to the ground.

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Books, they surrounded her. Each filled with lore of a forgotten mage or another. She slowly lifted her head and took off her glasses. She blinked as things blurred around her. She slowly shook her head and closed her eyes thinking for a moment.

Was becoming a full fledged White mage really this difficult? For her it seemed like an eternity. Her cousin seemed to breeze through her trials and studies so much more easily then her.

She slowly pushed her cherry pink hair out of her face as she rubbed her eyes before looking back at the book in front of her. Advanced Magical Theory seemed so boring to her but despite her distaste for the subject she needed to study while she was on break so she could bring it up once term started up again.

She bit the end of her glasses in agitation before looking over at the clock. It was ten o'clock in the morning and she was cooping herself inside. Her eyes wandered a bit more finally resting on a small jeweled box on her desk beside her.

She managed and agitated smile as she gazed at it, she had been given this box when her grandmother passed away but had yet to open it. Her grandmother had told her once she had become a full fledged mage she would be ready to see what was inside, but for the moment it remained locked to her.

Whenever she felt herself loosing ambition she would gaze at the jeweled box. Her grandmother had chosen her to receive it. And curiosity welt up inside her as to what the contents were.

Many times before she had tried to pry it open and even smash against various things when her curiosity got the best of her. She just needed to know what was inside. That was the main reason for her studying to be a mage.

Her family had its fair share of magical history in it, and she had always known her family expected a lot from her. At times it was almost too much. She sometimes felt they were forcing her to be something she wasn't ready to become. Forcing her to find herself when she had yet to find which path she wanted walk.

She set her glasses down on the book and slowly pushed herself away from the desk rising to her feet and stretched. Her room had become a sort of library, books all around her. At times they were her only friends, but she didn't like to think of herself being isolated. Besides she knew she was destined for great things, she just needed to take things slowly.

Her bed was littered with various books on topics ranging from Basic Conjuring to Principals of Chi Energy in Magic. She walked over to her bed and collapsed on it heaving a great sigh of weariness and agitation as she kicked her feet into the air.

She lived by herself now, her grandmother had taken care of her and after her passing she couldn't bare to leave the house. She had other family all of which who offered to take her in after her passing, but she declined them all. Rather she saw this as a chance to make things on her own, to show everyone that she was a very capable woman.

The ability to use magic definitely made her life slightly easier. She had been taught minor Incantations and Charms when she was young but, nothing truly earth shattering. Most of it she learned herself and in fact she was quiet good at it if she applied herself.

When she younger she participated in a King of Fighters tournament just to test her magical ability. She amazed herself as to how well she did. She hardly came in first but had gotten a lot further then she thought she would have. She had met many different people at the tournament and had thought that the experience had helped her grow in maturity as well as magical finesse.

A soft tapping was heard and she slowly opened her eyes and perked up in bed. Her eyes wandered around trying to locate the source. She got to her feet once more and soon found the cause to be a small messenger owl tapping on her window seal.

She quickly opened the window letting the little bird fly in. it circled the room a few times and finally landed on her desk on top of her book of Advanced Magical Theory. It hooted and bounced around dropping a letter on it as it blinked up at her.

"Well hello Ruffles, I haven't seen you in ages since you were a hatchling." She reached down and stroked the small owl softly as it rubbed against her hand affectionately. "What did you bring me hmm?"

The owl slowly rested a note from it's claw and set it down before stepping back. She slowly picked it up and looked it over with an excited gaze. "A letter from Tsunami? I haven't seen her since we were eight." She slowly took it and sat back on the bed and began to read over it.

'Dear Mignon,

It's your dearest cousin Tsunami writing ya! Sorry I haven't been keeping in touch but you know how things are when you get caught up with studying.'

She released a soft laugh at this. Tsunami had always been the one to ace her magic tests with little to no effort; she rarely had to study up on such topics.

'Finn and Mum are fine I assume. We're currently in Tokyo-to visiting Akito. I don't think you've met him or I've ever talked about him but then again I haven't written to you in ages. Akito's my special someone just to bring you up to date real quick. He had gotten into a bit of a fight and well anyways he's fine now and I was just worried about him I made everyone come and see him!'

Mignon stopped and rubbed her neck reading. Tsunami had found her special someone. Mignon had been focusing so hard on her studies; she hadn't really let herself have much of life let alone a special person.

'Anyways, I was trying to do some research on the Orochi. It's a force that was predominately used for good but got twisted somewhere along the way. I guess what I'm asking is if you have any books that might be of help would you kindly send them with Ruffles? They'll be returned in tip-top shape!

Love

-Tsunami'

Mignon tucked the letter away and slowly got to her feat browsing around her library of a room. She took a few books out of place and set them on her bed wrapping them tightly with a packing strap.

She walked towards the open window and thought to herself for a moment. She had been spending entirely too much time cooped up in her room, she longed to visit her family and make new friends.

Without so much as a second thought she began to hum to herself. She flicked her wrists and fingers in the manner of a self designed packing spell. Clothes, Books, and various other items of importance began to make their way into a freshly conjured suitcase. She picked up her jeweled box and smiled at it before tucking it into the suitcase as well.

Within a matter of moments her room was nothing but a shell of it's former self, she looked back at Ruffles who had been disoriented during the packing and now was perked above the door way to avoid all the moving objects.

"Well Ruffles let's go see Tsunami! Besides I need to get out of this room. And I think I packed enough supplies so I can squeeze in studying from time to time!"

She laughed at her statement as the little owl chirped and hooted bouncing around before moving to take flight. Mignon quickly took hold of her suit case and moved to the window seal. She closed her eyes before stepping off and walking up into the clouds.

Most traditional mages preferred broom travel but Mignon found that cloud skipping was so much more uplifting and less noticeable. Hardly anyone reported seeing a girl walking and skipping from cloud to cloud.

Mignon laughed to herself as she landed on the soft cushion of clouds. They were so much softer then anything on the earth and could be ridden for miles without stopping to switch. No two clouds were ever the same and it was extremely rare to find an uncomfortable one. Her grandmother had often told her that was because clouds were the last truly magical creation left in the world.

She smiled and laid back on the cloud letting the gentle breeze carry her as she closed her eyes. "Don't worry Tsunami I'll be there soon and hand deliver the books you asked for!"