Disclaimer: The usual. I don't own Shaman King, blah, blah, blah.

The first chapter was rather bland because I was setting up plot/subplot, character, mood, diction, and tone. Now things can get interesting.

Chapter 2

After Yoh finished his 30 second weep session, he bolted out of his room and into the living area. Seizing the phone, he swiftly dialed Len's cell.

"How did you get this number?"

"Len, it's me!"

"Yoh!"

"So how's London?"

"Who gives a fuck! Did you see it!"

"Yeah! It's back on!"

"Oh, it's on. You're going down when we fight. I'll stick my fist in you're gut until blood comes out your-"

"Len, can we borrow one of your jets to get there?"

"WHAT? Did you just hear what-"

"Oh, and can the rest of the crew come too?"

"…sure."

"Great. Hang on, I'm getting another call. I'll make it three way…Hello?"

"Sup, bitches!"

"Trey!"

"Oh, bloody fantastic."

"I was just in the Canadian Rockies and I saw the star!"

"Well, snow bunny, so did the rest of the world. I really must congratulate you on finally reaching average intellect."

"Hey, go to hell!"

"Calm down. Trey, how soon can you get back to my place?"

"With Korry in Giant Spirit Form, about a half hour."

"I can reach Yoh's house with Bason in 20 minuets."

"Oh, really. I guess those short pants must reduce wind drag quite a bit."

"Hey, spiky, hold on, I'm getting a call…Hello?"

"What's up, aside from the cosmos and Len's hair."

cricket, cricket,

"What that suppose to be a joke, Jocco?"

"If I could punch you through the phone…"

"Enough! Just someone call Rio and tell him we're meeting at my place in 1 hour."

"K. Bye."

"Bye."

"Bye."

"Bi-plane!"

cricket, cricket.

Yoh hung up last. It had been 8 months since he had seen everyone together. The last time was at Faust's wedding. He was done with the tournament, and so was Lysurg. Since he had finally convinced himself of Hao's death, he decided to just chill out, and Lysurg's method of "chilling out" was going to college two years early.

Man, it'll be great seeing everyone again. I wonder if Len finally found someone-

"Yoh! What the hell are you doing!"

"Umm, reminiscing?..."

"Oooo. Yoh knows a big word. Get your lazy but in gear and get your shit in a bag!"

"Sure thing, Anna. Amidamaru!"

With his usual grandeur, the samurai materialized beside Yoh.

"Yes, Yoh?"

"We'd better pack up. Care to help?"

"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course I'll give you choice. I'll just tell Anna that you'd rather do your own thing while the future Shaman King…"

"Yoh, I ought to kick you in the nuts."

"Uhhh, you don't have feet."

"That's beside the poi-"

"Just, let's get this done."

After everyone met at Yoh's and was on board Len's jet, it was 2:00am. So everyone decided to get a little sleep. While they slept, Yoh lay in his seat staring at the seat ahead of him. Anna's seat.

Dude, just tell her how you feel.

And risk blowing it with her? Not a chance.

Oh. And doing nothing has worked so far? What if she is interested in you, and thinks you aren't in her because of your doing nothing?

Okay, wise guy. What do I say to her? "Anna, I love you" seems a little "all in" don't you think? I'm not exactly smooth.

Dude, face it. You're good looking. All those girls phoning you and talking to you and following you has to originate from something.

Because I wear Tag?

Now you're making jokes to yourself. Do me a favor and look at yourself in a mirror. Seriously.

Yoh decided to listen to himself and got up to look at himself in the bathroom.

Well, he said while looking in the mirror, nothing special.

Oh, really. You've got a six pack that could rival Arnold's, you're pecks are harder than an unripe cantaloupe, and you're general body is ripped and defined like the statue of David. You're face looks a little like Silva's but with your own twist, what's not to like?

Dude, you're looking at yourself in a mirror. Gross.

Oh, just admit it. Your, I'm, a looker.

