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Just so you all know, she will not be some new type of guardian.

Prologue: She who fights her own body.

She sits, lonely and tired in a bed made with stark white sheets, in a room with pale mint walls filled with the smell of antiseptics. Her hair has lost it's color, not that it ever really had any. What would have been beautiful rust colored locks, where now frizzy pale orangish brown. Her pale face, splashed with light freckles, was chalky, dark rings around her eyes. She was slender, sickly slender. But that's what she was, sickly. She had been born sick and the older she got, the more often she seemed to be barely escaping death. Barely clawing her way back from the brink of no return. She was a fighter though. She had promised a small boy back in her first year of elementary school that she would live a very long time so that they could play together everyday. So she would not give in. She would not succumb to the weak body she had been given.

She would fight.

Her name was Umehito Tsubuki. Buki-chan to those she called friends. Bubu-chan to her mother and younger brother exclusively. She was in her second year of middle school, though she had missed the first month or so of this school year, but her closest friend had been kind enough to pick up her school work each day and bring it to her, even though he was a year below her. Her mother turned in her finished work at the end of every week. Tsubuki maintained perfect scores not for the fact that she was brilliant or a genius or anything of that like, but because she had nothing to do. Being bedridden, having only one real friend, left for very little to do. So Tsubuki read books and she studied and then she would read more, followed by more studying.

Tsubuki disliked her current position in life, but she was used to it though. She was just thankful for her shy wimp of a friend.

"Umehito-san." The girl turned her dull pastel green eyes from the window to the kind brown eyes of the doctor. She smiled brightly, her sickly face lighting up. The doctor smiled back, she had spent half her life in the hospital the nurses said, though she had never once lost her kind sweet glow. The doctor looking at her now, wouldn't call it glow, she was more like a sun, rays of kindness warming everyone and everything she turned her smile upon.

"Ohiyo, Doctor-san!" Her voice was rough for a woman, but all the same warm and kind. The doctor nodded before moving forward, standing at the foot of her bed, at a polite distance.

"I have some good news for you." He raised his charts and glanced over them once more. "You've passed all of your tests with flying colors. It's really very amazing actually." Her smile brightened as the doctor continued on in amazement and confusion. Her eyes shone with a secretive light, she fought her weak body any way that she could. "With your health record, it should have taken you nearly a year to fully recover from that last attack, but here we are, four months later and you're even more healthy than before your last episode." Her eyes sparkled a little brighter, recently, a kind woman had shown her a new way to fight. A better way for her to fight her weak body. "But we've run your tests several times over to make sure, and they're all correct, so this must just be your body finally getting stronger, maybe this will be the last time you stay at the hospital." Tsubuki would make sure it was. "SInce you're so healthy now, we're releasing and when you're ready you can return to school and a normal daily life."

A few more moments of discussion, the basics, what for her to watch out for, scheduling her monthly check ups, prescriptions for medications. The whole while her smile was dazzling, she would come to the check ups but she had no intention of taking medicine, as her mother wheeled her out of the hospital and helped her step into the car.

While her mother bussied herself with loading Tsubuki's few bags into the car, Tsubuki looked up into the window that she had spent the last few months looking out of. A woman with hair made of pure golden and eyes darker than the shadows, met Tsubuki's pastel eyes. The woman raised her hand in a bored wave. A chalky pale hand raised in return, but this one after a second of nothing burst with bright glowing yellow flames that neither burned nor heated the sickly pale skin of the hand. The woman in the window grinned widely at the young girl before holding a finger to her lips, signalling their secret must remain as such, before she turned and vanished back into the hospital.

The flame flickered out, disappearing like it was never there, and the older Umehito woman climbed into the driver's seat unaware of what just happened. But as her kind green eyes wandered over her precious daughter yet again, still not believing, still not fully over the recent near loss of her child, she noticed a slight peach color returning to the girl's skin. Her heart swelled with joy, her precious daughter had been a chalky sort of pale for the past few years.

The two women shared bright happy smiles. Her mother hoping for a bright future with her daughter, living happy and healthy and normal. The younger smiled because she could feel it. She could smell it, something amazing was coming and her insides told her she would get to play a part in it.