Hello hello hello! This fic is just a series of random daydreams that I
have been having recently. Two unlikely things come together....with a
little intervention.....
Disclaimer: I happily do not own Shaman King or Cirque du Soleil. (Happily, because only people like Mr. Takei and Guy Labertiere {Sorry if I misspelled his name} could come up with magic that is what is mentioned above.) I only caused the randomness that happened, and the offstage personalities of the cirques. However, I don't own them, and they all believe that their whole world is a stage anyway, so that would mean that I don't own them as well....
Redisclaimer: I own nothing.
Another Thing: I don't speak fluent cirquish (a mixture of many languages) so I used Alta Vista's Babel Fish. I don't own that either. Alta Vista does.
One More Thing: I don't know everyone's personalities very well yet, but based on what I've read from other fanfictions, I'll try my best. But, if this sucks, its all your faults.
....okay, I was kidding. You are all awesome. :-D
....: -~*~- :.... (I love those little design thingies. Score to whoever uses them! ^_^)
"Bason!"
A flash of red light.
"Amidamaru!"
A flash of blue light.
"Give it up, Yoh! You will never defeat me!"
"I won't give in to you!"
"What a laugh! You shall bow before me when this battle ends!"
"You wait till you see just who ends this battle!"
Clang! Whap! Bang! The sounds of two weapons vibrated through the air. Two boys pushed on the hilts, their bright, concentrated eyes staring into each other's. The force of two powerful blades pushed against each other, one being a Kwon Dao spear, the other, a shining, silver Samurai sword.
Clang! Clatter! Whishk!
BAM!
Both boys were catapulted back by the extortion drawn into the center of the battle. One boy skidded on his back a few paces, but immediately flipped back up; The other rolled backwards up onto his feet.
"Enough! Vorpal Dance! Zhong Hua Zhan Wu!!!!"
"Amida-Ryu Halo Blade!!!!"
The scream of power from both filled their heads as they charged at each other with their attacks- they were just a few meters apart now- the smell of sweat steaming- a few centimeters-pupils dilated-
"Oh, honestly. You two are so stupid."
This insult caused both boys to halt less than half a centimeter apart, followed by both crashing to the ground. The insult came from someone who stood on the front step of their tiny house- a girl with blond hair in a red bandana, and a cool personality with a red streak.
"What do you mean!? Those were perfect attacks!" screamed Ren into Anna's face. His nose was closer to Anna's now than it was to Yoh's a few seconds ago.
Anna still held her cool, though she raised her voice. "You are out here to practice. Practice involves improvement. Not vengeance."
"I was about to slice of that stupid smile right off of his face! The smile that you found extremely annoying yourself."
At this remark Ren got a sharp slap across his face. "Don't mess with me, Ren. Fifty laps around the block."
"Aw, come on, Anna. Don't be too hard on him." The other boy walked over from where he had fallen. He gave an easy grin. "He might have a heart attack."
Ren gave an angry growl.
"You don't give me orders, Yoh. Seventy laps for you."
The grin slipped right into a very open gape. Ren smirked.
"Woah, woah! That's not fair!" Yoh protested
"Well, I guess we'll just have to see who goes into cardiac arrest first." Anna smiled in mock modesty.
"Don't you think that's somewhat unbalanced?"
"Do you want to do eighty?"
Yoh now was the one who grumbled. Ren was laughing somewhat hard.
"Shut it, peachbrain," Yoh shot at Ren.
Ren immediately stopped laughing. "Don't talk to me that way, you stupid idiot!"
"Spikehead!!"
"Lazy ass!!!"
"Cracked Bastard!!!"
"THAT'S IT! Bason!!!"
"Amidamaru!!!"
"INTEGRATE!!!!"
Anna became very annoyed. "Stop it, dammit!!!" she shouted over the noise. "One hundred fifty laps for both of you!! Three times around the block is a lap! Go!!!!"
Freeze.
After a long and painful gawk, both boys set out on their run, muttering unclean remarks to each other under their breaths. Anna watched them set off before she turned to walk into the house. She hesitated for a moment.
