Hana of the Wind
Hana as you may have guessed isn't exactly human she's a sprit guide. Like normal humans though she goes to school. She is the top student in the school. When Hana was ten she found out that she was a sprit guide for misguided youth.
Now that Hana was turning sixteen it was time for her to start being the guide of the wind. She had to move to a new town in a new country. Like her mother she was nervous about leaving the only home she knew. Before she could leave she had to be assigned to a youth in the town she was going to.
His name was Kentaro and he had been in and out of more juvenile detention centers than anyone in Tokyo. He was as misguided as anyone can get but his parents still had hope for him. Before his tenth birthday he was as sweet as could be. Something had happened on that day that changed him forever.
Hana had been assigned to a boy her age in Tokyo, Japan. She wasn't told his name she was only told that she'd know him when she sees him. Hana arrived in Tokyo in less than two weeks. There was no one to greet her but then again she really wasn't expecting anyone anyway. After Hana's fifth day in Tokyo she was starting to think that she had no one to guide.
Kentaro hadn't gotten into any trouble for five days, which was a new record for him. On his way home he ran into a girl. He apologized sarcastically and walked on.
Hana was a little wary of the boy who had run into her. He seemed somewhat familiar but she had never met him before.
A week later the same thing happened. "Who are you?" Hana asked. "What's it to you" the boy replied in a cocky voice. "Well it's the second you've run into me," Hana said. "My name is Kentaro who are you" he replied. "I'm Hana," she said. "Well Hana I didn't run into you, you ran into me" Kentaro snapped. "You have quite the attitude don't you" Hana snapped back.
Hana had finally found the boy she was to guide. To her surprise it wasn't who she thought it would be. The boy she was to guide was named Toni. But she also watched over Kentaro just in case.
