Chapter eleven: epilogue
One year later
The sun lays down on the hill of Fumbari, colouring the world and the sky of a mixture of hot colour: pink, yellow, and a point of red and orange has created a space of peace and well-being on this inn where Yoh and Anna lives. The young shaman, lengths on a sofa of black colour, looks at television without much interest. The Itako joins him, coiling herself against him, seeking the shelter of his arms.
-Does it go? she asks him. You have the air lost in your thoughts.
The boy looks her a long time in the eyes before taking a deep breathing, as if he awakes of a long sleep.
-I'm fine, do not worry.
-You do not think of it yet, isn't it?
He avoids her accusing glance, scanning the Moon which roses now outside.
-Hum...
-When thus will you cease? It is not really any more with the style of the day you know it, no?
The boy raises the shoulders.
-Hum...
The young Itako shakes the head, marks of her dissension.
-I do not understand why...
The boy asks her not to continue of an epic of the hand.
-Stops please. I do not reconsider so that it occurred one year ago. Finally not directly. Just...
-You think of him?
He agrees.
-I wonder...Why doesn't he reappear any more.
-Perhaps...he decides to leave us finally quiet...I do not know.
-Not really his kind, don't you believe?
The girl has well to recognize it.
-I do not have really an explanation either, but...I will not feel sorry for it. He does not miss me especially, if you want all to know.
-Neither to me. But I cannot prevent myself from thinking of him...
Yoh's spirit sets out again one year behind. With this famous meeting on the hill, the last which he has had with his elder brother, all-powerful Hao. He has never spoken about that with anybody, except with Anna ,one of the first concerned. He has not be able to solve there It seems to him that this discussion has sealed a kind of pact between his brother and himsefl. As if this promise which they have been made is to regulate their different forever, as if it is finally to enable them to live, each one on their side, separated from the obligations which they have one towards the other. Hao has passed a pact with his young brother, and, as opposed to what himself waited, he has lost, and Yoh has carried the heart of the Itako. No. Not like that...He refuses to speak about her like price of a contest. She is not a side of meat, not an object which one gains while playing lottery. She has chosen, only, and has returned towards him. And he is happy of this end.
-Not the first price of a lottery...
He tightens Anna in his arms, while the Moon is reflected outside in the small pond, pretence to bless these two young people. A shade cuts out above, wearing a long cape floating with the wind, of long black hair framing his silhouette.
-You are a better painter than me, little brother...
He is diverted and disappears in the shade, without nobody seeing him.
END