Chapter 7:Secert Meetings.
Yuko P.O.V
I can never say my life's been easy, for instants the moment I excepted to be Brad's 'punching bag,' as he likes to called, I knew I was in for a world of. But I never once regret that decision. It was my own, and I knew that if I hadn't made that decision a lot of people would have gotten hurt, that was apart of our bargain. I guess I'm just that type, I hate see others suffer but I know that sometimes I can't do anything, and I feel ashamed when I think, It's not my business. Which is why I do whatever I can for others, that's probably why I took on this mission the four Chinese gods gave. Tai- Yi- Jun had been kind enough to let me recover before I set out on my journey, and Susaku instructed that his celestial warriors to protect me as I went through Universe of the Four Gods world. Despite the fact that we were in the same building, I really didn't take time to actually know the warriors or priestess, I was too busy reading Susaku's scroll, which was in English for my benefit.
It held all sort of spells and incantation, which I was eager to use. Hopefully I wouldn't set anyone on fire. Finally the day came when we left and we where already into two hours of our journey.
"So Yuko what's your favorite food," said Miaka trying to strike up conversation, with the silent girl on the horse.
"Ummm, anything really, so long as it doesn't have mushrooms," I answered a little bit surprise. "What you, do you have a favorite Ms. Miaka?"
"Just call me Miaka, and I eat anything as long it's cooked. I attend my schools cooking club," I heard Miaka say cheerfully, the warriors took one look of utter of disgust at her, than began to back away slowly. I watched them curiously, 'I wonder why they're backing away?'
"So you must be a really good cook, then Miaka," I replied.
"Hardly," I heard the warrior named Tasuki say. I don't think he realized I heard though, my sense of hearing had grown remarkable stronger recently.
"I guess you can say that. I've never tasted my food, but I'm sure it's tasty," answered Miaka cheerfully. "Do you cook Yuko?"
"A little bit. I can only cook deserts like cookie's, and cakes. Everybody tells me there good, and I've tasted them myself so I think they're okay."
"You'll have to make some for us some time," said Chiriko cheerfully.
I couldn't help but smile, a little bit.
"So Yuko, tell us what your world, is like," said Nuriko as he sprinted his horse up to mine.
"Well… It's very, depending on your preferences. I like the mountains a lot, because I mostly live in mountain regions. But when you add in the deeds of humans, I think I can sum it up to: We're wasting our limited resource, natural disasters are striking all over the world, people are starving all over the world, people are killing each other because there high on drugs, and a huge company is taking over the world," I stated plainly.
I couldn't help but look back at the priestess, and warriors. They just stared at me with, Boy- you- live- in- the- underworld, looks. I didn't mind it too much though, despite my shy attitude, I was very naïve and straight to the point. Though some would say different to my point of view. So since I thought it necessary, I decided to list all the wonderful things in my world.
"But there are good things. We are slowly, but surly, becoming more aware of our environment, we're also helping each other out, we're learning and becoming stronger, and all though it might be small we're doing everything in our power to help, and most we're become closer as a people."
"Well your world certainly sounds different," piped in Chichiri.
Elsewhere.
No P.O.V
Sytou silently walked through the abandoned castles halls; it had been a week since the girl named Yuko arrived in the world of the Universe of the Four Gods. Finally the young man arrived in the great hall, where others waited for him.
"Your late, Sytou," said a man with short black hair, green eyes, a cross shaped scar on his face, tight black tunic, gray leggings, armor like wrist bands, and Black leather boots. A large steel bow slung around his shoulder with a quiver of arrows.
"At least I'm here, Koto," answered Sytou.
"He's got a point, Koto," piped a little girl wearing a pink dress, her light pink hair held into high ponytails on each side of her head, a pair of glasses circled her black eyes.
"Oh hush Kimi," replied a tall woman in dark purple robes, her ocean blue hair reached down to her thigh, pure white eyes watched the little girl.
"Megumi, Kajuia, wishes to hear Sytou's report on the girl. It's rude to not let him speak first," spoke another man the had long messy blonde hair held in a high ponytail reaching to his mid back, a suit of samurai incased his body.
Finally another man stepped out of the shadows, the one called Kajuia. He had very, Very handsome features, gray eyes glimmed in those sockets of his, white feather like hair framed his face to look slightly narrow, and a white feather was placed in his hair. He wore a long body shirt, white slacks, and a robe like jacket with silver lining.
"Thank you, Nobunaga. Sytou what was it that Yuko fears?"
"There is a boy named Brad at her school that she fears beyond reason," answered Sytou.
"A boy?..." said Kajuia, then he smirked to himself, and walked about like he was in some big play, continuing like a long speech. "How interesting. The 'Play' shall go. The tragic heroine summoned to this world to what, neither she nor those fooled gods know. As she moves throughout the land, she makes her comrades, as if she were gathering them for a tree who's juices were sweeter than the richest nectar. The 'Play' has only yet begun. Megumi, Kimi, summon this Brad to us. I will teach him to be a sword master, and perhaps he can persuade our tragic heroine to our cause."
Megumi and Kimi merely nodded their heads, and began working on the spell, as Kajuia smirked in pleasure.
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