Well, I'm back in the US... Scariness. I'm also as sick as dog... I think I'm allergic to the country... can I move back?
Warnings: I do not own 'Shaman Kingo' nor do I own a fully functioning brain. I do own a notebook and a sketchbook. Be afraid.
Also, this is a non-descriptive HAOxHORO, past mentioned HAOxREN, and a RenHoroRen (maybe not shonen ai, just brotherly... o.O that's scary too.)
You have been warned – but also know. I am not descriptive when in the act. Sorry.
So yes. Rape and slight cussing on PG-13. I think it's okay... I hope. If I need to bump up the rating, tell me! But only the beginning is bad, the rest isn't...
One last note (gomen nasai!) I'm thinking this takes place around manga 30.
Anywho story... other comments will be at the end.
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Frozen Letters on the Floor
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HoroHoro grinned as he heard the soft groan of the floorboards in the hall. He disentangled himself from his team and tiptoed out of the room.
He'd show Ren.
For the past handful of days, someone had been drinking Ren's milk. Now, HoroHoro had learned long ago – don't mess with the milk of the Chinese. And although he really had learned his lesson, Ren was still blaming him for the missing dairy. But now, HoroHoro decided he'd catch the thief in the act!
He peered around the corner, into the kitchen. Sure enough, someone stood there behind the door, bathed in the pale appliance light – milk in hand.
After spying who it was, half of the ice shaman decided it wasn't worth it, and tried to run back to bed. But the stubborner (stupider) half was sick and tired of being bullied over something he (for once) was not responsible for!
"Hao. I might of know."
The boy looked up over the door. "Oi. Kon ban wa!"
"Grr! Ren's been after me for your milk problem, and all you can say is 'evening'!"
Hao grinned, before closing the door. Blackness invaded Horohoro's sight, and his heart jumped to his throat.
Calm down! He yelled at himself. Hao's not allowed to do any harm. Yoh and Anna both said so...
Still, HoroHoro knew Hao was a cruel, calculating bastard of a boy, and he had every right to fear being in a room with him, and not being able to see.
"Surely your not afraid of the dark. Horokeu."
Not of the dark, but what it hides... The use of his name caused his skin to crawl and he shuddered. Running back to his room, even with his tail between his legs, sounded like a really good idea.
Fingers danced on his shoulder. HoroHoro swatted them away, as another hand came to grip his neck.
"One word... and snap."
Hao lead HoroHoro backwards through the hall. At the passing of his room, HoroHoro decided a broken neck was better than Hao, and tried to kick the door.
"Go ahead. Kick the door. Wake your friends. One sweep and they'd all be dead. Hmmm. That sounds quiet nice, actually. That would still leave the girls..."
HoroHoro stiffened, but allowed Hao to guide him away.
"Anna might be a challenge, but I think that's it..."
The Asakura twin continued his rambling, HoroHoro trying to think of something to do.
"Well, Jun-san, but she's not here right now. Oh, I'd love to see the look on Ren's face if that ever came to be. In here."
Hao slid his own door open, and pushed HoroHoro inside.
"Tamao would be a cinch. A light breeze could do that girl in..." Here the boy grinned. "And of course, one can't forget the lovely Pirika."
The mention of his little sister struck a deep nerve, and HoroHoro swung at the Fire Shaman. All Hao had to do was tighten his grip, cutting off the very much needed oxygen.
"Calm Horokeu! You play with me tonight, and I promise to leave them be."
Hao's grin grew as HoroHoro closed his eyes. He allowed the boy to speak.
"What do you want with me?" HoroHoro asked around the fist.
Hao let go, before shoving the younger one down on his futon. "As for what I want with you – I want to cause you to live you're life in your own personal hell. Either you play along, or I kill them all. And not by any means 'mercifully'."
Hao sat on top of HoroHoro's chest. The Ainu grunted at the pressure on his newly healed ribs.
"The rules are this – I do as I want. It'd be nice if you played along, but I understand, the game is hard. After words, once the game is over, it is over. I leave you alone and you never mention it to anyone. During play, you should try to keep quiet. If you wake anybody up, I'll have to put them back to sleep. Do you understand the rules as I have told them?"
"...I understand."
Hao beamed down at the boy. "Oh, I knew Ren was wrong, you are a smart boy!" Hao sat up, allowing HoroHoro to breath easier. At least until Hao scooted back to sit between his legs.
