[DISCLAIMER] Shaman King is NOT any of my property. This fanfiction is based upon it, but that certainly doesn't mean I own the anime title!
Note: /.../ indicate ones thoughts, since Notepad can't do italics.
and -...- indicates bold letters, since Notepad can't do bold letters either.
Lightning-Dono: I wanted to make a short fanfiction...er, short is a word I use to mean as in...Not very long...I wanted to start on a Shaman King fic because the characters are interesting to write about...Even if I'm having a tough time using the dub names or not. But I guess I will since so many people watch the dub. o.O
To summarize the story in whole, this story is all about Anna and Tamara. How interesting, eh? But It's really cute. Anna has always been mean to Tamao (Tamara), but one day, something happens that spurrs her to be kinder...Read on?
LET'S GO! =D
(Edit) I've fixed some mistakes in this chapter. 5/21/04 (/Edit)
Anna was undoing the ribbon around her head carefully, trying not to make it touch Tamara's soft, sleeping face. Anna didn't like this girl...especially because of her affections towards people around her, her weakness and just her presence. Tamara had been over so much lately and she was with Morty more and more that Anna feared she might've liked Morty...They did share some pretty common things, but Anna wasn't planning on something like that. Besides, Tamara was competition for Yoh, and Anna liked competition more than anything.
Halfway through putting the ribbon back on loosely, Tamara woke up. Looking up at the clock dazedly, she said in a croaky voice, "Anna, it's 9:00 AM..." her head then drooped against her shoulder. "Yes, and that's exactly why you should be awake right now," Anna replied in a sour voice while turning on the TV. With a swift movement of her hand, she knocked Tamara out of her position. "Anna, where's Yoh?" She drew her hand across her eyes sleepily.
"He's out training, smart one. Where has he been in the mornings ever since you got here?" Anna propped a mug of hot chocolate up on a small table and leaned on her cushion, still watching the soap opera deep in thought.
"Thank you for the compliment," Tamara said shyly. She was still a little afraid and edgy around Anna.
"What 'compliment'?"
"You just said I was smart."
Anna turned around a raised an eyebrow at Tamara, who clearly didn't understand the concept of sarcasm. "No, you're not smart. You're slow. Now get away from me!" Anna turned around again as Tamara flushed a deep red. "Anna-san, what do you want me to do?" Anna pretended to not listen. "Anna-san?" Anna continued to not listen. Tamara sighed and unwillingly got up and ran into the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Tamara locked the old wooden door and sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
/Why does she always have to be so mean to me?/
Tamara thought miserably, putting her face into her hands.
/What did I ever do to her? I've always worked for her...I guess...Funbari Inn has been a big part of my life./
She got up, wet the cloth and proceeded to wash her face. Looking up in the mirror, she sighed.
/Yoh will never like me now. I look horrible.../
Then Tamara got an idea. It had to work or she would make a fool of herself.
Tamara opened the drawer with all of Anna's make-up and beauty supplies. Anna never used them for looks...Only for little jokes that she thought were funny...Like smothering lipstick on Tamara's clean face while she was sleeping. Tamara slowly took some cherry red lipstick, twisted it from it's tube and attempted to put it on her lips. Some of it went off, but she just wiped it away with a tissue. But something wasn't right. Tamara looked down at the tube of lipstick and realized that she had twisted it out too far. She tried to twist it back, but the bathroom door swung open and hit her arm. "I thought the lock worked," she said in shock as she tried to close the door with her elbow. Dropping the lipstick, in broke and the lipstick part came out. Tamara, in panic, picked it up and tried to stuff it back into the tube, but to no avail. It refused to go back in. Tamara shrugged, placed it into the sink and decided that was enough. It was only a few hours later when Anna walked into the bathroom that she knew what had happened.
Anna hadn't been placing eyes on Tamara ever since that morning. She just hated that fool of a girl more than anyone. But she hated Tamara even more after she saw what had happened.
Anna needed to go to the bathroom like anyone else did sometime or another. Walking barefooted to the bathroom, she opened the door and her eyes got larger in suprise. A lipstick stain on the wooden floor, her drawer open and a chunk of lipstick in the sink.
