Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own Shaman King, blah, blah, blah.
Important Changes: To fit my story, I have changed two things in SK:
1) Rather than a few months passing between the re-arrival of the destiny star, it has been 4 years; the characters are 17.
2) I will be using the dub names for characters, (Trey as opposed to Horro Horro, ect,) except for Hao; Hao is just a cooler name that Zeke.
This story will appeal to all SK fans, but it leans towards a YohxAnna series. The first chapter, (of many!) is somewhat slow because I have to set up plot/subplot, character, mood, diction, and tone.
Life of a King
Chapter one: Rebirth
It's a clear night, thought the teen as he leaned on the windowsill of his large house. A slight breeze passed through his dark, neck-long hair, and he smiled. It was a good night.
Man, you can see everything up there tonight, he measured. Every star.
Bam. That one simple thought set off a chain reaction of thoughts;
Stars. The destiny star. The tournament. Shit. I'm thinking of it again.
Yoh squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the thought from going any further.
Okay, think of something else. Anything else. The band. Sure, the band. We get together in a few weeks when Len comes back from Europe. It'll be great. The guys together again. We can use my love song… love song…love…love…shit.
The thought cascaded back in full force; breaking through his defenses and taking up all the space in his head:
Love. If the tournament doesn't continue, I loose my chance at the title. If I can't be Shaman King…will…Anna leave?
The feeling that came whenever this fear entered his system smacked him in the gut; as it had for the past 2 ½ years. It never bothered him before. For the first year, after the tournament ended, "great; break time." For the next few months, "meh, who cares?" Then, it happed. He had always known it, but it had never been really…real.
But that December day, when Yoh looked up from the floor in front of his treadmill, and saw Anna there, coming in from the snow, his love for her became full and real. For the next three months, he went through what all guys go through when they're in love; the one-sided tension, the attempts at conversation, and the object of the affection's obliviousness to it all. Then, on that June 17 day, over breakfast, Anna said something that conceived Yoh's fear:
(flashback)
Yoh, aren't the eggs done yet?
Sorry, not yet Anna.
Is this how you'll treat your future Shaman Queen? Well, at the rate the Grand Council is moving, you'll never have to worry about that.
(End of f.b.)
It wasn't so much the statement, but the tone; it was as if she didn't care if she wed him or not. As if she didn't even care about him at all. If the Shaman Tournament didn't continue, would Anna leave? Was that all she cared about? Being the wife of the Shaman King? Didn't she lo-
NO! Don't think that! She must feel something for me! Fuck. I can't believe this.
He kept telling himself that she had to feel something. Who would marry simply for status? For an easy life? Yoh answered his own question: Plenty of people. But Anna isn't that shallow; she's strong, and smart, and beautiful. So beautiful.
Yoh forced his hand through his hair. No way was he falling asleep tonight.
Just, talk to her, dumbass.
No way he had the courage t-
At that moment, all of Yoh's Christmas' came at once. The giant, silvery star of Yoh's hope came roaring across his line of sight; it was back, the destiny star.
Yoh's ecstasy could have given a hung-over Len an orgasm. His fears were over. His chance was here.
"Anna! Anna! Look outside! It's the desti-"
As he pelted around the corner, Yoh ran straight into Anna and broke her nose.
OH… FUCK… NO.
Roughly 3 seconds later, after Anna had dislocated Yoh's jaw with the Legendary Left and put it back in place with her right, she showed Yoh his Oracle Bell. It was ringing and glowing orange. A moment later, a prerecorded message from Goldva was playing:
Is it on, Silva?
Yes, Goldva.
I don't think it's on.
Trust me, it's on.
It is?
Yes.
You're sure?
YES!
Than stop talking!
…
Attention Shaman Fight Participants. The King of Spirits has dictated his wish for all participants to return to Patch Village immediately. There will be further information upon arrival. Thank you……… Silva, is it off?
No, Goldva, it's not.
Well turn it off and stop talking like an idiot!
Sorry, Goldva.
I SAID STOP TALK-
The screen went blank.
"Well, Yoh," said Anna, "looks like you'd better get packing. We leave in the morning."
With that, Anna walked briskly into her room and shut the door.
It's here. It's finally here.
Yoh nearly ran to his room to cry silent tears of joy. His chance with Anna had returned.
Well, what do you think? Please review, as I need feedback to give you the readers, the stories you desire and deserve. Long live Shaman King.
closet fan