Shaman King

When An Angel Cries

Rating: T

Genre: Fantasy/ Action Adventure

Side Genres: Romance/ Supernatural

Pairings: HaoAnna YohAnna LysergJeanne RenPirika HoroHoroTamao FaustVIIIEliza and Some Others…

Note: This takes characters from: Following My Heart

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Chapter Five: Consequence Of White; Trudging To More Confusion

She was steadily growing impatient.

Not that she had the most patience in the world, but surely it was murder to be subjected to waiting like some insignificant creature with an illness. The elderly itako's brows furrowed as she snorted under her breath, turning a blind eye to the mutterings of her husband. She knew what was happening but was trying to recollect as to when Yohmei had come to any knowledge.

Asitoth was not meant to have done what he did, but being the worrying wonder he was and letting his fear partake in development, he had brewed up a bad mess. Messing with things of such high valour was plain ridiculous but to go tinkering with their spirits? She sighed dejectedly, too weary and energy depleted to rearrange the greyed strands coming loose from a tightly neat bun.

The Hokkaido leader was too optimistic and surly for the good of himself. He was infuriatingly pessimistic at times, but that was no excuse to tamper and construct THOSE things….

Yohmei winced when his wife's cane came thundering down on the ground, the echo ringing hollow. With brows arched of puzzlement and intrigue, Kino stared down, eyes flashing behind her glasses. Despite Yohmei's foggy memory, he recalled he was not supposed to let Kino know of the underground where a once profound leader reduced to a whimpering wreck hung in the shadows; awaiting to be grasped by them.

"Um dear…I think we should…"

"He's down there, isn't he? You're trying to deceive me."

The matter of fact tone, perceived as a simple statement rather than a dubious question stilled him to silence and suddenly very conscious of himself, he surveyed the area by his feet wryly, fingers threading together absently. Kino shook her head disapprovingly, hitching her glasses upon on her nose for her to place her blind eyes on Yohmei, the whiteness piercing his eyes.

"Don't lie to me. I can read your intentions easily enough. He's down there, running about in the dirt; hiding from the consequence of his actions."

"But dear! I tried to convince him otherwise, yet he looked so helpless! I could not refrain from aiding him!"

"So you played a hand in creating them did you? Tch, your will is hapless…"

"Or maybe heart to compassionate…"

They were locked in silence, an impassive stare from the female and an anxious stare back from the male whose hands were currently balled. Yohmei scratched the back of his head, sighing in a very Yoh like manner, before sidestepping and thrusting his foot down on the position he had shifted from. He pulled his foot back as the floor groaned to life, pulling the tile back as Kino observed quietly, grasping her cane firmly.

When the dust settled upon the dull wooden floor, a gaping hole appeared, seeming to dive into complete and utter darkness. "Are you going? Because I too will go with you." He muttered in a questioning way, shuffling his feet.

He was met by a brisk and indefinite nod.

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"Sneaking around like the sly one you are eh?"

Kyoko abruptly jerked at the slurred voice behind him and whipped his head around to be met by a pale and transparent figure looming in front of him, eye lids drooped, ghostly hand shaking, gripped around a similar looking (in ways of you could put your hand straight through it) beer can.

He blinked, and then swiftly regained composure, recognising the drunken ghost peering down at him as if he were some sort of awing creature.

He waved a hand in front of the face, snapping the ghost from his dazed state, who promptly took another swig of what was alcohol. With an upturned nose, Kyoko swung himself around and stomped off, but it was futile to escape the pesky ghost's clutches as he simply materialised by his side, the side glances bristling with piped curiosity.

The ghost called himself Hash and was an irritating one at that. After first stumbling into Funbari, he had been pestered dramatically by the spirit, while Chocolove and Tamao had gone searching for HoroHoro in the north of the small town. He was meant to be hanging around that darned Asakura Yoh's house and upon hearing the name, Kyoko humphed, every.single.time…

"Kyoko-sama???????????????? Ohhhhhhhhaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyoooooooooo! Are you ignoring me? Do you want me burn in hell?"

"Hell yeah…"

"Ha, well I'm already dead and the Great Spirit classified me as someone from heaven so there!"

"Why the hell are you down on this crummy planet then instead of living that highlife?"

