Black and White
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Chapter 5 : Old Friend
"Remember this Mikan, when you meet someone whose name is Ioran Hyuuga, quickly give out your name, he could, and would certainly help you."
"Alright Ruka, I'll do that. But how do I meet him?"
Ruka smiled. "If you keep going to the track I have shown you just now, you will definitely meet him."
"How can you be so sure?" Mikan frowned, thinking.
Ruka shrugged. "Just see, Mikan. You'll meet him."
"Ioran.. Hyuuga?" Mikan repeat the man's name with some stammering. Her eyes wide and round, unbelieving look clearly shown on both of her eyes.
The man – Ioran – tilted his head a bit. "Is there something wrong with my name, child?"
"Ah, I am Mikan Yukihara!"
This time surprise look passed Ioran's face as another gentle smile bloom on his lips. "Mikan Yukihara? Yuka's daughter?"
Mikan slowly nodded, feeling foreign of her own mother's name. "Yes, that's me."
"Thank goodness I finally found you." Ioran said, giving Mikan a brief hug. "I've heard all the things that has happened in the central town, you should really come with me now."
"Alright, Mr. Hyuuga."
Ioran chuckled. "Just call me uncle. It's fine."
Mikan nodded, but she doesn't answer anymore since she is busy packing up all of her scattered things.
"Do you know anything about mother?" Mikan ask as she pulled up her bag.
Ioran's eyes softened. "My late wife used to be her bestfriend, child. I know quite much about her."
"Can you tell me about her?" She asked timidly, looking down to the ground.
"Anything for you child, anything." Ioran replied as he start to walk, continuing his journey.
"Your mother is a princess, I think you already know that?"
Mikan nodded while keep walking, following Ioran's path. "I know. Auntie has told me before."
Ioran nodded. "Your mother is a respectful princess. She has everything in her to be a perfect one. She is beautiful beyond words, graceful like a swan, gentle and kind just like an angel, smiling all the time, smart and wise, there is nothing imperfect on her. Everybody love her, adore her, worship her. Even her parents were proud of her. But she was unhappy, behind all the smiling face she has shown there were many sad feelings."
"Why? Why she was sad, uncle? She should be satisfied with her life right? She has everything everybody wanted to." Mikan replied, confused.
Ioran smiled, thinking that Yuka's child is really innocent, just like her back then. "No, child. Ever heard words saying that money can't buy happiness?"
"Yes, I know that money can't buy happiness, but she has everything, beauty, brain, perfect manner, being love by the people, respected, what else did she want?"
"Love." Ioran stated simply, watching as Mikan's eyes grow wide and her mouth shaped into a perfect 'o'
"How could she fall in love with a Black Tribe in the first place?"
"Well, because I am a Black Tribe, I can tell you everything about it."
"Y-You are from the Black Tribe!" Mikan shouted in surprise, jumping back at the same time.
"Child, there is nothing wrong with the Black Tribe, all of the scary stories been told about it in your Tribe, the White Tribe, are totally wrong. They just made for us to keep fighting and never made a peace." Ioran told Mikan gently. "And you are a Black Tribe too, Mikan. Your father's blood runs in your body, you can't deny it."
"But I look just fine! Everybody thought that I'm from White Tribe!" Mikan countered defensively.
Ioran chuckled. "Do you know how to identify a Black Tribe?"
Mikan shook her head sheepishly. "No, I don't."
"Then how did you know that you look just like a White Tribe?"
"Uhh.. Auntie told me?"
Ioran chuckled again. "Let me explain it for you then. A White Tribe, just like its name, the elves in the White Tribe always have light colored features, just like Nogi's family, while the Black Tribe's always have dark colored features. Look at my eyes for example, although they are green, they aren't light green, but dark green."
"I see." Mikan mumbled softly. "Then, what gives me away as a Black Tribe?"
"Your skin." Ioran answered. "Your pale skin isn't the features of White Tribe. The White Tribe's suppose to have sun kissed skin or rosy colored. Pale skin is owned only by the Black Tribes."
Mikan take a good look at her skin. After uncle Ioran talked about it, she finally realized that her skin doesn't glow like Ruka's. It is more.. well, pale. Just like a vampires' skin.
"Not many people could notice the diffrence between the White Tribe's skin and the Black Tribe's, but for sure, your Queen Luna can. She would knew you have Black Tribe's blood as soon as she sees you." Ioran continued with serious expression this time.
"I see.. then I should go with you to the Black Tribe base camp now?"
Ioran nodded. "Yes, you will hide in my house."
Mikan bit her lower lip. "But what if there is someone from Black Tribe who recognize me as a White Tribe?"
Ioran smiled. "Please, don't worry. They are all kind. Not like the White's, we, the Black Tribe, can tolerate any kind of living creatures who has a Black Tribe's blood flowing in its bloodveins. Moreover, your father is a known man in our Tribe, they should respect you as his child."
"Are you sure, Uncle? What if they hurt me?" Mikan ask softly, unsure.
"No, they won't dare to do that." Ioran shook his head. "I will have their head if they dare to lay a finger on you."
Mikan smiled a bit. "Thank you so much, Uncle. You help me a lot!"
"You are most welcome, child."
"Now lets see the wound on your upper arm. Take a seat here, Mikan."
