Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.
I've been uploading the detritus of fics saved on my PC. This could be yaoi if you squint.
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Ren's eye twitched. Really, this had to stop. They were in the middle of a perfectly good meal, when all of a sudden Horo started to twitch. Not again. Sure enough, he mumbled some excuse and ran out of the room. Ren tried not to wonder where he had gone and concrentrate on his food, but his thoughts kept sliding back to his friend, especially when he heard a bang and a muffled thump outside.
I've had enough.
He stood up abruptly, very nearly overturning the table. He gave Anna and Yoh an apologetic look.
'I've got to go... outside, and do some... things,'
Yoh gave him a suspicious look, and Ren tried unsuccessfully to keep from blushing. He quickly turned away and opened the door as quietly as he could, careful not to let Horo hear him. He saw Horo crouching over something at the other side of the garden. He waited in the shadow of the house, listening for another noise. Wait. Was Horo talking to himself?
'Yeah... that's better, isn't it? That's just what you wanted!'
Ren gazed blankly ahead in horror as Horo made a convulsive movement and a squeaky noise.
'No! Bad boy! No- ooo, maybe not so bad after all,' Silence. Ren deeply regretted sticking his nose into this.
'You're so cute!'
BANG.
'Ren? What are you doing out here? and why are you banging your head against a wall?'
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Ren's attempts to erase the disturbing images from his mind were stopped by Horo grabbing him by the shoulders and spinning him round.
'What's going on?' Horo asked, his forehead under his headband wrinkling as he frowned at Ren.
'Urrrrgh...' Ren moaned and tried to get back to his memory-erasing.
'Ren! Wait, stoppit,' Horo pulled his jacket off and bundled it up, putting it between the wall and Ren's head. He waited for the muffled thumps to die down.
'Ok. What is going on?' Horo asked, poking Ren in the cheek. Ren gazed in horror at the poking finger, and mumbled to his feet,
'Sorry. Didn't mean to... disturb you...'
'You didn't disturb me. I wouldn't have minded you watching- NO, NOT THE WALL AGAIN!' Horo prised Ren away from the sweet oblivion of a skull fracture before continuing.
'I mean, it's not like I was...' The colour drained from Horo's face. 'What did you think I was doing?'
'Believe me, you do not want to know,' Ren replied, sounding a little more like his usual self. There was a minute of awkward silence , then Ren said cautiously,
'So... you weren't...'
'No!'
'Then...' Ren looked like he was going to regret asking the question. 'What were you doing?'
'Look for yourself,' Horo replied, and gestured to his shirt, which was bizarrely bunched and twisted.
Ren looked at the shirt. The shirt looked back at Ren. Then an extremely fluffy head poked out and stared at Ren as if it'd never seen a Chinese boy blushing from head to toe before.
Unknown to either Horo or the kitten, Ren's heart melted into the kind of goo usually only found in the middle of soft-centred chocolates.
'Err... do you want to hold him?'
Horo wished he had a camera. Ren's expression was one he'd never seen his friend wear, something between a hot bath at the end of a long day and having a really good-
He had an idea.
'Hey, do you want to keep him?' Horo asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
Ren said nothing, but tucked the kitten into his jacket pocket. It sneezed and wriggled, but then apparently found something to gnaw on. By Ren's look of pain Horo knew it was probably the shaman's finger. They opened the door and headed back inside, Ren settling the kitten deeper in his pocket. He knew Anna's rules on pets.
'So!' Yoh asked, trying and failing to look normal. 'Did you have... fun?'
Horo and Ren looked at each other. This was going to be a long night.