Chapter 16: Spirit Power
Sunday, June 15th, 2005
Do I even have to tell you how much I hate this place? Do I? Do I even have to say that my life is now a living hell? Do I even have to tell you that a creepy lady with a stick is teaching me how to walk in an un-walk-able piece of clothing? Are you even surprised that she's gotten me up at the crack of dawn, when I had 6 hours sleep, to practice walking down the hallway outside my room? Do I even need to get across the point that Botan has turned into a Nazi with, instead of a nuke, a freaking paddle?
If you answered yes to any of the above questions, go drown yourself.
Botan sighs. She's completely lost her voice. She just motions for me to keep going. "Try it again." She whispers hoarsely.
"And again! And again! And again!"
"Yes."
"NEVERRRRRRRR!" I yell, and make a mad series of hops to the door. It's much more dignified than it looks. Before I'm even three feet away from the door, Botan has slapped her paddle against the door, locking it, preventing my escape.
"Never, you say?" She whispers, as menacingly as a sprite with blue hair can be.
She suddenly rams into me and shoves me onto the floor. She escapes while I'm on the ground, slams the door shut with her paddle, and I hear her whizzing down the hall.
"YOU CAN GET BREAKFAST WHENEVER YOU WANT!"
Why does she hate me? Damn it, I'll get up. I'll get up off the floor. I'll prove to her that I can do it without her. I'll do it. I'll get up and I won't trip even once. I'll take just a little while.
Quite a While Later:
You know what? I am going to go to Enma (if I ever get off this floor) and tell him to send me to hell. I will end my suffering.
Assuming that I ever get off this floor and my insides don't implode from hunger.
I am getting off this floor. I think with all my might, willing it to be true. Or at least reach some higher being that pities me. Nothing. I think the thought again. Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing…
Hey, I'm in the spirit world. The fairy realm. Since anything is possible in a fairy realm, if I think about it hard enough, it'll come true. That's all it's going to take.
"I will get off this floor. I will get off this floor. It's easy to get off this floor."
I wait for something to happen.
Nothing does.
Ugh, how did I get off the floor before? Back in that room, how did I get my hands to glow? Come on, come on, think…
I shut my eyes back there.
I shut them in a hurry, and wait for something. Still nothing! What am I doing wrong?
"STAND UP!" I scream. Nothing. "STAND! GLOW! WORK! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MY HANDS IF THEY DON'T PUT ON A LIGHT SHOW RIGHT THIS SECOND!"
I open my eyes to regular boring hands.
I shut them again. "I call on the power of the mighty Hands Gods to give me the power to glow. Glow! PLEASE!" Nothing. So words don't work. Yeah, yeah, I didn't say anything back there when they did light. Maybe I have to combine thoughts and shut eyes.
I call on something or other to make light in my hands!
I feel a heat in my hands, and I open my eyes hurriedly. THERE IT IS! OH MY GOD! THERE IT IS! My hands, all the way up to the wrists, are encased in that blue fire. I stare in awe. It's even more beautiful than last time.
Then, it flickers.
NO! Sustain, sustain, don't go out, stay there, stay there, please don't go, stay there…
The fire rekindles.
I squeal. I have to think to make it work. I was right!
While chanting 'sustain' and 'don't go' in my mind, I place them down on the floor next to me and prepare to be sprung.
Nothing happens. I gaze at both hands. The fire has gone out.
I screech in frustration and think, violently, BRING THE FREAKING FIRE BACK!
And it comes back, only extremely intensified. Instead of an electric light around the edges, my hands are each at the center of a raging ball of blue fire. Two fireballs.
I clasp my hands together, and the two fireballs mold together to make a huge one, giving off waves of comforting heat.
Then, it touches my kimono.
And ignites it.
"WAGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream, as I feel the fire licking my left leg, staring in a panic, unsure of what to do. I frantically roll around on the ground, to no avail.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
I start thrashing around, screaming all the while and praying to something—anything—that can save my life.
I slam my face into the floor by accident and I definitely feel something pop.
In my dizziness, the fire disappears.
Whew. Haha, I guess I lost a little control of things there…haha…
(Dies).
I drag myself over to the door, and just manage to stretch up enough to grab the doorknob and escape. Why didn't I just do that before? I belly-crawl out, and in minutes, I am lying facedown, sprawled in the middle of the hallway.
