Hi! I was in a touchy-feely kind of mood, so I wrote this.
Horo: Hi!
Tamao: Ohayou, reader-san/sama.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King, Tamao, HoroHoro, or any type of camera.
Camera
It was a perfect shot.
Tamao was sitting by the window, where the sun was setting and showing of its brilliant hues. Her pink hair was moving gently in tune with the wind, and her face was turned, putting it slightly in shadow.
HoroHoro sat by the doorway, holding a small camera.
'Perfect.' He thought.
He raised the camera and, framing Tamao, snapped a picture of her.
Tamao suddenly sat up, startled by the strange noise.
HoroHoro hurried away, hoping that he hadn't been noticed.
Tamao shrugged, and turned back to the window – finding that, to her disappointment, the sunset was over.
Upstairs, Horo taped the new picture to the wall along with the rest of his collection. Other pictures of Tamao covered the room, but by far, this was the best.
Horo ran his fingers over the photograph.
'One day… I'll tell her.'
'Just not right now.'
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Aw…what a lovesick fool.
Horo: Hey! What'd you write that for? I'm not that obsessed over any girl!
Tamao: (runs off crying)
Horo: Hey… Hey Tam, wait!
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