Days of my Life

All of a sudden, she started running the other way, away from my mother.

"Catch me, brother; if you want me to come, you'll have to catch me first." I ran after her desperately; I needed to get back to my mother.

"Come, Tokah, you are going the other way. Come please!!!" I called her desperately. "TOKAH!!!!!!!!"

I woke up, so it was a dream. Is mom trying to make me find my sister?.

"Kakashi, why are you crying?" Mira asked, and she looked worried. I touched my cheeks and noticed tears on my face.

"I was crying." I said this to no one in particular.

"You were also saying a bunch of weird stuff too." She brought her handkerchief, wiped my tears, and put it back in her pocket.

"You should come with us; the doctor said you're free to go."

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You wanted to meet your friend, right?. Let's go and see her." She gave me a T-shirt and black trousers. "You should change first."

I changed my clothes as she turned around. I could still see her stealing glances at me, but I didn't mind.

"You can look if you want," I announced.

She quickly turned around, but I was already dressed.

"Pervert!!" I yelled out loud and laughed. "You really wanted to look."

"It's not what you think," she defended.

"So, what is it, then?" I asked, smiling.

"It's none of your business. Shut up; I'm not telling you anything," she blushed. "Do you want to see your friend or not?"

"Okay, let's go."

Mira held my hand and ran out of the room. I tried to tell her to slow down, but she didn't listen.

We entered an elevator and headed to the fifth floor.

Throughout the ride, I was restless. I can't just stop thinking of what might happen to her; she is the only friend I have. I don't know what I'll do if anything happens to her. If she dies, that means all their sacrifice was for nothing.

We reached the fifth floor and headed to the right, almost at the end of the hall. We stopped in front of a room. There was a glass, providing us with a view of the inside. There was a large machine that looked like a water tank but was white in color with a transparent glass cover.

I looked at the edge of the room, and there were two beds that were covered with curtains.

"What is that?" I asked, pointing at a large machine, three times the size of a hospital bed.

"That's a life-support machine."

"Is it supposed to be that big, and where's Megumi?"

"She is inside," she said, clearing her throat.

"What? Is it that bad?"

"I mean, she is inside the room. She is going to be kept inside; that's if she doesn't improve."

"Can I go and see her?"

"She just came back from the operation." Without listening, I ran to the girl in the room. 

I opened the first curtains and saw a little girl lying. She was unconscious, her hair was blue, and she was wearing a patient gown. Her body was small and slim; I was thinking she was about nine years old.

"She is not here!"

Natski pointed at the other bed that was covered with a curtain. I walked there slowly, expecting the worst, but to my surprise, she was doing fine, except for the hair loss, which I know she's going to be furious about, and the stitches on her head, stomach, and leg, along with several other scars that I know will fade over time. 

Megumin is really strong, and she was healing herself, very slowly. She would have died if not for Kenji. 

"She looked fine, so why would she need a life-support machine?" I asked.

"To revitalize her."

"Revitalize??!!!!, What do you mean by revitalize?" I walked out of the room and looked at her straight in the face. "Answer me, please!!"

"When Supernaturals use their power, we use a special energy called divine or dark karma, but what do you think Experimentals use?" She sat down on a bench and told her daughter to excuse us before she continued. "Experimentals use their life force for their ability."

"Wait! I don't understand. I don't get it at all."

"Researchers couldn't comprehend how we use our powers and get exhausted for a while, then recover later and are able to continue," Natski paused. "Or, so we thought."

"So tell me how?"

"Simple: Supernaturals have the ability to absorb karma from the air. This are natural karma, we absorb this natural karma and convert it into used karma. But experimentalists use their life force and restore their karma with a supernatural; that's why most experimentalists use hand-to-hand combat. She was forced to use her ability again and again, which drains her life force energy, and even now, she is still using her energy; something tells me she's the one keeping up the barrier at the lab."

"No! Megimin will never do anything like that; she can't keep us locked in and still wants us to escape." I held her shirt and pulled her closer to me. "Megumin will never do something like that, and I can't let you keep accusing her of what she didn't do."

"Let go of me, pervert!" she yelled shyly, pushing my hand away. "You are just fifteen, and you're already making moves on women''

"Ugh, no, no, no," I rejected. "I didn't mean to. Sorry. I am sorry that I lost my temper."

"It's okay; besides, she might be doing it without her own knowledge, because even until I can sense her using Karma,"

"Let's just forget about it. I forgot to ask the name of the lady who saved us. Please, what's your name?"

"I'm Natski Tokoyami, the Dark Magic Sage. But you can call me Natski. I already know your name is Kakashi, but what about your girlfriend?"

Mira looked exactly like her, or Mira was just a older version of her.

"She is not my girlfriend." I blushed at the thought, but me and Megumin said,No, no, no. That's impossible. 

"Maybe not yet, but one day. Or don't tell me you like Mira already," Miss Tokoyami teased.

"What!!!??, No, Miss Tokoyami. I just met her," I said. "Mira is just a friend, that's all. My friend's name is Megumin."

"Don't you have surnames?"

"Oh, Sorry. I'm Kakashi Yami; I've never actually asked about her surname, since it seems like it doesn't matter." I just remembered what she said at first. "You say she needs revitalization?"

"Yes, but the other girl needs it too. The parents are rich, and I think they are going to buy their way out of this one."

"Isn't there another way?" 

"If someone of the same karma type transfers to her, maybe she'll be fine, but Megumin will need the revitalization machine."

"What type of karma does she have?"

"She is a lightning-style user; they are hard to come by these days."

"I'll do it." 

"What?????" She yelled, surprisingly. "You have to be the same karma type as her to do a restoration transfer."

"Yes, I am a lightning-style user," I told her. "I can do a transfer while you use the revitalization machine on Megumin."

"What about your health?"

"Don't worry about me. I can do it," I assured. "But, how do we transfer karma?"

Natski taught me how to transfer karma. Apparently, it was easier than I thought; it was all about channeling my karma into my hand and releasing it into my target; it was more like how I use my technique. Hinata's parents were happy; they thanked me and gave me some money, and they also invited me to their house whenever I felt like coming.

I wondered how a nine-year-old girl would use so much of her karma and don't know how to replenish it. According to her parents, that has always been a problem, and since she was trying so hard to get into the academy early by getting stronger since she wasn't so smart, before she left, I advised her.

"You don't have to work hard to prove anything to anyone; as long as you are satisfied with what you have done, it's alright; just leave the rest for me."

She smiled in admiration and asked for my name. "Please, mister, what is your name?"

"My name? Why do you ask?"

"Because, when I get admission into the academy, I'll like you to be my Sensei."

"If you say so." I acted cool, but on the inside, I felt like I was going to explode with joy. My first admirer, I'm so proud of myself. I just hope by then she might have grown up and have big... No, I mean, just big. "I'm Kakashi Yami; just try your best to grow up big and strong, okay?"

"Yes!!" She yelled, energized, "Thanks again, and bye."

She waved at me before running off happily. The revitalization machine was used on Megimin instead, and she told me she would be restored in about three years, or if we're lucky, two. She offered me admission into the academy, which I accepted because I had no other choice.

NOTE: This novel is being rewritten as Days of my Life: Rewrite