The Nanny Diaries: Shaman King Style

By: face.cramps.on.the.bus

WARNING: Yaoi is intended in the following chapters, so if you don't like it, BACK OFF!

Disclaimer: I own neither the rights to Shaman King nor The Nanny Diaries.

Chapter 1: Me, A Nanny?

Yoh stared at the elderly lady opposite her, commonly referred to as the "Central Park Lady". She was rather disheveled and had been flinging fragments of chips to the pigeons which seemed unable to leave her. He sighed. "Would I really be like her, feeding birds chips all day?" He leaned back against the bench, reflecting back on the hours before…

"So you're Yoh?" The woman had asked rather kindly, shifting her gaze to the documents on her desk.

"Yes," Yoh smiled. He was wearing the new suit that his mother had so painstakingly bought for him from her merger wage as a nurse.

"A recent graduate from college?" She took a slight glance at Yoh before returning to her files. Yoh had nodded slightly nervously. He detested interviews. They made him panicky.

The woman somewhat at this point beamed and asked, "Well, how about you start off by telling me who is Yoh? The real Yoh?"

It was a fairly simple question. Surely, he knew himself better than the others. But Yoh had found himself quite unable to answer, not knowing what to say. At this point, he had stumbled out of the room while apologizing and made his way to Central Park…

Yoh had thought about it ever since he left the building. Who was Yoh? Who was the real Yoh? He had never knew the real him, having always followed his mother's wishes for him to purse a white-collared business career. Now, he wanted to find the true Yoh which had been hidden deep inside him. He wanted himself to be released.

At this particular moment, he had sighted, much to his horror, a cyclist heading straight towards a young boy. The cyclist had been staring at, well, a lady dressed in a skimpy exercise outfit, working out. Yoh darted to the young boy and scooped him out of harm's way. The cyclist had finally noticed Yoh with the boy and swerved sharply. He sighed with relief but his joy was short-lived as he looked with wide eyes, that he was heading towards a tree! He hit the trunk square in his face and landed on the grass with a THUMP.

The cyclist lifted himself up, brushing himself. He looked around, gently stroking his nose which now looked most like Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer. "Soppy," he mumbled rather apologetically to Yoh and the boy who had rolled not a short distance away.

Yoh stared at the boy who had came to rest on top of him. "Well, hi," Yoh muttered to him. The boy rolled his eyes and heaved himself up from Yoh.

"Manta, are you all right?" A heavily coiffed and accoutered lady had sauntered to the young boy, bringing him into his arms. The boy or Manta grinned and rested on the lady's bosom. She smiled and ruffled through Manta's blonde hair.

Yoh had rose up to the lady's "Thank You" and her introduction of herself as Mrs. X, Manta's mother. "I am Yoh," Yoh dusted himself.

"You seem to be get along rather well with children, isn't it?" She brought Manta closer to her. Yoh almost laughed. She had apparently not seen Manta rolling his eyes at him. "Well, fine, I guess," He looked down absent-mindedly at his suit and noticed how bizarre he must have appeared in his suit with his spiky hair.

"Are you currently employed?"

"Um… no, but I'm trying to find one," Yoh muttered. 'What was she doing prying into my business?' Yoh practically yelled in the privacy of his mind.

Mrs. X must have sensed Yoh's discomfort for she managed a weak laugh. "Well, I'm not trying to sound nosy, but you see… I'm looking for a nanny right now to help me with Manta and it will be great if you can do that…" With this, Mrs. X offered Yoh a name card. Glancing at her watch, she left, mumbling about a high tea appointment at 4.

Yoh stared at the name card in his hand. 'Me, a nanny?'

Author's Note: Well, folks, this is the first chapter. Hope you have enjoyed it and PLEASE REVIEW! .