20130526. this is my first fanfiction in a very long time, and indeed my first shaman king one. i was rereading the series and looking for some good fics, but i'm not saying there weren't any good ones, there just wasn't enough to sate my need. so, have a dabble. god, i'm rusty.
Silently
Tomorrow was hours away.
She should be asleep by now, instead of waiting up for him like this. This wasn't anything like her character and it made her uncomfortable to feel uncomfortable.
Tomorrow would come regardless.
Yoh wasn't home yet and the clock stroke midnight long ago. She could almost assume why, but either way, she was still irritated and unhappy about this occurrence; the boy was never home this late without notice. She was turning into a bundle of nerves, anxiety and unwanted thoughts flowing into her head. She was getting more and more pissed off by the minute.
If he wasn't home within the next ten minutes, she'd go on a rampage, she promised herself.
Anna tried not to sigh but did anyway, and flopped back down onto her futon. She waited for a moment and heard almost-silent footsteps walking. They passed her room, and stopped at the room over.
Almost instantly, she found herself in front of her fiancé's door, with his outfit and other supplies in hand. She clutched it in an almost tense way, before chucking it at the supposedly "asleep" boy and laying down the law with some choice words.
"… Yoh, you've truly become strong," her voice was soft, and almost hesitant. "Although I said that to Tamao earlier, you've already become so strong and can still remain calm.
"… The one who doesn't want you to go is me," Anna spoke like she was talking to the wind, "Tomorrow, because you're going to leave this place."
Almost in a whisper, but just loud enough for Yoh to hear, she utters, "Tonight, can I sleep with you…"
More or less, it sounds like a statement, rather than a request, but he obliges with a "yes."
She was nervous but not, they had never really come into contact much before, except for the moments when her hands collided with his face. It was strange to her, but surely to him as well.
They found themselves laying back to back in the one-person futon, deathly still, and completely wordless.
There needed no words.
No crying, she told herself. Despite the many, many times Yoh had cried in front of her, he had only seen tears fall from her eyes enough times to count on one hand. Crying was like doubt, and with that notion, she knew she would not and could not doubt him. He would come back and life would continue as normal, whether or not he became Shaman King.
It mattered; it really did to them. But she did not love him because of the title that could be his, and deep down she knew that he loved her back too, not for all of the training and all of the pain she caused him.
She turned, and then leaning over, she left a ghost of a kiss on his lips. He did not move, his eyes did not show any shock, and his mouth was left slightly agape.
She laid back down, facing the other way again. "Good night, Yoh." A silent 'I love you' was left up in the air.