Yuki: I'M writing the fic this time. *rolls eyes* What a shocker.

Beverly: O.o It IS a shocker

Yuki: Ah, shut up.

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            Chimamire No Tenshi

            Chapter 1-Aisuru Ando Nikumu

            Orange and black melded together, though the darkness was predominant. The boy in the onyx and pumpkin clothing was sitting on a street-corner, screaming his pain for all its worth. Chocolate eyes were scrunched closed, streams of tears slipping from beneath the lids. He dug his fingers in umber strands, wailing. A single being cared, a boy with deep lustrous mauve hair that stuck upwards in a single point and gleaming golden eyes. The young one stared, stunned, grip tightening on his briefcase as his fist clenched. Momentary shock vanishing, he ran to the boy. Dropping his black suitcase on the pavement, he placed his hands on the other's shoulders, shaking him briefly.

            "Yoh. Yoh! What's wrong? Come on, Yoh, talk to me. Please."

            The dark-haired boy threw him off suddenly, glaring intensely at the shorter figure. "Leave me alone."

            Slumped on the pavement, holding himself up with his palms and staring incredulously at the suddenly angry teen, the boy shivered. "Yoh…"

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
            He shuddered again and chocked down a sob, but approached the boy again, crawling on his hands and knees. "You don't mean that… you're dejected, and I want to help. Please let me help you, Yoh." The boy's cheek was suddenly very red, and he was sprawled across the pavement once again. His protective ghost appeared in full size, intimidating.

Reacted by the warlord's irate disposition, the samurai guardian appeared too. Upon their meeting, both softened. "Bason, you weren't going to hurt him, were you?"

"Of course not, 'Maru. But Lord Yoh hit Master Ren, and…"

The silver-haired Japanese sighed quietly, gazing at his fierce-eyed partner and the troubled boy that teamed with his spirit lover. "They do hurt each other so…" Both ghosts vanished, and the shamans were once again left alone. Yoh's fists clenched as he glared ferociously, and his golden-orbed friend stared at the ground, hurt and sorrow filling his eyes while a shaking palm rose to press against the injured cheek.

"I hate you," the chocolate-eyed boy snarled. The other suddenly vanished running for all his life in the other direction, soul wailing in agony.

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The Chinese shaman convulsed on the bed, sweat rolling down his brow. Tall and elegant, his sister watched silently over his inspection. The doctor shook his head, standing to leave. "I can't understand it. There seems to be nothing wrong with him. He doesn't even have a fever." The boy arched in pain again, screaming, and the elderly man hung his head. "I'm sorry."

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Yoh sat bordedly, tapping his fingers against his headphones neurotically. He kept glancing towards the empty seat three rows away; it had been empty for nearly two weeks now, and he was growing steadily more worried for its owner. He was already feeling horrible for the way he had treated his friend. Yes, most of his pain was the other shaman's fault, but the Chinese boy had no way of knowing and he had only been trying to help. The brown-eyed teen was just waiting for the younger male's return so he could apologize for his behavior. Sighing, he didn't even notice the lunch bell had rung. A dark, ominous shadow suddenly loomed over him, and he rose his eyes hesitantly. "Err… hehe… Hi Anna." He grinned sheepishly, hoping he'd at least be allowed to eat today.

            "Don't give me that." She snapped angrily. "Bason told me what you did. Where do you get off treating a Shaman from a fellow team that way, especially such a good one?" Yoh immediately paled, eyes wide. "Forty laps around the school… and don't be late for class. You have… 35 minutes. Get to it." He instantly jumped to his feet and ran out, soon later getting hit with weights dropped from the classroom window and strapping them on as he ran. The problem with such exercise, of course, was that keeping his mind in immersing matters would keep the pain away… and there was but a single thing plaguing his mind.

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            He sighed, drumming his fingers anxiously against the table. His gaze frilled into the clock, which was ticking slowly.

            Tick

            Tick

            Tick

            After an agonizing length of time, the school bell rang again, to end the day. Yoh and Anna headed for the door, waiting shortly for 'their' tiny friend. Yoh strolled absentmindedly, half-listening to Manta's reasonless chatter. He was suddenly struck out of his reverie, however, by a familiar spirit-aura. The large Chinese character had tears running from his normally emotionless eyes. "Lord Yoh, Lady Anna, you must help me!"

            "Bason?"

            "I've done something horrible."

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            *Sob. Wail. Convulsion. Scream.*

            "Master Ren?

            *Fingers twisting in hair, nails digging in scalp.* "Leave me alone."

            "Master Ren, please… let me help you. What do you want?"

            *Harsh breathing.* "What do I want? I WANT TO DIE!"

            Suddenly overcome by a flood of despair and longing belonging to his shaman partner, the ghost grabbed the Dao-Zi-Bo and launched it towards his master, puncturing the chest concave and pinning the boy to the wall. A shrill scream pierced the heavy air.

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            "Please. Follow me quickly."

            "Yoh, you should go alone."

            "But- fine." He ran, following the large spirit into the twisting streets of Tokyo.

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            Yoh barged into the old burnt-out restaurant he'd barely save since he'd just met Amidamaru, feet barely touching the ground as he sped. The door flew open as he crashed into it, eyes widening at the sight of his friend.

Streams of salty tears fell from luminous half-lidded golden orbs, rivers of crimson blood falling from between ruby-dyed lips and torn flesh. A shaking hand reached for the hazy figure in the doorway, cherry red fluid dripping from between his fingers, streaming from his upturned palm "Help me, Yoh…"

            "REN!"
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Yuki: I'm done. *smirks to self*

Beverly: YUKI! That's not nice.

Yuki: I know. So? Besides, if they want more, they'll just have to ask for it.

Bev: oy. -.-U

Yuki: Yeah, yeah. Love you too. *snickers*