Chapter eight: Meeting
Yoh remains thus prostrate on the hill of Fumbari during several hours. When the wind roses and starts to blow more and more extremely, he decides that it is time for him to go down again in this world which has choose to reject him. He takes support on his hands and tries to be raised, without reaching that point. His members are hurt.
-It is not possible. Initially the pain here... says he while placing a hand on his heart.
-The pain is the proof that you live, small.
Yoh turns over. He has not felt anybody to come. Not more one man that a phantom.
-Who is here?
A small crystalline laugh makes hear.
-Where do you seek, Yoh... My brother?
This sentence has been pronounced with a kind of mixed respect of dislike.
-Hao, blows Yoh in a scorning sigh.
A hand is posed now on the shoulder of the boy. A hand, carrying the symbol of star.
-Hello, little brother.
Yoh pushes back the hand of his elder, and plunges his glance in his brother's one.
-You are not my brother. You never were it, and you will never be it!
Hao turns the head in front of the glance full of hatred.
-They are quite hard words there...
The snap that he gives him resounds in the motionless air which seemed to observe the scene, as a witness which await the outcome.
-And this, is to learn you how to respect your brother, Yoh.
The shaman gives him the hand.
-Raise. Asakura is not made to remain on the ground.
Yoh refuses to take the hand which his brother tightens to him, but he raises nevertheless.
-I believe that we must speak, little brother.
-Yes, I also believe it...
Hao sits down on a rock, close to the road, while Yoh prefers green grass of the hill. The elder one sighs.
-Yoh, you know, I never want that, that goes until there...
Yoh pushes back the argument with a laughter without joy.
-Not go until where? You have removed me that which I need to live. She is my oxygen, my blood. Without her, my heart refuses to beat. And when you return her to me, when finally Gods accept that we are joined together, I learn that she will see you in hiding-place. And you say to me that you don't want until there? But where, until there? What it is the limit of...Of your...Of your spite, your cheating, Hao?
Hao hasn't said anything, waiting until his junior tells all that he has on the heart.
-Have you finished? Now listening me in your turn.
Yoh sighs and agrees.
-I imagine that I do not have really the choice.
-Not, indeed.
The shaman raises the head to look at the sun lying down. Still a day passes without making something constructive. Perhaps even as this meeting would not be constructive. But now that he has imposed it to his brother, he couldn't leave while greeting him and while saying
"Bah, nothing, in the final analysis. See you soon, Yoh! "
-Yoh... If I remove Anna the first time, it was just to make you become strong. I want that you realize of your dependence to this girl. I do not understand how one could at this point weaken by losing sight of the fact a simple girl.
Yoh has launched a glance full with hatred to him.
-Calm yourself, you have promised to listen to me. It is that I intend to return her to you. At last, at the end of one week, I would have released her, and she would have returned towards you.
-Stops speaking about her like object!
-Afflicted, Yoh. What I want to say to you, it's that if I did all that, it is right because I did not understand and that I believe to know the truth. But the truth is that my heart remain alone a too long time. I don't ask Anna to come to see me this afternoon. She comes from herself. And even if I feel her while she spies me in the lane, I do not do anything. I don't move. I don't give an order so that one will seek her.
Yoh raises the eyes towards his brother. He has been calmed. And he sees a star reflection walking in the eyes of his brother and going down along his cheek.
-Why? Why don't I do anything?
The junior roses and faces his elder.
-Thus, you feels into your own trap, Hao...
The shaman smiles, and sweeps his tears.
-I don't know yet. As I say it to you, I remain alone a too long time, and my heart is closed with all these feelings. At least, I believe it. But the last events make that I ask myself questions. Would I have remained human despite everything?
Yoh has a haughty smile.
-This, I don't believe that it is still possible...
Hao smiles him too.
-I will take it as a joke.
He raises and cleans his clothes.
-Yoh, if I came here this evening, it is not to intend you to say to me that I do not have any right on you or on her. I know it already for a long time.
He raises the eyes to the sky. To lay down sun baths this one of myriads of colours.
-This sky. Look at. What do you see?
-I see the star of the day lying down. I see the day leave his place, and the night taking it. I see heat giving up his throne of light to let freshness of the night lengthen.
Hao smiles.
-Perhaps. I just see especially a dominant colour. Red. Red, colour of blood, anger and passion. Why this colour is the symbol of two so distant concepts? Perhaps because it's not so distant. Passion often calls the anger, which itself is so easily comparable with blood...
The shaman lows the eyes towards his hands. A tear is crushed on one of the spangled gloves.
-I have made dreadful things. Wanted to separate a couple was an error, I realize there. But this sky is like my heart. From coloured, it passed to black like the night. But tomorrow morning, it will again be coloured. To like is the pallet of colour of the men...I found mine. And you do not have the right to remove it to me. Not again.
Yoh sighs. He has enough of it.
-I will go there.
He takes some steps and turns over towards Hao.
-I would not remove you your pallet. If you do not remove me mine. We do not have to choose. The future will say us which one is the best painter, here all to us.