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And I am not Japanese and I don't live in Japan and the cities I use are from a map in my Geo book. So if I get something wrong please forgive me.
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It was late night and an air of gloom hung over the Asida mansion.
Twelve year old Wakana sat on her bed, beside her Ishara lay crying herself to sleep. But Wakana just sat there. Her face expressionless. She sat recalling what her mother had made her promise.
"Protect your sister as long as you can and never let that smile leave your face. Promise?"
"Promise."
"Now, go to bed, be a good girl."
"G-g-good B-b-ye, Okaa-san." Wakana said, tears almost choking her.
The conversation was still fresh in her mind. The phone rung, making her jump.
"Hello?" she said into the receiver. "Hey." A familiar voice replied "I knew it! You're still up, blaming yourself or acting all miserable."
"Shut up, Bakka."
"Don't deny it, Wakana, I have known you for like 8 years. I know how you think."
"I just wish we didn't have to pay for what our ancestors did, that's all."
"If you need anything just call, k?
"Sure, but what are you doing up this late Shenji? At least I have a valid excuse."
"Hush, my mom doesn't know!"
Wakana giggled.
"OK, goodnight."
Wakana went to bed and fell in to a long dreamless sleep, which often is the best kind of sleep a person can get. The next morning the sun shone brightly and both sisters woke up feeling refreshed and more cheerful than the day before. Sakaura served them breakfast and Aoi cleaned up the rooms.
Later, in the evening Ishara sat in the huge garden and gazed up at the large wall that surrounded the whole Asida estate and then noticed her sister walking on the wall.
Ishara often felt envious of her sister, the way her body was perfectly balanced as she walked effortlessly over the 20 feet high and narrow wall. She was so agile and nimble. "But me," Ishara thought "I'm such a nerd plus I wear glasses!" .From the ground Sakaura was yelling "Please, hime-san, get down. You will fall and hurt your self!"
"Stop being such a worry wart! I'll be fine." Wakana shouted back in a sing song voice then hopped on to the branch of the nearest tree and jumped down with the grace and agility of a yokai. Aoi came out of the house and said "Mistress, Shenji-san called. He said that he along with his brother will be coming over."
"Oh!" Wakana said perking up.
"Oh joy!" Ishara said sarcastically. It was not as though she disliked Shenji but Kangin always got on her nerves.
"Hey Wakana, Ishara!" a voice called. Ishara looked and saw Shenji, wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans, coming towards them through the front gate.
"Good to see you, Shenji-nee!" she acknowledged his greeting. Behind him came a boy also wearing a casual t-shirt and jeans. His hair was a messy dark brown color. Just the sight of him made Ishara sneer.
The boy behind Shenji looked at Wakana and said "Nice to see you Wakana nee-chan." then he directed his gaze towards Ishara. "'Sup, Harry Potter?"
"Ugh! Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Cuz you have green eyes, black hair and glasses. If that's not Harry Potter I don't know what is and teasing you is fun." Answered Kangin very solemnly. Ishara rolled her eyes.
Shenji interrupted their mini-fight and told Kangin "Do you know that when a guy constantly teases or picks a fight with a girl, it usually means he LIKES her!"
When Kangin turned a deep shade of red, his older sibling started to laugh hard.
"N-n-no Nee-chan, it's not like that!"
Wakana, who was standing behind Shenji, giggled and said "Alright whatever you say!"
"N-no!" Ishara protested too.
Shenji was only teasing his brother because those two always bickered. The only thing they had in common was their interest in Yokai. They found stuff to argue about even there. "Here we go again." Wakana murmured and jerked Shenji out of his thoughts. He saw that the two of them were arguing about Nurarihyon.
"He is just an old man who steals food."
"No way, he is the lord of pandemonium! Legend has it that he even defeated the great fox of Kyoto!"
"Right, legend there is no proof!"
"Why do I even bother talking to you, Kangin?"
"Cuz you're dumb."
"You're dumber!"
"You're the dumbest!"… and so on and so on.
