90% Cocoa

(C is for Cake)

Disclaimer:

I DO NOT OWN SHAMAN KING!

I have picked up Yoh's motto though :)

"Everything will work out"

Dedicated to:

Yoh Asakura

Even though you're a fictional character, your motto has helped me so much!

Enjoy!

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Cake.

Cookies and cream ice-cream cake, with its mouth-watering layers of vanilla, chocolate, crushed Oreo bits, and some more vanilla. The freezing, hard cake that, after being taken out of the freezer, had to be thawed out a little or else it would be too hard for the knife to cut through.

Or spongecake, soft, sweet, and icing covered; the fresh fruit ones that had various fruits on top of the cake as well as within. The ones that were used for birthdays, with candles stuck on them and the birthday boy/girl's name written elegantly across the cake in coloured icing.

Any kind of cake could appeal to her.

It was the only thing that could light up her entire face – then she met him.

He wasn't exactly an eye-catcher; average height, brown neck-length hair that always has those annoying orange pair of headphones in them and a pair of lighter tan eyes to go with.

This was what others would see, but in her eyes, everything was different.

Okay, maybe not everything. The height and headphones she really had nothing to say, but his hair wasn't just a normal brown, it was a deep chocolate colour. 90% Cocoa she'd say, with the colour almost dark enough to be black. And his eyes. They weren't just tan, they were a beautiful bronze mixed with coconut colour, dark but still bright, shining, and attracting her eyes to them.

Her face flushed red as she shuddered at her praising thoughts of him.

Yoh Asakura. Her fiancé and soon-to-be husband in the near future.

She'd only actually met him half a year ago, but what he did for her, and what he had told her, had made up her mind to stay with him.

It all started when he'd fainted outside her cottage.

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It was winter back then, and deep into the season it was. On top on the mountain, snow covered everything in sight, causing all of the evergreen trees that surrounded her little cottage to be coated with white.

After another boring day wandering around the forest in search for food, 15-year-old Anna came home to find a young boy who had fainted on her doorstep.

Who the― Anna thought, before the boy stirred in front of her and broke into a coughing fit.

Damn it, she thought, grudgingly setting her food down on the side before picking him up by the arm. He's too cold. How long had he been laying here?

She lugged him into her home; it was a small cottage built of wood. Her parents had built it and lived in here before, but after an avalanche incident 5 years ago, she's had to live and survive on her own, save the first few months when Grandmother Kino had taken care of her. She wasn't her real grandmother, just an old lady who happened to live nearby. Anna still went to visit her every now and then, but she preferred to live by herself in the cottage she grew up in. There were two rooms, though one of them wasn't very organized since she didn't live in it.

She opened the door to her father's room and winced slightly. She could still smell his prescence here. In the 5 years that she's had to live on her own, not once had she opened the door to her parents' room. Too afraid to face the reality of things, of the fact that she was really alone now.

And this stupid boy made her open it.

Everything was exactly how she'd remembered it; the bed was made, perfect and untouched, the closet was still open, a few coat hangers empty from when her parents chosen their last set of attire. Nothing had been moved from where her parents had last left them.

"Ugh..." The boy moaned, still unconscious.

What a pain, Anna thought, as she dragged him to her father's humongous king-sized bed. He'd better not puke on father's bed.

She leaned him down gently against the bed, then proceeded to prop up his legs and rolled him over so that he could rest more comfortably on the bed. After covering him with the thick poofy winter blankets, Anna was satisfied. He should be comfortable enough, she thought, looking back at him again before she exited the room. Wonder where he came from?

Anna walked into the kitchen to make some porridge. Having found nothing in the forest, the porridge wasn't going to have anything that could add flavour to it other than salt. Oh well, she thought, putting her pot on top of the stove. He's just going to have to suck it up.

She pulled a chair over, and began to wait for the water to boil. Having not gotten any sleep the night before, she was slowly dozing off until a loud scream jerked her awake.

"GAH!"

Oh boy, Anna thought, turning the fire smaller before leaving to check up on the mysterious kid. She found him awake and alert, eyes wide with sweat covering his face. His hands gripped tightly onto the bed sheets, he was zoning out until he saw Anna walk in.

"Who are you?" He asked, releasing his grip on the sheets while leaning back against the wall. "Where am I?"

Anna refused to speak to him. She trusted no one, having that natural survival instinct to defend herself from anything that was unknown to her. Anyone too.

She walked up to him though, and he did not seem to be afraid of her. Stupid boy, she thought, pausing beside the bed to inspect him. He didn't look like he was dangerous, but you never know. She carefully looked him up and down, made sure that he didn't have anything around that could be used as a weapon around her before she leaned over and touched the boy.

"Woah! What are you doing?" The boy cried, shifting away from her while his face flushed red.

Anna shot him a death glare. Don't move, the glare implied. The boy seemed to get it, but still tensed up when she approached him again. She put her hand on his forehead and made sure that he didn't have a fever. His nose was running though, so he must have a cold. She flipped his hand over and inspected his arm to make sure that he wasn't injured.

Throughout it all, the boy was tense. He tried to ease some of the tension by introducing himself.

"So uh...My name is Yoh. Yoh Asakura." He began, eyes still on Anna as she continued her inspection. "I was on my way to visit my grandmother before getting lost in the mountains. Thanks for saving me."

On and on he droned, chattering about how he just turned 16, was from Tokyo, and didn't have much friends. Then, he finally began to start questioning her.

"So...who are you?"

Anna sighed, standing up and deciding that the boy was fine. She stared at him, giving him the I'm-not-gonna-talk-to-you look, and walked out.

"Oh great." Yoh sighed, looking out from a small window in the corner of the room. "This is just great."

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Hey! So I WAS going to make this a one-shot, but then the story just went ON and ON and I kind of got side-tracked from my original plot :D

Hope you guys find it interesting so far~I'm still thinking of how this should go.

Anna is such a mean character in here (but then again, she always HAS been mean D;) and Yoh is pretty much the same too, except he becomes chatty when he's nervous.

This is actually one of my series of MANGA1's "To Paint The Town Red". As you can see, I've skipped B (cuz I'm having a writer's block for that one D;) and wrote C instead. I'll work on it...soon :/

Will update ASAP, so please tell me if you find this interesting or not :D

Any form of feedback is much appreciated!