White Day

Disclaimer: Shaman King is not mine to own...wahhh...

Author's note: Please enjoy this simple fic. I don't know all the details of what happens later in Shaman King...so I'll just work with what I know. So the shaman fights take place in just random places and the fighters fight until all of one person's mana is used up...review me if I'm wrong and spell it out for me. (Baka tanuki) I won't write very long on this one until I find more info on the shaman fight. Please be gentle...(first shaman king fiction) Sorry for the corny title...My imagination died on me...

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The night pierced the air, making the oxygen crisp and fresh. The sky was dark but street lamps dotted the pavement, shining light so that everything was illuminated. Despite the chilly weather, two people (a guy with spiked hair and several tattoos and a girl in a tight skirt) stood next to a solitary streetlight, exchanging saliva.

"I love you..." the boy moaned between kisses.

"Baby..." sighed the girl as she wrapped her arms around the boy's neck.

The soft sighing and the gentle silence around the two figures was broken by the sound of heavy breathing. The couple looked towards the direction the sound was coming from. A figure of a boy was running towards them. As he ran into the radius of light produced by a streetlight, the couple could, for a split second, see what the boy looked like. He was about the age of an average 9th grader, toned with muscles but rather thin. His dark brown hair bounced as the chill wind swept through it, held back by a set of headphones. His mouth opened as he breathed heavily. As he passed the couple, the boy's eyes followed them. The light shimmered off his pupils, giving his brown eyes a lazy look. As he continued to run on, the light ricocheted off his black running clothes. When the couple couldn't see the boy anymore, they turned their focus back to each other.

"Why is a kid running at this hour of night?" the boy thought allowed. His girlfriend answered him with a kiss and the two people continued with their kissing.

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As the boy continued running, his breathing became more ragged and sweat drenched the collar of his running clothes. Finally, unable to go on, the boy collapsed on a nearby bench. Mist floated from his gaping mouth as he gratefully gulped down sweet air.

"K'S0...Anna-chan's gonna be mad... I shouldn't have stopped," the boy sighed. Out of the night air, a figure of a samurai came into focus, hovering above the ground just a little bit. His hair wasn't affected by the wind sweeping by. His battle armor was transparent along with his body, notifying anyone with sixth sense that he was a ghost.

"Yoh-sama...I think Anna-sama will understand. You've been running constantly since after lunch. I think you're in shape for the last of the shaman tournament battles."

"You're just saying that, Amidamaru..." the boy named Yoh murmured, "I need all the strength and training I can get so I can win this tournament." Yoh turned his head away from the ghost. Amidamaru looked towards his master. Since they had met, Yoh had grown stronger, faster, and smarter. Yoh showed great skill as a shaman, and had a kind heart. Yoh's only real motivation was his fiancée Anna. With her nagging, torturous training, and her occasional word of encouragement, Yoh had come very far in his shaman abilities.

Yoh sighed as he slowly got to his feet. His feet then became unsteady and Yoh gasped as he fell back onto the bench. Amidamaru looked in worry as his master fell. Yoh had become accustomed to running and usually didn't get tired or woozy from running a great distance.

"Oww.... That was weird..." Yoh said. His face flushed with the embarrassment of falling down.

"Well...I'm hungry. I'd better start running home."

Yoh got back to his feet and this time managed to start running towards the mansion where he lived. Amidamaru glided silently after his master. Though it had been 600 or so years since he had felt fatigue, Amidamaru couldn't help but feel concerned for Yoh. As he continued to run, Yoh's face became very pale and sweat dripped down his face heavier than usual. Though Yoh always acted happy and optimistic, Amidamaru could tell that Yoh was stressed. His constant training, the stress of the tournament, and most of all, the agony of not being able to truly please his fiancée was too much for the 15-year-old to handle. She was mean to him, she hit him, and she pressured him with constant threats to win the shaman tournament...but he loved her. Amidamaru could tell by the way Yoh said, 'Yes Anna.' And how he obeyed her every command without question or complaint, it was just obvious that he loved her. Amidamaru looked back at his master. Yoh slowed his pace to a jog...then a walk...then he stopped altogether, panting like a tired dog. Yoh swore at himself as his sweat dripped onto the dark sidewalk.

"Yoh-sama..." Amidamaru said in concern.

Yoh ignored Amidamaru's comment and started sprinting towards home.

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Tanuki-san: here is my shaman king fan fiction. Review onegai! Please, though, don't flame me. I'll write more when I find out more about the shaman fights. Thanks. Bye-Bye!!!!!! *Tanuki is dragged out by her tail shrieking about the price of rice in China and why Yard Gnomes like cornflakes*