/Who could've done this?/
Anna thought, staring at the horrid mess that lay infront of her.
/Certainly not Trey, Yoh or Rio...Well, perhaps Rio, but even HE can't be THAT stupid.../
Anna then spotted the evidence that she needed. A strand of pink hair that was lying next to the sink. Anna's fuse had been lit. "TAMARA!" She shouted. So loud that even Tamara sitting out on the front porch could hear. Morty was watching Yoh trying to climb up a tree with weights on, his legs swinging off the porch step when he heard Anna. "Looks like Anna needs you, Tammy-chan," he told her pleasantly. "Then again, it can't be anything good if it's Anna who wants you." Morty smiled innocently and pushed Tamara in to the house.
Entering the room where Anna was, she couldn't comprehend the look on Anna's face. It was a cross of uncertainty, displeasure and anger. "It was just lipstick." It was meant to sound like a strong defense, but it came out as weak words that could only hit Anna at a minimal speed. Anna looked untouched.
"Tamara, tell me why you even care to live in this house." Tamara trembled, holding her purse tightly. "Tell me now." Anna was looking more and more dangerous by the second.
"I-I don't know," she replied.
"No, that's not what I want to hear." Anna rose from her chair, holding the empty tube of lipstick. "I suppose THIS means -NOTHING- to you!?" Anna shouted outrageously.
"But it was...it was only lip-lipstick!"
"LIPSTICK!? AND WHAT THE HECK WOULD YOU NEED LIPSTICK FOR? I WASTED MY TIME CLEANING AFTER -YOU- OF ALL PEOPLE!"
Suddenly, Anna regained her calm.
"Get out of this house. No one needs you here."
"B-But-,"
"No 'buts'. Get out of this house. NOW!"
Tamara heart-brokenly left the house. It was evening and the stars seemed dull and blurry through Tamara's red, swollen eyes.
"Why doesn't anyone want me?" She whispered, and sat on the porch step all night, gazing up at the stars longingly, as though wishing they would take her away.
Note: /.../ indicate ones thoughts, since Notepad can't do italics.
and -...- indicates bold letters, since Notepad can't do bold letters either.
Lightning-Dono: I wanted to make a short fanfiction...er, short is a word I use to mean as in...Not very long...I wanted to start on a Shaman King fic because the characters are interesting to write about...Even if I'm having a tough time using the dub names or not. But I guess I will since so many people watch the dub. o.O
To summarize the story in whole, this story is all about Anna and Tamara. How interesting, eh? But It's really cute. Anna has always been mean to Tamao (Tamara), but one day, something happens that spurrs her to be kinder...Read on?
LET'S GO! =D
(Edit) I've fixed some mistakes in this chapter. 5/21/04 (/Edit)
Anna was undoing the ribbon around her head carefully, trying not to make it touch Tamara's soft, sleeping face. Anna didn't like this girl...especially because of her affections towards people around her, her weakness and just her presence. Tamara had been over so much lately and she was with Morty more and more that Anna feared she might've liked Morty...They did share some pretty common things, but Anna wasn't planning on something like that. Besides, Tamara was competition for Yoh, and Anna liked competition more than anything.
Halfway through putting the ribbon back on loosely, Tamara woke up. Looking up at the clock dazedly, she said in a croaky voice, "Anna, it's 9:00 AM..." her head then drooped against her shoulder. "Yes, and that's exactly why you should be awake right now," Anna replied in a sour voice while turning on the TV. With a swift movement of her hand, she knocked Tamara out of her position. "Anna, where's Yoh?" She drew her hand across her eyes sleepily.
"He's out training, smart one. Where has he been in the mornings ever since you got here?" Anna propped a mug of hot chocolate up on a small table and leaned on her cushion, still watching the soap opera deep in thought.
"Thank you for the compliment," Tamara said shyly. She was still a little afraid and edgy around Anna.
"What 'compliment'?"
"You just said I was smart."