"As they say – let the games begin."
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Ren woke instantly as a cold ripple went though the room. As subtle as it was, Ren noticed it immediately. Chocolove lay sleeping on his own futon, but the missing body usually sprawled over the three caused Ren to jump up. He was about to launch a full on attack when he sensed a certain fire spirit lingering outside his door.
"Fuck."
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HoroHoro refused to allow Hao to see him cry. He refused any reaction to Hao's torture. Any hurt or heat was quickly iced over, until his entire being was completely numb.
But just because he refused to allow Hao to see his anguish didn't mean he wasn't sobbing. His tears froze as he frantically tried to summon Ren's attention.
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Who, in turn, was trying to ignore it.
Ever so slowly, a single word had begun to crystallize before him.
'TA'
Ren looked up from the frozen letters on the floor to the door. His gueard had not moved.
"I'm sorry HoroHoro."
'SU'
Beside him, Chocolove tossed a bit. "Horo Stop! 's cold"
"He's not here right now."
'KE'
"Man... it's freezing... Where'd he go?"
"Out. Go back to sleep."
"Whatever."
'TE'
Ren buried his head in his arms. Hao would murder them both his he did as requested Tears actually formed in the Tao's eyes as the ice clutched to his arm. His hand froze over in desperation, but Ren could only look downwards. He knew he could do nothing.
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Sometime later, HoroHoro staggered in. His air of walk was that of a drunkard – one foot in front of the other.
By then, Ren had lain back down and faked sleeping.
HoroHoro flopped down on his own futon.
The room slowly warmed up after he passed out.
Ren sat up, watching. It was strange to see him curled in his sleep. He reached out and touched the cold arm. "HoroHoro?"
The boy didn't move, but his breath remained even and steady. Ren relaxed a bit, waiting. The icy words thawed from their spot on the floor, running into soft puddles. He wiped his arm dry on the cotton blanket, glancing at he teammate. He swore again.
In HoroHoro's relaxed state, his icy control had faded, and injures sprung to life against his flesh as blood circulated properly.
Bruising dotted his arms and legs, the same true of his back. One bruise also seemed to be forming on the boy's face. Previously frozen flesh deiced, and the cuts along the back began to bleed. Those were shallow, caused most likely by finger nails...
No, Ren's curse came from the red stain growing on the white shorts.
Ren shook the shoulder again. "HoroHoro Wake Up!
He tried to keep his voice low, but Chocolove mumbled from his spot. "Ren? Everything okay?"
"Uh. Yeah. HoroHoro, uh, you now, he hit me again. Go back to sleep."
Once the boy was out, Ren tried to get the semi-conscious Ainu to his feet. The blood began to drip lightly on the futon. Ren half-dragged his teammate to the bathroom, setting him down on one of the wash stools. The boy moaned in pain, but seemed to be coming around.
"HoroHoro?" Ren knelt to the other. It was then he noticed the massive bruising covering the boy's chest. The black and blue tissue was a good sigh the other was in both a great deal of trouble and pain.
And if matters couldn't get worse, the ice shaman's body was burning up. This too scared the Tao, for HoroHoro's body temperature was normally very low – almost to the point of freezing.
Ren cranked up the cold water, then placing HoroHoro under the water spray. He turned to the hall, before wondering, who could help!
Anna could, but that involve explaining. Something Ren had never been good at. Faust was at the graveyard tonight, and the only other ones who had a clue on this stuff were wither having a cold shower, or directly related to him...
Ren duck back into his own room, digging out their first aid kit. Yes. The Ren had one, thanks to Chocolove's habit of bloody noses. He turned to leave, finding said boy blocking his path.
"Where's HoroHoro?"
Ren tried to brush past him, but the oldest didn't budge.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing, now get out of my way."
"Fine. I'll just follow the blood path." He pointed behind him, to HoroHoro's futon. There were only a couple drops, but if you were to follow them in to hall, they turned to decent sized puddles, as far as blood puddles go.
Ren pushed past, trying to calmly walk back to the bathroom, Chocolove in step behind him. One there, Ren set the first aid out of the water's spray.
HoroHoro had slumped against the wall behind him. Ren moved the showerhead to the higher notch, and knelt next to the other, ignoring the fact he was getting soaked. HoroHoro's skin still burned, and when Ren placed his hand on the fevered head, black eyes snapped open.
