A/N: Hey guys, it's me, Yuuki with another story. I know that I never updated my other stories, but let's face it, they were crap -_-. Anyway, I just got interested in Shaman King again and started reading it for the third time, and when I get motivated this story comes out from my cranium. Unlike the other stories that I've read where they pair up their OCs with the canon characters, mine will be paired up with each other (OCxOC). The pairings will be left intact for all you fanatics out their that would probably rip my head off if I did mess with them. I mean, who would want to change the pairing of Ren/Jeanne? They made a very cute kid together so that's that, and curse the ones that dare change it! Sorry for my rambling, but now that you've taken your time in reading this, please enjoy the story ^^.

Disclaimer: Shaman King is owned by Hiroyuki Takei

Summary: This story follows the adventures of Hana, Anna III, and Saiki Oyamada, Manta's and Marion's daughter (yeah, I went there!), along with their friends and family. There will be hardships throughout the story, and secrets will be revealed, some more shocking than the previous ones. Mostly centered on the kids of the Canon cast. Sorry about this poor summary, but I'm still trying to develope a plot.

Chapter 1: Wisdom is Bleak

No one in this particular time will stop for a moment and appreciate the tranquility and simplicity of the natural gifts Mother Earth has presented to us…

A little girl, no more than five years of age, with cute little blonde pigtails tied in ribbons and wearing a pink summer dress with matching shoes skipped happily along the sidewalk, rattling the fence beside her with a stick she picked up from the ground.

sakura sakura

noyama mo sato mo

mi-watasu kagiri

kasumi ka kumo ka

asahi ni niou

sakura sakura

hanazakari

The little girl's voice was dainty and sweet when she started to sing, just how a little girl's voice should sound. The only difference that was found in it was a tinge of sadness that only the most perceptive could detect.

sakura sakura

yayoi no sorawa

mi-watasu kagiri

kasumi ka kumo ka

nioi zo izuru

izaya izaya

mini yukan

As she was nearing the end of the song she stopped banging the fence, coming to the end of it and now facing the gates of Funbari Cemetery, her face filled with innocent curiosity as she grabbed the metal bars with her chubby fingers. "Daddy, how come there are people in there? I thought only the dead were allowed in there," she said in a fumbled manner, but still able to pass her message through with a cute demeanor as she turned her big green eyes to him.

"What you are seeing now are not people, but ghosts of the ones that have already passed away," he answered simple and to the point, earning a big gasp from his little girl. On another note, if someone were to see them together right now, they wouldn't think the man of roughly 2'05'', with short blonde hair was her father. More likely they would confuse him as her brother if it weren't for the air of superiority and the business suit he was wearing.

"Ne, just like Mosuke-san?" she answered with a smile on her face as she ran up to Manta and hugged him tightly. "That's right Saiki-chan, just like Mosuke," he reassured her as he took his daughter's hand and started walking onwards, away from the cemetery.

A feline companion rests quietly beside a tree, the pipe in his mouth shifting as he held a small smile in place.

"sakura sakura, noyama mo sato mo…"

The poor alarm clock didn't see it coming when it was suddenly smashed when it started its morning racket. The owner of said hand was now getting up in a slow manner, the teen's long blonde hair cascading over her face, obscuring any morning light from hitting her eyes.

"Saiki-chan! You wouldn't want to be late to your first day of school so get up already!"

"Baka tou-san," the teen muttered as she stood up and slowly made her way to the bathroom, where her clothes were already neatly folded in place, topped with a small jewelry box placed on a side table. She takes a quick shower since she had taken one last night, and dries herself before putting on her uniform, which consisted of a dark green light coat that was buttoned all the way up except for two buttons, a white short sleeved shirt with a red loose bow, and a skirt that didn't exceed the shortness limit.

The only thing that was different from the rest of the uniforms was not only that they were tailor-maid from the finest materials, but also the golden initials of her name on the cuffs of the jacket and skirt bottom, which she liked to do nothing better than unstitch them. The only thing that stopped her was who had stitched them on, and she proceeded to finish her looks with white stockings and black shoes.

When she finished she started climbing down the stairs while placing her long blonde hair into a ponytail with a black ribbon, and the silver pendant of a heart being crushed by a sledge hammer bouncing softly around her neck. "Ohayo tou-san," she said softly at the man who was already seated down and enjoying his newspaper with a cup of black coffee as she entered the dining room, quickly grabbing some toast and downing the orange juice before picking up her bag and a case and rushing out towards the door.

"Wait a minute," the man suddenly said and she stopped, turning around with a cool expression on her face. She watched as her father stood up and walked in front of her. Saiki just couldn't help but smirk at how small her dad was, looking more like if he was her younger brother than her dad. He motioned for her to come lower and she rolled her eyes as she did, giving him a light peck on the cheek as a farewell. "Anything else you would want me to do father?" she asked in an even voice as she straightened herself up.

The hint of sadness was still there.

"Just do well in school and make lots of friends," he said with a childish demeanor as he grinned back at his daughter. She just nodded, a soft smile on her face, and finally stepped out, closing the door behind her with a soft click. Manta sighed as he went over to the dining room again, finishing his coffee and folding the paper while placing it inside his suitcase.

