Sweet Destiny

Author: Helena-Jeanne-Chibi

Category: Romance/Drama

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Tamao wasn't so sure about anything anymore. Surely her one and only true love would be Horo horo? But there was something about the new transfer student that appealed to her... even as he annoyed her to no end. However, as time dragged on, it turned out to be something much, much more complicated...

Disclaimer: Shaman King: not mine.

Yes, yes, I cut out all that crap about the interviewer. -.- Even as we speak, or type, or whatever, I know this Prologue would be dead confusing, since it's set after the whole story. But anyway, it's not that bad...

Italics for flashbacks, thoughts&emphasis

Bold for emphasis on italics

Prologue: Remember my Memories

'Do you, Tamamura Tamao, take this man as your lawfully wedded husband?'

'I-I do.' Although my voice was slightly unsteady, I was certain of my decision.

'If ye have any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace.'

My heart thudded against my chest, as if expecting an objection. No, forget about him. I told myself.

Silence.

'I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride, Mr. H-'

I woke up with a start. I had been dreaming about the past, yet again. How ironic. I tried to bury them deep in the back of my mind, only to dream about them in my sleep. Anyhow...

I looked around.

Everything was so... white.

Sighing, I rested my eyes against the white glare of the room, only to be plunged into another dream of a memory of what seemed to be long, long ago.

'Tamao, where are we going?' Jeanne gasped as I ran down the steep slope, dragging her with me.

I smiled mischievously but said nothing. Though it was easy running downhill, my cheeks were flushed, my eyes dancing with excitement as I collapsed by the Wishing Tree.

I turned to Jeanne. 'Can I tell you a secret?'

'...Of course!'

'Do you promise never ever to tell?' I enquired solemnly, looking expectantly at my silver-haired best friend.

'Yes.' Jeanne crossed her heart in a silent vow.

'Well...' I blushed.

'Well...?'

'I have a crush on Usui Horo horo.'I said as fast as I could.

A brief pause.

'You're kidding... Horo horo?'

I nodded wordlessly.

'He doesn't even notice you.'

'I know.'

A soft breeze played with my pink tendrils.

Jeanne rested a pale hand on my shoulder. 'But trust me, you'll definitely get over it in three years.'

And if only it was destined to be.

Tsuzuku

As you probably had already figured out, this story is in Tamao's point of view. Tamao and Jeanne were ten years old in the second flashback.

I'm not very good at doing prologues, am I? Well, it gets better starting the next chapter...

Hel