The library
Things are never what they seem anymore. I had hoped that Youjakai had been turned around, with the defeat of Arago. I had hoped that after Mukara and the Kuroi Kikotei had been dealt with there would be no fighting. I suppose I was wrong.
I walked down the stair silently, hoping not to wake the boys. They had not slept much in the last week or so, and I did not want to disturb what little sleep they did get.
As I reached the landing, I felt a sudden pain in my back, as if something were stabbing me there and twisting the knife. I gasped, only making the pain worse. And then, as quickly as it had arrived the pain was gone, and I could breath once more. I heard thunder from outside, and walked toward the door thinking that there must be another storm coming. I looked outside, The stars glittered beautifully like diamonds. I frowned, stepping out over the treshold and closing the door quietly behind me. The thunder sound rumbled again. I looked about confused, at the clear sky, an earthquake perhaps? The sound was not right though, and I felt no power building within the earth.
I took a few steps away from the house, the noises reminded me of something, but I could not remember what. I was just about to turn and go back inside when something odd caught my eye. Something shining upon the ground. I stooped down to see what was reflecting the stars so beautifuly, thinking that it must be a small pool of water. I reached down to touch it.
Glass, cold glass, silver coloured mirror glass. I brushed some of the dirt away around it to reveal even more of the cool mirror. Before I could stop myself I was digging the dirt away from it, not caring if it caught under my nails and ruined them. I had to unearth that mirror, it was not a desire it had now become a need. Finally after a few more minutes of digging, I finally could pull the mirror out of the ground.
I sat there gazing down at it, thinking how beautiful it was with it's intricately carved silver frame, and it's clean shiny glass. I also noticed something else odd about it; the hand which was holding the looking glass had a strange tingle going through it all the way up to the elbow. It was almost as if it had some strange electrical power to it. Then something in the reflection moved.
There was a strange dark shape from behind some of the bushes which could be seen from behind me. I whirled around, but saw nothing. I brought my eyes back down to rest upon the mirror's glass, and gasped. There, where the reflection of my face should have been, was a ghostly image which kept shifting between three faces; an older man with white hair, a younger man with red-brown hair, and a girl with black hair. I nearly dropped it when the image began to speak.
"Yagyu Nasuti-san," the image said in a voice mixed of the three faces, "The Samurai Troopers will need your help very soon."
I sat back, thinking for a moment, trying to remember. They were dead, at least the men were, Kayura-san had not died, or so I thought at the time. "Why have you come to me?" I asked confused.
"we can not help them anymore, there must be a new guardian. With the three treasures found, the troopers shall be able to call upon their armors again very soon. . ."
"The three treasures?" I asked brushing a stray strand of my long red-brown hair away from my face.
"There is no time to explain," the image said fading slightly and waveringm, "you will understand in due time." The image wavered some more and then the two male faces vanished fully leaving only the face of Kayura.
"Please, Nasuti-san," she said looking very sad, "help to save the Masho," I did not notice the light that was blossoming a short ways in front of me as the girl spoke.
"I will, I promise that if it is in my power I will," I could tell that there was something wrong by what she said next.
"Tell the boys that I will miss them, and that I say goodbye to them," with those words I saw a tear slide down her face and her image vanished from the glass of the mirror.
I sat back, noticing the light before me. something was manifesting there floating in a beautiful white light. A staff, long and beautifuly crafted, with a gold top and six large gold rings upon it. The staff of the Kaosu. I looked at it confused, as it finished appearing and floated toward me. Then I understood, I was to be the guardian of the troopers, of the armors from this point on.
Once again the thunder rumbled.
The sound of thunder, I sat there at the the keyboard with my grandfather behind me standing, looking terribly worried. He was telling me to type something, something from the legends of youjakai. They were attacking, finally after hundreds and hundreds of years, they were attacking, and we had to find the armors of the samurai troopers in order to fight the evil.
The thunder sound rumbled again, but this time I knew that it was not really thunder, I knew now however that it was not thunder I was hearing, that it was the sounds of destruction from the city . . . the city.
I snapped out of the memories suddenly, and snatched the glowing staff from the air. I had to do something, Youjakai was back, they were attacking the city, I just knew it, I could feel it. I glanced down at the mirror once more, the image within showed a scene all to familiar to me. The streets were bare, and the sky was dark as pitch. I looked up from themirror once more, and toward the city. There were clouds and smoke forming in that direction. I turned to run into the house.
"Onee-san! Onee-san!" I heard a young voice calling me and turned in that direction. As I had suspected it was Jun, when he saw my face he stopped and walked toward me a bit slower.
"What'cha doing with Kaosu's staff?" he asked kind of quietly.
"Youjakai is attacking again, and Kayura-san is . . . dead," the last word came out and the tears that I had held back for so long came pouring forth. I did not notice as the boys came out from the house to gather around us. I only cried.
I am Yagyu Nasuti, just an ordinary woman, who happens to house the world's only hope for survival. Who happens to be the protector of these five boys now. I suppose I am not so normal anymore. But then again were any of us ever?