The Fiancée

Author's Note: This is a boring chapter. Please bear with it. I promise you it'll become interesting! =D

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King :D

OOOO

"I know you're an idiot. That's why I call you that. I'm pretty sure you know that by now."

He could only smile. Her words were alive, just as alive as she will always be to him. He knew that she was there, she was just there reading it with him. Standing right beside him, whispering the words she wrote down to his ear. He swore he could feel her warm breath press against his neck. It made him shiver.

Her presence was very much alive. He could hear her heartbeat. He could inhale the breath she exhaled. He could feel her warmth pressing onto him.

He could feel her right in front of him. Looking at him, piercing his soul with her deep, raven colored eyes. He smiled to himself and rubbed the back of his head, as he would always whenever she called him 'baka.'

"But there's always one thing I tried to hide. It's probably why I left in the first place. It's too much to bear."

He bit his lower lip. What was she going to say? Whatever it was, it made him sweat.

Sweat.

Pant.

Sigh.

He continued on reading.

Stop. Widened eyes. Silence. Deep, dark, dreaded, silence.

His smile was gone. And there was nothing he could think of to replace it.

OOOO

"Here we are, Miss Anna."

The girl at the back of the car simply nodded, strapped her bag onto her back and opened the door beside her.

"I'll call you when you need to pick me up." She said as she stepped out of her car.

"Yes mam."

And with that, her car drove off. Anna sighed and looked at the enormous building in front of her. "Tokyo International High School" it said to her. She blinked a few times and started walking towards its main entrance. This wasn't the way she intended to spend her junior year.

Kyouyama Anna, the sole heiress of the Kyouyama International Hotels, wiped away the sweat trickling down the side of her face. It's so damn hot in this country, she thought to herself. Well, it was, for someone who just came from London. Japan was melting her out of her wits.

She ran her fingers through her hair; she could feel her head throbbing. Of course it would. She had just stepped out of a 12-hour flight from London to Tokyo, without any sleep or rest. She has just arrived at her fiancé's home about an hour ago, though his grandmother has insisted her to take a rest, she refused. She didn't want to be stuck in a huge house alone, with nothing to do and no one to talk to.

She didn't want to be interrogated by his other family members as well. She hated interrogation.

Anna paused for a while as she felt the cold, wind sweep across her skin. Refreshing. Truly, it is. She was in a foreign land, and this was only the second time she visited Japan. She had lived all her life in London. She haven't quite figured out how she's going to survive in this school, knowing that she knows little of Japanese culture and barely knows how to speak Japanese.

"You will go to Tokyo, and meet your fiancé."

She started walking again. She looked towards her watch, 7:30 am. She's thirty minutes late for her first class, how do they handle that in Japan? Do they scold students? Do they make fun? Or will they let her of because she's a newbie?

How would she know, she hasn't got the slightest clue. She was never late for school in London, being a straight-A student and all.

"Fiancé?"

Or maybe they'll let her off because her fiancé's family practically owns this school.

Kyouyama Anna was young, but she was not naïve. She knew very well the wealthy and powerful families married not for love, but rather for power. Just last month, her father told her to go to Japan, to meet her fiancé, the heir of the Asakura International Industrial Company. They were twins, that she knew of, but the older one has decided to work for the army, so the family heirloom was left to the younger.

Anna has reached the main entrance of the school, finally sheltered by the roof on top of her. She shook her head abruptly, pushing her latter thoughts away to prepare herself for her first class.

She was about to push the glass door open when suddenly…

"Itaii!"

Anna's eyes widened as she turned around to look where that voice came from. She noticed that the bushes at her rights created small movements, as if a small animal had just jumped into it.

"An animal?" She asked herself. She loosened her grip of the door's handle, "That can't be right. An animal couldn't talk."

Her eyes were fixed on the shrubs, when suddenly a figure stood up from it and started to run away. Anna fully let go of the door handle and followed him.

Normally, Anna couldn't care less about situations like these. She made her a point to never meddle with other people's business, especially with people she doesn't know. And this is why she hated people when they stuck their noses to her business. She did not want people clinging to her, because she did want to cling on other people as well. She likes being alone, she embraces solitude. If it were possible, she wished to be invisible some times, just go get away from human contact.

And maybe that's why she doesn't have friends.

But what makes Anna turn around and reach out to another human being is her will to help them out, especially when they are in need of medical assistance. That has always been Anna's nature, whenever she sees a person in bad shape or bleeding, she's always ready to help them.

And this person, running away from her…

"I saw the blood stain on his sleeve." She thought to herself. She doesn't know this person. She doesn't even know this place. But she knows one thing, he was in a bad shape and he didn't medical assistance of some sort. "That idiot, I've got to help him."