Clickity clack! Fwshhhhh!
Shhhk!
"AAUUUGGGHHH!!!"
She had tugged on her beads, which were now not around her neck. Two ghosts fell from where they hid from her to the ground, completely trapped in beads.
She looked over her shoulder. "In, boys."
....: -~*~- :....
"Sidonie!"
A nymph, with a white face, slightly tinted white spiked hair, and a shimmering, supple blue body trotted across the cobbled streets of her darkened world. The little light that was there came from elegant lamps held by fantastical people as they walked.
"Sidonie!!!"
The little nymph looked in the darkest spots, in every crevice of the dark atmosphere that was where she existed. She was very annoyed, seeing that her usually inseparable twin sister was missing.
Despite this aggravation, she was more worried overall. Sidonie the nymph was nowhere to be found.
She asked a passing minstrel, a violinist, if he had seen any trace of her. A lethargic shake of his head prove that he did not know.
Growing anxiously tormented, she decided to appear before their queen, the White Angel, and inquire about her twin's whereabouts.
Though she was a direct servant and subject to the White Angel- though she was ravishing in her loving, innocent nature- her immortality brought awe to even the most talented cirques, and she was respected with unwavering devotion, even by and especially by her nymphs.
She entered the quarters of the queen- where the nymph slept herself- and found many cirques fretting over the area. She pushed through the crowd to see that the area that the queen often occupied was empty. The fact that the area was empty did not surprise her, as the White Angel and the other nymph wandered about quite frequently. But the place looked rushed- and almost... ransacked.
"¿Quéé estáá sucediendo?¿Che cosa èè errato?¿Dove èè reina?" The nymph hastened her step. Musicians, Birds, and high subjects paced anxiously about, calling about, their faces etched in alarm.
"The queen!"
"She's gone!"
"The White Angel has been abducted!"
If ever anything could be shocking in such their abnormal world, this piece of news would top the headlines. The nymph froze, began to shiver.....
She shakily made her way back through the crowd, left the quarters- and noticed the king, standing not with the commotion, but at the entrance, looking out into the starless sky. The king, in regards, was not a king at all- but simply an empty shell. With his obese jeweled waistcoat, velvet bowler hat, and a sensitive, gold-topped cane, he was at his best as a guide for those who find entrance to the world that is theirs.
The nymph paused, a few paces away from him, shaking. Very suddenly, he spoke to her.
"She was too trusting. You are the same way. You love infinitely."
Love is powerful, she said.
"Love is powerless."
That is not true, she retorted quietly.
"If it were not
true, she would be here."
The nymph could say nothing. She advanced closer to him until she reached his side.
He turned to her. "You see me as an shell. Nothing within. But perhaps there is more to me than you will believe."
There is nothing of you.
He pursed his long lips."I wouldn't doubt that. Perchance you cross an eggshell, though, do not speak of it as you do of me. There may be more to it than you think."
You are a fool.
"A fool is wise when the wise are gone."
He took her hand and stroked it with his thumb. She stared into his eyes with a void, before she let her hand slide from his gloved grasp and she left the quarters.
The part of the world filled with the most hatred was where the nymph found her comfort. Considered to be an unruly, savage beast, a large, burly man was locked away into a cage. Sadness filled him as his only power was power itself- brute force that could literally bend bars into fifths, rip thick-paged tomes, and lift people in a full gathering. But the nymphs knew- and she, the queen knew- that his heart was as gentle and he was as protective as his brawn body was mighty. His curiosity for the nymphs and his captivation for the queen was unwavering, touching. The nymph came up to the cage, careful not to be seen, and gently slipped through the massive bars. His eyes bore into her as she came in. She sat at one end, staring up, while he stared down upon her.
She then crawled up onto his chest, and he held her there. She curled up into a tight tuck, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to shake.
The man held her as a teddy bear, tight but carefully and lovingly. Strong hands reassured her as they covered more or her slender body.
