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Hello, this is the 'sequel' to Hurricane Yoh: First Stage! Which was (honestly?) pretty much scrapped. But it lives again!
Last time, on Hurricane Yoh: First Stage:
Tamao was quite lucky, she realized, that Yoh had walked into the dining area with Anna. Because Anna's immediate reaction to seeing Tamao had both Zenki and Kohki aiming for her head.
Now, get ready for Hurricane Yoh: Second Stage!
Chapter 1: After the Storm (dear god, that's cheasy)
It was a bright morning at the Funbari Inn. The sky, having exhausted all it's fury in the previous night's storm, was clear without a cloud. The birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and inside the household, Anna was fuming.
'It was an accident, it was an accident, she didn't know what she was doing, it was an accident,' she repeated in her mind. Yet the image of Tamao's towel-less, post-shower, damp, well-endowed (more so than her, anyway) body being crushed into Yoh's bare chest was chiseled into her mind. It at once made her (though she certainly wouldn't admit anything) hot with indignation and cold with fury.
Tamao walked in, laundry basket in hand.
Anna snapped her a freezing cold, patented "Anna" glare v.5000 which could make a rock whimper and weep in abject terror.
(A/N explanation corner: "v." is the abbreviation for "version". Hence, version 5000. Hey, she's been doing it all her life, so she's got a lot of versions, what can I say?)
Tamao thought she would surely die just from the look. She reflected that it wouldn't really be so bad: she could easily believe that Anna's stare promised suffering worse than death.
Her thoughts paused. Anna was an expert Itako, not even death could save her! Death was like Anna's workplace, like her playground.
Tamao gulped, hard.
And then, as if on cue, her "knight in shining armor": Yoh-sama appeared.
No, that's a mistake of wording. Shining armor was attractively chivalrous. Post-morning workout, sweat-soaked shirt, tiredly smiling Yoh was not attractively chivalrous in any way, shape, or form. When Yoh-sama appeared, Tamao's "knight of: mind bending, hormonal supercharge-inducing, totally oblivious, towering monolith of raw sexual hotness and temptation" appeared.
Tamao instantly developed the largest nosebleed of her life and veritably melted into a Tamao-esque puddle on the floor. The laundry basket and contents fell on her head shortly before she passed out.
(A/N: If "beauty is in the eye of the beholder" then Tamao was born with Yoh attractiveness x100-tinted glasses on)
Yoh looked at the Tamao-puddle on the floor, dangerously giddy smile fixed on her face.
"Did you attack Tamao-chan again while I was out, Anna-chan?" Yoh asked disapprovingly.
Anna thought that was a stupid thing to suggest, she perfectly understood that Tamao really didn't know what she was doing last night. But in regards to Yoh, she had this to think: 'Clueless, completely and utterly clueless when it comes to anything of romantic consequence.' It was one of Yoh's more consistent and reliable qualities. 'For training, I should make him watch my Soap Operas.'
Her eyebrow rose coolly, she said aloud: "You're late, Yoh."
"Aha, I ran into Horohoro during my laps under the lake"
(A/N: yes, under, weights, remember?)
"Let me guess," Anna articulated, "he's standing outside right now, waiting for you to," she took great care in dragging out the next words, "butter me up."
Yoh sweat dropped and chuckled nervously, "Anna's situational analysis is first rate," he buttered up.
"Is he going to freeload again?"
"Well, you see…"
"No"
"But, Anna," he persisted, "the hurricane caught him, and…"
"And…" She wanted to make sure of this point, "you think I will have sympathy to him?"
Yoh nodded enthusiastically
"Hmm, it seems you're still an idiot"
"Aw, c'mon Anna, please?" Yoh dropped to his knees and clasped his hands in front of him, begging.
"What's it worth to you?"
Yoh sweat dropped. 'that's my Anna, alright...'
Yoh opened his mouth to reply, just what he would reply, well... even he didn't know that. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on just what Yoh would have said otherwise) sounds of an argument drifted in from outside.
Anna gave Yoh a hard (well... harder, at any rate) look. It took two to argue about who's hair was superior (for that was what they were doing... again.)
"W-Well, Ryu-san was driving through the area when the storm hit and his precious 'purple-hog' didn't make it through and—"
Anna placed her hands on her hips and began to tap her foot; and to Yoh, it sounded like the hollow toll of the funeral bell. The arguing outside fell silent
"So then, just how many of your friends are out there?" When Anna asks a question, though somehow it never seems as if she has asked you a question when she asks you a question.
Yoh was sweating bullets. He replied: "W-Well, Chocolove thought he'd try Japanese humor again and--"
"I see," Anna stated dangerously, "All of them are out there, and you want them to freeload again." It wasn't a question.
"Hai..." came the despondent reply.
Anna sighed and raised her eyes to the ceiling in thought. Her hand found it's way to her bandana--The one Yoh had given her last night--and stroked it contemplatively.
Yoh sighed, things were not looking hopeful for him, but as long as Anna seriously considered it, he wouldn't complain. "Don't worry Anna," he'd say, "maybe some other time". He opened his mouth to go through with his speech, but... Anna beat him to the punch
"Yoh..."
"Don't wor--"
"It's fine"
Stunned silence!
Anna ignored his schock. "They split the chores between them. You still have light training in the morning and afternoon," she instructed
Yoh's face lit up as if illuminated by some holy light of realization. He walked behind her slowly as if walking on glass, wrapped his arms around her slowly as if holding a cloud and, resting his chin on her shoulder, he spoke.
