Disclaimer: Don't own Shaman King and I never will –sigh-
A/N: Well, got off my butt and started updating like mad. Though the
chapters are short. I'm trying to improve my first person. And once I get
back into humor XD (as if) it's going to be dull. But, I'll try not to bore
you XD
Shaman Life!
Tao Jun
Nikki
Chapter Four
It was early in the morning when I awoke. A dull throb hit me like a ton of bricks, but otherwise I felt fine. But I knew instantly something was wrong, by the way the way I just looked around. The way I stood, being taller than usual. That doesn't necessarily happen overnight. Neither does a loud scream of profanities from the room right next door to mine. Sources of mine say that I didn't have that before, thus. I was in heaven, hell, or kidnapped, or got so drunk while doing something (though I never drink) that I awoke at some unknown location.
The profanities that were echoed around the large house died down. And faintly I could hear loud stomps echoing all over. Feeling the wind from the window brushing my shoulders I glanced to the shoulder blades. Okay....I never wear this type of clothing, never have and never will. "Hello?" My voice shakily called out into the room that was silent save for my breathing. I feared that if nothing answered me I might go into hyperventilation or something close to that.
Running a thumb along the fabric I shuddered as I took a few steps and lost my balance. Falling to the floor with a painful 'thud'. Regrettably, this was why I never wore long heels, or skirts/dresses anything close to that kind of outfit. I froze as I was suddenly lifted up back onto my feet. This concluded my thoughts that I wasn't alone. The touch was cold to my skin. It sent shivers throughout my body, no matter how much I tried to shake it off; it seemed to be glued to me. The cold not ceasing until the touch left my arm.
Shrieking the thing that had touched me backed away, as my shrill high- pitched voice pierced like a wolfs howl. Swinging around I brought my fist to deck the mysterious figure, connecting with its chin. My eyes tightly closed, I was after all. In a unknown place. I indeed hit something hard, the sharp crack from my knuckles made me grimace. The figure I had hit looked stunned as much as I was freaked, because I hadn't just hit anyone. I hit a very tall figure; surprisingly I did even hit the chin. I couldn't reach anywhere else even with my height as it was. Green bangs covered my piercing gaze, hiding the confusion and fear that had gripped me.
"Tao Jun?" The voice was lax but held a hint of concern as he looked down, the face slowly becoming clearer to me as the light reflected his face at me. Gritting my teeth I pinched myself, this could not be true. It just couldn't. For I had hit the great martial artist from Shaman King. The one that was taught his own style by his master became a legend according to the anime. The outfit was unmistakable. It was Lee Pailong.
I did the only thing that was logical. I lunged to the side, grabbing a mace from the wall (later I realized it wasn't really mine and was part of the Tao history) holding it up in a striking position. My eyes darting back and forth, more to the door then the window. Behind I could hear a stampede of feet as a figure jumped from doorway that I had slowly been inching toward. And hit me dead on.
The mace fell like a sack of potatoes; the force sent me and the figure that had entered the room like a bull, tumbling to the floor. Becoming a tangled mess I could only groan, holding my head with my one free hand, the other crushed under the weight of the boy.
.... Boy?
"Get off me!" I screamed and kicked the short kid off with the heel of my shoes digging into his back. I ignored the voices around me. I could say I was very close to panicking had Lee not kept a firm hold on me as I thrashed side-to-side, acting like a complete fool! It was understandable, given what was going on. It was so fast... A little while later I calmed down, though my chest was heaving up and down like an inflated balloon. It wasn't long before I my body reacted to the cold and started to shiver. Not because of the person, or corpse holding me. But the temperature that had been numbed form my senses.
"I feel like a truck just ran over my spine..." I pulled away from Pailong to approach the poor kid I had hit and kneeling by his side, I couldn't help the slight twitch from my lip as I saw the figure. Dressed in his little yellow coat and short pants. With a bratty look on his face, and purple hair sticking up like an impaling spike. Tao Ren was flat on his stomach in all his glory, muttering curses to the floor. I hesitantly reached out to help him but stopped, mind finally settling into me that I was seeing. Mr. Short pants himself. He was an anime character!
My mouth gapped as the Chinese warrior spirit poofed into view, looking mildly disturbed as Lee Pailong at he stared at his Shaman. "Are you alright Ren?" I asked chiding myself in my silent way. Maybe this was all a dream and would end soon. So I went along with it, my thoughts believing that simple belief that had formed in my head. Slowly Ren got to his knees, coughing as he arched his back. It was then I realized maybe I had hit him a bit too hard (brat deserved it). Getting to my feet I tugged on my green hair letting my eyes slip to Bason and Lee Pailong. Watching their mixed reactions.
