Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King, or the quotation below.
"The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place. All through the long history of Earth it has been an area of unrest where waves have broken heavily against the land, where the tides have pressed forward over the continents, receded, and then returned. For no two successive days is the shoreline precisely the same."
Quoted from The Edge of the Sea by Rachel Carson, 1955
Summary: renxhoro When a natural disaster forced a cruel decision to be made, what else could go wrong? A whole lot, for Fate seemed intent on breaking the two apart…
Remember Me Not — Prologue
It was pure chaos. Total mayhem broke out as people ran in all directions to save themselves. The wails of little kids were lost among the screams and shrieks of those who were frightened, of the doomed that were swept out into the raging sea. His eyes took in the scenes of death and destruction, and though he wished to help in any little way he could, he couldn't. Then he saw it. Someone so identical to him that if he did not know better he'd have agreed that they were the same person. 'He' was lost among the waves, tossed about as though he was a rag doll, helpless in the face of Nature's power. He could feel the fear in the other 'him' as 'he' started to weaken, giving up and allowing himself to be dragged into the depths of the watery grave. Stifling a gasp as though he himself was sinking, he felt his lungs burn, as water seemed to enter his air chambers too. It was as if they were linked by something stronger than telepathy. There was no doubt about it now, they were the same person, and he was drowning along with 'him'.
Horohoro Usui awoke into the night, cold sweat running off his brow and soaking into his pyjamas. It had been a long time since he had a nightmare, after all, he was a Shaman, and will not be frightened by silly things like ghosts or spirits. His guardian, Kororo, had woken with him, and was peering closely at her master through concerned eyes. The dream, no, nightmare, he corrected himself, was so vivid, so real, as if it was really taking place. He couldn't shake off the ominous vibes that he had been feeling all day, and perhaps that was the cause for the uncalled for 'dream'.
The gang — Yoh, Ren, Ryu, Faust, Chocolove, Lyserg and himself, including the ladies, have decided to spend a week at some famous landmark which he had forgotten the name of before parting to go back to their regular school life. Tomorrow would be the day the vacation begins, and most of them were really excited. It had been a long time since Yoh was let off Anna's training, and they wanted to make good use of the time. That place, or so he had been told, was famous for its white sandy beaches, and the girls, with the exception of Anna, had planned to suntan there. Though why all they wanted to do was waste time lying under the sun I don't know. Horohoro shook his head to rid himself of any unpleasant thoughts about the much anticipated trip, and tried to go back to sleep.
It's going to be non-stop fun in the sun, something that very much appeals to me. Yet why do I have that sense of foreboding? I can't call it a women's intuition, so is it some kind of a sixth sense? Tossing and turning in bed, the Ainu looked out of the windows. The sky was dark, as though drawn curtains made of rich velvet. Not a star could be seen among the celestial heavens, and these, coupled with the still of the night only served to unnerve him further. The crickets that used to bug him all night with their incessant noises were quiet for once, and Horohoro could hear the steady ticking of the clock beside him. It's only four in the morning, which is way too early for me to get up. What must I do to get back to sleep? He was annoyed at himself for scaring himself when nothing was wrong, and wanted to drift back to dreamland. Deep in his heart, he knew that a part was him was reluctant to fall asleep, for he was much shaken by his vision of the seemingly real catastrophe, and was not in a hurry to encounter it again.
With a slight feeling of consternation, Horohoro finally decided to face facts: that he would not be able to get any more sleep that day. Crawling to his feet, he started to pack his bag. He wanted to share his feelings with someone else, to sound out what had been troubling him so the whole day, but did not want to hear that arrogant Chinese shaman scoffing at him. He was sure that he would be laughed at if he told the rest that he couldn't sleep because of a 'little dream'. After all, it doesn't matter. What could possibly go wrong? Little did the ice shaman know just how much could go wrong on their holidays…
Author's note: This chapter is shorter than the rest as it's a prologue, and I'm just trying it out a little to see if I can juggle two stories at one go… Review in the meantime…XD