Shaman King
Bittersweet Idol
Rated: T
Genre: Romance/General/Humour/Drama
Pairings: YohAnnaHao LysergJeanne RenPirikaOC HoroHoroTamao RyuJunPairon etc…
Summary: Its bad luck to break a mirror, right? Seven years does drag on…not that Yoh, a boy who fights with ghosts, believes in these superstitions. However, after an accident from trying to buy his fiancé a Christmas present, he's got it coming with…Faust as the happy school doctor? Hao as the hottie who flips his hair? This isn't going to end well...
Part One: Mirrored Bad Luck
Prologue: Starting Off With Fireworks! Some Random Issues The Men Seem To Have
"YOH!"
"…Hai?"
"Get down here and do the dishes! You're bottomless stomached friends have destroyed my kitchen! Come look at the bloody mess!"
"But why would I look at it if it's so bad…?"
"BAKA! I heard that! It's an order, so get your lazy arse down here!"
The brunette stiffened at his fiancés booming and demanding voice, but before allowing himself to ponder on how she had heard him mutter to himself, he came to the conclusion it would not be the most intelligent thing to keep her waiting. Not that he particularly had any of this so called intelligence, but experience from bodily harm had dragged his common sense up to the next level.
He reached his feet and swiftly stumbled down the stairs, coming to a salute as an infuriated blonde stormed into the room; black eyes shimmering with anger. Ah yes, he was quite screwed, but from either the amount of cleaning or what she would inflict on him was inconclusive.
"Ohayo Anna-ch-."
"Get going."
"…Where are you going though?"
"To watch my soaps. Sophomore Skaters is reaching a dramatic conclusion and I can't miss it!"
He blinked, opening his mouth to respond, but the itako had already vanished from sight. There was silence, before he heard the television switch on and the blaring and annoying opening theme from said soap sounded. He scratched the back of his head tentatively, before spinning on his heel and setting off to do the work. "Yoh!" He halted when he heard her voice again.
"Hai?"
"Manta rang. Said he was going to come over with HoroHoro."
He beamed a smile.
"Hai!"
Before he went anywhere though, Anna started off again.
"Yoh?"
"Hai?"
"Just to say, if I get interrupted, the blame rests on your shoulders."
"Hai." And crying anime style, the shaman skulked off to attend the dishes that needed doing.
He shuffled towards them, before a revolting smell wafted past him. He cringed and held his nose, eyes widening as he saw the extent of HoroHoro's reminisce. Well, it was a lesson to not actually let him eat when he was actually hungry instead of just being piggish…
He was going to have to do something about it eventually, but for now he was stuck to cleaning up the mess his delightful friend had delightfully left for him.
Amidst scrubbing the food embraced dishes with a sticky sponge that HoroHoro must have assumed to be produced and preventing himself from retching at the stench they bestowed upon him a sudden thought crossed his mind.
He would have released the dish if not from the implanted reaction in his mind, the 'don't be a baka or Anna will see to it that you are six feet under' one. Speaking of that reaction, if he didn't do what he forgot, he'd be in the same mess…but better to not drop it now and reserve the torture for later if he didn't rush out quickly eh?
He finished the dish he was working on and set it down, silencing the strong urge to gulp from fear. He had to slip out while she was occupied, praying her sharp senses would not ensnare him. What had been forgotten was the fact that Christmas was just around the corner, quite literally with the enormous store selling products and he had viewed Anna wrapping something. He had presumed it was his present and had gone about that day smiling and feeling happier than he ever had and considering he looked happy every single day, he friends thought he was somewhat ill…
Ah, but maybe the sun had given him heatstroke as he endured his harsh training as he had not bought Anna a present….and all Christmas presents were to be scattered around the tree, in 'perfect condition, otherwise' (Anna's own words believe it or not) by evening…
It was approaching six in the afternoon now, and the lazy brunette lacked a present. So, basically, he had to go and buy one before she sniffed out his fear and came to investigate.
Sighing exasperatedly and shaking his head, he crept to the front door, opening it and made his way out, shutting it soundlessly behind him. At some point as she watched her programme Anna found herself brooding for unknown reasons, but shook the feeling that she should go beat the hell out of her fiancé away.
BS I
"You FORGOT Anna's Christmas present!"
"Aiya! Quieten down! The ghosts will tell her if they hear!"
"They never seem to like you Yoh."
"Anna-chan probably bribes them…"
"Threatens more like…"
"Well anyways, I don't know what to buy her! Its half six and the soap will be over by half seven-!"
"YOH. C.A.L.M D.O.W.N…we'll think of something. What does Anna like?"
"Um…soaps on DVD? Black dresses?"
"What about flowers? Does she like them?"
Yoh frowned lightly, but he was obviously not speculating.
"Iie Manta. It's Christmas. Not that Valianttimes day!"
"…It was just a suggestion and besides. It's valentines day."
Yoh blinked, hand cupping his chin.
"Is it really? What's valentines day?"
