Author's Note:
Greetings and salutations everyone! The name's Kimora Sashantei and I wish to give a non-spoiler summary of the two new characters of the Shaman King franchise that I have created. I will start with the supporting protagonist-who hides his position by being on his dad, Zeke Asakura's, side-Hao Asakura. Yep. Don't that sound oh, so familiar. Well, I separated the names Zeke and Hao as two different characters, oh, but wait until you hear this one: this version of Hao Asakura has no evil intentions whatsoever. Please don't flame me, you guys, I just wanted to alter the hermaphrodite ( yes he is a hermaphrodite ) enough to where he was like my own character. That is all I shall say about him.
As for the second character, the young teen's name is Yoh Asakura, Jr. Yes, instead of Hana being Yoh's son, in my Shaman King world his son is Yoh, Jr.-and according to legend Yoh, Jr. is the demon between Hao and himself. If you are familiar with me from another website, , then you will know Yoh, Jr. is my favorite of the two, and not because in his Primal Yveltal Formation he freezes life to stone. As you read this trilogy you will discover how wrong the legend-tellers are about Junior.
One more thing before I stop yammering about: the two sons have traveled back in time from 2033 to 2014 thanks to the help of Dialga, the Temporal Pokemon. This, therefore, means that the Shaman Tournament had started in 2014 in my universe, simply because I have no exact year on when the original started.
Without further ado, let me zip my trap and begin the first step in the Passion's Flames Trilogy.
~Blaze One: Prurient Encounters~
A burning amber ore stabbed the already heated sand of a vast and confusing desert, though the granulated substance was slightly cooled by a gentle breeze that stirred the tiny grains. Behind a massive rock stood an unexpected young man with a complex image-one who was of more mystery than others.
Shoulder-length brunette hair blew poetically in the minor gale, and rich garnet orbs blazed strongly regardless of being hidden amongst the shadows. Tiny specks of light shed upon a sleek, kissable neck, followed by a fully-revealed Oriental Dragon tattoo beautifully displayed on the apparently rebel teen's left arm. Various other tattoos had covered the teenage boy's upper-body such as a Spiritual Dragon tattoo appearing as if it were guarding his chest and abdomen and a tattoo of two dragons coiling around a sword that the dragons seemingly protected in order to lock the demon within the boy. A naval piercing was quite noticeable, yet so remarkably hidden, and the majority of his astoundingly complex image was obscured by a black vest with orange rimming, which had been almost fully zipped down, and loose black pants with peculiarly orange shaped pockets and slots that might have been used in the past to hold certain weapons and/or mediums.
Though he seemed like he was sound, at heart the young teen was sobbing endlessly on the inside from the final moments with his spiteful, alcoholic and drug-addict mother. The final clash between such a distant relationship of mother and son . . .
The constant snapping of a cat-o-nine tails whip beating on fragile skin roared throughout a terror-engulfed living room as an intoxicated mom-who would easily classify as being directly from Hell-mercilessly and ruthless abused her own thirteen year old son with such hateful brutality it could would make you regurgitate. As if she were deaf of her own precious child's fearful and tragic wails and pleaded cries, the blind parent simply continued beating on the pitiful boy.
The blood that trickled from various, fresh cuts on the innocent child's skin seemed to bleed the poison that was etched into the whip itself from the revulsion mother whom apparently never cared, and the fear that sparked violently in the son's garnet eyes tried so hard to reason with his mother's furious white flares in her hazel eyes, but to no avail. "Mom, please! PLEASE! Sto-"
Snap.
The mysterious young man shook from his lament thoughts as he heard a clashing conversation apparently inching closer to his location seemingly by each word spoken. Sinking into the dim shadows the teenage rebel activated his dragon audibility, straining his ears to clarify every single vocabulary mentioned, his eyes kindled with a driving force as he peered from behind the rock.
"Dude, we've been walking in circles for hours, I'm sweating under this God damn Sun, and my feet are sore!" complained an Auni boy who sported ice-blue hair, deep, serene eyes, a white and Arctic-blue jacket, a pair of dark blue ski shorts, and jet-black shoes. Secured to his back by a cross-strap was a ski-board, hinting that the young man spent his leisurely time snowboarding.
Then an abrupt, irritable British-accented voice snapped viciously, "Would you shut your trap and quit complaining, dammit?!" The orphaned boy behind the smooth boulder caught sight of tapering bluish-purple hair, acute mustard-gold eyes, a long, silent-black jacket, and a scarf that matched the color of his eyes perfectly.
"We'd find Dobie Village faster if you'd quit arguing and focus," a light, husky voice-which came from a green-haired juvenile boy with a small cape-like adornment draped over his shoulders-seemed to be the peaceful, yet strict sentinel, his words the only weapon he dominated like a professional.
Immediately after those words were spilled, a Spanish-attributed voice swiftly countered unknowingly with, "You need to loosen your muscles a little more, Lyserg." The one whom had told a hopefully-relaxing message had an image of a back-street man: long black hair was stylized in a trendy hairstyle, a white suit with a purple collar, and black shoes. A wooden sword seemed to guard the man with silent stealth approaches.
