Hello, June here… this is a rather old story that I found one day on my flash drive that I thought I would like to complete, so I fixed it and I hope you like it… it is funny, sad, and sweet… Enjoy!

A/N: events in this story take place after the events that occurred in the tv show that 4Kids aired almost a millennia ago… that just tells you how old this thing is, how obsessed I was, AND how bored one can get when they have nothing better to do on the internet but type an old story! XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King or its characters…

Chapter 1-The Finding of Hao

'Where…where am I? ...am I dead? …why can't I move? …I don't feel pain…either I'm dead…or…I'm in so much pain I can't feel it…'

In the middle of a vast forest in a place called the Patch Village, was a clearing. In this clearing, there was a pile of rubble where, unknowingly, an almost dead Hao Asakura was lying in a huge puddle of blood. It was pooling around his spread out long, brown hair. A humongous gash was in his chest that was caused by his younger brother, Yoh Asakura, in heated battle that occurred a few days earlier.

Also in that clearing were three figures. The first figure was tall, strong with long, brown hair. His body was surrounded by five animal spirits. A turtle and a snake were on his arms; the turtle on his left and the snake on his right. A coyote and a bull were on each of his legs, and an eagle was on his shoulders. The other two were smaller than the first; they could only touch his knee with their hand if they were really trying. They were the same in size, weight and age. Their hair was in a single braid and they were running around like headless chickens.

"LIP! RAP! GET OVER HERE!" the man said to the two little girls. "You'll have to catch us first, Sylva!" Lip said, arms spread wile running to the left. "Yea, Silva, catch us!" Rap said, arms also spread out and running to the pile of rubble where Hao lay.

"It's too dangerous over there, Rap, get back here now!" shouted Silva while chasing Lip and finally getting her using his snake spirit as a lasso.

"Ha! You can't catch…" all of a sudden she tripped over Hao, who gave a low moan of pain that only Rap could hear.

"What the…what was that!" Rap started to panic as Silva and Lip joined her. When they caught up to her, they couldn't see Hao; there wasn't much to see in the first place considering he was under a huge pile of rubble. But what they did see was the giant pool of blood that was coming from him for two reasons; #1- it was a different color than the ground, so, duh. And #2- Rap was sitting in it.

"Rap?" Lip said, trying to stifle her giggles. "You're sitting in a pool of blood."

Rap screamed. She jumped and tripped over Hao again, who gave another moan of pain, a little louder this time so all three could hear him.

"THE ROCKS ARE ALIVE!" Lip and Rap screamed, running, once again, like headless chickens.

Silva got closer to the pool of blood and started looking for the source. A minute later, he found Hao. He didn't recognize him at first; his face was covered all over with dry blood. Silva took a flask of water that was labeled Lip and put it to his mouth. Amazingly, Hao drank it quickly as if his life depended on it, because, well, it was. Then, Silva took Rap's flask and washed his face.

He gasped. "Hao!" he whispered in surprise. He looked at his chest and saw the cut that Yoh put there a few days ago. He checked his heart rate and his breathing. He could barely feel his pulse and his breathing was very faint.

Silva, taking pity on Hao (even though Hao never took pitty on any person in his life) picked him up. "Is he going to be O.K.?" Rap asked, looking at Hao's wound.

"I don't know. His wound is really deep. He's on the edge of death. I might be able to stop the bleeding, though."

They started on their way home, Silva was flying, Hao in his arms. Hao was not used to this sensation, though he knew he had felt it before. It was he feeling of being weightless. 'Where am I going? Who is carrying me? Are they rescuing me? Do they know who I am?'

Silva finally arrived in the Patch Village near sunset and took the injured Asakura to his hut and put him on the bed in the small room. The bed was not very comfortable, so as soon as Hao was on it, he began to moan in pain.

"Shit!" Silva ran to the kitchen and got the first aid kit from the herb cupboard. He also grabbed the scissors and ran back to Hao (remember kids, don't do what Sylva just did, its bad to run with scissors… unless you fell the need and are trying to save some lowlife's life XD). He knelt next to Hao and took off his rags that he had on. Blood was pouring all over the sheets and Silva knew he didn't have long to try.

"Silver Wing!" an eagle appeared, "You, Silver Shield, Silver Rod, and Silver Horn will hold him down." They started yelling in protest.

"Why should we, Silva!" the snake answered, "All he'll do to us is kill us if he is fully healed!"

"I agree with Silver Rod," the turtle said, "This will only bring us death." Silver Horn grunted in agreement.

"It is my duty as a Patch to heal all those who need the help, friend or enemy!" He yelled at them, "and he might be past help by now, I just…" he stared at the pained face, "I want to see if he can change if he is shown kindness, for once."

The animals did as they were told and Silva began trying to heal Hao. It took many pain staking hours and close calls later, but Silva sat down on a seat not too far from Hao, who had finally stabilized and was resting peacefully. This was only half the battle, though. Silva looked to the rising sun, thinking on how he could possibly keep Hao safe. The Shaman King Tournament would start up in 2 weeks time, and all would love to know for sure that Hao was dead as a door nail. If they sensed his mana, they would surely come after him. Silva sighed and threaded his fingers through his hair.

"Silva," Silver Wing said to break the silence, "Hao is awake, unfortunately…" Silva went to the side of the bed and looked at the pathetic looking man with bandages around his torso, neck, and parts of his arms. Hao was also looking at the sunrise.

"I thought…" he said with a dry weak voice, "I would never see… one of… those ever again…" he winced, then turned his head slowly towards Silva. "I heard what you… said to the spirits…" he looked at him sternly, "you meant what you said… right?"

Silva looked shocked. He thought that Hao was completely unconscious. He then gained composure and nodded, "yes, I want to see if you can change…"

There was silence, then Hao smiled, a bit of pain showed, but he smiled, none the less. "I don't promise anything, I am not a miracle worker, a leopard cannot change his spots…"

"Sure enough," Silva said, crossing his arms, "but remember not to count your chickens before they hatch. Apparently, I am a miracle worker. I am no doctor, but I managed to keep you alive long enough to stop the bleeding and stabilize you. Maybe," Silva stared at the spot where the swirling energy that was the Great Spirit used to reside, "the Great Spirit still has something in store for you."