Never Forgotten
A Shaman King Fanfiction By Marie-Claire
The door slid open and Yoh's eyes snapped to the front of the room, heart pounding crazily as the full force of the itako's aura hit him. He welcomed it, his own aura closing around it as he tried not to stare at the girl, no, young woman who had entered the room.
It was her.
Finally.
'She was beautiful'. That was the first thought that entered his mind as his gaze roamed longingly on her face, his impassive face betraying nothing. Her silky blonde hair grown long and the locks hung back away from her face, a few stray strands caressing her face. Her features had changed a little, the young icy cuteness changing to a soft feminine loveliness that left him breathless. She had filled out in all the right places and had actually grown taller, though he was sure that she still reached only to just past his shoulders. The dark, dark eyes that he hadn't seen for so long were still breathtakingly beautiful, but impassive as they always were. Still though, he could see the flicker of something else there, as she looked around the room, refusing to acknowledge his look. It was a flicker of what?-recognition? Memories? What?
The teacher tapped his stick lightly on the black board, trying to get the attention of the students who had begun exchanging notes and whispers at the entrance of the blonde beauty. With a cough, he looked around the class and said, "Everyone, I introduce you all to Anna Kyouyama. She has just recently been transferred to this school and will remain the whole year, I hope." Turning to Anna, who had shown no reaction whatsoever to what he had said, he nodded at her and with what he probably thought was a welcoming smile said, "You may sit at the vacant chair on the front row, first seat."
With a barely audible thank you, Anna walked off towards the seat that had been assigned to her. Flicking her hair away from her face, she sat down, ignoring the barely concealed stares that she was receiving from the class.
~*~
Anna's stomach was actually doing somersaults as the end of the class neared. She was nervous, and there was no denying it. After all, when you're about to be confronted by the person whom you cared for so very much after leaving him for five years, there just isn't anything much you can do, right?
'Unless you're just trying to prolong the moment," Anna thought.
A Shaman King Fanfiction By Marie-Claire
The door slid open and Yoh's eyes snapped to the front of the room, heart pounding crazily as the full force of the itako's aura hit him. He welcomed it, his own aura closing around it as he tried not to stare at the girl, no, young woman who had entered the room.
It was her.
Finally.
'She was beautiful'. That was the first thought that entered his mind as his gaze roamed longingly on her face, his impassive face betraying nothing. Her silky blonde hair grown long and the locks hung back away from her face, a few stray strands caressing her face. Her features had changed a little, the young icy cuteness changing to a soft feminine loveliness that left him breathless. She had filled out in all the right places and had actually grown taller, though he was sure that she still reached only to just past his shoulders. The dark, dark eyes that he hadn't seen for so long were still breathtakingly beautiful, but impassive as they always were. Still though, he could see the flicker of something else there, as she looked around the room, refusing to acknowledge his look. It was a flicker of what?-recognition? Memories? What?
The teacher tapped his stick lightly on the black board, trying to get the attention of the students who had begun exchanging notes and whispers at the entrance of the blonde beauty. With a cough, he looked around the class and said, "Everyone, I introduce you all to Anna Kyouyama. She has just recently been transferred to this school and will remain the whole year, I hope." Turning to Anna, who had shown no reaction whatsoever to what he had said, he nodded at her and with what he probably thought was a welcoming smile said, "You may sit at the vacant chair on the front row, first seat."
With a barely audible thank you, Anna walked off towards the seat that had been assigned to her. Flicking her hair away from her face, she sat down, ignoring the barely concealed stares that she was receiving from the class.
~*~
Anna's stomach was actually doing somersaults as the end of the class neared. She was nervous, and there was no denying it. After all, when you're about to be confronted by the person whom you cared for so very much after leaving him for five years, there just isn't anything much you can do, right?
'Unless you're just trying to prolong the moment," Anna thought.