Enough.

Yoh walked out of the bathroom, annoyed with himself. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust back to the dark, and standing there in the walkway was Anna. He froze.

"A-Anna?"

"Yoh, what the hell are you doing up at 2:30 in the morning?"

"W-well, w-what are you doing up?"

"Duh! I'm by the lavatories aren't I? Now move."

"Anna, wait."

WHOA WHOA WHOA! What the hell are you doing?

Fuck it. I need this now or never.

"Anna, I have to talk to you."

Yoh was sweating bullets. He fully expected Anna to just turn and go into the bathroom and he would loose his chance. If she stayed, she'd get annoyed and think he was a silly fuck keeping her from the bathroom for sheer enjoyment.

"Yes, Yoh?"

OMG. She wants to hear me out. Go for it.

And Yoh finally said what he'd spend nearly three years preparing to say; each night meticulously going over exactly what to say and how to say it. This was it. He took a deep breath.

"Anna, if I could break down the walls of apprehension and embarrassment, and shout at heavens gate, I'd take my hands and ask to hold yours forever. I love you."

Yoh's first half was screaming at him. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! YOU SOUND LIKE A FAGGY SHAKESPEARE!

However, Yoh's second, confident, and dominant side urged him on.

"Anna, I love you more than life. I love you more than God Himself loves His angels and His Son. I love you beyond the scope of all human capacity. Anna, I love you."

That was it. The whole speech. Yoh'd put it all on the line. "Please," he begged, "please…"

"Why, Yoh? Why do you love me?"

"Because everything you do, everything you are, is magic. When you move, when you speak, when you smile, angels run and cover their faces."

"Yoh…"

Dear, god. Please feel the same. Please.

"I…"

Anna began to shake. It was as if she was coming out from a blanket that had protected her for so long. But only in coming out from the blanket could she see the stars.

"I adore you. I love you. I love everything about you. I am…was…scared of my feelings for you. I had to put up a wall around myself, until I was ready. But that prison became my home; became who I was. I'm not going to change, but I can come out now. I love you, Yoh. God I love you so much."

At this, the two lovers finally connected. Anna removed her beads and threw them around Yoh's neck, drawing him into a kiss. A kiss of passion, softness, release, and the deepest forms of love.

For Yoh and Anna, the few moments lasted for a life age. It was perfect.

Suddenly, Anna broke away and lashed out into the darkness and brought out a yep of pain.

"WHAT THE HELL! YOU FRIGGING PERVERT!"

"Jeeze!" cried Trey, "Ease up! I had to take a leak!"

"You-had-your-video-phone-out!" Shrieked Anna, walloping him between words.

"Nice work, Yoh. I almost couldn't do better." Remarked the smug British accent of Len. Yoh responded with a solid spear-hand to the throat.

"Hey, Master," remarked Rio from a safe distance, "room for a third?"

The look he got from Anna could have withered a garden.

"What, Rio," remarked Yoh, "don't you have the hots for Lysurg?"

This drew a series of "OOOOO" 's from the peanut gallery.

"What?" said Rio, "Can't a guy swing both ways these days?"

This drew a simultaneous response from the entire plane:

"DEAR GOD, SHUT UP RIO!"

A few minuets later, after Rio got a solid beating, (which, Len remarked, he probably enjoyed,) everything had calmed down and everyone was asleep. Nearly everyone at least.

The two new lovers now sat beside each other, too happy to sleep. With hands entwined and heads together, the two exchanged kisses and whispered words of affection.

I'm finally with Anna, thought Yoh, but anyone who thinks I'm not coming for the title with my full power is literally DEAD WRONG.

Well? More mushy stuff and way longer than the first, but I got to have a little more fun with this one. Chapter Three will be less luvy duvy and more action, (that is action, not "action." You know what I'm talking about. Next update won't be until July 10-12th 2006. PLEASE review, so I know I had some reader's out there! Long live Shaman King!

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