Author's Note: I own nothing, although I wish I owned Faust, Morty and Yoh…Amidamaru as well! But especially Faust!X3 First Shaman King fanfic, so don't be too harsh!;) Enjoy! xx
Morty felt an arm shake him. He groaned, turning over in his bed, refusing to get up. But the shaking persisted, getting a little faster as time passed. For a second, Morty thought that it was Anna, but that idea was quickly squashed. If it was her, she would have whooped his ass till morning comes. Hell, it would be till next year.
'Wha…?' the small boy groaned, clutching the soft white sheets with his tiny hands.
'Morty,' a soft voice called, Morty couldn't place a name on it at first. 'Morty…time to wake up. You'll miss breakfast and a boy like you needs all the energy he needs to grow healthy and strong.'
Morty turned around, his eyes widening and he screamed. He scurried to the corner of the room, pressing up against the wall as if he could escape further from the man of his nightmares by pushing against the cool surface.
The tall man stood up, an apologetic smile crossing his pale face. He scratched the back of his head, his blonde locks shaking slightly. His blue eyes piercing through Morty's soul, or was he just imagining it, he could have had another dose of morphine. He rubbed the dark bags under his eyes, still drowsy. His discoloured lips spoke, 'Guten Morgen! Wie geht's dir?'
Morty just stared at the necromancer, what the hell did he say? Was it some sort of chant that causes skeletons to pop out of nowhere? Morty shuddered at the memory of when they met Faust first in the graveyard. Faust looked at the poor, frightened young boy, his perfectly thin eyebrows raised up in confusion, but soon fell down when he remembered that no one in the group knew any word of his native tongue. Only Eliza, his beloved Eliza. He snapped out of his idyllic thoughts and smiled at him.
'I said how are you?' Faust chuckled softly, reverting back to Japanese. Once he saw how pale the poor misfortune was, he frowned. 'Morty, are you feeling alright? You look like you're going to pass out.'
He walked over, Morty's little feet rubbing frantically across the wooden floor. Faust took off a white glove and was about to press it up against his forehead, when Morty ran out the room, practically crying for Yoh.
The German necromancer stood up and sighed. Ryo and Chocolove walked in, looking at Faust.
'What's up with Mort?' Ryo asked, knowing how much Morty feared Faust after needlessly dissecting him, but he was going to give him the benefit of the doubt none the less. Faust just shrugged.
'Miss Anna told me to wake him up for breakfast, he looked sick so I went over to feel his forehead and then he just ran out the room screaming, as you saw,' Faust explained, his eyes furrowing in concentration as to why the dwarf might have acted like that.
'He'll be fine,' Chocolove laughed. 'You know the little guy, freaking out over everything.'
Faust tilted his head, 'Did I do something wrong…?'
The other two froze, thinking of ways to answer him without getting themselves under Faust's wrath…and scalpel.