Disclaimer: Don't own Shaman King and I never will –sigh-
A/N: -Giggle- I have watched Shrek2 and it was HILARIOUS XD But Helsing is
still better. Dracula/Van kawaii...-happy sigh-
Shaman Life!
Horohoro
DMG
Chapter Three
I awoke with such a headache, but that subsided extremely fast. In turn, I started walking around my surroundings. Everything was so pretty and shiny. I've always been attracted to shiny things but the city was ridiculous. So many smells flowed into my nose, even before that my stomach had started to growl in protest. Wanting food I went to the nearest food place open at this hour and approached the counter, tapping the bell that sat there. Odd... No one had one at home.
"Excuse me?" I called out, feeling uncomfortable with all the stares being directed at me "Can I order something?" I withdrew my head back as an rather tall beard person came to the front, peering at me with a gloomy look. I don't remember this guy from home. And my voice sounded different too. Raising a hand I rubbed my throat absent mildly. I should get it checked out just in case.
"What do you want?" He asked with a less than pleased look. "Uh, some sushi. How much?" "300 yen" I dove for my wallet in mid sentence and paused. My ear twitching with confusion. "Pardon?" I cleaned my ear out with my finger, a bit of wax coming out, hoping I heard wrong. But I didn't as he repeated the price.
"Ah, this is Canada" I tried to reason with the man, while he looked just as dumbstruck as I had been. Giving me one of the oddest glances I've ever seen. "No, this is Tokyo" a big debate began to wash up; I was determined to set this mad man straight. Anyone who was dumb enough to believe that needed some help. Serious help. "Look buddy..." My eyes enlarged to the size of dinner plates as I glance down at the mirror table. It was glass, thus reflecting the image of me back. My outfit was Ainu, creamy colored with little patterns over it. My hair was spiky blue. Shooting up like cones, a headband wrapping around my head. Securing the hair to stay upright. Touching my face hesitantly, I took my cheek in a tiny piece between my fingers. And pinched. Hard.
Pain filled my senses until I let go. Dumbly I instantly brought my forehead crashing down on the glass, cracking it with the metal head of doom. Slipping off the table like a piece of cloth I crashed to the floor twitching violently.
For what I stared at was not me, It was Horohoro. My idol...
My eyes blurred slightly as I lifted my head, clutching it painfully aware that I was now in a warm bed. To the side of me was the window and bedside table, chestnut colored. To the other side, was the TV and another bed. And a girl. She looked calmly at me as I lifted myself up, blinded and dazed by the bright light. Images flashed through my mind in a way that made seizures look bad. I had the worst dream, thinking I was Horohoro. Wait who am I really?
"Oniisan?" The girls voice was very high pitched, like a squeal from some mice. Oddly enough it relaxed me, as I gave up lifting myself up and hit back on the bed, head resting against the pillow. Silence once again overcoming the room. Like it had been for hours. Turning my head to the curtains, I noticed that we. The girl and I. Were above in a very tall building. Judging by the type of building. And the amount of floors I guessed just by the simple fact we were above most of the buildings. Tall as they were. Could not compare to this one.
Feeling my throat grow dry with excitement that ate away at me I rose form the bed again, clapping my hands together looking at them curiously. Like I never saw human hands before. Behind me the figure shifted, crawling onto the bed like a cat on her knees. Concern radiated from her, overwhelming me with some sort of bond that I had with her. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it not knowing what to say. My brain seemed to think that the question wasn't important and commanded me to get up to go to the washroom without a word, crossing the comfortable maroon carpet. Stepping onto the linoleum floor of the bathroom I flicked the light on.
Dipping my head down I drank from the tap. Slowly I could feel the life coming back and dehydration melt away from wherever it had come from. Lifting my face after a long drink, I tossed my head back, relishing it. Seconds ticked by and my eyes grew un focusing at the ceiling that was plain to me. Being white like everything else in the building save for the carpet and beds. The sheets were white as was the walls. That didn't matter though.
Brining my head down I looked at the mirror. My breath caught in my throat. For a fleeting moment I thought I had choked myself! Sure enough. Horohoro's reflection stared back at me. But, I knew logically that wasn't possible! I'm a girl, not a guy. At least I hoped. This was too much information. Anymore and my brain may explode from overload. Either that or just die. Since night was upon...Tokyo (I didn't know if it really was Tokyo. But if the guy said so. Maybe I was the madman!) And I stepped out of the bathroom.
