Disclaimer: Don't own Shaman King and I never will –sigh-
A/N: The chapters. Coming so fast. Eye boggling with only 1500 (1200
minimum) words each chapter, this is going to be long. And short at the
same time. Its fun to imagine this XD I'll take suggestions to do it for
another anime –snirks-
Shaman Life!
Kyoyama Anna
Dawson Ryan
Chapter Five
Where am I? How did I get ...here? What is here? Why am I seeing black? Who's there?
My thoughts were jumbled together, to the point of them making no sense. My body felt hot, consumed by a fiery rage that licked against my exposed skin. I had no knowledge of what I was doing. Nor where I was, or who was with me. But I could detect a presence close to me. Comforting my soul, soothing me with calm and un worried words. Reaching out to him, her. Whoever this kind soul was I gripped a palm tightly. The familiar touch was comforting, leaving my mind open with pleasing thoughts.
Soon I was able to open my eyes, my hand falling limply to my side. A few minutes passed before I could focus them though, the blurring ceiling above me continued to spin. But I willed myself on. It was a struggle to see who could best it. "Anna?" The voice that had comforted me earlier gripped my arm gently, rubbing it tenderly with his palms. Concern written with each movement he made. I could just, sense it. However odd that may have seemed to myself included.
Groaning faintly I lifted my head, a hand touching my temple where the headache manifested itself. I did remember being hit with something. It must have been a bat of some sort. I was playing baseball earlier. I wouldn't be surprised. "Anna?" The boy before repeated the word more slowly, watching me with a calculating look. His eyes showed it. But before I could open my mouth, a ghost appeared to the side of the young teen. Dressed in old-fashioned samurai clothing, his long white hair tied back in a similar fashion. Matching.
Though this was shocking to see a ghost take a spiritual form that I could see, I felt no need to gawk or stare. And merely adverted my gaze, looking like the world before me wasn't good enough. It certainly didn't feel like it. I felt like another person. I felt chipper and happy but on the outside. I felt calm, relaxed. Stoic and cold. Not just in temperature, but also in attitude. Like a princess that got far too spoiled in her youth.
Very unlikely me. Unless... It was one of those moods.
"I'm fine Yoh" I spoke softly. My tone demanding nothing but utmost respect "go clean the dishes, and do your 500 laps. I'm watching you" I folded my arms across my flat chest, narrowing my eyes slightly to show no mercy. For every reaction there was a consequences. And the key to what happened to me before this was already lost. As the teen took to the stairs in a hurrying scramble for the door.
Yoh, Yoh, Asakura Yoh. That's where I heard his name before. From Shaman King! Where lord Hao was god and Ren was a slave and Faust was holy...whatever I feared slept from my mind like grains of sand as I took hold of the mirror next to the bed. Brushing away blonde locks of hair from my face. Not noticing that they swung back, resisting the simple brush off action. Somehow my twisted, demented mind had turned for the worse as I began to hallucinate that I was Kyoyama Anna. From the beads, to the dress. And beyond down to the shoes, and above to the red bandanna that was tied tightly so it would fall off on a strong wind. Swept away...
Like water.
Making a true common Anna pose I could see the smirk forming on my face. The bruise of my head was forgotten for a brief moment as I scratched my cheek. If I was Anna. If only for a dream. I could do anything I wanted to Yoh. It would prove him right for being evil to Hao-sama! Humming something under my breath I popped my knuckles, a resounding crack echoing in the silent halls. Downstairs I could hear Amidamaru and Yoh squabbling like frightened children, disturbed by sudden silence. Very Un Anna like.
"YOH!" I barked savagely my voice taking a twist as I thought ahead of what Anna would do in a situation. I wanted this to be engraved in my mind forever. Memory, dreams, somewhere where I'll look back at it and laugh (or cackle. Whichever comes first).
I didn't know how much I would regret it in the future. If I had known...
"Hai, Anna-san?" I glowered at his tone and started to descend down. Purposely going slow to scare the significant wench that dared to defy my god. "Put on your weights" Yoh did nothing and just stared at me, before hurrying to the weights and in a flash put them on as quickly as possible. I watched him like a hawk. Suddenly my mind was doing back flips and I could predict his movements, it was like being a seer. Able to see the future.
"I'm increasing you training to 700 laps. I want it done in an hour" There was no objection as he set off, a thin line pursed together between his lips. Slipping away from my prying eyes. But I didn't care much if he did them or not. The simple joy of instilling him with fear was more than enough. And I wanted to wake up, about now too.