Mikan slowly take a seat while observing her surrounding.
Right now, she is in the living room – she thinks – and she is sitting on a long wooden chair in front of a big window which giving a full view of the swaying trees. There aren't many things in the living room. There are only several chairs, sofas, and a big bookshelves full of old books.
"All of the Black Tribe's houses are like this?" Mikan ask curiously while Ioran busy applying some ointment to her wounds.
Ioran chuckled. "Made from wood and have many trees? Yes. There even some elves who choose to build a tree house."
"It's really different from the White Tribe's."
Ioran smiled. "Of course, because we are really different from them. While the White's choose to live in a big city, living in mansions, or big houses like that, we, the Black's choose to live close to nature, since they help us in many things too."
Mikan frowned, confusion written all over her face. "Nature helps you?"
Ioran chuckled again. "You'll see, child. If you have settled down here, I'll teach you deeper about the elves, about their power, and the unique thing about being a blend like you."
Although Mikan didn't fully understand what Ioran has been talking about, she just nodded and her eyes are back to observing her surroundings.
"There, it's done. Your upperarm's wound should be healed by around 4 or 5 days. But the little ones, they should have been healed around 2 or 3 days."
"Thank you so much, uncle. You really help me a lot." Mikan beamed up to Ioran.
Ioran laughed and pat Mikan's head. "I just fullfilled my promise to my late wife, that I will take care of you if anything happen to Yuka or Izumi."
Mikan bit her lower lip, hesitating. "Uncle?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think mother is still alive?" Mikan's voice was nearly unheard.
Ioran sighed and put away the medical box. "I don't know, child. I don't want to assume false thing about the lives of the others. But you should know whether your mother still alive or not."
"How?" Mikan frowned again, can't understand this old man talking.
Ioran smiled again while shaking his head. "You will know how. Just wait with patience."
Mikan sighed. "Patience sure is a hard thing."
Ioran chuckled. "Please wait here while I put away the first aid box and fix some food to eat."
"Of course, Uncle. Thank you so much!" Mikan smiled widely.
After Ioran vanished behind the door, Mikan start to walk around and take a look closely at the beautiful furniture.
All of them are carved fresh from the big trees, and they are polished in such a way that Mikan has never seen, which make it so breathtaking.
But after a while walking and observing around, she get tired and choose to take a seat on one of the sofas.
Mikan's eyes are nearly closed because of the tiredness and sleepiness when suddenly the front door opened quite harshly and a boy around her age, or perhaps older, walk in while carrying some firewoods.
The boy has a broad shoulder and a muscled body, Mikan could clearly see it since he wears a black shirt with no sleeves. He has a messy raven hair, and a really pale skin – typical Black Tribe's – and he is barefooted, not wearing any shoes or sandals.
"Father?" The boy called out, his voice is really deep and melodic at the same time.
He looked around, trying to find his father perhaps, when his sight finally fall on an innocent looking girl who look so much like a White Tribe sitting carelessly on his favorite sofa, while looking curiously at him.
"What are you doing here?" The boy growled fiercely as he suddenly feels rage flowing through his body. He dropped the firewoods easily in front of the fire place while walking with long step to where the girl was seated.
Mikan was surprised. She jumped and cowered in fear as soon as the boy started to talk and walk towards her.
"I said, what are you doing here?!" He growled once more time, slamming his hand on the sofa, making an echo sound throughout the house.
Mikan's eyes are wide while her mouth was moving uncontrollably, trying to find a suitable words to answer the angry boy.
"I-I-I was here because of your father." Mikan squeaked fearfully as she grab the sofa until her knuckles turn white since she is scared to hell.
"Liar! My father won't invite a White like you!" spat the boy in disdain as his stunning crimson eyes which look like fiery pools boring into Mikan's.
"Natsume! Enough!" Ioran's voice was heard as the boy's body suddenly vanish from Mikan's sight.
"What are you doing, father? You threw me!" The boy half shouted, rubbing his sore back since his father throw him to the side none to gently.
"Be nice to her! She is your mother's bestfriend's daughter!"
The boy – Natsume – sneered at Mikan as he stand up slowly. "I can't be nice to her. I hate her to the core!" He said venomously, then walked away.
Ioran sighed and took a seat beside Mikan, while Mikan was still staring wide eyed at the vanishing figure behind the nearby door, feeling shocked.
"I'm sorry, child. He is my son, older than you by 2 years I guess. You are 18 right?" Ioran asked gently.
Mikan blinked her eyes, trying to overcome her fear, confusion, and shock at the same time. "Yes, yes I am 18." She paused for a moment. "Did I do something wrong to him?"
Ioran shook his head. "No. It's because his mother, my late wife."
"I'm sorry?" Mikan ask again as she didn't understand what Ioran is talking about.
Ioran give out a small smile. "If you wish to understand, then let me tell you the story from several years ago, about your past, or to be exact, your parents' past."
Done!
Newroz : Of course ;D She has met him now lol.
PennYnnep : They finally meet now ~ but not in a good terms though. Hope you like the diffrence between the Black and the White XD
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Anilissa : Lol. Yeah, its nearly there. If you guess now, your guess would be a hit on :D You are right XD He does come from the black tribe =D Yeah, i will sure add Ruka again soon into the story ~
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