She listened to the growing pandemonium with closed eyes, paralyzed, her heart beating for her sister and the queen as she heard a large heart beat in her other ear.
....: -~*~- :....
Slurp.....
Anna sat at a small wooden table, drinking tea out of a small cup. Her legs were tucked in against her and her feet were crossed. Her eyes were closed as the aromatic vapor came up from the mug onto her face.
"I wonder what's taking Yoh and Ren so long. It shouldn't take them so long to do a quick few laps around the neighborhood." She opened her eyes slightly. "Perhaps they HAVE gone into cardiac arrest?" She snickered at the thought. "Perhaps I should send someone for them. This really is ridiculous..."
Pondering, she let her eyes close again. She took a sip of the tea.
She stopped.
The mug splashed
to the floor from her hand.
Tremors.
Anna's hand, which was still in grasping position, began to shake. Her eyes widened, and one began to twitch. Her mouth opened slightly, and she made little gasps.
There was an echo, but no words.
There was a heartbeat, but no rhythm.
The echo she had heard before...but where?
Anna gasped hard, loud. She was being strangled, but there was no hand- an echo with no voice, a heartbeat with no rhythm, an echo with no voice, a heartbeat with no rhythm-
Something, something brief, passed through her- the feeling of incompleteness, the twisted feeling in the mind that no shaman has- a deadly state of mind of the spirit world- just for a split moment, she felt the insanity of it- the insanity of someone, with passion, angst, terror, all at once- it passed through her mind, screaming- she slid from the chair, her eyes rolling up into her head, gasping for air- she fell to the floor-
And it was gone. As though it were simply a nightmare, she was wide awake- a cold sweat on her forehead, and gasping- but the echo and the heartbeat remained.
There was something about that echo that reminded her of something- something that she hated, with all her heart and souls.
And the heartbeat. Perhaps it was her own heartbeat- it was seemingly steady now. She placed a hand on her neck to feel her pulse- it was consistent as well. But this other heartbeat- it was skipping every other beat...
Shaking her head, she stood up and put the mug on the table, and went off to grab a towel.
Disclaimer: I happily do not own Shaman King or Cirque du Soleil. (Happily, because only people like Mr. Takei and Guy Labertiere {Sorry if I misspelled his name} could come up with magic that is what is mentioned above.) I only caused the randomness that happened, and the offstage personalities of the cirques. However, I don't own them, and they all believe that their whole world is a stage anyway, so that would mean that I don't own them as well....
Redisclaimer: I own nothing.
Another Thing: I don't speak fluent cirquish (a mixture of many languages) so I used Alta Vista's Babel Fish. I don't own that either. Alta Vista does.
One More Thing: I don't know everyone's personalities very well yet, but based on what I've read from other fanfictions, I'll try my best. But, if this sucks, its all your faults.
....okay, I was kidding. You are all awesome. :-D
....: -~*~- :.... (I love those little design thingies. Score to whoever uses them! ^_^)
"Bason!"
A flash of red light.
"Amidamaru!"
A flash of blue light.
"Give it up, Yoh! You will never defeat me!"
"I won't give in to you!"
"What a laugh! You shall bow before me when this battle ends!"
"You wait till you see just who ends this battle!"
Clang! Whap! Bang! The sounds of two weapons vibrated through the air. Two boys pushed on the hilts, their bright, concentrated eyes staring into each other's. The force of two powerful blades pushed against each other, one being a Kwon Dao spear, the other, a shining, silver Samurai sword.
Clang! Clatter! Whishk!
BAM!
Both boys were catapulted back by the extortion drawn into the center of the battle. One boy skidded on his back a few paces, but immediately flipped back up; The other rolled backwards up onto his feet.
"Enough! Vorpal Dance! Zhong Hua Zhan Wu!!!!"
"Amida-Ryu Halo Blade!!!!"
The scream of power from both filled their heads as they charged at each other with their attacks- they were just a few meters apart now- the smell of sweat steaming- a few centimeters-pupils dilated-
"Oh, honestly. You two are so stupid."