Anna stopped to her tracks and perceived that the person she was following suddenly disappeared. She was about to turn around and head back when she noticed a shed was just a few feet away from her. She walked towards and noted that the door was opened.

"Maybe he went in here," she thought to herself as she pushed the door opened. The room was dark and filled with sports equipment such as basketballs, baseball bats, soccer balls, and hockey sticks. Her right foot stepped inside when suddenly she heard a faint and cracked voice…

"Ohayou."

Anna looked to where the voice was coming from. It was a boy, about her age, with his back pressed against the wall right beside the door's opening. Anna stepped in and continued to examine his form. She did not close the door, allowing a little sunlight enter the dark, lifeless room.

She knelt down in front of him and raised her eye brow. How could someone get into such a mess so early in the morning?

"Don't move." She voiced as she started rummaging through her bag. The boy's eyes widened and bent his neck.

"Nani? Do yu imi desu ka?" (What? What do you mean?)

Anna couldn't understand what he was saying. He was speaking pure Japanese, she couldn't comprehend him. But that wasn't her main objective of following him, she had other plans. She took out a white cloth from her bag and a small bottle filled with water. She then poured a small amount of water into the cloth and reached for his face.

"Eh?" The boy could only say in awe.

"Would you pipe down? You're so annoying." Anna irritated spoke as she softly pressed the white cloth against his cheek. There was a big scar placed there, with still a little blood gushed out. Actually, his whole face is dirty. There was also a small bruise beneath his right eye. There were red marks around his neck, his right sleeve is cut and filled with blood stains. "And sorry, I don't understand you either."

The boy could only look at her with amazement. He doesn't know this person. He blinked, she has blonde hair. Blonde hair is quite unnatural in Japan, he thought to himself. He watched her wipe away the dirt from his face. He looked deep into her dark, raven colored eyes. Her face was so close.

"Kawaii…" He thought. Her hair was golden that reached just above her shoulders. It was a little messy, maybe because she ran after him, but it suited her anyhow. Her eyes were deep black, so black that if he were to stare at it, he would drown. Her skin was pale white, whiter than a lot of the girls he knew. He felt her skin when she moved away his bangs. Her skin was so soft and delicate. Her presence made him blush.

"What? Why are you turning red? Don't tell me you have a fever too." She felt a little agitated. This guy's practically worn off already, and it's so early in the morning. She neared her face to his, leaving almost no space in between their faces. Her burrows were furrowed as she examined his features.

The boy flustered at their distance. He was breathing in the air she breathed out, their noses were almost in contact, and he could only feel his heartbeat race faster as sweat formed at the side of his head. Damn.

"You look fine to me." Her voice was cold, sharp and icy. She turned around and started cleaning the wound on his right arm with the white cloth. The boy sighed.

"Ne, doshite?"

"I told you, I don't understand you."

Oh, she's not from here. He thought, but she looked so Japanese, excluding the hair though.

"Sorry." He voiced and a big smile crept to his face. "But, what are you doing here? Don't you have class?"

"Ah." She reached for her bag and grabbed a bottle of anti-septic and new piece of white cloth. She poured a few drops of the anti-septic on the cloth and started to wipe it against his wounds. "I think I should be asking you the same question."

He could only rub the back of his head at her remark.

"Ah… I guess you're right. Sorry." With that, he let of a small laugh. She did not respond as she continued to fix his wounds. "Ohayou gozaimasu."

She was silent. He bent his head in response to her silence. She's definitely new here; and she's definitely weird to him. She was just silent. Her gaze was piercing. Her voice, was so emotionless that it stunned him a little.

"That means good morning."

"Ah," she replied after a few moments. She had just finished tightening the bandage around his right arm. "Good morning to you too."

Anna stood up and dusted her skirt. The boy looked at himself and touched the scars in his face; they were all bandaged and clean now! This girl truly amazed him. He looked up to her and smiled. "Thank you."

Anna only stared deep into his eyes. She then walked away and reached for the door handle. "You don't need to thank me. I will become a doctor, that's why I'm doing this. Doctors are supposed to do this, right?"

"Oh. I-I guess you're right." The boy stuttered, a little stunned with the confession of her dream occupation. "By the way, I'm…"

"I don't need to know who you are," Anna's suddenly cut him off, surprising him. "Good day. I'll be off." And with that, she opened the door and stepped out, closing it on her way. The boy was a little surprised, but managed to smile at the end.

"Blonde hair ne?" He said to no one in particular. "Ohayou gozaimasu…"

OOOO

"Damn it."

Anna was running to her first class. The incident with the stranger has cost her 30 minutes. Now she's 1 hour late. She found her class and reached for the door. She immediately opened it, the teacher turned around to meet her, surprised at her panting form.

"And who might you be?"

