Oh gosh… here goes another attempt for a fic… I do not own Shaman king and since I really have no idea how to make money out of this, there's no use in suing me. And please note, the original idea was Phantom-D lots of cred to her. You can find her on deviantart, check out her gallery if you like this fic.

And to Phantom-D, first I already written the storyline, how it'll go, somethings might be changed but I think this first chapter came out pretty well, :3 tell me what u think.

The Necroman's apprentice.

Manta was silently crying, everywhere on his body that had been ripped and torn was bleeding and burning. His father had beaten him aging. But this time it had been much longer and much, much harder than ever before. Even though Manta closed his eyes and clapped his hands over his ears so he wouldn't hear his mother and sisters sobs the room under him, he still couldn't shut out the voice that was trapped within his head.

"I am going to beat out every bit of that, that, perverse things you have in mind and hopefully beat some sense into you too."

All he ever wanted was to scream. But Manta knew he shouldn't, that would get him into more trouble.

'Why?' He thought while crying his heart out.

Because Mansumi had found out his big secret.

Manta had never had a dream of his own, his only future was to when he was old enough, to take over Oyamada cooperation. That was his future, the future that had been decided for him the same day he had been born. And for that, he'd always been the student that was studying hardest in school. Because he got a hell if he didn't perform perfectly. And because of that, Manta was a pretty lonely person with no real friends. All that ever was, was study study study. Yet, even though he had know that he'd really get into trouble for it if anyone found out, he had kept a secret porn magazine hidden under the mattress in his bed. But it wasn't that normal kind of porn, no, such things would only have been seen as natural, but now when it was a fact that it contained pictures of naked boys… that was something completely different. That was something very wrong, and he'd been punished for it.

Slowly he got up, he had decided something, and there was a fire burning in his eyes that couldn't be seen before.

'I need to get away from here, before it kills me'

Quickly he packed all the things he reckon he needed, yet he made sure to keep it light. Never know when you need to be as light at possible when you need to run for your life. Manta knew that the door was guarded, all of them was. So instead he climbed out through his window and then started climbing down the drainpipe.

A gentle breeze ruffled his hair slightly, and he looked down. At once he closed his eyes and gulped.

''Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down…'

And slowly he continued to climb down to the ground, letting out a little sight of relief. Then was the main gate, surely heavily guarded with hi-tech cameras, or usually.

Manta smirked, there was an upside to have studied as much technology as he had. To put out the cameras was simple than anyone could think. So now he could just open the huge iron-gates, walk through them, and closed them behind him as he left.

He looked up at the star spotted sky, was it just him, or did the stars be extra bright this night? He had walked for an hour now, maybe two but just when he was about to look at his arm watch he felt a cold wind pass by. He shivered and looked up.

The old graveyard, on the hill of it, it was…

He remembered once upon time when he'd been all into ghost stories, he'd go there and sit for a quiet moment of peace and of horror. He'd wondered what it'd be like to see ghosts but in the end he had matured and gone on (besides his mum didn't like his interest so much.)

But now when he looked up he saw something, or rather felt something. What first only looked like a shadow, sorta turned into something else. Now he thought he knew what it was, but it didn't really make any sense.

'a, a grim reaper?' That was what it looked like, glowing red eyes, a scythe, and a creepy glow that convinced Manta that this wasn't jus a cozplay-kid that have gotten lost.

'Na..ni?'

But then for the second time that night he felt a cold shiver down his spine and he was like hearing the voices of two men in his head.

"He went this way, didn't he?" At once he recognized it as the voice of Kuroi, one of the family's caretakers.

"Yeah, I saw him go this way, Mr. Mansumi was right that he might run away after all…"

Manta had heard enough. Quickly he climbed over the iron gates, careful to make just as little sound as possible and yet hurry. It was a difficult task but he managed to get to the other side of it (since it was so old and worn it would be suicide to try and open it.) He ran over the old cemetery as fast as fast as his little legs could carry him, gosh, he didn't even want to think about what would happen if he got caught. It was more pure instinct than anything else that guided him now. It was as if he knew that the old doors weren't locked, that you could just open them just a tiny bit and slip in and then close them behind you. And that was what he did, yet somehow he felt that the men was getting nearer, he felt their presence getting closer. Quickly he ran and hid under one of the benches.

Yeah, maybe not a great idea but now it was a fact that he was all out of ideas.

He curled up tight into a little ball, clutching his backpack. The stone floor was so cold, he closed his eyes when he felt the men's presence aging. Aging he heard their voices inside his head.

"So what do you reckon? Maybe he's hiding somewhere up at that old cemetery?"

'NO! Don't come here, don't come here, please don't come up here!!' Manta screamed mentally.

"…"

"Well? What do you think?"

'Ohgosh,ohgoshohgoshnononononoono, I'm not here! I'M NOT HERE!'

"…No, he's probably not there, he's probably just walking on since he have no idea that we're following him. To go up there might just be a waste of time and we might loose him."

"Yeah, you're right"

Then Manta felt how those two men walked down the rest of the pavement, getting further and further away from him. But it wasn't until much later, when he didn't feel any slightest presence of the two men that he dared to crawl out from under the bench. He was cold and stiff, as he looked around in the empty church. And he noted a sound that was rapidly growing stronger.

'Rain…'

No use to go on tonight, for the time being he was safe. Slowly he pulled out a blanket from his backpack and as he sat down against a pillar, he wrapped it around him. Hoping to get some warmth.

Slowly he drifted away into sleep, totally unaware about those two blue eyes that were watching him with a slight sparkle of interest.

End of chapter one, now review my pretties! laughs manically