Nagori

Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King and never will. I wish I could draw as well as the mangaka can though….

blah: change in time

About 1000 years ago

Insane. It's the only word I can think of. I quirk my eyebrow at him as the wind blows through my bangs, waiting as patiently as I can for an explanation. I look into those dark eyes, searching into their depths to see if I can detect any trace of emotion that'd give away any inner thoughts he may have. I found none.

"Might I request that Hao-sama repeat what he just said? I am afraid that I may have misheard something." My voice, though barely louder than a whisper, seems to carry on for miles. Any hope that I may have had at the moment ripped itself into shreds as he opened his mouth and repeated his words.

"I wish to make a shaman-only world." A flicker of confusion appears in his eyes, though it was gone almost immediately. Lowering my eyes to the floor, I try to think of some kind of reason that would seem logical enough to stop what he was planning.

"What about the spirits? They are not shamans." I open my fan, automatically covering the bottom part of my face, a motion I find that I now perform on a regular basis. Stupid training. I will get that king for sure some day. Light giggling brought me back to my present situation. Glaring daggers at him, I snap my fan shut with a snap.

"What is so funny?" I demanded.

"Your lack of concentration." Fine, read my mind why don't you. Really, I enjoy having my mind invaded. "Answer my question Hao…"

Sighing he looked at me straight in the eye, the deep inky black depths drawing me in. "Simple, I will only get rid of the humans."

I glare him once again, certain that by now my frustration was showing on my face. His highness would probably laugh his behind off if he were to ever learn of this. Then pile my courtship lessons up again. Something I kindly consider a living hell. The long ribbon of my dress fluttered, giving off soothing waves in an attempt to calm me down.

"I still do not comprehend why or how you came up with this." Once again my fan is open covering my mouth. Hao's calm expression turned to one of confusion, and then to pity. My eyes narrow as I restrain from hurling my fan at him. I hate pity. Emphasis on the word hate.

"I…see…" With that he turned around. I flinch at seeing his back. Without even turning, I can feel the presence of his shikagamis. I direct my gaze at the floor, my arm growing slack as it falls to my side, dropping my fan in the process. Fingering my ribbon, I avert my gaze to the side, whispering, "Not even if I were to get down on my knees and beg you would you even remotely consider rethinking, right?"

"…" After a pause, he shook his head slowly. I flinch slightly, feeling slightly depressed.

My long eyelashes brush against my cheeks as I shut my eyes, trying to blink back tears. The ground shakes as they advance towards me from behind. Reaching up to my hair, I pull out the to ornamental chopsticks holding it in place, allowing the sheets of obsidian to fall about messily as it went down. I look at them one last time, admiring how the jewels on their ends glittered in the gentle light.

"Here, take them," I tossed them gently towards Hao, watching as they land by his feet. "Something to remember me by, if you care."

I watched as he flinched, before bending down and picking them up. The shikagamis were directly behind me now, their weapons raised, poised to strike. I allow my ribbon to drop away from around my shoulders, to the floor. A gentle breeze blew once again, playing with my long locks. I watched as he straightened, his fist so tightly closed around my parting gift that his knuckles were white. I watched as he raised his head to look at me straight in the eyes.

"Good bye…" He turned away once again, and even though he whispered, I could still hear him clearly, "…Nagori…"

Their axes fall down quickly, barely giving me time to consider what had happened. Blood gushed out from the wounds as I closed my eyes.

'Goodbye…human'

present day

In a random house on Funbari hill, an alarm clock goes off at 6:00 AM, calmly performing it's duty of awakening its charge. It's such a shame that its charge does not appreciate its valiant efforts. Seconds after the sounds of something being brutally smashed into peaces, a frail looking girl swung her legs over the edge of the bed.

"WHO THE HELL INVENTED THE ALARM CLOCK!?!" Her voice, so sweet sounding for one so tomboyish, awoke the neighbor's infant, recently born. His crying could be heard all the way to where she lived. Covering her mouth with both her hands, she giggled nervously. "Ehhhhh…whoops…"

"Must you be so spirited even right after you wake up my lady?" A spirit, who looked around 16, floated in. She had long purplish red hair that flowed like water around her. The formal Korean clothing, along with the ornaments in her hair suggested that she had been around for a long time, which was a fact. She shuddered at the thought of how difficult it was to persuade her to be her partner.

"Meh," Stretching her thin limbs, she sauntered into the bathroom to prepare for the first day at her new school. She still had no clue as to why her mother had sent her to Japan. It wasn't like she appreciated the thought, she just thought that it was strange.

"Kamikaze, do you have any clue where I left my uniform?" The petite girl turned back and stared directly into the spirit's grayish depths. The spirit stared back at her, before turning her head nodded her head up and down before walking over to the corner, reappearing with the item in question seconds later.

"Here," Her pale fingers held onto the clothing gently, barely even touching the cloth.

"Thanks…" Taking her uniform, her feminine features turned into an obvious look of disgust as she walked back into the bathroom. "Can you gather my stuff for me?"

The spirit nodded and set to the task as the other closed the door gently. Looking into the mirror, she barely seemed to care about the pair of amber eyes staring back at her. Calmly, she picked up a brush, closing her eyes as it rid her hair of tangles. With her task finished, Kamikaze floated right through the door to help her mistress. Gently plucking the brush from her hands, she began to brush the mess. Her hair naturally had curls that wrapped around the straight parts like ribbons, sometimes making it near impossible to fix.

"Another one…" The soothing melodic voice echoed through the small room as the amber eyes slowly reopened. Frail looking hands grabbed a toothbrush, squeezing a generous amount of mint toothpaste on it. Peering curiously at her, the spirits hair fell over her shoulder like a colorful waterfall.

"Another dream that you cannot remember, yet you know has some important meaning?" The spirit's eyebrows lowered as she tried hard to undo a particularly tangle that just refused to come out.

"Mm…" Bending over slightly, she spat into the sink and turned the water on as she began to wash her toothbrush. "It's so damn annoying."

Sweatdropping, she giggled lightly. Putting back down the brush, the knot in her hair gone, she floated towards the door. "You should hurry otherwise you'll be late." Her response was a wide-eyed stare.

"HOLY SHIT!!! I'M GONNA BE LATE!! GAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Hey Yoh." Manta stood by his best friend's desk. Yoh turned his head around on his desk, before smiling.

"Yo Manta," He waved tiredly, his arms still sore from the hell training he was forced through earlier.

"Anna put you through her hell's training course again?" From the back of the classroom, the said blonde looked up to see the two talking. Sighing she looked down, and began contemplating of what she could do to punish, I mean, to train him.

"Alright now, back to your seats! Homeroom's starting." The teacher walked in carrying a thick book. Slowly the students moved towards their desks. "I know this is quite sudden, but…"

Before he could even finish, a girl walked calmly into the class, her obsidian colored hair falling messily over her shoulders, down to her mid back.

"We have a new student all the way from Korea. Please welcome Yousei, Nagori."

"Nice to meet you all!" Putting a hand on her hip, she waved; her amber eyes shared the same warmth that was in her smile. "Please be nice."

A/N: Don't ask me where this story is going or the pairings, though it will become obvious soon…Very soon…hopefully… and srry for the short chappie. Other than that, I'll answer you're questions next chappie…Or I might get too lazy and forget. Who knows. XDD Review plz

Special thnx to Tiffany and Hiba for editing it. Other wise u people would have to deal with my terrible grammar :D

Nagori: memory

Yousei: fairy

Kamikaze: divine wind