Summary: The blood of his parents is haunting him. No one can help him, not even the friends he trusts so much. It's only a matter of time before he breaks down and reveals his secret buried deep inside himself. Dark Horo fic
Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King. Happy?
Set in Horo's POV
"Red"
Chapter one: Crimson Nightmare
Cold dark liquid flowed out of the body of a woman. She lay there, just a lifeless corpse who has been pronounced dead. No rising up and down of her chest nor the sparkle on her now departed eyes. Gone. Her existence in this world is now just a fading memory.
Across the crimson room was a boy, gasping for air, wielding a bloodied blade. He stared at the immobile figure as if he was expecting movement. He was evidently shaking, trying to keep and outburst of emotion.
Such a child, full of innocence and purity holding a vulnerable mind, shouldn't have witnessed scenery like this. But then, no one sees this child as a blessing from above. They all look at him as a devil from the very bottom pits of hell. After all, he did kill his older brother(1), father and now his mother. "A demon child", they say. Every passing moment hushed whispers and murmurs run across the native village. He could hear them all. This isn't because he was a shaman, that was very common in the place, but because of the 'other person' hidden within him.
He cried. Throwing the knife away he cried. Tears mixing with the red stains of his blood smeared face. Curled up against the wall he continued to shed tears. He hated this. He hated everything happening in his life. Why him? Why not some golden eyed freak? Why must he be cursed and shunned? Did the gods of fate hate him so?
"O-onii-chan…" a whimper broke out. Is she next? Is his younger sister the up coming victim? The small 3 year old walked towards him step-by-step. When she finally reached him, the girl tried to calm down her distressed brother.
"Pirika..." his voice was coarse but still gentle. "I don't want you to die..."
"I...I'm not going to die..."
"Promise me?"
"Y-yes... I- I promise."
"Thank you..." and with those last two words he closed his eyes and entered a different kind of slumber.
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I opened my eyes and realized it was just a dream. A nightmare. A memory. I sat up and got off my futon taking a glance at the time.
'3:00 a.m.' I read. It was early. But he had that kind of flashback in his sleep again. Those reveries were often nowadays, though he isn't used to it. He wasn't ever used to it.
However, that was the past. He's a new person, now a teenager with sky blue hair, vigorous azure eyes and a goofy grin. He put on his clothing, grabbed his snowboard and ikapasui(sp?), and headed outside the inn to train.
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A/N
It's only chapter one so it's pretty short, but I promise the others will be longer! Anyways,it's kinda odd when I read it. The beginning sounded like Naruto, with a little mixed up details.
Oh yeah:
No. Horohoro doesn't have a brother. It's just some insert to the story.
Anyways, hope you liked it. The next chaps will be better. So it would really help if you click on the little square button on the lower left!