It was as unexpected to them as to me. But why was Bason so...put off by this? Was Ren acting different too?
"Next time you aim to hit me, kill me! Don't make me suffer..." I frowned in response, turning my head to face his. No longer caring to see a mirror. "Sorry, you just hit me and...reaction" I took an intake of fresh air and rubbed him side. I got kicked too, but it wasn't bad. Was it just me or did the short pants look as confused as I was? If he were the true Ren I would be hearing not profanities but speeches and lecture son using ghosts and spirits to do bidding. Apparently, this was not the case.
"Need some help?" I offered while he just stared at me like I had grown a second head. Maybe I have, in any case it was Jun's head that I grew. Overriding my own. "No thanks" Ren was now looking dumbstruck, raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar surroundings. Making weirder glances than I had looking at the two guardian ghosts. To say needless, it was confusion on both sides.
"Master Ren..." Bason spoke up after the minutes became too dreadful to endure "Are you alright?" "Yes. Bason I want you to go to my father and tell him I will be there shortly" "Hai, master Ren."
The flame dissolved and I could see the demeanor or Ren had changed. For hat reason, I did not know. But I could tell it was a cover up. And with such a believable voice and action. I wouldn't have doubted him for a second. He looked pointedly at me and I caught on instantly. I had to make it believable.
"Lee Pailong, go and meet me downstairs in the kitchen. I will deal with your rude behavior later" The question was. What exactly was the rude behavior? I didn't know but it seemed Lee bought it and headed out the door, going down to the kitchen, looking like a mindless zombie. But where was the piece of paper that use to be glued to his head? It happened during episode seven or so. The battle between Yoh and Lee Pailong.
"Who the hell are you?" The imposter of Ren looked annoyed and let it show with irritation. The way his fingers twitched and cracked. Not knowing how to respond I rubbed my forehead and rubbed my eyes.
"Maybe it's best if you tell me who you are..." I said.
The response was not one I had expected.
"Shanna." My mind blanked.
"Nikki" Shanna looked equally lost.
Good to know I wasn't the only one.
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A/N: Look at that, another chapter XD
Shaman Life!
Tao Jun
Nikki
Chapter Four
It was early in the morning when I awoke. A dull throb hit me like a ton of bricks, but otherwise I felt fine. But I knew instantly something was wrong, by the way the way I just looked around. The way I stood, being taller than usual. That doesn't necessarily happen overnight. Neither does a loud scream of profanities from the room right next door to mine. Sources of mine say that I didn't have that before, thus. I was in heaven, hell, or kidnapped, or got so drunk while doing something (though I never drink) that I awoke at some unknown location.
The profanities that were echoed around the large house died down. And faintly I could hear loud stomps echoing all over. Feeling the wind from the window brushing my shoulders I glanced to the shoulder blades. Okay....I never wear this type of clothing, never have and never will. "Hello?" My voice shakily called out into the room that was silent save for my breathing. I feared that if nothing answered me I might go into hyperventilation or something close to that.
Running a thumb along the fabric I shuddered as I took a few steps and lost my balance. Falling to the floor with a painful 'thud'. Regrettably, this was why I never wore long heels, or skirts/dresses anything close to that kind of outfit. I froze as I was suddenly lifted up back onto my feet. This concluded my thoughts that I wasn't alone. The touch was cold to my skin. It sent shivers throughout my body, no matter how much I tried to shake it off; it seemed to be glued to me. The cold not ceasing until the touch left my arm.
Shrieking the thing that had touched me backed away, as my shrill high- pitched voice pierced like a wolfs howl. Swinging around I brought my fist to deck the mysterious figure, connecting with its chin. My eyes tightly closed, I was after all. In a unknown place. I indeed hit something hard, the sharp crack from my knuckles made me grimace. The figure I had hit looked stunned as much as I was freaked, because I hadn't just hit anyone. I hit a very tall figure; surprisingly I did even hit the chin. I couldn't reach anywhere else even with my height as it was. Green bangs covered my piercing gaze, hiding the confusion and fear that had gripped me.
