A/N: This is a small and angsty fic but a YohAnna at least. I'm sleepy when
I wrote this so forgive me, please. *sigh* I love Anna's perspective best!
I hope you enjoy yourselves in this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.
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I Miss You
By: Dark-Hooded Eriol the Magician
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I looked out of the window and watched the rain pound into the panes. It's a rainy day again. Yesterday was the same as today. There is no difference whatsoever. No, wait; there is one simple thing that differentiates today from yesterday and today from tomorrow.
You are not here. That's it. You're not here with me.
I sighed and let my face rest at the palm of my hand. I listened to the rain howl outside; it's as if it's demanding to be let in. I kind of feel its frustration. Why? Because I want to be let inside your heart but you keep it closed to me. No matter how many times I knocked, you cannot seem to hear my voice calling out to you. I get frustrated sometimes.
You're somewhere else in America probably at this moment. Fighting or walking or laughing, I want to know. It hurt me when you said I cannot come with you. But I have to let you go. Because if you stayed here, you won't finish and win the Shaman Fight and never be the Shaman King I've always thought you'll be.
I closed my eyes and listened to the raindrops. I've always thought that the sky was crying because it feels my pain. I opened my eyes and brushed away my bangs. But that's stupid. The rain and I doesn't have anything in common; it cries and I don't.
Shaman Fight.yes, I see it now. The visions grow clearer in my mind. You're fighting with five women under the orders of a man wrapped with white cloth. You're hurting from trying to protect your friends. I wish I can help but I'm here. Stuck in our house in Tokyo with no means to go there to America for you, this sucks. Oh how I wish to help you!
Why didn't I come anyway? I can and will but. I still stayed. Why? Can you answer it for me? No, you cannot hear these words that are inside my mind. You do not have the ability to read and feel other's emotions. You are not like me. Why did I love you? It's so weird and so absurd. A sharp and cold woman loving a warm and naïve man who's bound with an age-old engagement. Why am I attracted with you anyway? So many questions! But not so many answers.
I've trained you hard and right now, you're getting stronger and stronger every passing day. I can feel it, your power and spirit is strengthening. You can be the Shaman King, I know it. Your dream in the faraway horizon is not so far now; you can almost brush your fingertips on the stars. It makes me feel proud inside that I helped you. I clutched my beads and wished for Kami-sama's protection for you. It's all I can do for you.
I lifted my face to look up into the golden warmth of the sunshine behind the clouds. I love you, Yoh.
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Another A/N: this is probably the shortest fic I've ever done.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.
~*~
I Miss You
By: Dark-Hooded Eriol the Magician
~*~
I looked out of the window and watched the rain pound into the panes. It's a rainy day again. Yesterday was the same as today. There is no difference whatsoever. No, wait; there is one simple thing that differentiates today from yesterday and today from tomorrow.
You are not here. That's it. You're not here with me.
I sighed and let my face rest at the palm of my hand. I listened to the rain howl outside; it's as if it's demanding to be let in. I kind of feel its frustration. Why? Because I want to be let inside your heart but you keep it closed to me. No matter how many times I knocked, you cannot seem to hear my voice calling out to you. I get frustrated sometimes.
You're somewhere else in America probably at this moment. Fighting or walking or laughing, I want to know. It hurt me when you said I cannot come with you. But I have to let you go. Because if you stayed here, you won't finish and win the Shaman Fight and never be the Shaman King I've always thought you'll be.
I closed my eyes and listened to the raindrops. I've always thought that the sky was crying because it feels my pain. I opened my eyes and brushed away my bangs. But that's stupid. The rain and I doesn't have anything in common; it cries and I don't.
Shaman Fight.yes, I see it now. The visions grow clearer in my mind. You're fighting with five women under the orders of a man wrapped with white cloth. You're hurting from trying to protect your friends. I wish I can help but I'm here. Stuck in our house in Tokyo with no means to go there to America for you, this sucks. Oh how I wish to help you!
Why didn't I come anyway? I can and will but. I still stayed. Why? Can you answer it for me? No, you cannot hear these words that are inside my mind. You do not have the ability to read and feel other's emotions. You are not like me. Why did I love you? It's so weird and so absurd. A sharp and cold woman loving a warm and naïve man who's bound with an age-old engagement. Why am I attracted with you anyway? So many questions! But not so many answers.
I've trained you hard and right now, you're getting stronger and stronger every passing day. I can feel it, your power and spirit is strengthening. You can be the Shaman King, I know it. Your dream in the faraway horizon is not so far now; you can almost brush your fingertips on the stars. It makes me feel proud inside that I helped you. I clutched my beads and wished for Kami-sama's protection for you. It's all I can do for you.
I lifted my face to look up into the golden warmth of the sunshine behind the clouds. I love you, Yoh.
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Another A/N: this is probably the shortest fic I've ever done.