Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King, or Thumbelina. Yet, I somehow managed to come up with this idea? O-o; Ergh, I'm all sapped of funny disclaimers.
Authoress Note: Yo~! From the mind that brought you The Shamans Who Don't Do Anything I now bring you another parody. Why I can't think anything up for myself I don't know. I spent all my creative abilities on making icons, I'm just that stupid. Right~!
I wanted to write a HoroRen and the other day I had watched Thumbelina and decided that I'd just write... Renalina. Though Horolina and Mantalina had even popped through my brain, I can only use one Idea and I don't want to have to re-write different versions of this. So, yeah you know. ^^;
Dedication?: I'm actually dedicating this chapter and/or story to my friend Marisa who I talked a buttload about this story with and she put up with it. ^^;
Enough chit-chat!
Once upon a time... yes, seeing as this is a fairy--er--shaman tale, there lived a beautiful young woman. Now, this woman was in love with a zombie and could not have any children.
Not that she wanted any. She wished and longed for a little brother.
One day, a mysterious shaman appeared. His hair long and wavy, skin a deep brown, tall, dark, not-so-handsome and he donned a pink apron with a flower on it.
"Do not be afraid, Jun Tao." The shaman said to the woman, who clearly was Jun. "I bear good news."
Jun looked frightened anyway, more at seeing him in an apron. "Who are you?" She asked.
He took a bow. "I am Kurim. Your Shaman Godfather."
"...oh!"
"Do not be distressed!" Kurim cried. "I have come to grant your wish. Here, take this grain of rice I stole from an anime set. Never mind the weird markings. [1] Plant this and see what happens."
Jun took the grain of rice and did as Kurim told her. For a week she tended to this... mound of dirt placed in a teacup. She watered it, fed it crackers and took it out for a walk on Thursday.
Finally a plant sprouted and a delicate Chinese rice bowl formed at the top of the stalk instead of a flower. But in that rice bowl was a little boy so tiny, he was about the size of Jun's tumb. His dark blue almost purple hair came to a point at the top of his head. Jun loved him at once.
He woke up and stretched. Jun smiled down at him. "Hello."
"...hi. Wait, who the hell are you?" he said.
"I'm your big sister, Jun!" she clapped. "And I shall call you Renalina."
Renalina scowled.
"Or Ren for short." Jun added quickly.
Renalina liked this idea better.
For a long time, Jun and Renalina--Ren--lived rather happily. though Ren did get in many fights with the cat over milk. That same cat, after having a breakthrough therapy session 8 years later invented the phrase "Don't Cry over spilled milk." And made a fortune selling T-shirts and mousepads.
Ren, however, was not so successful. He seemed to be a nuisance to his sister around the house because he was so small. And, on occasion, he was forced to wear doll clothes when his normal ones were dirty. The bugs and mice in the house gave him the nickname 'Cinderella Ren' when he was in those clothes.
In short, life wasn't peachy sometimes and Ren got lonely for intelligent company his size that didn't eat cheese or go through an entire life cycle in one day.
One night, Jun was reading to him a book called 'Supier Strategy' but it had nothing to do with anything the title said. It reminded Ren oddly of 'To Kill a Mockingbird.' In any case, there were plenty of pretty pictures to look at.
"Who are those glowing people?" Ren asked.
"Why, those are shamans!"
Ren was quite surprised to find out that they were little people, like him. He stated this to Jun and she nodded. "I'll leave the book open tonight so you can see the pictures."
She did so, tucked Ren in, turned out the light and closed the door. As soon as she was gone, Ren hopped out of his walnut shell bed and walked over to the open book.
"I want to be shiny and glowy like a shaman." He pouted and kicked a stray dustbunny. For a long time Ren entertained himself with poses from the book. He talked to the images and drove himself so mad he never noticed someone at the window.
~*~
Golden chariots raced across the sky. Two blue-haired shamans led the way, talking briskly and waving their glowing 'oversouls' around, turning leaves brown.
"It's time for Autumn and why we have to change the leaves is beyond me, but what the Great Spirit says, goes." The man, who appeared to be the Shaman King said.
His wife, the First Lady, or Shaman Queen agreed. "But I wish I knew where our reckless son went. I know he's flying on that ridiculous snowboard again."
"Who, Boroboro?" the Shaman King asked.
"Horohoro, dear." the Shaman Queen corrected.
"Oh, yes... of course." the King said. "Well, he's young. Leave him alone. I think he's still trying to stop the production of non-Koropokkuru-Safe Tuna or something."