Sleep weighed heavy on me and I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes just gazing at the wall. I remember I used to dream about being an anime character. But, was it possible to become something you wish? No. It couldn't be.
"Shaman King..." I whispered under my breath. "You'll become Shaman King big brother! And save all the leaf people!"
The girl must be Pirika, there was no one else that could be the annoying girl. With a smile passing over my lips, I realized this may not be so bad. Sure, its fighting and all. But I got to be my idol for a while. Who could honestly say they were their favorite character? Be able to conjure ice and snowboard? Having a spirit...
"Yeah..." My voice surprised myself the first time as I nodded, like it was instinct that I had responded to rather then her question. "I will become shaman king, and save all the leaf people". I could almost see her beaming smile, which turned to a menacing stare. Shooting at my back with a intent look of torture "tomorrow we start training!"
A shiver ran up my back in the response. I said nothing, how tough could it be? "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me in the morning" I rolled over and closed my eyes, slipping off the unfamiliar headband that I saw on the computer screen everyday. Blissful dreams taking me to the far reaches of the spirit world. Where I mixed in with the dead, soon left alone in a blackout. Like all lights had flickered out with the sky, connected in some way.
Six hours later (it was later I realized it was only half that!) I was rudely woken up, being shoved off the warm bed. Dumped on the ground like some sort of misbehaved dog. My head connecting with the ground. Groggily I opened my eyes, my nerves numbed the impact and reflex wasn't at the full capacity yet. During the time I couldn't decipher or attempt to pinpoint what connected with what. The floor with my head, but what spot?
"Up oniisan!" My temporary sister sharply called at me, her dazzling features looked more hideous during the morning "training begins! I want forty laps done now!" I didn't move. I didn't have to because she grabbed my collar and began to drag me away. Out the door, down a few flights of stairs (my head, would never be the same as it thwacked all the way down each flight) and finally outside.
By then my eyes were swimming and my body (my head especially!) was starting to bruises and stiffen like an old man. I had just came, and now I was in hell.
There had to be a way out of it...
Getting to my feet, it took me a moment to gather my senses. But in a flash I was off, Pirika watching closely form where she stood. Until I was out of view. It was then I turned on the corner and headed far, far away. Unnoticed that I was being followed. By the spirit that protected me, followed me, and looked out for me.
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A/N: LOOK! A miracle has been going around. I updated something –scarred- scary....
Shaman Life!
Horohoro
DMG
Chapter Three
I awoke with such a headache, but that subsided extremely fast. In turn, I started walking around my surroundings. Everything was so pretty and shiny. I've always been attracted to shiny things but the city was ridiculous. So many smells flowed into my nose, even before that my stomach had started to growl in protest. Wanting food I went to the nearest food place open at this hour and approached the counter, tapping the bell that sat there. Odd... No one had one at home.
"Excuse me?" I called out, feeling uncomfortable with all the stares being directed at me "Can I order something?" I withdrew my head back as an rather tall beard person came to the front, peering at me with a gloomy look. I don't remember this guy from home. And my voice sounded different too. Raising a hand I rubbed my throat absent mildly. I should get it checked out just in case.
"What do you want?" He asked with a less than pleased look. "Uh, some sushi. How much?" "300 yen" I dove for my wallet in mid sentence and paused. My ear twitching with confusion. "Pardon?" I cleaned my ear out with my finger, a bit of wax coming out, hoping I heard wrong. But I didn't as he repeated the price.
"Ah, this is Canada" I tried to reason with the man, while he looked just as dumbstruck as I had been. Giving me one of the oddest glances I've ever seen. "No, this is Tokyo" a big debate began to wash up; I was determined to set this mad man straight. Anyone who was dumb enough to believe that needed some help. Serious help. "Look buddy..." My eyes enlarged to the size of dinner plates as I glance down at the mirror table. It was glass, thus reflecting the image of me back. My outfit was Ainu, creamy colored with little patterns over it. My hair was spiky blue. Shooting up like cones, a headband wrapping around my head. Securing the hair to stay upright. Touching my face hesitantly, I took my cheek in a tiny piece between my fingers. And pinched. Hard.
Pain filled my senses until I let go. Dumbly I instantly brought my forehead crashing down on the glass, cracking it with the metal head of doom. Slipping off the table like a piece of cloth I crashed to the floor twitching violently.
For what I stared at was not me, It was Horohoro. My idol...
