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"Precious Pet"

Written by Shiki

Hello~ This is a fanfiction written for the animanga Shaman King. I do not own it, nor do I plan to. This is for entertainment purposes only and basically meant to be a good read. I am not getting profited from this in any way shape or form. Shaman King belongs to Hiroyuki Takei, and so do all of the characters except where listed otherwise.

This fanfiction has intense yaoi, that means homosexual relations between two of the characters. If you do not LIKE yaoi, then guess what? I guess you won't be reading this, now will you? If you don't like yaoi to begin with, I don't even want a review about how you didn't like it. If you have genuine criticism, that'd be fantastic. Praise is nice as well. It keeps me writing. 8)

RenxLyserg, with Hao thrown in.
yeahhhhhhhhhh, watch me do it.

Now, without further ado...

Chapter One: "Foreshadowing"

I could barely breathe. It felt as if the entire weight of his body was crushing me into the floor. The bed my back was pressed against no longer felt soft or yielding to my terror. I kept shaking my head back and forth trying to wake up. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. This couldn't be real. The scent of nail polish still lingered inside of my nostrils. It burned a bit and made my limbs so cumbersome, unwilling to cooperate with the simplest of wishes.

"I have... to protect him..."

My voice wouldn't carry. It was like a ghost more fleeting than my own, exiting through my lips and floating into the ceiling, becoming nothing on impact. Lips mashed against mine with such strength, I was unable to prevent it. The body my soul was inhabiting didn't feel like my own. It refused to move; dead weight as my mouth was pried open and infiltrated by a warm muscle. It moved around like a creature, slipping in and out and around, poking and prodding and sliding; taking inventory of every point of my mouth.

Hoarsely, I attempted to speak. My eyes opened up and tried to find the culprit behind my defeat. I could barely focus on the dark haired male. His statuesque form was unmistakable. I had fallen victim to the one thing I tried to prevent. How far was this going? Memories of the beginning were foggy, but now everything was so...

"Stealing my prey?"

Chills ran down through my body. I would have shivered if I had enough control over my body presently. More worried about the well-being of my... my... my love, I didn't dare refute this man's claim. I couldn't. At the same token, I wasn't about to give him the pleasure of watching me squirm. Eyes closed up and I twisted my head away once again. Every time his hand placed on my intimacy would squeeze, I felt a lump boil in my throat and fill me with nausea. He was growing restless. I couldn't relent to that fucker.

"You'd give yourself again for him?"

...Again? Again? The way that my much brighter eyes widened seemed to please the other. He was grinning. Why... why was he grinning?

Oh, fuck, he knows. He knows. He knows. He knows. He knows.

His grin is widening.

My body goes slack as my legs are hoisted skyward against my will.

I can't try to remember the rest.

Purple flowers, blood, and nail polish.

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Hello, my name is Lyserg Diethel. I'm a dowser, and a Shaman. My guardian ghost is a nature spirit; Morphine. I have been traveling with Yoh-kun and his friends through America as they find their way to the patch village for the second round of the Shaman Tournament.

...Asakura Hao killed my parents, and I plan on having my revenge. I'm not yet quite strong enough, but I plan on honing my skills for my one moment of victory; when I see that man burn for burning my parents, and burning all who oppose him. One day that fire that he cherishes so boldly will backfire into his face and all will be set straight.

It is my destiny, my quest. It is the only thing that gives my life meaning anymore, chasing him down and making sure he gets what he deserves. For one thousand years he's been trying to become the Shaman King. He still doesn't have as much passion as I do. I'm sure that I hate him, much much more than he realizes.

After all, my family was just another casualty to him, right?

I doubt if he even knows my name.