Hesitantly, the Queen agreed and they continued without him.
Bo--Horohoro, meanwhile, was flying around on his snowboard, his best buddy, Kororo at his side. They were handing out 'Stop the non-Koropokkuru-Safe Tuna' flyers as a campaign, when Horohoro heard some shouting coming from a house. Curious, he investigated.
"What if it's a madman, eh, Kororo?" Horohoro smirked. His hair was every bit as bright blue as his parents, but spikey in it's own crown fashion. He just wore a tiara because the Shaman Princess, Bilika, said it looked pretty.
"Kukuku!" Kororo answered.
Horohoro seemed to understand and landed on the windowsill. He stopped inside to see the most gorgeous, sexy-licious, yummy scrumboes guy he'd ever seen, besides Hao down by the pub. (Who, funnily enough, wated to overthrow Horohoro's father.) The Shaman Prince's heart skipped a beat and he stealthily snuck up on the guy... until he fell flat on his face.
~*~
Ren's response was automatic. He, well, turned around and gawked. Some complete, yet good-looking, idiot was dusting himself off mere centimeters away from him and Ren couldn't help but take in the obvious fact that were both indeed the same height, give or take a millimeter or two.
His suprised got the better of him and he gave a little, "Oh!"
The blue-haired...thingy took a step closer now that he had gotten up. "Don't be afraid!"
The original Ren finally sank in, and he folded his arms. "Afraid? Hmph. I fear nothing."
An odd grin plastered itself to the dude's face. "Do you?" And he launched himself at Ren, pinning him at once. "You really are yummy scrumboes. You know that right?"
"W...what?" Ren turned an interesting shade of scarlet.
"Ah, nevermind." He sighed. Ren growled and threw him off.
"Who are you?" The point on Ren's head grew as he got angry.
"Horohoro!"
"Boroboro?"
"HOROHORO!"
"Oh."
Horohoro tapped his foot impatiently and Ren realized he was supposed to introduce himself. Though he didn't want to, seeing as this was a complete stranger, he was, after all, the first little person Ren had encountered. And he had complimented him. Sorta. In a stupid sort of way.
"I'm Renalina." he said before the words came out of his mouth, if that made any sense.
"Renalina?"
"I mean Ren!"
"Ren..." Horohoro scrunched up his face. "I like it."
"I didn't ask you." Ren was getting angry again. His anger quickly subsided when Horohoro started to glow. Ren was transfixed for a long moment before commenting. "Are you a shaman?"
"In the flesh!" He beamed.
Ren smirked. "Heh, so is there a Shaman Court?"
"Yes..." Horohoro said slowly.
"Do they have a son?"
"Yes..."
"I'll bet he's cunning, good-looking and strong." Ren looked disgusted.
"Oh, he is." Horohoro breamed, getting closer to Ren, who was nodding slowly, completely unaware that his personal space bubble was being popped.
"And I'll bet he's single." He continued.
Horohoro said a quick "Uh-huh..." before getting even closer. His breathing was getting awfully shallow.
"And that means he'll inherit the throne."
Horohoro's hands were now hovering over Ren's ass. "Uh-huh..."
"I," Ren smirked. "Will kill him."
And Horohoro dropped his hands in surprise and slapped Ren hard in the ass, which made the little guy fall forward, straight into Horohoro's arms. Ren was more than ready to pull himself away, but Horohoro held him tight and actually, he didn't seem to mind it much. It was nice to be held this way.
Horohoro suddenly broke, as if he'd just now realized what Ren had said, and held him fiercly by the shoulders. "What?"
"Oh, I'm better than the prince of Shamans so I'm going to kill him."
"Oh..." Oddly enough, the blue dude shut up. There was an awkward silence for a while when there was a loud random noise at the window.
"What was that?" Ren looked towards it.
"That's just Kororo, but Koropokkuru."
"Kor-o-who-da-what-it?"
"Nevermind. Hey! You wanna go on a ride on my snowboard?" Horohoro took a hold of Ren's hand and pulled him towards the window without waiting for a response.
Ren was pretty much obligated to go, though deep down he really wanted to. But you don't know that. Neither did he in that case.
While Horohoro seemed to be extremely comfortable cruising on his snowboard, Ren, to put it simply, wasn't. When Horohoro lifted off the windowsill, Ren's arms instinctively wrapped themselves around Horohoro's waist to keep balance. Horohoro placed his arms over Ren's and turned his head back to face him.