This insult caused both boys to halt less than half a centimeter apart, followed by both crashing to the ground. The insult came from someone who stood on the front step of their tiny house- a girl with blond hair in a red bandana, and a cool personality with a red streak.
"What do you mean!? Those were perfect attacks!" screamed Ren into Anna's face. His nose was closer to Anna's now than it was to Yoh's a few seconds ago.
Anna still held her cool, though she raised her voice. "You are out here to practice. Practice involves improvement. Not vengeance."
"I was about to slice of that stupid smile right off of his face! The smile that you found extremely annoying yourself."
At this remark Ren got a sharp slap across his face. "Don't mess with me, Ren. Fifty laps around the block."
"Aw, come on, Anna. Don't be too hard on him." The other boy walked over from where he had fallen. He gave an easy grin. "He might have a heart attack."
Ren gave an angry growl.
"You don't give me orders, Yoh. Seventy laps for you."
The grin slipped right into a very open gape. Ren smirked.
"Woah, woah! That's not fair!" Yoh protested
"Well, I guess we'll just have to see who goes into cardiac arrest first." Anna smiled in mock modesty.
"Don't you think that's somewhat unbalanced?"
"Do you want to do eighty?"
Yoh now was the one who grumbled. Ren was laughing somewhat hard.
"Shut it, peachbrain," Yoh shot at Ren.
Ren immediately stopped laughing. "Don't talk to me that way, you stupid idiot!"
"Spikehead!!"
"Lazy ass!!!"
"Cracked Bastard!!!"
"THAT'S IT! Bason!!!"
"Amidamaru!!!"
"INTEGRATE!!!!"
Anna became very annoyed. "Stop it, dammit!!!" she shouted over the noise. "One hundred fifty laps for both of you!! Three times around the block is a lap! Go!!!!"
Freeze.
After a long and painful gawk, both boys set out on their run, muttering unclean remarks to each other under their breaths. Anna watched them set off before she turned to walk into the house. She hesitated for a moment.
Clickity clack! Fwshhhhh!
Shhhk!
"AAUUUGGGHHH!!!"
She had tugged on her beads, which were now not around her neck. Two ghosts fell from where they hid from her to the ground, completely trapped in beads.
She looked over her shoulder. "In, boys."
....: -~*~- :....
"Sidonie!"
A nymph, with a white face, slightly tinted white spiked hair, and a shimmering, supple blue body trotted across the cobbled streets of her darkened world. The little light that was there came from elegant lamps held by fantastical people as they walked.
"Sidonie!!!"
The little nymph looked in the darkest spots, in every crevice of the dark atmosphere that was where she existed. She was very annoyed, seeing that her usually inseparable twin sister was missing.
Despite this aggravation, she was more worried overall. Sidonie the nymph was nowhere to be found.
She asked a passing minstrel, a violinist, if he had seen any trace of her. A lethargic shake of his head prove that he did not know.
Growing anxiously tormented, she decided to appear before their queen, the White Angel, and inquire about her twin's whereabouts.
Though she was a direct servant and subject to the White Angel- though she was ravishing in her loving, innocent nature- her immortality brought awe to even the most talented cirques, and she was respected with unwavering devotion, even by and especially by her nymphs.
She entered the quarters of the queen- where the nymph slept herself- and found many cirques fretting over the area. She pushed through the crowd to see that the area that the queen often occupied was empty. The fact that the area was empty did not surprise her, as the White Angel and the other nymph wandered about quite frequently. But the place looked rushed- and almost... ransacked.
"¿Quéé estáá sucediendo?¿Che cosa èè errato?¿Dove èè reina?" The nymph hastened her step. Musicians, Birds, and high subjects paced anxiously about, calling about, their faces etched in alarm.
"The queen!"
"She's gone!"
"The White Angel has been abducted!"
If ever anything could be shocking in such their abnormal world, this piece of news would top the headlines. The nymph froze, began to shiver.....