"Ann-chan is feeling relaxed today" ' is that bandana helping her contoll her powers well?'
"Shut up, it's not 'Ann-chan', it's 'Anna Kyoyama'."
However, "Anna Kyoyama" surprisingly, did nothing about neither Yoh's arms around her, nor his chin on her shoulder.
"It's not fair though, Ann-chan. When the ice around your heart melts like this I want you to myself, but you timed it to just when my friends are coming over" he pouted. It was true. Yoh had very simple tastes, as far as he was concerned. Hamburgers, curry bread, "Soul Bob", not doing his work, sleeping, and the simple rare times when he could wrap Anna in his arms and just stand—or sit—somewhere. In a way, Anna's coldness would sometimes unexpectadly take a 'break' when it was only the two of them around or concious (poor, blissfully fainted Tamao). It didn't affect her reasoning or descision making or anything, it was really just Anna indulging in her own emotions for a while, like a sort of 'mini-holiday' from her self-imposed emotional restraint. The restraint to keep her semi-literal "inner demons" from tearing up the world. After yesterday... she needed this, badly.
"Then you can send your friends away," Anna reasoned, addressing Yoh's pout, "and it's not 'Ann-chan'"
"No, it's okay. Ann-chan will only stay soft and relaxed for a max of five minuets before turning back into the mean, terror-inducing Anna that everyone else knows" he whispered as he pulled his fiancée closer to him, completely ignoring the "it's not Ann-chan" vibes he was getting. The times when he could get close to Anna without fear of extreme bodily harm were more precious than gold.
"Oh? That's very accurate, Yoh"
"I know my Ann-chan," he stated factually, "besides, I usually time it with your stop-watch because the occurrence is so special"
"It's not 'Ann-chan' you aurally challenged idiot" but though her words were impossibly pointed, her voice was yet uncharacteristically emotional.
(A/N explanation corner: "aurally" is linked to hearing similarly to how "orally" is linked to speech)
"Hmm... then 'Kyoya-chan'?"
"What idiot makes pet names out of the family name?" Again, you couldn't say it was really a question
"Only your Asaku-chan!"
"Hmph" Anna fought it, but she smiled. When Yoh reached for her hand, she didn't reject him. "Though my five minuets of insanity are almost up"
"Don't say that, it's just the 'Anna-Ice' around your heart melting for a while. You even lightened the training," Yoh said, now sounding concerned, "it's a little strange"
"Yesterday's hurricane took it's toll on you, and you've been working hard," Anna reasoned, "harder than I knew"
"Don't say that, it's not work if you're making a present"
Anna sighed, "I don't even know how to explain why making a bandana out of furyoku--your soul's energy--is stupid when it can be used to link directly back to your soul" She glared sternly up at him, and her hand squeezed his a little tighter. Basically, the glare was supposed to shoot her point into Yoh's thick skull, but it seemingly bounced right off.
"Haha, well, Ann-chan keeps all the money so I can't buy anything," he reasoned, "and I'm sure it can help or protect you sometime."
Anna's head snapped up to observe her fiancée's face "What's wrong, Yoh? What do I need protection from?" she asked seriously. An underlying edge lay in her voice.
"Aah, my five minuets are probably up," Yoh said, hastily untangling himself, "I'll go get the others!" and making a beeline for the door." They'll be happy to—"
"Yoh," Anna spoke—she was standing now—and Yoh paused mid-stride, "did you sense something?"
He sighed and half turned to her, he hadn't wanted to say anything but it was too late, "I don't know Ann-chan, but when I look at the sunset, I keep feeling that some time soon, something big is going to happen."
Anna frowned. Actually, it was just a twitch of the lips but to Yoh, it was clearly a frown. "Hmph," she started offhandedly, "whatever it is, you're ready. You've had too much down-time anyway."
He said nothing, but nodded and turned to the door.
"Come on in, everyone!"
A/N author's corner: That right there is the first chapter of the sequel to my Hurricane Yoh! I'm 'so-so' happy with it. It was somewhat fun to write the first bit, but the more serious parts (which is a new element Hurricane Yoh!) were not so easy to write.
I'd like to say that I've matured as an author in my break from writing. And so, I will! However, that may or may not have come at the cost of my rampant silliness which was prevailant in 'First Stage' and made it as much (pitiful though it was) of a sucsess as it was.
If you haven't read the first one:
You need not read the first one to understand this one but all the same, I will blatantly self-advertise my own story like so:
"read first stage if you like second stage, you idiot! The style is less mature, but you know you love it! Just click to my author's page and click "Hurricane Yoh: First Stage!". Do it, do it now!"
Sublminal Messaging:
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If you actually read each and eavery word of that subliminal message in the vain hope that you'd find something funny then congratulations: You've defeated my applied concept behind this subliminal messaging. Though you still didn't find anything funny, and so I laugh at you: "hoho".
Review if you want, don't review if you don't want. But if you don't then when you die, you'll die with a heavy heart and a plauged concience and be sent directly to hell by God himself for your inconcievable sin of ingratitude to "Jo: the funkmaster"
Also, if I offend anyone with my comments, them I'm sorry but I tend to type things as I think them when it comes to A/N author's corner and if you'd see my face, you would understand that it's all just one big, non-funny, satire-ical joke.
