"You know, I actually have. I wanna make him something super special. Maybe a home-cooked meal and people to burn – I’m kidding on the last part of that, I swear!“
“I believe most people feel that way about their mothers. But when I met you before you agreed to leave with me, you were by yourself. The only person you talked to was a Spirit, and you’ve avoided getting close to people. You also hate humans. The only big difference is that you have a family. As far as family goes for me, I don’t consider the Asakuras my family.”
霊 —;; “Are we really that much alike…?” he muttered, before he simply gazed at the other and one question came to mind. “Onii-chan… I’m an Asakura… Am I… Family?” he asked, he wasn’t so sure he’d enjoy the answer however.
He blinked momentarily at the other boy, surprise stealing his features at his actions more so than his words. It faded quickly, and he knew he could explain this honestly. It wasn’t his intention to destroy them anyway, really. They were Shamans. Humans were the cause of both their problems.
His hand held back, the smile returning to his face. “I’m not going to harm your family. I have plans to destroy the humans, but the world I’ve dreamed of creating… is one of Shamans. A world where those fools who can’t even value their own existence will cease to exist, and everyone else remaining will understand each other. But those two are not all you have. As long as I’m still standing, that is.”
霊 —;; “A world of just shamans…?" he whispered his eyes wide in pure shock, before that wide grin would spread. "Nobody could be ever be called ‘weird’ or be called a 'freak’ because we’d all have powers!" he was excited now and very happy about this idea.
"I’ll tell you what! No matter what I’ll help see this idea come true! I wanna help you okay? S-so I’ll follow you! L-let’s be friends… O-okay?” For the first time, hope had started to bloom in his heart.
kingofspiritsandflames inquired: Twilight Princess: Our muses are trapped in dark and light worlds. Mine can see yours, but yours can’t see or hear mine. What is said?
霊 —;; Why had this happened…? He didn’t understand at all, how this came to be. One moment he’d been at Hao’s side the next he was alone. “Oniichan…? Jack…? Himani…?” His whispers fell flat as he sat down, his head on his knees. He gazed out at the area.
“Oniichan… You promised… You promised to save me…! To protect me! Is this your freedom!?" he demanded as tears ran down his face, he pulled out a dagger he held made of ice. "Oniichan.. Oniichan…" He wanted to go home, but he had no way home… Why did the other not come save him? "Good-bye…" he whispered, tears falling as he laid on his side, holding that dagger close.
No, he didn’t kill himself, but he’d waste his life away… Waiting here for his rescue. He had to have that rescue soon he was growing hungry and loneliness was eating his heart to nothing once again. I’ll wait forever if I have to, please hurry, Oniichan. I need you at my side.
{霊} —;; Oniichan means so much to me! He took me in, stole me away from my parents and teaches me so much about the world outside. He’s taught me how to be a better shaman, and he’s teaching me what real freedom is. I want to be able to help him in whatever he chooses to do, so I’ll have to get really strong so as to stand at his side always.
霊 —;; Crawls into Hao’s bed to snuggle close to his older brother. He still missed home and the familiarity of his brother helped him feel more secure and safe.
“I brought you here to help you. I’ll do what I can to make sure you stay happy here.” Everyone supported each other in this group, and over time, Hao was sure they would begin doing the same for Yoh. He didn’t know if the Asakura family would forgive Yoh for leaving… but if they didn’t, Hao would still be there. This boy was half of him, after all. Strangely enough, Yoh’s sadness… would often become his own.
霊 —;; Moments like this, he was certain would have him very glad he’d taken initiative and left home. “Oniichan, don’t worry, we’ll be here for each other, alright?" He gave a gentle smile, trying to comfort him now.
He shifted over and pulled Yoh in, arms closing behind the boy’s back to keep him in the requested hug. “I know… I know that feeling.” He missed his mother as well, no matter where else he was. And… even with all these people around him.
霊 —;; “Thank you… Oniichan." He couldn’t help but relax, arms to wrap around his brother, he still missed his mother terribly, still missed his home. But he also knew, that somehow everything’d would work out, would fall gently into place.