I didn't particularly see that happening anytime soon, and being my lazy self I plopped down onto the floor and spread my thin legs, hearing them crack and creak as I did so. At least dreaming I was still female. Who knows what would have happened if I turned into Hao or something... well considering how that could be, it wouldn't be bad. I would have enjoyed staring at his buff holy body. Glazed with godly power and muscled body, with the cape flowing to the side...
I worship him too much. I began to muse silently, staring at the black TV in silence. My brain wracking with ideas for fics whenever I woke up. It felt off though. Like I was actually thinking, outside of my head. Or wait, what kind of logic is that? Heaving a pained sigh, I ignored the bump as best I could. Wondering why I was dreaming about being Anna. Regardless, I was. And that is that.
"Anna?"
I heard a cautious voice erupt from behind me. It was a scared squeaky voice as far as I was concerned, but I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Manta, make yourself useful and make me lunch" I adverted my gaze, barely lifting my head to glare at the shrimp who, in turn, scampered off like a dog with it's tail between his legs. I heard the water rushing. Faint but I could still hear it. And being rather cautious (Manta's cooking wasn't edible as far as I was concerned. Anime taught me that) I rose to my feet and bit my lip as my feet stepped on something. Clenching my teeth I lifted my poor abused foot to see a small nail stuck in it.
Blood dripped down the soles of my foot, cascading down in a long red stream. With a soft pat as it hit the floor, I registered the greatest and most disturbing thing in my life. I felt the pain, I saw blood dripping. And most of all. It felt real. Picking the small nail I chucked it behind me. Not noticing where it bounced nor did I care. This was starting to get weirder, and weirder. Like a bullet I was in the kitchen in a flash, how I knew where it was. I didn't exactly care. I snapped the door open and flowered at the mess that was piling up. Bowls were scattered everywhere. Recipes were strewn about, the fridge was open.
Somehow, I felt angry about such a mess (usually I would never care) and in the middle. Was Manta. Holding a box of rice, ready to purr it in an over flooding pot. Apparently, he never watched what he was doing. Manta had his back turned so he didn't notice my frightful entrance, nor my twitching eye. "Manta" Deadpanned voice must have scared him as the rice was sent in the air, slipping from the buttery fingers of Manta.
Catching the rice box with an outstretched hand I crumpled it with a single fist, crunching it in my hand. Dropping the contents that were too mangled to spill. The box was beyond help. And so was the person that had ruined my lunch, my kitchen. And my attitude.
There was hell to pay. And I was the deliverer.
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A/N: THERE! Another chapter XP If only I could type all day, every day. That'd be heaven X3 Anyways, hoped you enjoyed this.
Shaman Life!
Kyoyama Anna
Dawson Ryan
Chapter Five
Where am I? How did I get ...here? What is here? Why am I seeing black? Who's there?
My thoughts were jumbled together, to the point of them making no sense. My body felt hot, consumed by a fiery rage that licked against my exposed skin. I had no knowledge of what I was doing. Nor where I was, or who was with me. But I could detect a presence close to me. Comforting my soul, soothing me with calm and un worried words. Reaching out to him, her. Whoever this kind soul was I gripped a palm tightly. The familiar touch was comforting, leaving my mind open with pleasing thoughts.
Soon I was able to open my eyes, my hand falling limply to my side. A few minutes passed before I could focus them though, the blurring ceiling above me continued to spin. But I willed myself on. It was a struggle to see who could best it. "Anna?" The voice that had comforted me earlier gripped my arm gently, rubbing it tenderly with his palms. Concern written with each movement he made. I could just, sense it. However odd that may have seemed to myself included.
Groaning faintly I lifted my head, a hand touching my temple where the headache manifested itself. I did remember being hit with something. It must have been a bat of some sort. I was playing baseball earlier. I wouldn't be surprised. "Anna?" The boy before repeated the word more slowly, watching me with a calculating look. His eyes showed it. But before I could open my mouth, a ghost appeared to the side of the young teen. Dressed in old-fashioned samurai clothing, his long white hair tied back in a similar fashion. Matching.
Though this was shocking to see a ghost take a spiritual form that I could see, I felt no need to gawk or stare. And merely adverted my gaze, looking like the world before me wasn't good enough. It certainly didn't feel like it. I felt like another person. I felt chipper and happy but on the outside. I felt calm, relaxed. Stoic and cold. Not just in temperature, but also in attitude. Like a princess that got far too spoiled in her youth.
Very unlikely me. Unless... It was one of those moods.
"I'm fine Yoh" I spoke softly. My tone demanding nothing but utmost respect "go clean the dishes, and do your 500 laps. I'm watching you" I folded my arms across my flat chest, narrowing my eyes slightly to show no mercy. For every reaction there was a consequences. And the key to what happened to me before this was already lost. As the teen took to the stairs in a hurrying scramble for the door.
