White Moon

Title: White Moon
Author: Chibi Team Rocket (YouAsakuraSK@hotmail.com)
Begun: June 16, 2002
Finished:
Rating: R
Synopsis: Faust VIII really would like to revive his beloved Eliza. However, there only seems to be one person who could be able to do this, and that person is the enemy. What will the widower do to get his wife back?
Comments: Ha! Odd coupling, but one I'm absolutely in love with it. :B Be afraid. The rating is for language, possible violence, and Shouta (Young boy X Older man). ::sweatdrop:: The title of the story is actually Faust's image song, Shiroi Tsuki (White Moon). Another thing... I took Faust out of the wheelchair, like the Anime. ^_^;;; I hope that does not disturb the hard-core Manga fans...

White Moon

Chapter 1 - Green Realization

It was a night just like any other night in the graveyard. Misty and dead. The tall German Shaman known as Faust VIII sat on the grave he always did in the Patch Tribe cemetery. His ice blue eyes glistened as he gazed at the small, moldy skull he held in his hand. His gloved hands wandered over it, touching it fondly. He smiled sadly, as he always did.
"My beautiful Eliza," he whispered. "How I love you. I long to be with you again." A tear ran down his cheek as he remembered how he found his wife dead the day after their wedding many years ago. He was never able to save her.
That was why he wanted to become the Shaman King, right? To gain the powers to bring people back from the dead, specifically his wife. After all these years, he still mourned her death.
Faust rose from his seated position, his tall, slender form seeming to loom over the graves. He stood in his Shaman attire - The long white coat hung loosely on his body and the golden scarf swayed softly in the light breeze. He pushed his pale blonde hair from his face, the tears falling harder.
How often was it that he cried like this? Faust was strong in the daytime, but when night fell, he would lose it. He never had slept since Eliza was murdered. He figured that, if he slept, he might miss out on some new revelation as to how to get her back.
But morning was almost here, and it was time to get back to the stadium to watch the Shaman King tournament. Faust sighed, wiping away the tears from his eyes and putting on his sad smile. He had to be strong for his friends. He was a doctor, and doctors never showed their feelings.

The morning dragged by. Faust noticed that Anna and Yoh were not speaking to each other again. This must have been because of the recent event of Yoh forfeiting from the fight. Ren was back, but extremely weak. And Horohoro and Chocolove were not back from their quest to become stronger yet. Manta was busy trying to cheer up Yoh and Tamao was preparing breakfast. Ryu was engaged in a talk with Mikihisa about the X-LAWS and the Spirits were talking amongst themselves.
Faust felt utterly alone. People tended to keep away from him because he was not the friendliest of all of them. He was all right with being alone. After all, he had been alone for so long. But today seemed worse than the others. Maybe it was because everyone was so detached. They were all worried about the Tournament and what was going to happen.
That was when Manta walked over to him, smiling faintly at the taller man. "Mr. Faust, are you okay?" he asked.
Faust leaned over, petting Manta on the head. He was very lucky that Manta had forgiven him from their first meeting. After Faust had joined the crew, they had become friends. Sort of. The smaller boy was still a little frightened of him.
"Yes. Though I am a little washed out today," Faust smiled. "I feel as if I am not here."
"Perhaps you are tired," Manta suggested.
Faust laughed. "I am never tired. And if I ever feel like I am ready to fall asleep, I will take something."
Manta frowned slightly. "It is really unhealthy to do stuff like that. You should try sleeping."
"Thank you, Manta," replied Faust. "It is nice to know that you are worried about me." Manta smiled, nodded, and then hopped back over to Yoh. He sighed and looked out the window. The Tournament was going to begin in about an hour, so the group would have to start getting ready to leave. Faust would probably rest on the bench as he did during every fight, curled up in a green blanket. His life was pretty boring, and today Team Funbari did not have a fight. No thanks to Yoh...
Soon he heard Anna's yelling to start getting ready to leave and that she was going ahead and would not wait for anyone. Yoh rolled his eyes at her and said he would go with Manta and Ren anyway. Ren protested by standing up and heading out after Anna. Faust rose to his feet himself and began heading out, carrying the precious skeleton.

The arena was already quite full when the group of friends arrived. Yoh and Anna both leaned against the railing. Manta was on his box so that he would be able to see. Ren sat on the bench next to Faust, but keeping his distance. Faust held back a bored yawn and dusted off Eliza's skull idly.
It seemed that the first two groups to battle this morning would be the Star Team and some other group called Royal Shadow. Yoh was very interested in this first match, as were the others. Hao was going to be up. Manta fidgeted and asked Yoh if Hao would kill these people. Yoh sadly looked down and said that he did not know.
Faust heard this and became angry. Again, he wished that he could bring back people from the dead. This Hao took pleasure out of just killing random people to feed his Spirit of Fire. He wondered if Hao knew just how precious life was and that if you lose it, it affects the people around you.
He did not even know Hao, but Faust hated him.
At last, it was time for the match to begin. After they were announced, the two groups came onto the field. Hao was smiling, holding a brilliant red flame between his thumb and forefinger in his hand. His two partners followed behind him.
The Royal Shadow team also walked into the arena. They were rather hesitant though. They were scared, knowing that this teenager had killed and that they could be next. Royal Shadow was a group of three. The leader was a young boy who looked about Yoh's age. He had purple hair and large brown eyes. He was a wizard Shaman and used magic techniques with the help of his spirit partner. He calmly, yet nervously, approached Hao and bowed his head to him.
Hao only smiled back and summoned his Spirit of Fire. The great beast towered over the stadium, reaching down and allowing Hao to sit in its clawed hand.
The young wizard Shaman cowered as the gun to start the fight sounded off. He quickly started chanting spell after spell. The other two of his group joined him, yet every attack that they made crumbled after hitting the Spirit of Fire. The Spirit of Fire laughed, shaking the arena. Hao snapped his fingers and his spirit easily skewered the three Shamen on its claws.
Yoh growled, tears running down his face. The fight was already over and Hao had won. In his win, he had killed three more people. The gun was sounded again, giving victory to the Star Team. Hao smiled again as the whole stadium booed him angrily. Then he dropped to the ground and walked off.
Faust was chewing on his glove, furious at the heartless bastard. He muttered a few German curses under his breath, which surprised the group, since he barely voiced opinions of hatred. He heard Ryu tell him to calm down, but he snapped back.
Manta stepped back worriedly. He had only seen Faust look that angry when he was fighting or when Faust had fought against Yoh the first time. Faust was usually pretty calm, if a little insane, but never expressed anger unless in battle.
It was then that Faust VIII heard a comment that made his thoughts change.
"That Hao," said one Shaman a few rows behind them nervously. "H-He can do anything! He's so powerful. He probably has enough power to bring people back from the dead!"
Faust's eyes widened, and he released the glove from his teeth. He stared into the stadium after Hao Asakura, face completely in shock. And then... Was it just coincidence?
Hao looked up and at Faust. Straight at him, grinning cruelly.
He felt his heart stop for a minute. His hands clenched into fists and he rose to his feet. Faust did not reply to Manta when he asked the doctor where he was going. He just walked away and out of the arena. Faust glared angrily ahead of him, trembling slightly.
If Hao really could bring people back from the dead, Faust was going to find out.