But the final speaker struck the rebel boy's heart with the burning arrow of love. The soft tone, the sexy pitch, the joyful revise, and the dripping lust. All of it was enough to make the suspicious teen want to collapse unconscious:
"Come on, you guys! You can't just give up on this, especially since it's so important to us all!" The young adolescent that had exclaimed such cheerful words had beautiful shoulder length brunette hair that glowed with a sheen in the sunlight, glorious onyx-brown eyes, perfect Asian complexion, and a long orange overcoat was worn over his surely libidinous clothes and body. "And besides. You can't worry over the future because there's no way of knowing what is to come! So let's just-"
"Yoh-dono. Someone is watching us," a silver-haired samurai spirit informed the boy with the orange coat, whose gaze landed where the ghost's finger indicated: directly at the boulder the homeless boy stood behind.
Just as the emo child with the lush garnet eyes tried to mask his scent, the other brunette ordered sharply, "Hey! Whoever you are SHOW YOURSELF!"
Scared just a drop, the teen behind the towering stone ambled from the unseen side of the boulder into the dazzling sun's rays. "Greetings, young one, acquaintances."
"Dudes. . .Did. . ." the sky-blue headed teenager began hesitantly, "D-Did he just say. . .y-y-young one?!"
Nodding, the leader of the posse turned his focus back to the stranger, questioning, "Who are you? And why are you stalking us?"
Though on the inside he was enraged at the fact this boy before him thought he was a stalker, the unexpected passerby replied with, "My genuine name I shall not state, but I will tell you my Anthro Title is Shadow Soul. And I was not stalking you guys, but was only attempting to find a place to sleep."
Gasp from the leader. "So you're. . .y-you're-"
"Homeless. Unfortunately, yes, I have no place to call home."
"Oh my God, you poor baby!" exclaimed the other brunette as he entered the rebel's space, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling the orphaned child into him. "It's okay, it's okay. You're with us now. No need to worry." As the renegade's garnet ores widened the embracer introduced himself as: "My name's Yoh, and I won't force you to reveal your identity. I make that promise. Okay?"
Ignoring the faces of doubt that casted upon the two, ShadowSoul held Yoh close to him like it was his last day on Earth. Every point on the mysterious teen's body was kissed by Yoh's own gifted and perfect anatomy, from his head to his gentlemen area to his calves and finally his feet, and for a moment he was drowned in complete bliss as he tangled himself in Yoh's essence. But perhaps there was just one factor that stunned him: the fact that the sexy leader did the same to him. Not even bothering to widen his eyes in shock, ShadowSoul moaned, blushing as Yoh's hand ran down his back and touched his ass. Just before he could do the same to the other, the sound of a clearing throat shook him from his fantasy. Reluctantly pulling away, ShadowSoul gazed with lustful garnet pearls deep into Yoh's seducible, yet adorable onyx orbs, biting his bottom lip when he detected the secret love that was hidden to all but him. Before Yoh could ask what ShadowSoul seen the darkly-charismatic boy planted his own lips against the teen principle's.
Shifting his feet uncomfortably, Yoh kissed ShadowSoul deeply, yet with embarrassment. But when one of his team members yanked Yoh away from the ominously-seductive newcomer, the boss whimpered, actually feeling heartache when ShadowSoul's touch had been removed. "But why not?" Yoh begged.
The man with the black hair pointed a thumb backwards at an approaching truck heading in their direction. "Because our ride is here, Master Yoh!" This made all of the group members chant three cheers for Dobie Village-and how ShadowSoul knew what they were searching for was one of the great mysteries of Pokémon Anthros.
"Would you like to join us?" ShadowSoul was taken aback as he seen Yoh extend a hand and offering him the chance of a lifetime. "I mean, with us you'll never be alone. Sounds like a plan?" Then he gave his own signature laugh.
Blinking a little, ShadowSoul nodded, replying with, "I could definitely use some friends." Then he bounded on the back of the truck, helping Yoh up when he needed help. Throughout the entire ride, almost everyone was silent, all except for Yoh and ShadowSoul:
"ShadowSoul?" Yoh said the young Anthro's name with the smoothness of satin.
"Yeah, Yoh?" ShadowSoul looked up from his lap upon hearing the sound of his name.
Running his fingertips down the Deity's arm, Yoh asked, "Has anyone ever told you how alluring you look?"
Face red slightly, ShadowSoul responded, "I could ask you the same thing."
Then, as the two young men gazed into one another's eyes, their hearts began throbbing from the fire that had been ignited by just the presence of the new ally, and Yoh narrowed his eyes seductively, leaning into ShadowSoul's face as he realized no one else has ever made him feel this good in his entire life. Not even his vicious fiancée. Then, as the two teen's hands locked onto each other's and held on for what they hoped would be for eternity, he whispered four words. Just four words that made ShadowSoul flustered and aroused:
"I love you, ShadowSoul."
Well. I suppose the first step in the Passion's Flames Trilogy seemed pretty decent, right? I really hope you all enjoyed it, and please! I welcome criticism, so please! Comment on whatever you liked! But I'm really only looking for what I could most improve on, who your favorite character so far-which to be honest it's either ShadowSoul or Yoh because the rest never really made their debut yet so yeah-and your favorite part in this chapter. Please, no rude remarks. If you honestly don't like something, tell me respectably and I will read it, but I cannot take rudeness. I hope you understand.
But man. ShadowSoul's got a lot being revealed to him-but perhaps a little too soon on the first encounter. But what's ShadowSoul's true identity? Why does he seem so strangely identical to Yoh Asakura? But most of all. . .who is ShadowSoul to begin with? Many questions seem to be unanswered in utter, bleak darkness. 'Til next time, this is Kimora, over, and out!