"Oh puh-lease! The Great Spirit is such an uptight party pooper, never let's us have any fun!"

"That's probably because you're an insane drunk, baka…"

"Who you callin' drunk? 'Least I don't have girly hair!"

"S'cuse me? Did I hear that right, because it sounded like you were asking for a death wish?"

"Oh Puh-lease! Don't get me started! I DIDN'T ask for one then his high and mighty comes down telling me my time on earth is done! Oh, and just 'cause you're all spiky and what not, don't mean you can get out of being girly."

"How may I ask is this girly?"

"Its long."

"So…?"

"So…nuthin'. S'long and that's the epitome of girliness."

"I prefer Chocolove over you. That's an insult by the way."

"Just remember my girly girl mate…"

"Guh…nani?"

"2 in 1 is the best thing for frizz."

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"What do you make of him? Your…"

He was quietened by a malicious smirk as the man brushed his ragged red hair from his face. He leaned forwards, poking his head out into clear view as the sun beat down on it, but he was still enveloped by the shadows. Letting the bustling noise of cars feel his ears, his grip on the railing tightened, before he turned to his shipper, nose crinkling in disgust.

The shipper shuddered and the man's violet eyes tinged with a mahogany flashed in amusement. He revelled in the feeling of knowing that these insignificant beings squirmed under his looks.

"Friend, allow me to gift you with a well sewn saying." He suggested, releasing the rails from his death grasp. They appeared to sigh in relief, the tarnished and stripping silver paint that adorned them no longer becoming sullen.

The cowering man gave a messy but quick nod as the man, of around fifteen walked slowly; tantalisingly towards him, lifting his eyes to meet petrified brown.

""It's like an endless cycle. When one half of someone dies, the other side is dragged along with it."

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He clambered on; stumbling over dislodged boulders and slipping on moist grass. His head was swarmed with pain and his hand unconsciously drifted to the dried red covering the three long marks down his chest. Sweat clung to him as he pushed on, his stamina, scarce at best being used beyond normal limits.

His eyes widened when he noted a cave tucked in behind mounted rocks and extremely wild grass, but even the mere movement made his forehead crease as he suppressed a groan of pain. He dragged himself towards it, all the while being clamoured by thoughts he could not hope to answer.

Where was he?

At the newly found entrance he allowed a shuttering breath to pass his lips but silently slipped into the cave; as silent as a flickering shadow.

When was he?

He rubbed his temple with one hand as he went along, soon it occurred to him this was not an ordinary cave considering its design though.

Who was he?

He crept along the narrow, winding and blackened corridors, his hand guiding him as it slid over the nooks and crannies of the walls. He came to an abrupt stop when he was met by a pair of crimson orbs.

He cocked a brow; alarmed when the figure crept out from the inky blackness, to reveal a face that reflected similarity.

The man was stern faced, with a protruding jaw and lips locked in a constant and firm frown. His neatly cropped brown hair was greying; withering along with him as he studied the injured boy, eyes narrowing.

With a raspy grumble, the boy collapsed to his feet, the last thing that was felt to his numbing body the calloused touch of a hand to the bare flesh of his aching shoulder. Then, he was left to fall.

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Hao grimaced as he willed himself to find his feet; his stomach gave a crunching in pain, its protest very much valid. Cocking his head back, his bleary eyed vision met the grey of the sky and he blinked, the cold vapour around him skimming past his cheeks.

Ryoi's face contorted into a look of agony, but he opened his eyes all the same, the first thought crossing his mind being where the hell they were. Ah, it was all coming back…

He was lying back first on a snow deep ground.

Hao was doing the same.

Opacho was blinking in confusion at the scene before her undeveloped eyes.

Though Ryoi had been knocked out and knocked senseless, in his groggy mind he perceived that they were royally screwed to this point and in obvious need to training, but that would not happen if they were both hammered more. Well, at least Opacho would be too busy grieving to giggle at his motionless body but…

'Iie Ryoi! No negativity! Positive equals the silver lining! Now get the hell up!'

He forced himself to his feet, wavering now and then but steadied himself. Opacho heard the movement and quickly looked around to see Ryoi dusting himself down and shaking the sleep from himself.