I roll over and admire my ruined kimono. Maybe they won't notice. It's not very big. I look back in the room. There is ash lying all over the ground, and bed covers have been completely ripped off. If I'm careful they might not notice that either.
Oh yeah right. I have to get out of here.
But how? I can't use the fire, it might totally…
FIRE!
OMG! IT'S COMING OF IT'S OWN FREE WILL NOW! IT'S ALL OVER MY HANDS! WHAT'S WRONG? GO AWAY, FIRE, GO AWAY—AGH, IT'S EATING MY HANDS! IT'S EATING MY HANDS! NOW IT'S UP TO MY ELBOWS ALREADY! WAGHHHHHHHH! SHOULDERS! NOOOOOOOOO!
"IT'S EATING ME!" I scream. "DON'T LET IT EAT ME! SOMEONE GET THEIR ASS UP HERE AND HELP ME!"
But no one hears. No one gets up their ass to help me. Shit.
"AGHHHHH!" I yell, as the fire consumes my body and then my neck and head. "NOOOOO!"
DON'T KILL MEEEEEEEE…
I allow my eyes to flutter open, and all I see is blue. Blue, blue, blue. That's all there is. I can see perfectly fine. I look myself over. I don't hurt anywhere. Everything is perfectly natural except for the blue. Huh! Look, my hands aren't glowing anymore. I spin around several times. Oh my god.
I just turned the whole spirit world blue.
I think they're going to notice.
Oh my GOD. I REALLY need to get out of here. First I destroy the kimono, wreck my bedroom, and completely redesign Heaven.
Shit. Anytime the fire wants to eat me would be just fine.
I need to get out.
Before I even know what happens, something begins to move beneath my body.
An earthquake? Enma's fury?
Oh no, what's happening? Why is it picking up speed? What happened? Have I actually blown the castle? HUH?
I'm rolled onto my back. Back on my face. Onto back. Onto face. Onto back.
Ow……ow…ow…ow, ow, ow, ow, owowowowowowowowowowowowowowowow—
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
I can't even shut my eyes. All I can see was the support beam flying towards me, and after that, the ceiling fan, and after that, the roof.
CRASH. SMASH, SHATTER, CLINK. CRUSH! SMASH, CRASH, SLASH, TINK, CRUMBLE, DIE. I'M SURROUNDED BY GLASS. I'M SURROUNDED BY GLASS AND IT'S CRASHING EVERYTHING INTO MILLION OF SPIRITUAL PIECES.
SHIT.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and pray for anything that's listening, STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!
The glass thing. Disappears.
Oh, holy muffin, I'm dead NOW.
Three seconds later, I hit the ground without knowing how. I couldn't try to describe what happened if I tried. Maybe my next comment will sum it up.
This sucks.
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I wake up with a huge pain in my back in what seems like hours later, in the same exact spot. Why has no one tried to find me yet—oh, there's Kurama and Yukina. Never mind.
"You guys…" I groan. Yukina takes her ice-cold healer's hands off me. Kurama, as I turn around, continues to sprinkle green salt on my back.
"It's a wonder you're not dead." They say in unison.
I sit up, and immediately receive a jolt of pain from my lower back. "Ow…what's wrong with me?"
Kurama sighs. "You flew clean through the wall, making a nice Katrina-shaped hole, landed on the ground flat on your face, several pounds of rubble fell on your back and head, apparently you were conscious for most of it, and were blabbering about deodorizing knifes, or something of the sort."
"Oh yeah. And I—" I realize too late and cover up the huge burn in my kimono.
"And you destroyed your kimono. Not like we care. It was probably the kimono that saved your life, because it has so many padded layers."
"But…what happened to the fire?" I glare at my hands. "I nearly killed myself."
"Which brings us to our next point." Kurama sighs. "Yukina, get Botan. Quickly." He turns back to me as she hurries off. "Training."
"What about training?"
"To ensure that you never lose control of your powers again like that. Apparently, erasing your memories destroys your previous control over your power. So, we need to do it all over again."
Is it just me, or does he sound like he's pitying me?
With a whoosh, Botan returns. She wears a great big smirk on her face.
Oh no. Something…a little thing in my memory is telling me…death lies ahead.
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