They were panicky at best, unfocused and darting in random directions. HE acted as if he wanted to shy away, but lacked the strength. Ren held him still as his weak struggles ran their course. Chocolove stood behind them, accessing the damage.
He asked no questions, just took charge. He had Ren turn off the water, and then helped him bind the broken ribs, and bandage the broken skin.
The air warped around them, icy air fighting with the fever that gripped the body and soul.
Chocolove seemed to know exactly what to do, but Ren did not, and the Chinese boy felt left out as he watched the other work.
"Eh, don't pout. Really, don't – it's not you. I only know this from when we had to patch you up." The comedian sat back on his heels. "We should have Faust look those over. I don't think I did such a great job." He made a little bow with the remaining fabric. "And don't be like that."
"Like what" Ren's tone was as cold as his friend's attacks.
Instead, Chocolove turned to HoroHoro. "Eh, Horo? How ya doin'?"
The black eyes were glazed, and drifted aimlessly. A murmur pasted over his lips, but nothing more.
Chocolove packed the bag back up.
HoroHoro managed to focus on Ren for a nano-second, and Ren gave a weak smile back. That faded though, the moment he spoke. "We need to get him out of here."
The oldest looked at him suspiciously. "Who did this Ren? I know you know."
Ren placed his hand on HoroHoro's forehead. "He's so warm."
"REN." Chocolove hissed.
Ren grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped his teammate in it. Chocolove gave up his pursuit of getting Ren to talk, and helped.
"Can you carry him?"
Chocolove nodded.
"I'll meet you outside." Ren headed back to the room. HE folded up the blankets and futons, setting them nicely in the closet, before grabbing their bags.
"Oh. Are you three leaving?"
Ren brushed past Hao, but the Asakura grabbed his arm. "What's wrong... Renny?"
"Deal's off Hao."
"Whatcha mean?"
"You'd leave my sister and my team alone. Except, one of my teammates has been raped, and his ribs are crushed. And I know exactly who did it."
"Ah, but that leaves –"
"Jun and Chocolove will get a heads up. So will the others. You broke a deal with me, and the one you made with Yoh and Anna. The latter twice."
"You're playing with fire Tao Ren."
"What else is new." As to emphasis his point, Hoa's pant leg caught fire.
Hao let go of Ren, and the flames vanished. Ren walked past as Hao cooed over his burnt clothes. But as the Chinese left the room, he was spoken to again.
"Watch out Renny. I'll be here, one step behind you. I'm always ready to play, especially now that I've found such willing play mates. You'll never know when I'll find a new game- but don't worry – I'll find you. I wouldn't want to leave out my two new toys."
Hao gave a little pout as Ren restrained himself from attacking then. Now was not the time to get his ass kicked. In stead, he kept walking.
"Bye-bye Renny! I love You!"
Ren twitched,
"Come back and play!"
Chocolove was at the end of the hall, HoroHoro on his back. Ren joined him.
"Yes. Come back and play, my beautiful little toys."
End of Chapter One
Okay... what inspired this bit of scariness... I wrote this while in Japan. Ta Su Ke Te was supposta be written out in hiragana, but wouldn't support it... for those who don't know, tasukete means 'help me' anybody see Weiß? Omi/Mamaru screaming 'Tas'kete Papa!' No? Okay then. Well, the idea for the story was "Tasukete" written in ice, a then a doodle I did, that was chapter two.
Hao... He was fun to write... realize, I have never seen the anime, and have only read the manga up to volume 30... I'm still waiting for 31 to get published... Anywho in 30, Hao dealt HoroHoro a low blow, in his happy Hao way. That inspired him in this chapter. 'Kay? 'Kay.
Also, people may get ideas – so I'm explaining myself. Have you SEEN Horo sleep! Of not, tell me, I'll scan the page. Manga 24... Poor Ren.
I also had Hao calling Horo 'Horokeu' because in the manga, when Horo introduces himself after flipping out, Hao has like three pages of dialogue on Horo...
And the dark italics belong to Tomeka! Something Meka says.
Oh god, the rules... Anybody catch the double meaning in there... it's all Jen's fault!
NEW Word: deice to keep free or rid of ice, according to Webster.
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