Chapter VI

Revolution

At The Shaman Council there was a critical situation. It was the first time the evil Asakura had managed to damage the Great Spirit. Even if he was defeated once again, the GS interrupted its contact with the material world and its external links needed to be reattached once again.

There was needed for a great summoner, somebody known for its great abilities to open the gates between the two worlds. The Takhashi family.

Although Akira Takahashi had powerful genes that even made her husband to take her family name, she still was known for her unconventional way of living. She was the kind of powerful woman who would lead her own path through the spirit world and expand her views. Not being ashamed of having materialistic pleasures and defiantly never refusing money, because it was a great tool for manipulating foolish people to do what she wanted.

This is why The Great Council stood a long time on their thoughts before they would call for her help. Having such reduced founds they wouldn't be surprised if Akira would make them bankrupt.

Goldva, after taking his time and adopting his serious posture, stood in front of the tall long blonde-haired woman who was waiting impatiently.

"How much?" he finally asked, expecting a reasonable answer.

Akira adopted a lofty position exposing her flawless body with good defined curves. A sparkle could easily be seen in her green eyes.

"600.000 yens" she answered promptly. "No negotiating."

For Goldva this was something unsurprising from a Takahashi member. Still, it wasn't something they couldn't handle.

"Agreed" he said, slightly relieved the discussion was over. But then a slight smirk blossomed on her thick lips.

"Alright, now that we settled my payment, you should procure the money for the restoring process. Don't worry, it is only 1.200.000 yen, and that's because I need less material."

The smoke was rising from the ashtray in a grey twine. Another finished cigarette and an impatient flame emerged from the lighter.

The lips blew out a smoking veil which was covering her thoughts.

Rilury smoked half a package already. She hasn't done this in a long time and her lungs were already screaming for help.
But she didn't care. She didn't even know why she smoked. Perhaps to distract her from her feelings that already soaked her tears.

"We usually indulge ourselves in those vices to kind of forget about our problems. We harm our body to tell our mind to be more concerned about its health. If selfishness is what makes us suffer, then we use it to redirect our concern."

The voice from her mind wasn't hers. It was an old friend who was finally breaking out from her buried memories.

A year ago, she was 14 and an introverted kind of girl with no friends at school. Because of her good grades her classmates considered her a dork and distanced themselves from her.

But there was one girl, with purple short hair and black eyes, always dreaming to see the whole world. Her name was Yume.

She didn't remember how exactly they became friends. One thing she surely knew is that she approached her.

At first they would slack off. Usually bored of the small town they were living in, smoking together under a cherry blossom tree, discussing about the world they were living in.

One day, out of a sudden, they decided to run in the world. And they did. Perhaps they smoked or drank too much. Perhaps they were only bored: Yume was an orphan and Rilury felt like one, with her father who left when she was 8 and never gave any signs, and her mother always traveling abroad.

And so they did, just the two of them. With her spirit abilities that Rilury had, they managed to hide in a plane that went to Europe. The first thing they visited was not the Eiffel tower, neither Berlin or The Big Ben. It was a teknival.

There Rilury met a whole bunch of people which wanted to connect with the wild. They were accepting each other the way they were and living on unmaterialistic principles.

Bonding with the earth and sky, feeling the sunlight on their skin and borrowing the Earth's color.

They got themselves accepted by this kind of a group. After a few teknivals in the wildness, exploring the transilvanian forests, the Alps and the Balck Forrest, always changing the locations and sleeping in beautifully painted tents, Rilury was starting to feel a bit worried about her mother.

The group went to India, near Tibet. It was then, when on the Asian continent again, Rilury admitted her homesick to Yume. Even if her father wasn't from Japan, she still missed her home more than ever.

Yume achieved her dreams. She was happy there, but she also understood her friend. People were different because otherwise the world wouldn't have been as colorful as it is. And each one had a different path of happiness. Yume gave her two black starps carved with pastelized leaves.

"Go and be in peace Rilury. You are a star and I hope those strings will help you go up on the sky." She said and gave her a soft hug.

She went home, and there was her mother waiting for her. Presumingly she returned earlier from her trip. She only looked at her a bit frowned. Rilury was afraid and quietly awaiting to be scolded.

"Pack your things. We're moving to Tokyo."

That was the only thing Akira said. The big capital of Japan was also the place where her grandfather also lived and would usually train her in her short field trips, because her power was something the old man had much knowledge more than anyone else. And now she received a more intensive training. But when the Shaman Fight began, her mother forbade her to visit her grandpa anymore and also her entering in the contest. It was a bummer, and Akira answered shortly to her daughter's interminable questions:

"You are yet too weak. Those shamans aren't like those rave people you saw there. They would not hesitate to kill you."

Rilury remained then silent and accepted those barriers. She missed the Tournament, even if she wanted to participate in more than ever. She became lonely after then and wished herself that she never returned home.

And then, one day, she found the device of her mother, usually functioning like a GPS. It had the location already set, and she decided to run again from home.

But this time, she wished she never did. The choices she made by herself were always the worst. And now there was nothing she could change.

Another cigarette smoked. She always seemed the good girl type, and this vice probably didn't suit her. A cough broke from her lungs and she hit the ashtray from the railing.

The boy found in the desert. He was one of those shamans her mother told her about. He broke her trust and leaved her in her isolated mind.

It fell and torn into pieces. Her ashtray heart.

The two stars of destruction, Rago and Keito, appeared on the burdened black sky. Each one announcing that the fate of the world must be decided once again.

In Funbari Hills, a brown-haired boy, stargazing in the cemetery, smiled calmingly.

A little African girl saw the stars which were lightening a familiar figure's face, divinizing it again. It had the boy's same hair color and a warm smile.

"Hao-sama!" Opacho ran towards him. He felt relieved because she was the only lost friend Hao managed to find again.

A pack of cigarettes fell off the tile of the balcony. A gleaming of hope made Rilury's eye color more vivid than ever.

In the middle of the night, an old man received a visit from his granddaughter.

"What makes you think that I've changed my mind?" her mother asked coming from behind.

Rilury startled but she shortly regained her firm position.

"I'm sorry mother, but this time you can't tell me what to do anymore. Because now I have a reason to fight for and you cannot stop me no matter what you do."

"You want to fix a mistake, don't you?" she asked smirking.

She was afraid for a second, but then she let it go.

"What I want to do if none of your business, I can handle it myself."

Her mother watched her untouched as she made this rebellious act. She walked to her with an imposing figure. Then she sighed relieved.

"Finally, it was the time you would grow up."

"Eh?" Rilury asked surprised.

"Pfft, I outraged my mother when I was only thirteen! And I also ran in the world and had the guts to tell her so."

"Mom!" she said annoyed.

"Oh, there's nothing to be ashamed of. You did inherit a part of that wimp's genes." She laughed.

"Gah!"

"Now, now, stop being so beetle. You have a lot of training to recover!" she said, proudly smiling.

Rilury also smiled while being slowly chucked on her head.

She regained that assertive look and this time her eyes borrowed the light from the stars.

To be continued...

Yeah, after this chapter the true action will finally start. Sorry for those ones being so boring, but I first wanted to psichically prepare my characters for what's coming ;'D. Trust me, I have a looot prepared for them.