Hello! This chapter takes place entirely in Genkai's point of view. This will hopefully offer more of an explanation of why Genkai agreed to train her in the first place, and offer insight on the power Gavriella isn't aware yet that she has. Thank you for your patience with the pacing of this story, and thank you for the favorites, the follows, the reviews... you lads and ladies are awesome!

Genkai's Point of View

Today had proven more fruitful than I had expected. Gavriella was exceeding my expectation of her physical abilities, but her power had yet to surface. With Yusuke, I only had to push him and he reacted on his own, but with Gavriella... she wasn't reacting the way I had expected. She was a good kid, but I assumed with her temper that she would only need to be pushed, picked on here and there and made to feel mentally drained before her power would start acting up in anger or defense. So far she had proved resilient to baiting.

What would it take to awaken her abilities?

Working her physically was doing wonders for her appetite, no surprise, which was allowing her to sleep better. The girl seemed to forget that these were essential to her survival, or for her to excel in her training, but it was something I was confident that she would continue outside of her time here. Her schoolwork was a direct link to her mental state, but providing her with constant stress in her work only increased her base understanding, and as a result was slowly increasing her confidence. It did nothing to bring out her awareness of whatever it was that was growing inside of her.

"I didn't come all of this way to train under you and I didn't come because I want you to give me all of the answers for how to live my life. I came because my cousin told me you could tell me what is happening to me. I need to know what's causing this... this... accidenti!"

That temper tantrum she had thrown had caused my cup of tea to fly off of the table, the tea splaying out in tendrils, but only for a moment. It had been years since I had seen an untrained psychic able to move an element and control it without conscious knowledge of it. It had been brief, but the burst of spirit energy was unmistakeable. My interest was peaked immediately. Anger. Frustration. These things had forced out energy she wasn't aware of let alone could control. Anger and frustration should have caused it to awaken again, to come out. But so far, she was just a kid with untapped spiritual awareness that was training under me. She held her tongue for the most part, she was respectful, and she loved to debate and hear my opinions on subjects she was learning with school. She was a normal teenager in every aspect if it wasn't for the potential hidden just under her skin.

I needed to think of what else she could have been feeling when she controlled the water in my tea. I needed to draw it out, and that singular emotion that I was missing was the key.

There was a crash, almost on cue, and I sighed, irritated that my meditation was cut short. Unlike certain blondes within the compound, meditation was key to my sanity.

She was lying on her cot, a layer of sweat coating her. The glass that had held her water was across the room lying on the ground, the water itself focused in little beads hovering around the room. This was the third nightmare that had caused her to exhibit this power, and the first to focus it so directly around her. I watched her a moment, her chest rising and falling, her sheet on the floor, her hands clutching at the mattress in desperation to hold onto something.

Desperation.

I had been thinking too low scale.

She started to convulse in front of me, like she was choking, gasping for breath. This was different from the last two times I had come in to calm her mind, where she had fought me and woken me up screaming. I knelt beside her, catching her hand when it flew back at me, finding myself launched into a world of vibrant colors. Kuwabara had mentioned that this was the reason she had come to me, but it still took me by surprise. Flames of blue and white surrounded us, burning low but solid, the fire closest to the coals. I was unsurprised by what I found, as this was familiar to me, but I was unsettled at the fact that this was the sanctuary in my own mind.

I rested her hand back down beside her when her breathing calmed, feeling the world shift back to normal. I held my head, waiting for my vision to stop spinning, and checked her vitals. That was uncomfortable. I did not take Kuwabara seriously when he told me about this.

I sat back, finishing my examination, and watched her. There was nothing physically wrong with her, which was a relief, but that still did not explain this ability. I had never heard of anyone being able to enter another person's mind, the core of who they are, with a simple touch. This was the most intriguing event that had happened in the last fifty years. Maybe I ought to get out more.

Gavriella had exhibited a fascinating awareness of where I was at all times, which was an unexpected result for, at the time, only three days of training. It made sense that her power was growing internally as well, feeding on the energy she was growing and strengthening to be able to use it when it awoke. The beads of water drew closer to her as the nightmare appeared to progress, like they were drawn to whatever was going on in her mind, or protecting her from something. Her hands stayed clenched at her sides this time, still choking for breath.

"Papà... papà per favore!" She gasped, her back arching as she struggled in her mind, her head starting to turn from side to side.

'You poor child.' I resisted the urge to touch her arm, not wishing for a repeat just yet, deciding that she had had enough. Whatever happened to this girl, it was now my direct business. I moved behind her and rested my hands on either side of her head, allowing my energy to flow through them and begin to calm her mind.

Her breathing began to regulate, color finding its way back to her face. The beads of water began falling one by one onto the floor, her mind relaxing its hold on them. Her brow smoothed, and her hands finally relaxed their clawing into the cot. I covered her with the fallen sheet, picked up her discarded glass and cleaned up the water around the room before I turned off the lights and left her to better dreams and better sleep.

Tomorrow I would break my rule and get her to talk about whatever it is that scares her so much. This fear could be the key I've been looking for, the way to force her into desperation to unlock her potential. But for now, I was going to drink some tea, reflect on the progress that was being made over the last few weeks, and possibly get some sleep.

Translation:

Papà = daddy

per favore = please