Anna did not respond and just entered the class, still trying to catch her breath. She could feel eyes staring at her, and it was heavy. She disliked it. She hated the stares. After a little while, she heard murmurs and whispers across the room. She hated that as well.

"Well, if you insist on going to school, hand this letter to your teacher." She remember what Asakura Yohmei had told her.

She handed out a small letter to him. She watched how the teacher read it. She tried to read it too, but it was written in Japanese, so it was hopeless. She looked intently at him, trying to ignore the small fuss the students were making just because of her entrance. She could only sigh.

"Souka…" He said to himself and fixed his glasses. "Listen everyone, this is Kyouyama Anna."

With that, Anna faced her classmates with the same, cold and expressionless face she always wore. Everyone piped down and looked at her.

She had a slender figure, her proportions were right. Nothing was too big, or too short. Her left hand was placed on her waist, her body slightly tilted to the right. The windows were opened so the gentle breeze brushing against her body. The strands of her golden hair swayed against her clear and elegant face.

The boys could only blush at the sight of her.

"Kyouyama Anna is from London," the teacher added. "She'll be spending her junior here in Japan. She's not very good with Japanese, so please do understand her. Why don't you tell us about yourself, Kyouyama?"

Anna hated greetings, she hated welcomes and she most certainly hated introductions. She wanted to be invisible. That's what she wanted. If she hadn't gone to this country, she didn't need for any other introduction.

"You will go to Tokyo, and meet your fiancé."

"I'm Kyouyama Anna, 16 years old. I am pure Japanese, though I have lived in London for all of life."

Everyone was stunned with her accent. It was fluid and clear. It was perfect English. She truly had lived all her life outside of Japan.

"In addition to that," the teacher adjusted his glasses once again. He was quite old, maybe beyond his fifties, and surely he needed new glasses. "She is Asakura Yoh's fiancée. So, it would be natural for her to be seated right beside him."

"NANI!"

OOOO

Asakura Yoh had his eyes fixed on the windows as he walked towards his class. He's had quite a morning today.

"Ohayou gozaimasu," he told himself again as he let out a big grin form on his face. His hands were behind his back.

He has short, black hair that almost reached his shoulders and bangs that reached the edge of his face. His eyes were deep black, but they were warm and gentle. His school polo was unbuttoned, revealing his slightly chiseled body, with green pants. His orange headphones stuck right beside his ears. He wasn't wearing shoes, but rather sandals, which clicked every time he took a step.

Asakura Yoh was good-natured and he took nothing seriously. He was well known in this school, mainly because his family, along with four others, established it. In addition to that, the teachers considered him a nuisance since he was always skipping classes and had a good reputation of failing his tests. But they could do nothing about him because of his family name.

Yoh was truly spoiled, they say.

Yoh was quite well known with the ladies as well, with his good nature, good body and striking appearance, the girls threw themselves at him. But Yoh, being Yoh, would simple decline and tell them.

"Gomen. Demo, I like someone already."

The girls would be heart broken, naturally. But because Yoh's such a charmer and such a gentleman, they would just love him more.

"Daijoubu." Yoh said and wiped the girl's tears with his handkerchief. "There's someone out there."

Yoh wasn't a player, and he didn't quite like the attention. Yoh's just Yoh, that's just the way he knows how to handle things. He takes nothing seriously and believes that everything will work out in the end.

Yoh reached his classroom and opened the door. Banji umaku ikudarou.

"You're late again!" The teacher was furious. He hated it when this boy interrupted his class. But what he hated most was the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. This boy's simple untouchable.

"Gomen sensei," Yoh replied lazily with a big smile. The students didn't look so surprise that he came in that late. They would me more surprised if he came in time! Yoh didn't mind what they thought. He was just used to being late; in fact, he had no intention to going to class today. Something just changed his mind.

The teacher simply shook his head and continued writing on the board, "Hayaku. Go to your seat already."

Yoh smile never faded as he walked to his seat, with his eyes closed. When he was half way there to his seat, his teacher added. "Oh, your fiancée's there. She's sitting right beside you."

Yoh stopped walking when he heard the teacher's abrupt declaration and opened his eyes; he was right in front of his seat and his fiancée's seat. He looked at her and his eyes widened from shock.

"Ohayou gozaimasu," his fiancée greeted with a small smirk. "I'm Kyouyama Anna. You're Asakura Yoh, I assume."

Yoh could only nod with the acknowledgment of his name. "Impossible…"

There standing right in front of him, was his fiancée. She had deep black eyes and short blonde hair.

There standing right in front of him was his doctor. The woman who fixed all his wounds, despite not knowing who he is and what had happened to him.

There standing right in front of him was Kyouyama Anna.

His future wife.

"So, I was wrong. I do need to know who you are."

OOOO

Watcha think? Haven't been writing for awhile eh =)) please comment. Flames are welcome! :D