Hello
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King, and if i did it wouldn't be on a Kids channel, and it would have a lot more yaoi in!. Oh, and I don't own Evanescence or Hello (their song)
Warning: This story has slight yaoi.. Don't like? Don't flame.
And on with the show
Playground school bell rings, again.
Rainclouds, come to play, again.
Has no-one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to.
Hello.
It was a bleak day. The clouds were blackened and rain fell down, setting the mood, for today. Lyserg was sitting on a bench outside, holding a chain, with 2 pendants, the first was a small cross; silver, with diamonds, twas very Gothic; The other was a key, a plain silver key, it opened no doors, nor did it close any doors. Twas just a key. Lyserg's mascara was running, and his hair, dyed black, wasn't gelled, twas just loose. Yoh walked outside, into the garden, solemnly and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. No words were spoken; just silence.
If i smile and don't believe,
Soon I'll wake from this dream.
Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken.
Hello I'm the lie,
Living for you, so you can't hide.
Don't cry.
The rain poured, heavier, And lightning started to flash. It made no difference to Lyserg. He had lost his loved one, and wanted to sit outside and be sad. Life had no use for the young Shaman, not now. Not anymore. He almost wishes he never met Yoh or Anna, or HoroHoro, or... Ren. Then he wouldn't have to relive this pain. He'd already went through it once, he needn't go through it again. But he'll never forget. When Ren said those three words. He was the happiest guy alive. He'll never forget those nights, those warm, sweet nights. When Ren made Lyserg his. Lust was heavy in the air, so much so that you could smell it when you heard them, you could taste it when you breathed. Their bodies, collide into each other. Their fingers trace their skin. Their lips touch, their sweat drops, their bodies heat up, their hips grind into one burst of pleasure. But that will no longer be. As he is gone.
Suddenly I know I'm not sleeping.
Hello I'm still here.
All that's left of yesterday.
Walking in their bedroom, Lyserg could still, smell it. The scent, lingered. The scent of their lust. The scent will never be smelled again. For he is Dead. His lover, His life, His angel is dead.