Disclaimer: Don't own Shaman King, never will, blah blah blah...
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Welcome to my second series of drabbles! Hope you enjoy!
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The Pond
A 4-year-old Tao Ren sat cheerfully in the garden, with his feet in the koi pond. He watched the colorful fish swim around in circles. Laughing and clapping, he tugged on the hem his older sister's dress, blubbering "FISHIES!" over and over and over again.
Then, a flower caught his eye.
A very pretty flower. It was a 蓮花 (lian hua), a lotus flower, the namesake of the Chinese child.
He abandoned his stuffed tiger at the pond's edge as he decided to pick the water-dwelling flower for his mother, hoping for some acknowledgement and praise.
With a sudden careless movement, Ren slipped on a patch of wet moss, and before anyone could blink an eye, went splashing into the depths of the pond. He screeched and flailed, kicking his legs around wildly. Unfortunately, the toddler could not swim yet, and he slowly felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into the murky water.
He opened his eyes, watching the fish swim frantically in circles as he tried desperately to reach the surface, swallowing large amounts of water in the process. His vision went blurry, and he was beginning to get terribly dizzy.
The next thing he saw was, perhaps, a hallucination. Was it an angel? Yes, it must have been, a cheerful blue-haired angel with an idiotic grin had come to save him. Before everything went dark, the child could have sworn he heard the angel promise him that he would return to protect him when he was much older. And he finally was on dry land.
Ren coughed and spluttered, spitting water all over the ground. He looked up at his sister, Jun, who was still shocked from her little brother's near-death experience.
"I saw an angel," he informed her.
Jun frowned. "Angels don't exist, dear."
But Ren knew better. So he wasn't surprised to see his angel again nearly 10 years later.