Boulevard of broken dreams
Author: Whoa! Sec chapter, now this chapter really matters…it's about May's true feeling about being left out of the so-called shaman family…so this'll be on all May's point of view…
Summary: May tells her point of view …
Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King; I imagine it in my head…
2. May's sympathy
Downtime, downtime! How long has my sister and my mum been in that room! 10 minutes eh, it's almost 5 hours, Oh darn! Never mind. The door is open anyway, my sister smiled at me relentlessly, my mum's pale face wasn't rosy cheek anymore. Her eyes were black on bottom; it seemed as if Zina had been holding her through this time when her hands reached to her flat stomach and shoulder blade. Odd…it's eccentric of my sister to have nothing but her suitcase, but it was right in front of me, and I didn't really take a glimpse of Zina acquiring anything out of her case. I stood there watching them trying to reach their way upstairs, but with mum's hesitation it might take few slower moments than I thought. I followed them upstairs with Zina's suitcase held on both hands; they were already up the stairs and into mum's room next to them. I followed them as well; the suitcase was lying outside the large corridor of the house.
"Mum, are you alright?" I asked, maybe then I'll get the answer.
"…" Nothing…my mum said nothing…Zina shrugged for a moment and turned the other way round as I looked at her. They seemed to be hiding something…I don't what it is…is it the Asakura secret or something? I'm an Asakura as well I should be part of it…my sister hates me now my mum hates me? How many family secrecy do I have to be intervene to?
Morning, the sun clashes from the horizon and formed a thin-yellows around the sun of Tokyo, and faded. I opened the large window next to my bed and feel the morning glide, the sound of the ocean and winds waving restlessly. The morning was beautiful during winter; although it hasn't exactly snowing yet. Zina had a room next to me, sleeping soundlessly since mum had to sign up for a school. I was sneaking out of the room, trying to be the first person whom is in the bathroom. I peek in Zina's room, and it was empty. I panicked for a moment and ran to the bathroom as fast as I can…luckily I don't have to run because the bathroom is next to my sister's. I opened the toilet's knob, it was locked…someone was in here…could it be…Zina!
"Zina, you get out of that toilet this instant!" I yelled in pain of my sore throat in the morning and banged on the door.
"It doesn't have your name on it…" She said calmly but shouting across this bathroom door. "I think we're out of toothpaste!" She added…out of toothpaste? No, not the toothpaste! I could hear Zina squeezing the toothpaste, hard, and it sudden heard as if the toothpaste slides…off on the floor. "Oh Sorry I dropped it!"
"Nooo! All the toothpaste in the world! Why this toothpaste has to be stuck with the idiot in the toilet!" I screamed, kneeling on the floor, mom stopped the madness at last.
School bell had rung, and I was bound to be late first…Zina accompanied me on the school and we were silent as we entered the large mansion-like school. The sun seemed blurry from my sight, as if walking through an oven in the corridor and into the classroom. Zina left already, knowing her private school is next to my school. Serves her right for having the lowest grade…maybe I'll skip classes like my mum used to…
The night struck eleven as Eliza walks through the odd and luminous forest and hesitate to move an inch as she was in the middle of it. The forest seemed to be getting no where for Eliza, not that if her life is at stake trying to figure out the riddle that the old woman had given.
I recited the words in the book into my head again and again, one of my favourite author from England. True, true no one here knows the story 'The Art Of A Poet' here, so it would never occur to me that anyone would say 'I love that book' or 'cool I know the author of that story', it was more like…'who?'. Gee you think people would know…
It was evening, and the teacher gave a lecture something about your environment around you…the year 2018 isn't what it used to be in the early year 2000…or the late 90s…come to think of it…I have a book from the library telling people how to become a shaman…how bogus is that…everyone knows it's a superstition…but people claimed that they've seen a shaman...and they wrote a book about shamans and examine their reasons for being a shaman king of what kind of tournament they entered in…the reasons are:
1. Multiple includes saving what's best for the human nature and mother earth itself.
2. To make the humans even smarter (so that they would find a better solution) so that they might find a way to stop the earth from polluting.