-THREE YEARS LATER-
"This is the last ten minutes of the match!" the commentator shouted into the microphone. "The Hanshin private school team is just one goal away from their first national victory in almost three years! Can they win it?"
Inside the stadium there was a hush of anxiety and excitement. Ishara, Shenji and Kangin sat on the bleachers. "She can win this for us" Ishara thought out loud. "Yes!" Kangin agreed. As the whistle went off the other team's goalie kicked the ball towards his team member but before the ball could even touch the ground Wakana caught it in mid flight. She kicked it towards her team member in the same instant. The team member and Wakana both began to run towards the other team's goal. The other team member got blocked and passed the ball to Wakana and she put all of her energy in to one shot and sent it flying at an unprecedented rate. The ball went straight into the net and as soon as she scored the whistle blew to show that the match was over. "We've won…" she murmured first then shouted "WE'VE WON!". The whole stadium erupted in cheers.
The whole team gathered around Wakana and lifted her up. Later the captain of the other team even came up to her and said "We had an amazing time playing against you guys. And you are a very good player; I never thought girls could be so good at sports."
Later that day the four friends had a pizza dinner, still congratulating Wakana on her victory. Those were good days, but everyone knows even if you smile happiness never lasts long. Could this be the calm before another tragic storm?
Before they knew it another happy three years passed but every delight must come to an end
Wakana sat on the kitchen counter. She wasn't worried. There was something strangely comforting about knowing when you would die and she had only that day to live. She thought it was ok. Shenji was moving to another town with his parents so she wouldn't have anyone but Ishara or maybe Sakaura and Ayoi to talk to. She needed to get her affairs in order. Couple of hours later the door bell rung. In came a young man, about eighteen or nineteen. His hair was brown and was uncombed and messy; his face was ridden with worry. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up half-way, revealing strong muscles. He was very handsome, the kind of boy a high school girl drools over. Though his friend was as beautiful as he was handsome, the curse apoun her family made her a little unpopular. "You wanted to talk to me about something important?" Shenji asked Wakana in hushed voice. "Yes but let's not talk about it here. Let's go somewhere else."
"Oh, OK." He said as Wakana grabbed his hand. He liked the way her warm skin felt on his fingers but this was going to be the last time, he knew it but tried not think about it too much because it hurt.
She took him to a hill that over looked the mansion. She looked around to see if she was being followed. She turned to face him then reached into her pocket and took out an envelope. She handed it to Shenji and said. "This is for Ishara; it's some money from my father's accounts. It will cover for her education and medical expenses when I am gone. I entrust my little sister to you. Take her with you when you guys move tomorrow, OK?"
"What are you talking about?" Shenji asked as she thrust the envelope into his hands. He opened it and sweat dropped when he saw the amount inside. "Wakana are you crazy?"
"What?"
"This is twenty million yen, TWENTY MILLION!"
"Yeah, is it too less? It is only a fraction of what my father left for me in his will. I can give more."
"No. It is more than enough. I don't need it." He said as he threw it back to her. "You keep it, I'll take good care of Ishara don't you worry. I won't need any money."
Wakana started to sob, she pulled her friend closer and buried her face in his chest. "You're the greatest friend a person could have." She said, her voice muffled.
'oh Wakana, you will never know how much I love you." Shenji thought quietly. He looked at the sunset, knowing that as soon as it disappeared from the horizon his friend's time would be up.
-That night. -
Wakana sat in the room which farthest from the bedrooms. The room was only illuminated by a few candles awaiting her death.
On the same hill that she had stood on was a man with black hair that stood out of his head in a gravity defying way. He stood on the absolute edge of the hill where one slip of the foot will lead you hurtling towards your death. "So this is the house. Are you sure of it, Kubi-nashi?" the man asked. "Yes Rihan-sama. Every six years a resident of this house dies mysteries, some say it is a curse but I believe that it is the work of an Ayakashi."
"Is that so…." Rihan said in his normal gloomy, uninterested voice.
'Rihan-sama' Kubi-nashi thought, rather depressed 'I wish you would find someone to make you happy again."
But Kubi-nashi did not know how soon his wish would come true.
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