"Tao Jun?" The voice was lax but held a hint of concern as he looked down, the face slowly becoming clearer to me as the light reflected his face at me. Gritting my teeth I pinched myself, this could not be true. It just couldn't. For I had hit the great martial artist from Shaman King. The one that was taught his own style by his master became a legend according to the anime. The outfit was unmistakable. It was Lee Pailong.
I did the only thing that was logical. I lunged to the side, grabbing a mace from the wall (later I realized it wasn't really mine and was part of the Tao history) holding it up in a striking position. My eyes darting back and forth, more to the door then the window. Behind I could hear a stampede of feet as a figure jumped from doorway that I had slowly been inching toward. And hit me dead on.
The mace fell like a sack of potatoes; the force sent me and the figure that had entered the room like a bull, tumbling to the floor. Becoming a tangled mess I could only groan, holding my head with my one free hand, the other crushed under the weight of the boy.
.... Boy?
"Get off me!" I screamed and kicked the short kid off with the heel of my shoes digging into his back. I ignored the voices around me. I could say I was very close to panicking had Lee not kept a firm hold on me as I thrashed side-to-side, acting like a complete fool! It was understandable, given what was going on. It was so fast... A little while later I calmed down, though my chest was heaving up and down like an inflated balloon. It wasn't long before I my body reacted to the cold and started to shiver. Not because of the person, or corpse holding me. But the temperature that had been numbed form my senses.
"I feel like a truck just ran over my spine..." I pulled away from Pailong to approach the poor kid I had hit and kneeling by his side, I couldn't help the slight twitch from my lip as I saw the figure. Dressed in his little yellow coat and short pants. With a bratty look on his face, and purple hair sticking up like an impaling spike. Tao Ren was flat on his stomach in all his glory, muttering curses to the floor. I hesitantly reached out to help him but stopped, mind finally settling into me that I was seeing. Mr. Short pants himself. He was an anime character!
My mouth gapped as the Chinese warrior spirit poofed into view, looking mildly disturbed as Lee Pailong at he stared at his Shaman. "Are you alright Ren?" I asked chiding myself in my silent way. Maybe this was all a dream and would end soon. So I went along with it, my thoughts believing that simple belief that had formed in my head. Slowly Ren got to his knees, coughing as he arched his back. It was then I realized maybe I had hit him a bit too hard (brat deserved it). Getting to my feet I tugged on my green hair letting my eyes slip to Bason and Lee Pailong. Watching their mixed reactions.
It was as unexpected to them as to me. But why was Bason so...put off by this? Was Ren acting different too?
"Next time you aim to hit me, kill me! Don't make me suffer..." I frowned in response, turning my head to face his. No longer caring to see a mirror. "Sorry, you just hit me and...reaction" I took an intake of fresh air and rubbed him side. I got kicked too, but it wasn't bad. Was it just me or did the short pants look as confused as I was? If he were the true Ren I would be hearing not profanities but speeches and lecture son using ghosts and spirits to do bidding. Apparently, this was not the case.
"Need some help?" I offered while he just stared at me like I had grown a second head. Maybe I have, in any case it was Jun's head that I grew. Overriding my own. "No thanks" Ren was now looking dumbstruck, raising an eyebrow at the unfamiliar surroundings. Making weirder glances than I had looking at the two guardian ghosts. To say needless, it was confusion on both sides.
"Master Ren..." Bason spoke up after the minutes became too dreadful to endure "Are you alright?" "Yes. Bason I want you to go to my father and tell him I will be there shortly" "Hai, master Ren."
The flame dissolved and I could see the demeanor or Ren had changed. For hat reason, I did not know. But I could tell it was a cover up. And with such a believable voice and action. I wouldn't have doubted him for a second. He looked pointedly at me and I caught on instantly. I had to make it believable.
"Lee Pailong, go and meet me downstairs in the kitchen. I will deal with your rude behavior later" The question was. What exactly was the rude behavior? I didn't know but it seemed Lee bought it and headed out the door, going down to the kitchen, looking like a mindless zombie. But where was the piece of paper that use to be glued to his head? It happened during episode seven or so. The battle between Yoh and Lee Pailong.
"Who the hell are you?" The imposter of Ren looked annoyed and let it show with irritation. The way his fingers twitched and cracked. Not knowing how to respond I rubbed my forehead and rubbed my eyes.
"Maybe it's best if you tell me who you are..." I said.
The response was not one I had expected.
"Shanna." My mind blanked.
"Nikki" Shanna looked equally lost.
Good to know I wasn't the only one.
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A/N: Look at that, another chapter XD