Anna turned around a raised an eyebrow at Tamara, who clearly didn't understand the concept of sarcasm. "No, you're not smart. You're slow. Now get away from me!" Anna turned around again as Tamara flushed a deep red. "Anna-san, what do you want me to do?" Anna pretended to not listen. "Anna-san?" Anna continued to not listen. Tamara sighed and unwillingly got up and ran into the bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, Tamara locked the old wooden door and sat down on the edge of the bathtub.
/Why does she always have to be so mean to me?/
Tamara thought miserably, putting her face into her hands.
/What did I ever do to her? I've always worked for her...I guess...Funbari Inn has been a big part of my life./
She got up, wet the cloth and proceeded to wash her face. Looking up in the mirror, she sighed.
/Yoh will never like me now. I look horrible.../
Then Tamara got an idea. It had to work or she would make a fool of herself.
Tamara opened the drawer with all of Anna's make-up and beauty supplies. Anna never used them for looks...Only for little jokes that she thought were funny...Like smothering lipstick on Tamara's clean face while she was sleeping. Tamara slowly took some cherry red lipstick, twisted it from it's tube and attempted to put it on her lips. Some of it went off, but she just wiped it away with a tissue. But something wasn't right. Tamara looked down at the tube of lipstick and realized that she had twisted it out too far. She tried to twist it back, but the bathroom door swung open and hit her arm. "I thought the lock worked," she said in shock as she tried to close the door with her elbow. Dropping the lipstick, in broke and the lipstick part came out. Tamara, in panic, picked it up and tried to stuff it back into the tube, but to no avail. It refused to go back in. Tamara shrugged, placed it into the sink and decided that was enough. It was only a few hours later when Anna walked into the bathroom that she knew what had happened.
Anna hadn't been placing eyes on Tamara ever since that morning. She just hated that fool of a girl more than anyone. But she hated Tamara even more after she saw what had happened.
Anna needed to go to the bathroom like anyone else did sometime or another. Walking barefooted to the bathroom, she opened the door and her eyes got larger in suprise. A lipstick stain on the wooden floor, her drawer open and a chunk of lipstick in the sink.
/Who could've done this?/
Anna thought, staring at the horrid mess that lay infront of her.
/Certainly not Trey, Yoh or Rio...Well, perhaps Rio, but even HE can't be THAT stupid.../
Anna then spotted the evidence that she needed. A strand of pink hair that was lying next to the sink. Anna's fuse had been lit. "TAMARA!" She shouted. So loud that even Tamara sitting out on the front porch could hear. Morty was watching Yoh trying to climb up a tree with weights on, his legs swinging off the porch step when he heard Anna. "Looks like Anna needs you, Tammy-chan," he told her pleasantly. "Then again, it can't be anything good if it's Anna who wants you." Morty smiled innocently and pushed Tamara in to the house.
Entering the room where Anna was, she couldn't comprehend the look on Anna's face. It was a cross of uncertainty, displeasure and anger. "It was just lipstick." It was meant to sound like a strong defense, but it came out as weak words that could only hit Anna at a minimal speed. Anna looked untouched.
"Tamara, tell me why you even care to live in this house." Tamara trembled, holding her purse tightly. "Tell me now." Anna was looking more and more dangerous by the second.
"I-I don't know," she replied.
"No, that's not what I want to hear." Anna rose from her chair, holding the empty tube of lipstick. "I suppose THIS means -NOTHING- to you!?" Anna shouted outrageously.
"But it was...it was only lip-lipstick!"
"LIPSTICK!? AND WHAT THE HECK WOULD YOU NEED LIPSTICK FOR? I WASTED MY TIME CLEANING AFTER -YOU- OF ALL PEOPLE!"
Suddenly, Anna regained her calm.
"Get out of this house. No one needs you here."
"B-But-,"
"No 'buts'. Get out of this house. NOW!"
Tamara heart-brokenly left the house. It was evening and the stars seemed dull and blurry through Tamara's red, swollen eyes.
"Why doesn't anyone want me?" She whispered, and sat on the porch step all night, gazing up at the stars longingly, as though wishing they would take her away.