Note: This chapter is from Shaka’s point of view. Meaning we’re actually gonna have a look inside this blonde’s head. Mwa ha ha ha ha…
When she had turned her gaze to me, I politely nodded. “My name is Virgo Shaka.” I said. I looked at her, my surprise masked when she looked at me. Her blue eyes shining at me with a peculiar light. I watched her take off her glasses. She looked at me with eyes unclouded by the glint of the glass covering them. “Did you say your name was Shaka?” she asked, almost breathlessly. I turned my head in her direction and nodded, not knowing the consequences when I did. “Yes. My name is Shaka.” I answered. She looked at me; her lower lip seemed to quiver a little. She bit her lip and her left eye twitched. I didn’t tell her that it did, knowing that I might offend this young girl. And I still had my questions to ask. I don’t need her to hate me before I even ask them. “I see.” She said, repeating past words. “Shaka…when did you start your training as a Saint?” she asked me, her eyes having a strange twinkle in them. I nearly opened my eyes when I opened my mouth to answer her. It felt strange. I never open my eyes unless I feel threatened. How could I feel threatened by this girl? How? “Six.” I said simply. She stared at me in disbelief. “Six.” She repeated. I sighed mentally. This girl tended to repeat a lot of things. Then I heard her say something very quietly in another language. “Il s’appelle Shaka…comme mon frere…et il a six ans quand…mais non…c’est impossible.” I cocked my head to the side. “Who left at six years?” I asked. A little curious about this girl more than about my questions. She looked at me bewilderment evident on her face. She smiled sadly and shook her head. “Oh, it’s nothing…really.” She said simply. “What was your name?” I asked, suddenly realizing I have never heard her name. She looked at me and smiled sweetly and angelically. Somehow when I looked at her, or rather sensed her more or less with my inner eye, I feel at ease and I have the urge to open my eyes. I just don’t know why. “I’m surprised that Shun or Hyoga didn’t tell you. My name is Keitalina…Keitalina Kusanagi.”
Kusanagi. Kusanagi the Demon Slaying family of Japan. One of the best exorcist families known around. I had that last name once when I was young. I had discarded it when I began my training as a Saint. It has been so long. So very long since I had heard that name…so long since I thought of mother…
Mother had been pregnant when I had left India to train in Greece. The local doctors said that she was going to give birth soon. I was learning the ways of Buddhism at the temples with the monks there. I took the teachings very seriously then, even though I was a small child. I took it all very strictly and solemnly. When this man appeared to me dressed in a strange attire saying he will teach me great things about gods and goddess and the like, I followed, not caring about the child that would be my sibling. How I regretted not knowing about it. The child. I am alone now. I feel alone. I feel the sadness. I keep up this cold shield because I am a Gold Saint and I must be composed at all times. But I can still feel the sting and what I had done.
When I was able to return to India once again, I was 16, my mother had died and so did my father. I found out from gathering information around the village which was my home that my sibling sister was still alive. I was a little relieved, but a little saddened when I had found out no one knew her location. All that I managed was the mentioning of my last name which I had almost forgotten. Kusanagi. So in my memories I had imprinted that name so I can search for her later on. Later on in life…
I frowned visibly when I noticed that Keitalina looked both too old and too young to be my long lost sister. She looked about 16. My sister should have been at least 14 or 15. This was very disappointing indeed. Very disappointing. But she reminded me of my mother so much though…Keitalina…The same warm, angelic expression…the same heart snatching smile…those entrancing sapphire blue eyes…Oh, Buddha…why can’t I find her? Why can’t I find the other one?
Shaka prepared his mind as a cosmo flared near him. He would soon be in mental company as Keitalina went back to talking to Camus.
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What is the matter Shaka? You seem a little distressed.
Dohko…I am only in contemplation.
You shouldn’t be in contemplation too much Shaka…you’re
liable to fall into a coma soon.
Dohko…please…
How do you find young Persea?
Persea? Oh, you mean this girl Keitalina…she’s
interesting I suppose…
Interesting eh…? Are you still contemplating about the
one who survived?
…Yes…I’m still thinking about her…
Well…if you’d like to know Persea told me the exact same
story when I first met her. Quite a story indeed. She’s looking for a lost
sibling as well.
……I see……
The strange thing is…I know who her older sibling is…but
I am not at liberty to tell her.
…Out of curiosity…who is her sibling?
…You’ll find out sooner or later…it’ll come in time…
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I shook my head as Dohko left my mind and Camus came next into conversation. Traces of the last mental conversation were left in my mind. Dohko knew a secret about this girl’s life and possibly to my own and yet he is not at liberty to tell about it? I respect Dohko and his decisions and they always have a reason for them, so I’ll do as he says and wait…for now. I’ll just have to find out sooner or later.
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What is the matter Shaka? You seem a little gloomier than usual.
Camus you know what I usually think about…
Hmm…you’re almost like Hyoga…except a little less
infatuated.
You mean the Cygnus Saint? How am I like him? I am –
Yes, yes…I know very well who you are. It’s just you two show
so much similarity nowadays.
I am not infatuated with my sister. I’ve never even met
her.
That’s the point, Shaka. You’re obsessed with something
that you’ve never even seen with your own two eyes and yet you still strive to
remember.
Aren’t we all, Camus? I mean…we’re all in a way
infatuated with Athena. Before the Holy Wars our masters and their masters
before were infatuated with Athena even though they have never seen her and we
had the same idea. And now she’s here. So I have no doubt that my sister will
show herself eventually.
If you say so, Shaka. But don’t blame me if you don’t
find her in the end…
I won’t Camus…I’ll just blame myself for being so
imperfect as a Saint and such an imperfect brother.
As you wish…I think we should be leaving soon. We should
meet with the young ones before we leave…it should be lunch by now…
Good idea…