Manta hung his head and groaned, before he noticed something out of the corner of his eye while muttering. There stood a newly furnished shop; conveniently entitled 'All Yours.' It reached high into the current pale blue sky, dabbed by greyness and seemed to touch the clouds. It was made out of solid stone however, taking the outward appearance of a castle. Why, in these day and ages they opted to make it out of stone, which would most likely intimidate customers, was unknown to the short human. Despite that, they obviously housed good presents; brimming with girly girl things. But the slight hitch was that Anna certainly was no girly girl and she wasn't the most enthusiastic about Christmas anyway. It had taken Yoh days of whining to make her cave in and buy the gift, but she was unaware that he knew she had cracked…
"Yoh, let's go shopping in there. Something of the bountiful quantity in there has to jog your memory of what Anna likes! I think…she does like stuff beside soaps and giving you a hard time right?"
"Of course…anyways, let's go!"
"Yep, but make sure you save yourself some money. That book of yours is overdue and you have to pay penance."
Yoh blinked, before rubbing the back of his head tentatively, grinning broadly.
"Money? I have nothing on me."
Manta blanched; sweat beginning to form on his face as he abruptly pointed to himself, beginning to hyperventilate.
"Surely you don't intend to use my money!"
Yoh sweatdropped and gave a half shrug.
"I didn't think it would bother you much seeing as you've got pockets bursting with money."
"Yoh, that isn't the point."
"I know. I never do get the point."
"Yoh?"
"Yeah?"
"You're paying me back every single yen…"
"Urh…let's look for a discount."
BS I
"Ren-kun!"
"…Nani?"
"What dress do you think I should buy for Christmas?"
"None. They make you look even more repulsive than you already are, which I assumed was quite an impossible feat to achieve, but I was corrected."
"So…the red one?"
"When will your understand that I am not your personal shopping advisor!"
"…But I kinda think the green one goes better…y'know, forest and tress, Christmas…"
"Cease asking me these questions!"
"Oh! But the yellow one is so cute!"
"Younger sibling of HoroHoro!"
"Hmm, but maybe the purple one Ren? Nah…its too…skimpy isn't it?"
"Cease and desist!"
"OH the maroon one…! Hey Ren-Kun, why are you glowering at me? C'mon I need some expertise! Work with me here!"
"What makes you think I'm an expert on dresses?"
"Well, you have good hair gel so…"
"…My hair is natural…"
"Sure…but I wasn't about to ask my oni-chan! Now THAT'S just plain ridiculous!"
"And asking a Chinese warrior is better?"
"Ooh Ren! What about red?"
"You want my honest opinion?"
"Hai. I've only been asking it for TWO whole hours!"
"Well. You look hideous in all these dresses. They make you look fat."
"Really? Oh…"
She looked deflated, twiddling her thumbs and Ren finally thought his terrifying ordeal was over. He smirked smugly, hopping down from the counter he sat upon in a bored manner and dusted himself down, beginning to leave. He turned to Pirika and nodded.
"Right. Time to go-."
"ONTO THE SKIRTS!"
BS I
"Tamao-chan, are you going to play secret Santa this year?"
At the simple question, the timid bubblegum haired girl paused, clasping her hands together and blushed a gentle shade of crimson. The oblivious male Ainu was much too busy awaiting her answer than to notice thankfully.
"Ano…I think I might…give it a try…"
"Good, good! But hey, who do you have in mind to give a present to?"
She flushed harder at this question, the image of the very boy who had just questioned about it swarming her thoughts. She shook her head vigorously, trying to downpan her blush, but this time HoroHoro, who was studying her intently, noticed. She nearly fainted when he grinned cheekily at her, assuming he had figured it out. "C'mon, I won't tell, promise!"
Or perhaps not…
Tamao let out a sigh of relief from breath she hadn't the slightest idea she'd inhaled.
In truth, HoroHoro was a tad jealous at whoever she was blushing so visibly at, but he wasn't about to let her know for that matter; nor admit it to himself for the time being. He'd have to mellow out and try not to thump who she was thinking about. Perhaps it was still Yoh, yet they speculated that she had lost her crush on him and was developing quite strong feelings for another.
In some ways, it was better when she liked Yoh, because he could keep an eye on the boy and nothing could ever happen because Yoh didn't recognise Tamao's crush on him and was devoted solely to Anna. But when he didn't know who it was, what was he meant to do? He'd act like an older brother, seeing if the man was decent. His sister had been getting too attached to a certain Tao recently, but when he hinted that she had the faintest of infatuation for him, she turned crimson big time and beat the holy shit out of him. He swore it was worse than getting thrashed by TWO Anna's. Yep, THAT bad.
"Ne, HoroHoro-sama?"
"Nani?"
"…Could you…help me in picking out a gift for him?"
The Ainu paused, an assortment of different emotions coursing through him, before he turned to fully face her, giving a wry, strained grin and folding his arms.
"Sure. Why not tell me who it is first?"
Oh Tamao hadn't thought of that…
Well, she could not tell him it was him, so she had to come up with a well thought, carefully constructed and believable ans-
"Chocolove-sama!"
Oh damnit…
Tsuzuku