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LAST TIME:

Except of course, for the fact, that I can talk to the dead...

ON W/THE STORY:

EXPLANATION:

I guess... I have major explaining to do... I'm not exactly your typical sixteen-year-old girl.

I already said that but hear me out.

My name is Sakura Kinomoto. I am sixteen years old. I used to live in Tokyo but now I live in Tomoeda. My Okaa-san passed away a decade ago. Her name was Mitsuki Mizuhara. If she were still alive, I knew she would have wanted the best for Touya, Otou-san and me. Thats why I agreed to move to Tomoeda, for the happiness of my otou-san.

I am not they type who drinks, does drugs, smokes- well, except for that one time that onii-chan and Sleepy caught me. But that was my only smoke EVER! I don't have tatoos, I never even dyed my hair. I am a fairly decent japanese girl.

Except of course, that I can talk to the dead.

But thats not really how it goes. I mean, if I had the choice, I woudn't have wanted to be born wih this ''talent''. The dead, they are the ones who come talk to me. I mean its not like I want to talk to them. I don't go around going all: "Hello, my name is Sakura Kinomoto & I can see and talk to dead people, in your case, people like you. What can I do for you today?" I mean, I try to avoid them in any way possible.

Its just that, they won't leave me alone. The ghosts I mean.

I don't think I'm retarded or crazy. At least, not any crazier then every other average japanese sixteen-year-old. I guess I might seem crazy to about 99.9 percentof the population.

I know that because well, in Tokyo, in my old neighborhood, the majority of teens thought I was. Crazy, I mean.

But even if they one day decided to send me to a center for children with mental problems, I still won't be safe from the ghosts. They ALWAYS find me.

I encountered my first ghost at the age of three, back in our appartment at Tokyo, back when my mom was still alive. I remember that ghost clearly. Well, as clear as they come. She was just standing there, talking to me. Of course, I coudn't understand a word of what she said, so I did what any young three-year-old would do; I went for my mom.

But even if I called my mom talking my baby gibberish, she just went there and said:"Hai, listen, Sakura, sweets, what do you want for lunch?" I looked at her surprised that she didn't pay attention to our uninvited guest. Thats when I realised that adults coudn't see the shiny, gray, transparent thing.I thought it was something that seperated adults from children. Children had to eat all their vegetables. Adults did not. Children could ride the merry-go-round at the festivals. Adults could not. Children could see the shiny, gray, transparent thing. Adults could not. Later on I realised that most kids coudn't either. After that, I knew not to talk about it. Ever.

So I never did. Talk about it again, I mean.

I never uttered a word about that ghost ever again, or for the record, I never uttered a word about all the other hundreds of ghosts I've encountered.

Other people see ghosts, sure. Thats why we have haunted houses and all. But the thing is, most people only see one. I see all of them. Any ghost that has died for whatever reason and stays in earth instead of going wherever, I see them.

Let me let you in on a little secret right away, that is ALOT of ghosts.

No one I had ever met has already encountered a ghost. At least, no one who was willing to admit it.

Another thing I learned at a young age was not to mention you've seen one, let alone talked to one. My mom never figured out that it was a ghost I was pointing at. She probably thought it was my "imaginary friend " or something... rightt...

So for the matter, I still saw them, they spoke to me. Most of the times, I didn't understand them but they ended up going away. It would have continued that way if my okaa-san hadn't went and died...

Really, just like that, one minute she was there, the next, gone as if she never existed.

People kept telling me-everyday after her death- that she wasn't coming back.

I didn't belive them. Why should I? My okaa-san, not coming back? I mean sure she was dead, I got that, but she was coming back, I definitely knew that. My mom was dead, but I was going to see her again. I saw lots of dead people on a daily basis. Why shoudn't I see my okaa-san?

In the end I was right, not that anyone knew of course. I saw her everyday and we talked, mother-to-daughter. She was the one who explained it to me. I was kind of surprised actually. When she was alive, she didn't get me and in the land of the dead, she knew about people like me. So I guess, in this weird, people-will-hate-me-if-I-say-this-way, its a good thing she did die. Because otherwise, I might never have known.

No wait, thats not true. There was a tarot card reader who said something about it once. It was at the spring festival. I only went because Mei Lin didn't want to go alone. I went because thats what best friends do for one another (I know your thinking why its not Tomoyo, just keep on reading, it will be explained in later chapters).

The tarot card reader, madame Kaho, read Mei Lin's cards telling her exactly what she wanted to hear: Oh, you're going to be very succesful, you'll be a brain surgeon, you'll marry at twenty-four and have three kids, blah, blah, blah. When madame Kaho was done I got up, but Mei Lin insisted she do a reading for me too.

You can guess what happened. Madame Kaho read them once, looked startled, confused and shocked, and shuffled them again. Then she looked at me.

"You," she said, "talk to the dead."

This exited Mei Lin. She went, "Suteki! Kami-sama! Desu? Sakura, did you hear that? You can talk to the dead You're a psychic medium, too!"

"Not a medium," Madame Kaho said. "A mediator."

Mei Lin looked crushed. "A what? What's that?" But I knew. I'd never known what it was called, but I knew what it was. My okaa-san hadn't put it quite the way she explained things, but I got the gist of it, anyway: I am pretty much the contact person for just about anybody who croaks leaving things.. well... messy. Then, if I can, I clean up the mess.

That's the only way I can think to explain it. I can't communicate with any dead either. Only the unhappy dead. So you can see that my life has really been a bowl of cherries these past sixteen years. A bowl of cherries. Cherry blossom. Sakura...

Being a mediator, its not a fate I would wish on anybody.

Ghosts are well... very rude. They are royal pains to deal with. These are generally the ones who actually want to hang around in this world instead of taking off for the next one. They probably know that based on their behaviour in their recent life, they aren't in much of a treat in the one they've got coming up. So they just stay here and bug people, slamming doors, knocking over things, making cold spots, groaning. You know what I mean. Your basic pranksters.

Sometimes though, they can get out of hand. They try to hurt people on purpose.

That's when I usually get mad. That's when I feel that I need to kick a little ghost butt. But you see, when I kick ghost butt, things get messy.

BACK TO WHERE WE LEFT OFF:

Not that I have any intention of messing up my new room. Thats why I told my dad that everything was fine and that the room was great. I could tell he didn't belive me though. But still he sighed and left me to peace and gave me some privacy.

I coudn't hear anything outside my room door anymore, thats when I turned to face the window-seat and went "All right, who the hell are you?"

...TO BE CONTINUED

So How did you guys like that? I know I didn't go much into detail but thats to explain how she can talk to ghosts and all. I promis the others chapters will me more interesting!

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