"You all right?"
Ren's face went cold. "I said, I fear nothing."
"Yes, but are you alright?"
Ren narrowed his eyes and nodded.
"Good." Horohoro smiled. This softened Ren a little, seeing the happiness on the blue-haired boy's already handsome face. Ren would have smiled himself if Horohoro hadn't said just then, "I'm going to sing a romantic-like sappy song to make you fall in love with me."
Ren's good feeling shattered. "We just met."
"Do you beleive in love at first site?"
"No."
"Would you like a flier to help prevent the manufacture of non-Koropokkuru-safe Tuna?"
"No."
"Then let me sing."
"Fine." Ren attempted to fold his arms, but this only resulted in him holding Horohoro tighter. Horohoro took that as a move to get him to start.
"Let me be your wings... Let me be your only love..." he began. His voice was well rounded and beautiful. Ren wasn't even paying attention to to it. He was busy going over how he got here in the first place and how the hell he could get out. Horohoro went on singing the romantically sappy song and completely unaware of the fact that Ren was now trying not to fall asleep.
The point on his hair jabbed Horohoro in the ear so he was forced to stop and take note that Ren was nodding off.
So, Horohoro flew Ren back to his windowsill and dropped him off. Not that they had gone very far in the first place. Just over the meadow and through the woods and turned around at the daisy field. "When shall I see you again?"
Ren raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any less-stupid friends?"
"I'm not stupid!" Horohoro snapped. "For your information, I am the--" he stopped and listened as if hearing something in the distance.
"The what?" Ren inquired.
"Horohoro!" A middle-aged woman's voice rand through the night. "Horohoro, we're going home!"
"Who's that?" Ren looked to Horohoro, who groaned.
"My mom..."
"Mom?"
"Yeah." He was peeking out from the open window, dodging whenever he saw movement. "The Shaman Queen."
If Ren had anything in his mouth at the moment he would have spit it out. But unfortunately, or fortunately, he didn't. "Queen? So you're--you're the..."
"Prince?" he finished. "Yeah."
Ren paused for a moment before launching at Horohoro's throat. "I'll kill you!"
"Renalina--" Horohoro gasped; Ren's grip tightened. "I-I mean, Ren! Why-?"
"I'm prettier than you! I should be the Shaman Prince!"
Horohoro somehow managed to get himself away from Ren's grip and picked up his snowboard. Kororo was going crazy outside the windowsill. "If you marry me, you will be the Shaman Prince!"
Ren didn't hesitate in kicking the Prince out the window. The King and Queen were still calling out for him and once Horohoro had uprighted himself on his snowboard, he sped off toward them, looking back once at Ren's window and calling out:
"I'll come for you!"
Ren scoffed and shut the window. Though he had to admit, the sudden appearance as unwelcome as it had been, was exciting. Ren almost pretty much anticipated the return of Horohoro.
But what niether of them calculated, was when they were out flying, a troupe of traveling dancers saw the two of them flying by. One dancer, named Lyserg, had his eye steadfast on Ren. Never moving or blinking.
The troupe leader came out for a moment to call Lyserg in for dinner, but seeing the look on the green-haired boy's face stopped him.
"Lyserg, what's wrong?" He took a seat next to him.
"Marco, I've just seen themost beautiful creature alive." He murmured dreamily.
Marco put his arm around Lyserg. "Tell me which way to go and I'll go and get them for you."
"You would?"
"We can't perform if you're all depressed! Maybe their beauty will be an asset to our show." Marco encouraged him. "Now, point me in the direction and I will go and get this beautiful creature for you."
"I think he went that way." Lyserg pointed in a direction.
Marco stood up. "I go tonight." He picked up a burlap sack. "Wish me luck." And with that, he was off to capture Renalina.
[1] Er, when Asakura-san made them all write their names on a grain of rice.
Kitzaku: It took me a while, but the "Fairies" that live in the "Vale of the Fairies" are now the "Shamans" that live in "The Luh Field of the Shamans" because I have no life and I'm trying to make some similarities. O_O;
Yugi Muse: So, which muse helped you with this one, eh?
Kitzaku: My subconscious actually. Knives, not Manta. Manta was busy coming up with a shrine to himself.
Knives: I. Am. Better. Than. You.
Yugi Muse: O_O; Just review the damn fic already. Constructive-criticism, ideas and crappage is very much welcome.
Kitzaku: Eesh. someone's PMSing.