Title: Bitter Cold
Author: kawaiichiisaikitsune(piratekiari)
Rating: K+
Pairings: Implied HoroRen
Summary: Ice. Bitter and cold. It has nothing to do with him. Yet, it does. (One-shot Collection)

Okay, Kiari-san wants to apologize for taking so long for getting up another one-shot. But she was rather busy with school, japanese class(tues & thurs), and getting ready for AniZona2. Now that that's over and classes are coming to an end she'll have more time on her hands. Until then, enjoy the ultimately short one-shot she created as further apology.

Disclaimer- Kiari-san does not own Shaman King. Nope, not at all...

Window Art

Horohoro gave an unhappy sigh as he stared at the dark outside world through a foggy window. He was stuck inside.

The others had decided to sneak out to see a movie without him telling him first. So he was stuck at the inn, with only an arrogant chinese as company. And as if that wasn't enough the grey clouds that had gathered outside had begun to pour down merciless amounts of rain. He was stuck inside, and with nothing to do.

With a bored sigh, Horo traced a finger against the cloudy window, creating an unintentional pattern of lazy swirls. Realizing what he had just done his great obsidian eyes brightened with renewed cheerfulness. He sat up on his knees, facing the window directly with his hands placed on the cool glass, and breathed on it, creating a very fogged space where his breath had hit the window. Smiling he took his finger and drew a mini Ren face whose tongari was shooting up in his anger.

Leaning back to appreciate his work he laughed with childish glee. Maybe there was a reason he was left inside on such a rainy day, and windows must've had something to do with it.

"What are you doing, Ainu-baka?" The voice had the ice shaman jump clearly two feet off the floor as he spun around to face the angry face he'd been laughing at just seconds before.

"What is that?" the chinese inquired, leaning over to inspect the mini drawing of himself.

Horo fumbled for an excuse, flailing his hands about helplessly. He surely didn't want a kwan dao up against his throat today.

The purple-haired shaman raised an eyebrow, "You're pathetic," he hummed, taking his finger and adding more to the drawing before walking away.

The Ainu blinked at him cluelessly, then looked over at what he added. Now it wasn't just a mini Ren's head but his whole body and a mini Horo with a kwan dao up against his throat. He couldn't help but laugh.

What he didn't notice however was a tiny heart delicately placed between the drawn shamans. If he saw that, maybe he wouldn't have laughed so hard.


Kiari-san squeezed what cute-ness she could in that last part so she hopes it suited you all as apology. Her next one-shot will definitely be longer. You can count on it!