"Ryoi-sama! Please save Hao-sama! The Halloween snowman cheated!"

'Sure it did…wait Halloween snowman? Did I miss THAT much when I was out?'

"Hmmk, but YOU need to treat me with better respect, got it!" Ryoi challenged, pointing at Opacho accusingly.

She nodded in desperation and perhaps the hard glare would have softened if not for the fact he had to remain with a steely and determined look.

Ritsuuen coiled around Harsen protectively, before he entered it as an orb.

Scooping the blade up Ryoi charged, causing the beast to swivel around. It let out a roar and proceeded to scoop up a vast amount of snow, hurling the clump at him. It was oddly fast paced, but zipping along the ground at a fast pace, he found he could not halt. Nor did he have to, as the clump was countered by a blast f fire striking it from nowhere and causing it to revert to a harmless liquid.

He cranked his head to the side to be met by grinning brown eyes and a blade embraced by dancing flames. For probably the first time, Ryoi grinned gratefully at the eldest Asakura twin, who sauntered towards him.

The reunion was short lived though, as the beast came towards them. They raised their weapons, Opacho viewing nervously at the sidelines, but the outcome and victor of this battle was an uninvited guest…

A shadow zipped past, making the creature stop. It zipped all over it, seemingly doing nothing, but soon thick black lines cracked out over the body, making the creature scream.

It reeled back, before it was reduced to a large pool of water seeping through the rough snow.

The duo stood in silence, speculating as a bouncy Opacho joined them, before Hao saw who had came to their help.

He raked his hand through his unruly, spiky dark blonde hair, gifting them a charismatic grin. His green eyes were jubilant and showed no signs of nervousness as he approached them. His feet appeared confined in the narrow shoes he wore, but he wasn't outwardly bothered as he hopped to them.

"Arigatou for that, but why the hell is it still snowing? Are there more?" Ryoi asked prudently, frowning lightly as the boy around their own ages grin widened, even if it was to an impossible extent.

"Of course. And you look like you need some help. Mind me tagging along?"

"Your name…?"

"Oh gomen!" They blinked when he bowed in a graceful manner. When he was standing straight again his grin met their bemused gawks. "Father always said manners were important. My name is Hiroko. Yours?"

"Ooh…Asakura Hao."

"Wait! How did you keep the thing melted like that?"

"That's why I'm here! You need a special charm to beat these things! A hell lot of different charms at that!"

"Who appointed you?" Hao questioned, ruffling Opacho's bushy hair as she glomped her Hao-sama.

"Madam Crimson."

"Ah…"

"Who…?"

"The fortune teller that got me into helping these human slave drivers in the first place…"

"Oh…and I ASSUMED you liked the attention from these female slave drivers…"

"Did I say I didn't?"

"…," he turned to Hiroko, inspecting him and folding his arms, "hey, so are you gonna tell us about these charms or what?"

"Your name would be a good start beforehand though…"

"Oh right, gomen. Names Yuusha Ryoi. So, how 'bout we walk, talk and get accustomed?"

"Sounds cool, but you guys may wanna rest, you're sorta…bloodied."

Hao and Ryoi exchanged blinks, before Hao cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"But the inn was destroyed."

Hiroko beamed.

"Who said anything about houses?"

Tsuzuku

A/N: P Hello people who are reading this. I gave a plot chapter for you as I may not be able to update for a while. So, um…what would some chatty author say…um…I suppose if you have any rants or questions, review or email and…wow, I must really be closed O.o

Anyway, please R+R again : ) And If you like that Maple Story Game thing, then check out something called "Raikon Story" on my favourites list and please review that too : ) See ya next chapter!

Chapter VI Preview:

"So you spend your days frolicking in your darkness as fear pushes you away from the havoc you have bestowed!"

"Wow, family history? Hmm ok, if you really wanna know about me…"

"I can train you…I can make you stronger against and with your element, which will be vital at the moment…"

The brunette craned his neck up, only to have his eyes widen, brown eyes shaking with confusion and shock at the thing that loomed and towered above him. It was truly unusual…

The ice wolf of the same breed that assaulted HoroHoro charged at her, before he was halted by a spear plunging into the side of his stomach. He came to a stop, turned his head, ears twitching and let out a low, menacing growl…

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