Yoh, Yoh, Asakura Yoh. That's where I heard his name before. From Shaman King! Where lord Hao was god and Ren was a slave and Faust was holy...whatever I feared slept from my mind like grains of sand as I took hold of the mirror next to the bed. Brushing away blonde locks of hair from my face. Not noticing that they swung back, resisting the simple brush off action. Somehow my twisted, demented mind had turned for the worse as I began to hallucinate that I was Kyoyama Anna. From the beads, to the dress. And beyond down to the shoes, and above to the red bandanna that was tied tightly so it would fall off on a strong wind. Swept away...
Like water.
Making a true common Anna pose I could see the smirk forming on my face. The bruise of my head was forgotten for a brief moment as I scratched my cheek. If I was Anna. If only for a dream. I could do anything I wanted to Yoh. It would prove him right for being evil to Hao-sama! Humming something under my breath I popped my knuckles, a resounding crack echoing in the silent halls. Downstairs I could hear Amidamaru and Yoh squabbling like frightened children, disturbed by sudden silence. Very Un Anna like.
"YOH!" I barked savagely my voice taking a twist as I thought ahead of what Anna would do in a situation. I wanted this to be engraved in my mind forever. Memory, dreams, somewhere where I'll look back at it and laugh (or cackle. Whichever comes first).
I didn't know how much I would regret it in the future. If I had known...
"Hai, Anna-san?" I glowered at his tone and started to descend down. Purposely going slow to scare the significant wench that dared to defy my god. "Put on your weights" Yoh did nothing and just stared at me, before hurrying to the weights and in a flash put them on as quickly as possible. I watched him like a hawk. Suddenly my mind was doing back flips and I could predict his movements, it was like being a seer. Able to see the future.
"I'm increasing you training to 700 laps. I want it done in an hour" There was no objection as he set off, a thin line pursed together between his lips. Slipping away from my prying eyes. But I didn't care much if he did them or not. The simple joy of instilling him with fear was more than enough. And I wanted to wake up, about now too.
I didn't particularly see that happening anytime soon, and being my lazy self I plopped down onto the floor and spread my thin legs, hearing them crack and creak as I did so. At least dreaming I was still female. Who knows what would have happened if I turned into Hao or something... well considering how that could be, it wouldn't be bad. I would have enjoyed staring at his buff holy body. Glazed with godly power and muscled body, with the cape flowing to the side...
I worship him too much. I began to muse silently, staring at the black TV in silence. My brain wracking with ideas for fics whenever I woke up. It felt off though. Like I was actually thinking, outside of my head. Or wait, what kind of logic is that? Heaving a pained sigh, I ignored the bump as best I could. Wondering why I was dreaming about being Anna. Regardless, I was. And that is that.
"Anna?"
I heard a cautious voice erupt from behind me. It was a scared squeaky voice as far as I was concerned, but I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Manta, make yourself useful and make me lunch" I adverted my gaze, barely lifting my head to glare at the shrimp who, in turn, scampered off like a dog with it's tail between his legs. I heard the water rushing. Faint but I could still hear it. And being rather cautious (Manta's cooking wasn't edible as far as I was concerned. Anime taught me that) I rose to my feet and bit my lip as my feet stepped on something. Clenching my teeth I lifted my poor abused foot to see a small nail stuck in it.
Blood dripped down the soles of my foot, cascading down in a long red stream. With a soft pat as it hit the floor, I registered the greatest and most disturbing thing in my life. I felt the pain, I saw blood dripping. And most of all. It felt real. Picking the small nail I chucked it behind me. Not noticing where it bounced nor did I care. This was starting to get weirder, and weirder. Like a bullet I was in the kitchen in a flash, how I knew where it was. I didn't exactly care. I snapped the door open and flowered at the mess that was piling up. Bowls were scattered everywhere. Recipes were strewn about, the fridge was open.
Somehow, I felt angry about such a mess (usually I would never care) and in the middle. Was Manta. Holding a box of rice, ready to purr it in an over flooding pot. Apparently, he never watched what he was doing. Manta had his back turned so he didn't notice my frightful entrance, nor my twitching eye. "Manta" Deadpanned voice must have scared him as the rice was sent in the air, slipping from the buttery fingers of Manta.
Catching the rice box with an outstretched hand I crumpled it with a single fist, crunching it in my hand. Dropping the contents that were too mangled to spill. The box was beyond help. And so was the person that had ruined my lunch, my kitchen. And my attitude.
There was hell to pay. And I was the deliverer.
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A/N: THERE! Another chapter XP If only I could type all day, every day. That'd be heaven X3 Anyways, hoped you enjoyed this.