"Saiki-sama sure has grown to be a remarkable young woman," a voice said behind Manta, who just smiled and looked back at his old friend Mosuke. Since the day they first met he hadn't changed at all, which was probably because ghosts never age after they die. "That's true, but I worry that her attitude will push the other kids away. She is so much like her mother," he said as he made his way towards the door.

Before he went out though, he turned to his guardian ghost and gave him a wary smile. "At least Mari-chan wasn't here to hear that," he said nervously, now opening the door and walking out to the awaiting black car in front, closing the door after waving Mosuke goodbye. "Well, better get to work," the sword smith said with his own wary voice. "Saiki-sama won't be happy if I don't find the metals she assigned me for the projects," he muttered as the ghost too disappeared, leaving the estate lonely for the moment.

A feline smile that reflects sadness and grief.

The young Oyamada, although brought up by a family filled with industrialization and competition, actually takes more pleasure on the simpler things in life, like nature and the flow of time that seemingly slows down for her when she stops to contemplate the peaceful beauty of the little nature that is left in Funbari.

So when her father had asked her if she wanted a lift to her school, she downright refused and gave him one of her famous cold stares that rivaled a certain Itako's own look. That is why she was now walking towards her new house of knowledge after her trip on train, carrying her matching green Baggallini backpack on her back, and a viola that she had rolling around with added wheels on the case.

"Sakura sakura, noyama mo sato mo," she began singing in a low tone as she neared her new school, watching as the other teens made their way to the building. Before she could make another step though she stopped, her eyes narrowed as she felt another presence, different from the normal presences of the other kids.

"You should probably come out from where you're hiding stranger. It makes you look like a potential stalker to the rest," the teen said as she raised her free hand towards her necklace to play with it. "It depends on who can see me, so you should go against placing me into the ranks of incompetent beings," the other said with a smile, watching as Saiki turned around to where he was standing beside a tree, noticing her eyes widening for a moment before going back to their narrowed glance.

Before her stood a boy of probably her age, but with the air of someone wise and older, with long dark brown hair that fell past his waist, his eyes matching the color as well. He was wearing a flower and butterfly printed kimono that flowed delicately with the wind, and so this gave him a calm but powerful aura, in Saiki's point of view anyway. "By the looks of it you don't go to this school," she murmured as she made her way toward the teen, giving him a once over with her analytical eyes. "You're a shaman," she murmured as realization dawned to her, now knowing where all that furyoku was coming from when she refined her sixth sense just now.

"You're quite a bright young woman Saiki-san. As expected from an Oyamada," the teen said with a smile, which made the girl frown slightly. "If you know what my name is, then it would be proper etiquette to give your name as well," she answered briskly, ignoring the first bell that told her class was starting. "My name is Hao Asakura," the shaman simply said as he watched her set the case so that she could sit on it. "Asakura? I vaguely remember that name from when I was younger, somewhere before I moved to America almost ten years ago," she informed him calmly. "Also, when you referred to 'incompetent beings,' you meant the humans right? Do you think I fit into that category?" she asked sternly, earning a soft chuckle from the boy.

"You are a shaman, are you not? It's not like every person has a mortuary tablet hanging from their bag as a key chain," he answered back with a grin. Saiki sighed as she took her bag off, clipping off the tablet that was hanging and placed it inside her bag, clipping it back closed afterwards. "I was wondering why I couldn't find it," she muttered in a dazed voice, which made Hao arch one of his delicate eyebrows.

When she noticed his expression she just sighed and stood up, now hearing the late bell with a sad expression. "I guess I should be going now. Although short, it was a calming experience having conversed with you Hao-san. Goodbye," she said with a curt bow, now making her way towards the school.

"I don't get it," the boy suddenly said, making the girl stop abruptly and turn her head to the side with a confused expression. "What don't you get?" she asked with a neutral tone, but her eyes were narrowed. "What I don't get is how two weak shamans were able to produce someone like you?" he asked the teen with a small smile.

This made her aura darken and her blood boil, wanting so badly to attack him at that moment, but knew that she couldn't. "I learned from the best when I was travelling. I won't have a punk like you disrespecting my parents either, even if you are more powerful than me," she finalized with a snap of her voice before continuing her way.

She gasped when she felt a light tug on her ribbon and the release of her hair, now flowing with the light breeze like a river of pure gold. "Your ability of perception, although unrefined, is quite remarkable from a girl that has had poor training," the shaman whispered softly in her ear.

"Also I have noticed that you are able to use Reishi, and I'm quite envious that you know how to keep it on a leash when I couldn't before. Perhaps your training wasn't as mediocre as I would've thought."

"What are you-" Saiki said but didn't get to finish since Hao had already left, no sign of the shaman and leaving her with the words stuck in her mouth. She finally sighed and started moving faster towards the building, frustrated that she was going to be late for her first day at school, and curious about what the teen had said.

How the hell does he know who I am?

A/N: Whew, done. I'm sorry for how short it is, but I'll try and make the next chapters longer. Reviews are appreciated, and if you have any questions or are confused, please just tell me, review or in PM. I will also accept critism that well help me and your opinion on Saiki. I don't want her to be a Mary Sue, so it would help if I get the opinion of others. Flames will be used to charge my hater flamethrower, so you better watch out.