3. To stop the humans from hunting animals (so that they no longer have to be endangered).
It's odd that these reasons are about mother earth and how humans polluted the world…it's funny come to think of it.
Miss Asakura please precede outside the school…your mother wishes you to come home early…
The head teacher called through the answering machine thingy, I followed what she said and went outside running home hysterically. I didn't want to wait for my sister because I know she'll be there previously than me…since she's better at PE than me. The street was like smears draped on my eye sight, it was hard thinking, running and telling you my side of the story at the same time. I was already there, breathing heavily and opening the door, but I could have sworn I forgotten something…I checked and reached hand on my shoulder…my bag! Oh crap! Who cares! Mum needs me! I opened the knob and the door, running and opening another door, and sees Zina staring at me whilst placing a wet handkerchief on mum. She was weak…another person was with them…who is she? Aunt?
"Auntie…what are you doing here?" I asked, my jacket lied carelessly on the floor.
"Well I heard my cousin had been really sick so I thought she'd need my help…" She replied, her hand held light on mum's pale and perspiring hands. Although she seemed weak, she carved a faint smile and collapsed afterwards.
"Mum, can I please tell her?" Zina answered finally, what does she wanted to tell me about? Mum nodded and turned dimly to Auntie, whilst Zina looks at me and told me with a body language that she needs to speak to me…alone. We were outside the room, and Zina does a calm yet unusual breathing sensation and just smiled…what? "Um, let's see…we're shamans…" I laughed in pain, but seeing her baffled and irritating face tells me she was serious.
"Okay fine…no not fine you expect me to believe you you're a shaman? Then what about me? My needs never matters! If you're saying you mum, and Tiara are shamans then what am I! How come I don't have fancy power or shaman abilities like you?"
"At least we're going somewhere for once…you got me…" Zina replied, I almost felt a desire of thumping her to bits for that explanation, but by the tell of her face she wasn't joking around.
"Prove it…" I answered; Zina's behind formed a woman in white long robe with black linen on it's shoulder-side, silvery, transparent scarf that sways wherever she goes, short brown hair with emerald eyes and a dimple expression on her pale face. Her legs and feet were barely seen because it faded like a ghost…a ghost…she is telling the truth.
Hello May, I am Chloe…the Spirit of Air…the spirit answered vaguely as its voice fades.
"Shamans have the abilities to see ghost…I think you saw it too…" I did, and I don't know who to believe anymore. Wait a minute…
"I don't have idiotic shaman abilities…and so what if I see ghosts?"
"It means you have the key to shaman ability, like Manta!" Zina exclaimed in joyous relief.
"Who's manta?"
"Our uncle's best friend! He's cool! You should meet him…hehe…" Zina replied, her hands laid gestures and sways in movement.
"So I'm guessing you know how to cure mum right?" I asked solemnly, my hands folded.
"Yeah, but we need to find this medicine called Necromancy…."
"Necromancy hasn't been made 20 years ago…it's rare so no one in the whole world knows how to make it…except maybe Faust VIII…who died…"
"Faust eh May? Hmmn…maybe we can get him, this is Tokyo…"
"German Zina…" I answered blankly, her face pout and think.
"Oh…" She said, her hands reached behind her head and sweat drops (anime style)
"I just hope you know how to get there…I mean Faust died…as in he's dead…"
"I know what dead means May, none of other people are laughing…"
"That's because we're alone Zina…" I sigh in disgrace, she doesn't seem to be concentrating even if 2 brains are better than 1…it felt like 1 and half a brain…
"Okie-dokie let's try to use this Dojo orb…" She said, her pocket revealed a small round orb with a fiery image inside it. The orb seemed to flick a glimmer once Zina whispered towards it. It flickered slightly, and then became quite dim and the fire inside it disappears.
"What is that thing again?" I inquire an answer, assumed it was one of those object that Zina use as a weapon for a shaman.
"A Dojo orb, it allows me to go through time…but the only time I'm not allowed to go is 20 years ago…"
"So how you supposed we get to the year 1998?"
"I have no idea! But eventually I'll get it! And it's the day of the Shaman Crown…maybe we can see who won the shaman fight…" …What does she mean by that?