She shakily made her way back through the crowd, left the quarters- and noticed the king, standing not with the commotion, but at the entrance, looking out into the starless sky. The king, in regards, was not a king at all- but simply an empty shell. With his obese jeweled waistcoat, velvet bowler hat, and a sensitive, gold-topped cane, he was at his best as a guide for those who find entrance to the world that is theirs.
The nymph paused, a few paces away from him, shaking. Very suddenly, he spoke to her.
"She was too trusting. You are the same way. You love infinitely."
Love is powerful, she said.
"Love is powerless."
That is not true, she retorted quietly.
"If it were not
true, she would be here."
The nymph could say nothing. She advanced closer to him until she reached his side.
He turned to her. "You see me as an shell. Nothing within. But perhaps there is more to me than you will believe."
There is nothing of you.
He pursed his long lips."I wouldn't doubt that. Perchance you cross an eggshell, though, do not speak of it as you do of me. There may be more to it than you think."
You are a fool.
"A fool is wise when the wise are gone."
He took her hand and stroked it with his thumb. She stared into his eyes with a void, before she let her hand slide from his gloved grasp and she left the quarters.
The part of the world filled with the most hatred was where the nymph found her comfort. Considered to be an unruly, savage beast, a large, burly man was locked away into a cage. Sadness filled him as his only power was power itself- brute force that could literally bend bars into fifths, rip thick-paged tomes, and lift people in a full gathering. But the nymphs knew- and she, the queen knew- that his heart was as gentle and he was as protective as his brawn body was mighty. His curiosity for the nymphs and his captivation for the queen was unwavering, touching. The nymph came up to the cage, careful not to be seen, and gently slipped through the massive bars. His eyes bore into her as she came in. She sat at one end, staring up, while he stared down upon her.
She then crawled up onto his chest, and he held her there. She curled up into a tight tuck, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to shake.
The man held her as a teddy bear, tight but carefully and lovingly. Strong hands reassured her as they covered more or her slender body.
She listened to the growing pandemonium with closed eyes, paralyzed, her heart beating for her sister and the queen as she heard a large heart beat in her other ear.
....: -~*~- :....
Slurp.....
Anna sat at a small wooden table, drinking tea out of a small cup. Her legs were tucked in against her and her feet were crossed. Her eyes were closed as the aromatic vapor came up from the mug onto her face.
"I wonder what's taking Yoh and Ren so long. It shouldn't take them so long to do a quick few laps around the neighborhood." She opened her eyes slightly. "Perhaps they HAVE gone into cardiac arrest?" She snickered at the thought. "Perhaps I should send someone for them. This really is ridiculous..."
Pondering, she let her eyes close again. She took a sip of the tea.
She stopped.
The mug splashed
to the floor from her hand.
Tremors.
Anna's hand, which was still in grasping position, began to shake. Her eyes widened, and one began to twitch. Her mouth opened slightly, and she made little gasps.
There was an echo, but no words.
There was a heartbeat, but no rhythm.
The echo she had heard before...but where?
Anna gasped hard, loud. She was being strangled, but there was no hand- an echo with no voice, a heartbeat with no rhythm, an echo with no voice, a heartbeat with no rhythm-
Something, something brief, passed through her- the feeling of incompleteness, the twisted feeling in the mind that no shaman has- a deadly state of mind of the spirit world- just for a split moment, she felt the insanity of it- the insanity of someone, with passion, angst, terror, all at once- it passed through her mind, screaming- she slid from the chair, her eyes rolling up into her head, gasping for air- she fell to the floor-
And it was gone. As though it were simply a nightmare, she was wide awake- a cold sweat on her forehead, and gasping- but the echo and the heartbeat remained.
There was something about that echo that reminded her of something- something that she hated, with all her heart and souls.
And the heartbeat. Perhaps it was her own heartbeat- it was seemingly steady now. She placed a hand on her neck to feel her pulse- it was consistent as well. But this other heartbeat- it was skipping every other beat...
Shaking her head, she stood up and put the mug on the table, and went off to grab a towel.