My eyes blurred slightly as I lifted my head, clutching it painfully aware that I was now in a warm bed. To the side of me was the window and bedside table, chestnut colored. To the other side, was the TV and another bed. And a girl. She looked calmly at me as I lifted myself up, blinded and dazed by the bright light. Images flashed through my mind in a way that made seizures look bad. I had the worst dream, thinking I was Horohoro. Wait who am I really?
"Oniisan?" The girls voice was very high pitched, like a squeal from some mice. Oddly enough it relaxed me, as I gave up lifting myself up and hit back on the bed, head resting against the pillow. Silence once again overcoming the room. Like it had been for hours. Turning my head to the curtains, I noticed that we. The girl and I. Were above in a very tall building. Judging by the type of building. And the amount of floors I guessed just by the simple fact we were above most of the buildings. Tall as they were. Could not compare to this one.
Feeling my throat grow dry with excitement that ate away at me I rose form the bed again, clapping my hands together looking at them curiously. Like I never saw human hands before. Behind me the figure shifted, crawling onto the bed like a cat on her knees. Concern radiated from her, overwhelming me with some sort of bond that I had with her. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it not knowing what to say. My brain seemed to think that the question wasn't important and commanded me to get up to go to the washroom without a word, crossing the comfortable maroon carpet. Stepping onto the linoleum floor of the bathroom I flicked the light on.
Dipping my head down I drank from the tap. Slowly I could feel the life coming back and dehydration melt away from wherever it had come from. Lifting my face after a long drink, I tossed my head back, relishing it. Seconds ticked by and my eyes grew un focusing at the ceiling that was plain to me. Being white like everything else in the building save for the carpet and beds. The sheets were white as was the walls. That didn't matter though.
Brining my head down I looked at the mirror. My breath caught in my throat. For a fleeting moment I thought I had choked myself! Sure enough. Horohoro's reflection stared back at me. But, I knew logically that wasn't possible! I'm a girl, not a guy. At least I hoped. This was too much information. Anymore and my brain may explode from overload. Either that or just die. Since night was upon...Tokyo (I didn't know if it really was Tokyo. But if the guy said so. Maybe I was the madman!) And I stepped out of the bathroom.
Sleep weighed heavy on me and I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes just gazing at the wall. I remember I used to dream about being an anime character. But, was it possible to become something you wish? No. It couldn't be.
"Shaman King..." I whispered under my breath. "You'll become Shaman King big brother! And save all the leaf people!"
The girl must be Pirika, there was no one else that could be the annoying girl. With a smile passing over my lips, I realized this may not be so bad. Sure, its fighting and all. But I got to be my idol for a while. Who could honestly say they were their favorite character? Be able to conjure ice and snowboard? Having a spirit...
"Yeah..." My voice surprised myself the first time as I nodded, like it was instinct that I had responded to rather then her question. "I will become shaman king, and save all the leaf people". I could almost see her beaming smile, which turned to a menacing stare. Shooting at my back with a intent look of torture "tomorrow we start training!"
A shiver ran up my back in the response. I said nothing, how tough could it be? "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell me in the morning" I rolled over and closed my eyes, slipping off the unfamiliar headband that I saw on the computer screen everyday. Blissful dreams taking me to the far reaches of the spirit world. Where I mixed in with the dead, soon left alone in a blackout. Like all lights had flickered out with the sky, connected in some way.
Six hours later (it was later I realized it was only half that!) I was rudely woken up, being shoved off the warm bed. Dumped on the ground like some sort of misbehaved dog. My head connecting with the ground. Groggily I opened my eyes, my nerves numbed the impact and reflex wasn't at the full capacity yet. During the time I couldn't decipher or attempt to pinpoint what connected with what. The floor with my head, but what spot?
"Up oniisan!" My temporary sister sharply called at me, her dazzling features looked more hideous during the morning "training begins! I want forty laps done now!" I didn't move. I didn't have to because she grabbed my collar and began to drag me away. Out the door, down a few flights of stairs (my head, would never be the same as it thwacked all the way down each flight) and finally outside.
By then my eyes were swimming and my body (my head especially!) was starting to bruises and stiffen like an old man. I had just came, and now I was in hell.
There had to be a way out of it...
Getting to my feet, it took me a moment to gather my senses. But in a flash I was off, Pirika watching closely form where she stood. Until I was out of view. It was then I turned on the corner and headed far, far away. Unnoticed that I was being followed. By the spirit that protected me, followed me, and looked out for me.
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A/N: LOOK! A miracle has been going around. I updated something –scarred- scary....