Disclaimer: I own my own ideas; the Shaman King Anime and its characters belong to Hiroyuki Takei.
Info: This is going to be a multichapter story. I've planned it to be only 4 chapters long going in depth into the relationship between the Shaman King cannon pairing. No, I'm not a Yona fan (GASP) but I'm writing a Yona. I just want to see one written properly so I'm taking upon doing that myself (something some people just can't do :hides:). So shoot me if you don't agree :P;.
Chapter 4: The last chapter! Enjoy :D!
The night had been restless. After the short hand strolled past one, the itako's eyes were red and bloodshot.
She had searched for him for one full day. Anna had decided to cut classes until she could find that future husband of hers whether he liked it or not. The spirits that were summoned did not provide my information of where he was either. In fact, they were quite vague of their descriptions.
Of course, she could read minds.
Living things, that is. It was as though Yoh knew she would go after him to find him, torture him, and drag him back home into the real world.
Many times, even before the Shaman Fight had began, she had always had belief that Yoh would be the best for her. There was no doubt that had to be put into place. Because she believed, it would happen. That Yoh might one day be Shaman King, if not, be her future husband.
But life went on, the Shaman Fight ended and the Great Spirit left their presence. Every day that dragged on by was another milestone that added one more to the countless barriers that separated them.
He was only human. And people get tired of one another. Some people are just tired of people. That was probably what Yoh Asakura was thinking.
The itako got up from her futon and changed into some warm clothes. The television screen was left on as the weather man had reported of showers for the next few days.
She trusted he would come back, but he was not obliged to fulfill every thought of trust and hope that formed in her head. 'People are unpredictable.' she thought furiously and donned a thick and heavy raincoat over her.
No one was out in Tokyo at one in the morning. Commuting to get back home was already over and the trains were nearly empty.
As she sat down by herself and looked out the window where the rain splattered playfully against the window, had soothed her soul. It was a cold day that she had first met him too. The weather was cold, but the moment was warm, even if she did pretend to be part of the icy snow.
"Second to last stop, Izumo. The final stop will be at Iwami at approximately two-ten."
The rain immediately sent a barrage of heavy waterdrops upon her thick raincoat as she made her way towards the Asakura shrine which was only about ten or twelve miles from here. If she could only call a taxi at two in the morning.
Two days since Yoh had ran out of the Asakura household. She had spent the next two days with barely any sleep to search for him.
Ren seemed to know why...perhaps it was meant to offend her if she knew. Which was another reason why she was afraid to read his mind.
It didn't matter that she was extremely tired. She knew she loved him but most of all, she knew at some point the love might fall short. She had false hope for him and the fact that he was fed of it made her want to change.
Anna waited for several minutes but no taxi came. It was as though she expected Yoh to be waiting here for her. Sighing with discontent, she dragged her purse along with her as it slided against the rough wood.
'Damn you, you inconsistent bastard for making me worried...' she grumbled. 'Just wait until I get my hands on that idiot and rip him into pieces!' the itako screamed mentally to herself as her fist collided with a wooden pillar that kept the roof a shelter from the rain.
If only he knew how she had felt...he probably had knew, had grown so angry by it, and left. It was unlikely that Yoh was struggling with love or a little crush that had to do with her. He wasn't like that. Yoh was nowhere being a lovesick puppy.
He was just sick of her.
Brushing that depressing thought aside, the itako picked up her purse and continued towards the direction of the shrine. Most of her hope, in what she believed Yoh was like, was lost.
She hadn't even thought about how Yoh would feel. She always would remember that he was the innocent, sweet thirteen-year old...or that young Yoh that wanted to save her.
Whatever it was though, the itako reminded herself maybe it was a good time to express how she felt. Things have been quiet for a long time.
A/N: Okay. I'm sorry XD. I was planning for it to be 4 chapters and thinking this would be the last chapter. But there were too many things to describe about and I would only be rushing the end of a fic you wouldn't to see an end go so badly XDD. But I swear, Chapter 5 will be the last chapter. Hang in there XD;.