trans_9 | I believe that eventually we'll get what we're after [Open]

Hana had, of course, been napping when he’d felt something that stirred him.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and yawned. Rubbing his face, he sat up and ran a hand through his untameable mane of hair.

He could have sworn—There! He’d felt it again. Suddenly wide awake, he pushed himself up off the sofa he’d been resting on and stood still, waiting for the feeling again.

It was faint. But it was there. A pull. A call. And he knew it. He’d been waiting for it. Hoping for it.

He looked around. He was alone aside from aside from Taro, who was napping up on one of the rafters. Clearly, he hadn’t felt anything.

Well, he wasn’t really alone, because he was at Ruffs place, so the ghosts were here. He watched them to see their reaction. Most of them were pretty set on their own business and a few were curious about what had suddenly woken Hana up (because he had a reputation of sleeping like one of them), but none gave an indication of sensing the same thing he had.

But he was certain- Yes! Definitely this time. A little clearer. More desperate.

This time, a few spirits stirred and looked about confused before turning to Hana for confirmation. He didn’t say anything, he could feel something stirring within him and he wasn’t sure if he should let it out.

Summoning his resolve, Hana broke into a run and burst out of the front door, making his way down the street like a shot. The spirits called after him, but he ignored them in favour of that weaker cry that tugged at his soul.

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It seemed like forever but he followed the calling, it growing stronger and stronger until he reached the Weapons and Possessions Lockers. Hana knew this place. He’d been a million times looking for…

Well, needless to say, he’d never found it. And he’d not been back since the robot battles.

But today, something was different. From within was a feeling that practically screamed for him to come closer. It was so familiar. It coiled around his soul and beckoned him.

As he went inside, he walked with purpose. His previous visits where often desperate, disorganized searches and always fruitless, but this time, he knew exactly where to go.

Hana didn’t know how long he walked in the locker, or how far in, the place was huge, but he did know he never felt lost, the call told him exactly where to go.

Finally, there. On one of the lower shelves. Breath catching in his chest, he crouched. This was it. The moment of truth. He didn’t realize he was shaking until he raised his hand to gently push aside some kind of sword and see what lay behind it.

There it stood there. So bold and clear some far part of couldn’t believe he’d ever missed it.

A mortuary tablet.

Hana suddenly became aware of something wet trailing down his cheeks and he didn’t know he’d been holding his breath until he let out a sob. The feeling was now pulling him with such desperation he felt part of him might tear off.

His fingers reached out and wrapped around black, deceptively simple looking object. From within the smooth, black carving a wave of emotions washed over his soul.

It was so happy to see him. And he was so happy to see it. And so sorry he’d not found it sooner. So sorry that he’d ever given up. How could have been so cruel and thoughtless?

The tablet wrapped his guilt up in understanding and forgiveness.

Hana pulled it to his chest and wept openly for what seemed like hours as the soul from within embraced his.

Once his face was completely tear stained and droplets of salty water had coated the top of the tablet, Hana opened his swollen, red eyes and looked at the object he’d pressed against his heart. A grin of pure joy broke out across his face.

“Hey, buddy.”

“I missed you.”

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Hana was laid on one of the patches of grass in Ruffnut’s garden, grinning madly up at the sky. He’s completely immersed with chatting the ghosts around him, which obviously means to a lot of people he appears to be laughing and joking with himself, but it seems Hana couldn’t care less, because his face holds a look of total happiness.

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"Your mom's face." Clearly, Howard is the most mature person alive. "What's really up?"

"I'm just talking." He gave Howard a skeptical look. "Don't you laugh when you talk to people?"

"Not when the people aren't funny," Howard says, assuming Hana means talking to him.

"Well, these guys were funny. That's why I was laughing." Hana looks so puzzled, what part of this is hard, Howard?

"Which guys? I just see you and me."

"That's coz you can't see spirits."

"Oh. Of course. Spirits. Why didn't I think of that." Howard sounds irritated. He reaches over and pokes at Hana's eye. "Can you see that, spirit boy?"

Immaturity never goes out of style.

Hana frowns and shoves him lightly. "Quit it. You're the one who came to see something."

"I did. What's up? Besides you chattering with your spirit buddies."

Hana took a second to put it in understandable words for Howard. "I found my fighting partner. So now I'm much stronger. Even my weapon is better now."

"Oh. Well. Good for you. I fail to see how this is amazing."

"Alright, man, calm down." Rolling his eyes, Hana took a small, red stone sword from his pocket and held it infront of him. Then, in a blink, a fierce weapon, pulsating power, suddenly encompassed him right arm and part of his left, pointing directly at Howard.

Howard jumps back. "Don't point that thing at me! Jesus, what the hell!"

Hana chuckled a bit at Howards reaction, bemused. "What's wrong with you? I wasn't gonna hurt you."

"I don't know that," he shoots back. "Now lower the weapon."

"Alright, alright." Still looking slightly amused, Hana lowered his weapon until the edge of the blade touched the ground.

"So what is it, really? Besides stabby?"

"It's my Oversoul. A weapon I make out of my power combined with a spirit." Hana grinned and spun the massive blade around like it was nothing. "Pretty neat, huh?"

"I guess. It's made out of...spirit energy?" Howard can't help but sound like he thinks that idea is really, really silly.

Hana frowned slightly at Howards tone and turned to slash towards one of the discarded piles of old furniture Ruff still had to remove from the garden. A crescent shaped wave of energy shot out of the weapon and hit the mound, causing a small explosion of table and chair legs.

Howard jumps. "Whoa, that-that...that was perfectly good furniture!"

"Huh?" Hana turned back to Howard, looking confused. "Not really, it's just stuff Ruff got rid of when she was clearing out. We keep it around for target practice and kindling." Clearly these people liked wrecking things around here.

"What a waste." Howard shakes his head. Maybe he's just like that, hoarding and saving and turning old crap into new stuff. "Where'd you find your thing?"

Hana shook his head, totally unsympathetic to Howard's concerns. "It's just furniture."

"In the locker. I've been looking in there since I got here but never found it. Then today I woke up and heard him calling, I followed it and saw him straight away." He shrugged and grinned. "Things just work out."

"...Calling?" You've officially lost Howard, Hana.

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