Summary:
Fumiko hated humans because her main spirit, Chantico, was shunned in her lifetime. Five years ago, she was saved by a random guy from a fire and was promised to be claimed when she's strong enough. Will her dream to meet this guy again come true? Hao x Oc.
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Savior
Fumiko's pOv
Fire. It's everywhere, spreading really fast. I was trapped and I know for sure that I would die. I shouldn't left mom's side when we're strolling around. My tears flowed uncontrollably as I stare at the door being blocked by burning wood posts.
This is my end…I guess I am really cursed like those people said.
"You're not cursed." A male voice suddenly said. "You're special."
"Who..?" I tried to speak with my hoarse voice.
"Rest. I'll claim you once you're strong enough. Then we'll create our very own shaman only world."
"Shaman?" I looked around and saw a figure wearing a long poncho approaching me. It picked me up and walked straight to the flames and laid me down to the nearby lake.
"You are also a shaman. Humans are trying to eliminate us." I regain a little focus in my eyes and saw a young boy with a very long brown hair and onyx eyes. He seems to be about 11 or 12 years old. He smiled, placing something in my palm and started walking away. "We'll meet again, Kurosawa Fumiko."
And with that, he burst into flames and disappeared.
It's been 5 years since that happened. I stared at the door in front of me and sighed. It might be embarrassing to admit but I really hoped he would take me anytime soon. I have started learning about shamans and so far I and my main spirit, Chantico, the Aztec goddess of volcanoes and family hearth –Though I honestly prefer calling her Shanti –, have been working some progress in our weapon oversoul. My medium is a kiseru/ smoking pipe. The only hindrance we have right now to master it is school. I was forced by my mother to try living a normal life.
"You may get in now and please introduce yourself in front of everybody. You can write your name in the board if you want." The class teacher said with a smile at me as she opened the door.
"Yeah, sure." I replied and walked inside.
I scribbled my name at the board and face everybody with a blank face. I looked around and see that everybody were just mere humans. I inwardly groaned in disgust and introduced myself.
"Kurosawa Fumiko, 16 years old." I introduced. "Where should I sit?"
"Aren't you the girl that was supposed to be dead 5 years ago?" a random girl asked.
"So? Got a problem with that?" I glared at the direction where I heard the voice.
"That fire killed everybody except for you." The girl finally stood up revealing her orange pixie cut hair and caked make up. "Are you a witch or something?"
I just smirked at her comment. "Who knows?"
The teacher made me sit near the window at the second row. As usual for schools, gossips and random chatter were heard everywhere. I gazed by the window and sighed.
"Hey, witch!" I looked back and saw the same girl again. "You should get the hell out of here. You'll just bring us bad luck."
I ignored them and continued gazing through the window. It's best to just ignore them that to argue, they're not worth the effort. A strong grip and pull at my hair made me yelp a little and saw that the girl is trying to hurt me.
"You witch! You should just die!" She screamed making every single person in the classroom hear it. I didn't reply to her so she continued bullying me. Good thing the bell rang and we have to go home.
"Why are you wearing such stupid hairpin?" She asked mockingly and slapped it out of my hair.
"That's it! That's the last draw!" I growled angrily as I picked up the hairpin. "So disgusting!"
I was about to release my shamanic ability when Chantico's hand covered my ears.
"I won't let Fumiko-sama hear those filthy voices of yours." She said. "Stupid humans."
I looked at my main spirit and she sticks her tongue out at them and I can't help but smile. Even if humans can't see her, knowing that somebody cares about me here at school really calms me down.
"You guys are not worth the effort. Go get lost." I glared at her as I clutch the hairpin tightly.
They just laughed at me and go home. I sighed and gather my stuff. I looked at Chantico and she smiled at me.
"Humans are always like that. They don't appreciate what we do for them." She said as we walk down the hallways.
"That's why I hate humans too. They don't appreciate what you have down to them all the years you lived. Thanks to you, volcanoes exist and hot springs came to life." I added and she nodded.
"See! I have done things that until now humans benefit on but what? They shunned me!" she cried and buried her face at my chest.
"Don't worry Shanti," I called her the Japanese pronounce it. "Once we find that guy, we'll have that shaman only world. No human can blaspheme you."
She looked at me with tears at the corner of her eyes. I was really surprised that she assumed a humanoid body as a spirit. Her green hair that shapes like snakes at the tips and native clothing with a large bow at the back to hold it made her look like almost normal.
"Thank you, Fumiko!" She floated around dancing. "Those pesky humans will pay for shunning me!"
We arrived my house with my mom waiting at the door. My mom, Emiko Akiyama, is actually a real witch as for my dad he's a yuta, a healer, so yes I'm a witch as everybody said and a yuta and a shaman. Mom opened the door and greeted both me and Chantico.
"Welcome home, Fumiko, Shanti." Mom smiled and walked with us inside. "How's school?"
"As every school would treat me." I said honestly and saw her frown.
"I actually need you to quit school…" She muttered sadly.
Is this a miracle? Am I hearing this right? She wants me to quit school! Finally!
"Why, Emiko-sama?" Shanti asked for me.
"The star that signals that signals the shaman fight… just passed the skies last night." She admitted and looked at us. "Are you going to participate?"
I looked at Shanti and she proudly smiled. "Ah, we will."
"Good luck, then." Mom said and let me go up my room.
I looked at my room. The red and black walls, the glow in the dark stars at my ceiling, the fluffy red bed and pillows, red laptop. I laid down the bed and stared at the stars at my ceiling. I opened my palm and adored star hairpin the bully girl tried to throw away. An old memory flashed in my head.
~~Flashback~~
The young guy laid me to a nearby lake, away from the fire and placed something in my palm. I tried to reach him but he just smiled with his onyx eyes sparkling either because of the fire or it's just really his eyes, and starts walking away.
"We'll meet again, Kurosawa Fumiko…"
"Why?" I managed to ask before unconsciousness take over me.
"When you're strong enough, I'll _…" I almost barely hear it. "Continue hating humans, they did this to you. I'll find you with that present I gave you."
~~End Flashback~~
"He didn't even say his name…" I sighed and placed the star hairpin back to my hair.
"Huh?" Shanti asked as she hovered to me in her lava red spirit ball mode.
"I was thinking about that guy again." I admitted and stared at the fake stars again.
"Well, go dress up in your battle outfit and face that official so we can enter the shaman fight." She cheered.
I smiled at her and get up from the bed. I removed my school uniform and change into a black top and red hoodie, black & red skirt, black knee socks and boots. I brushed my blonde hair and applied some face powder and lip gloss. I walked to the living room and saw mom and dad waiting for me. I walked towards them and kneeled down to my knees. They placed their hands on my head and I knew for an instant that they passing some more furyuku in me since they won't participate in this fight.
"Good luck, Fumiko." They both said. "May the great spirit be with you."
"Thanks, mom and dad." I hugged them and start trekking my way to the park.
~~End Chapter~~
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Shaman King Characters & series © Hiroyuki Takei
Fumiko Kurosawa, Emiko Akiyama © me/chibichibiichigo
Chantico/Shanti © Aztec mythology
