Hi there!
So, after a century of reading I decided to go and try to write my first multi-chapter fanfic in English (which, by the way, is not my mother language, so please point out mistakes I have made in the grammar and anything that doesn't sound good to you). I'm open to criticism.
But back to the story, well... it will probably follow a random line (either the manga's or the anime's, I havent decided yet) and there may be some changes in the original storyline in the future. The first chapters will merely serve as introduction.
And since I'm a fan of Original Characters and Self Insert/Reincarnation Fanfictions, I tried to write one with a Reincarnated OC. So yeah...
I'm not sure how often I'll update, but I'll do my best.
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Warnings: mostly OC!centric, possible OOC, mistakes and stuff.
Lots of coarse language since our protagonist is rather... vocal sometimes (please bear with her, she'll get better... hopefully).
Rated T for language and some themes. (I'm not sure if I should put M instead since I'm not used to the rating here - please tell me if you think I should change that!)
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Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King, but I do own part of the plot and my adorable OC.
To be honest in the past I have thought about how to end my own life, which I often referred to as "difficult", "tiring", "unfair" and so on (at the time I was quite the depressed-like girl who thought that the entire world wanted her to be sad and all). I was often in a suicidal mood and I feel kind of embarrassed about that now: there weren't real reasons behind that and I often took small things for big.
Point is, being a twenty years old Italian girl, with all her life ahead of her, a rather good work, an apartment of her own and some very good friends to talk to, I didn't expect that. Dying, I mean – and in an overly embarrassing way, too! How many people die by tripping on a root and falling head on a f-cking rock (hidden by all the fallen leaves of the trees, by the way) during a walk in the woods?!
That's lame, indeed.
And even if I was not the type who would think about future and family and children (gosh, I was too young) and a husband – or a wife – to care about... well, it still sucked. But it sucked even more the fact that I couldn't do a thing against that: the paramedics already did all they could to save me and theirs were the last faces I saw.
Which is, by all means, a good thing: I knew I couldn't stand seeing mom, granny or dad crying over my almost-dead body.
A sad story with a sad ending – and I didn't even had the occasion to end all the mangas I started.
Death sucks.
When you hear the beeping becoming a stilled sound and you feel weaker and weaker, you are dead with no mistakes.
Once your brain dies, your body has the same fate: you slowly fade into nothingness and disappear...
«Well, aren't you melodramatic.»
...and theorically you cannot hear voices nor other sounds.
That is, unless there's really something like an afterlife or something, which I really did not have faith in.
«Oh, an atheist then? Interesting choice, even though it does not matter.»
Okay, what the heck is going on? I'm dead, for Christ's sake! Can't I even rest in peace? No, of course: I have to hear voices that talk nonsense and- oh gosh, you f-cking read my thoughts!
I heard a soft chuckle before that voice answered. «I surely did. Problems?»
Was she a troll or something? Because I started to imagine her – at least, I thought it was a she by the way of speaking and the voice, but still I knew that voices were not reliable when you had to tell someone's gender. But still... - grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Go away, this is my limbo and I did not invite you here. Let me die alone.
«I'm afraid I can't, young lady. I'm here to take your soul, for you have been chosen for an important 'second occasion'.»
Well, I was really confused by then. What does that mean, that I had been chosen for a second occasion?
I'm dead and I'm supposed to stay so. F-cking subconscious, don't joke on me like this, it's not funny!
«I see, you already accepted death so you can't- no, you don't want to hold on fake hopes. Am I right?»
She was, truly and definitely so. Granny always said I did not have much willpower and because of that I tended to accept what fate threw to me without fighting much – and that's probably why my last relationship ended, but this's another story.
However, I've been always acting like that because it was easier for me to go on. That's all.
The stranger sighed something between the lines of 'of all people', but quickly returned to her serious self before speaking again.
«I'll explain one time only, so listen carefully. I'm someone who can speak to and see ghost of all types: humans, sacred spirits, elemental spirits... well, you got the idea. And now I'm here to guide your soul to your new life, believe it or not. You will face many kind of situation and you will have to find a way out on your own, or maybe with some help too.»
Holy cow, is this for real then...? I'm going to live again? It... it's just... I can't...!
«If you say it's not possible, then it will be. Everything depends on how you face it, child.» the stranger said with a warm tone that made me blush a little. For just a second, it reminded me my own mother and her kind attitude.
...God, I'm already missing her now. Fuck this.
I sensed her smiling after that, but maybe it was just my imagination. «Well, are you ready to accept your new fate, young lady?»
I nodded weakly, somewhere between being excited and scared as hell. After that, I felt something grabbing my neck and gently pull me back.
...What. This is not what I think it is, right?
There was a bright light that made me close instantly my eyes: did they want to blind me or something?!
Shit, if this is my second life I want to live it at its fullness and, with all the respect, I do not think that being down on one sense will grant me that.
I found myself pouting, but something drew my attention: another voice, completely different by the one that lastly spoke to me, with a happy tone. «It's a girl! Congratulations, Mrs. Asakura!»
...wait.
WaitwaitwaitWAIT.
ASAKURA?
The same Asakura family with Yoh and Hao and Mikihisa and Yohmei and- are we talking about THAT Asakura family from Shaman King?! Oh God, if it is I'm going to faint for sure.
But... no, who am I kidding. It's just not possible, is it? Even though that mysterious lady said she could see and talk to ghosts, I can't have ended in a manga, right?
Still... I should be dead, but I'm indeed alive – and that should be impossible too. So... maybe that's not so impossible either...? I might be in a sort of parallel universe in which the world I originally belonged to is imaginary. Who am I to tell, after all?
"I forgot to tell. Brace yourself, young lady, for you shall believe the unbelievable. But I see you've already reached the conclusion." Her voice echoed in my mind.
Hey, mystery lady! Am I really in Izumo or somewhere in Japan?
"Indeed, and you're also the first daughter of Mikihisa and Keiko Asakura. I suppose you already know them."
Yeah, well. Shaman King has been quite the obsession for me, even if the anime is almost completely disappointing and different from the manga. When I found out I was like "oh gosh, what the heck! It was not like this before, what am I reading?!" and I'm not even sure I remember everything about the plot.
...thinking about this, does it mean I'm some kind of an oracle? I still got the main occurrences, so maybe I could help avoiding some not very pleasant events – like little Manta being opened like a guinea pig by the psycho-necromancer.
LE GASP.
I was already wondering how much I could do to help, but something hit me then.
Who are you, by the way? Are you a Patch or someone liked with them? Or maybe you're one of the future Hao's followers? Or an Asakura too! Please tell me!
The stranger sighed, a hind of amusement in his tone. "Aren't you a bit eager now? You'll see when the time comes."
Not satisfied with that kind of answer, I extremely pouted – action that caused some giggles to my new parents, especially my mother, which by the way was holding me by then.
"See, they're already at your feet and you can't even be called a woman."
Shut up, whatever! Just tell me your name then, I'm too curious.
There was a long silence before I heard a sigh. "Fine, if that's all I need to keep you calm. You can call me Asano and yes, I'm a member of the Asakuras... in a way."
So I was right, cool! Nice to meet you then, my name's... my... name... ugh...
Why couldn't I remember it? For f-ck's sake, it's my own name!
Asano laughed lightly, probably sensing my annoyance. "Don't sweat it, we will meet again and you'll tell me your name. Until then..."
I felt her presence disappear, so I was able to fully dedicate my attention to the 'present'.
Sooooo, let's sum up one time for all.
I was a baby again, I had been revived by some mysterious being that sent Asano to inform me about my new life and I was in the universe of what in my original world was a mere product of imagination.
Last but not least, I was the first born of the Asakura family and soon – I hoped, at least – the big sis of the two reincarnations of the great onmyoji Asakura Hao.
I'm so going to love this.
«See? She likes you, Mikihisa.» Keiko said as I was – probably – smiling and giggling like an idiot.
They kind of misunderstood, but I really liked them too in any case (well, maybe not for the fact that they almost killed their son; even if he would have become really dangerous I didn't think he totally deserved that).
«I bet she will become beautiful like her mother.» Mikihisa said, looking tenderly at me before kissing his wife on the temple.
Aaaw, aren't they sweet? I giggled again, shaking my tiny arms up and down – wasn't I the most cute thing ever?
'kay, 'kay, just kidding.
Well, let's see what happens from now on.
And with that thought, I braced myself for the new life.