* Another Yoh x Anna fic, good thing I had the time to make one and upload
it. Difference is, this fic will only be three chapters at the most... I'm
tired of uploading many chapters. Lots of stuff to do, yup, term papers...
Maybe next time, I'll make a longer one. Yeah, thanks for all the reviews I
received on Shaman King and the Maid. A sequel? I'm not promising anything,
but I'll think about it. All disclaimers apply; I don't own Mankin, etc.
Yeah, expect wrong grammar, etc.
* I'm telling you now: this one is a sad story, not the usual happy ending stuff. This sort of happened four years after the Shaman Fight, Yoh was officially the Shaman King, he, and his brother were friends, and the gang lived in Yoh and Anna's house. This was told in Yoh's point of view.
* Read on... Review afterwards.... Thanks * lblue :j
* Yeah, a Valentine-aftermath treat. I should have updated this last Friday night, heck, I fell asleep... anyway...
Bring me a Yellow Rose
* If there was one important thing I learned in my life, it was the fact that not all fairy tales have happy endings... *
She had always loved roses, especially the rare yellow ones. Okay, maybe she loved other things, like strawberries (She even made me buy a basketful last winter as punishment for my laziness to train, and honestly, she didn't believe in the word "impossible"), watching her favorite noon time soaps (No one in his right mind would disturb her in this crucial moment of hers, and, heck, I don't see the point, I mean she'd seen worse, and she doesn't seem to be affected by all the mushy stuff, right?), training me (The Shaman Fight ended three years ago, I'm the Shaman King, and she's still obsessed with it, I mean, four laps a day, two hundred and fifty push- ups, sixty pounds of weight, are something.), and me (I got the courage to ask her that, a year ago, and the slap I got in reply was worth it, for that night, when she went to my room, she softly told me that she loves me, of course, she thought I was sleeping, I would be dead literally by now, if she knew I knew.) Yet, it was a different story when it comes to roses. She simply adored them. She ordered Ren and Horo-Horo to till the backyard; of course, my friends couldn't say no, I mean she's Anna. No one could dare contradict her. She made the rules. There she herself planted her own rose garden, and we're (That is, my friends and me,) not allowed to touch them. I secretly watched her tend the roses. You see, she watered them herself. She labored under the heat of the sun. I saw her face light up one spring, when the product of all her hard work bloomed before her very eyes: a perfect yellow rose. I mean, that's a rare sight. One wouldn't think that this was the real Anna, the soft and feminine side of her, when her defenses were down. The next day, I gave her a yellow rose (Not from her own garden, of course.) She even grumbled that her roses were better. No one could deny that. You see, roses are better given. I know her too well to believe her masquerade. That rose was the beginning of the many roses I gave her. Each day, I woke up early (That is, earlier than usual,) to buy her the most beautiful yellow rose, I can find. I never missed a day, ever. That had become a tradition in our house.
Many knew Anna as cold, indifferent, and bossy, but, you see, I knew the real her, and the real her was far from what she acted like. I knew what lay under the perfect masquerade she wore. She was a rose, an epitome of love, beauty, and perfection, and I was but a mere gardener. She was a rose that looked frozen and dry on winter, but would bloom to be the most beautiful flower in spring, envied by all. She was a rose that would leave every viewer breathless. She was a rose worth all the pain.
One night, I finally had the courage to tell her how much I love her. My friends were not home yet, so Anna and I had the house to ourselves. After finishing all my chores, I joined her in her room. I found her outside, in the balcony. I sat beside her, and slipped my arms on her waist and pulled her closer to me. "It's cold," was my stupid alibi. She didn't show any reaction. We sat there in silence. Finally, I softly whispered that I love her. She stared at me, surprised with what I said. Then she smiled, and leaned her head on my shoulder. No words were needed to be said. Before I knew it, she was peacefully sleeping in my arms. I kissed her tenderly on her forehead, before carrying her into her futon. Before I left, I told her again that I love her.
The next day seemed to be a normal one. The same training argument, same glare, same chores... Yet, deep inside, we knew something changed. This was reality; Anna and I were living like a normal couple. My friends seemed to sense what was happening, for they sheepishly asked me what had happened last night when they were gone. I just smiled. They all laughed. They understood. Of course, the yellow roses continued. Yet, it was too good to last.
I knew it all began the day she woke up with a high fever. Her head was aching terribly, and her whole body was sore all over. She was dizzy, and didn't feel like eating. She vomited once in a while. My friends and I panicked, dealing with Anna sick meant dealing with her shorter temper. Tamao said chicken soup, some fluids, and medicines would do the trick. Her condition didn't improve the next day, or the next. After a week, her fever was gone, but she still looked pale. I suggested the hospital, but she rejected the idea. She said she was well already. Yeah, right. After two weeks, her fever returned. She felt worse than before. After a week, it was gone. She eventually lost her appetite. She continued to lose weight. That's when my friends starting to grasp the idea that Anna was pregnant. I dismissed the idea. I knew something was wrong with her, but that wasn't it.
I finally convinced Anna to go visit the doctor. Faust came with us. The doctor took some series of tests, then asked us to go back a week after. The next day, the doctor politely asked me to talk to him about Anna's condition. What he said was quite a shock. He said Anna was dying; she only had 3 months to live. My mind turned blank at once.
I didn't clearly hear what the doctor said about her disease. Something about white blood cells multiplying too fast, a bone marrow, whatever. I asked him what could be done. The doctor sighed, and gave me a week to tell her the truth. Medications would then begin. Bone marrow transplant was an option, yet the risks were too high. It would be a problem when no matches were found, or her body would reject the bone marrow and recognize it as a foreign body. I nodded, and asked the doctor to do whatever would save her life.
I still couldn't accept what the doctor had said. It all happened so fast. That Anna was sick, and that she was dying. Maybe it was all a mistake. It should be a mistake. I went home feeling tired. Anna waited for me outside, and reprimanded me for coming home late. I sheepishly grinned at her, trying to act normal.
I told my friends about Anna's disease. They were surprised at first, but they promised to help Anna and me all the way. The next day, I gave her a yellow rose, held her tight, afraid she would just be taken away from me, and told her I love her. She raised her brow, and asked me what was wrong. I replied that I just feel like hugging her that day. It wasn't that easy. I mean, how would you tell the woman you love that she was dying? Yet, Anna had her means. She suspected that we were being extra nice to her, so she went to the doctor herself. She demanded what was wrong with her the next day, after I gave her the yellow rose. I calmly told her that she was dying. The shock expression on her face pierced my heart. She dropped the yellow rose, rushed forward, and for the first time, cried in my arms. I told her that everything would be okay, or at least it would be. That night, we agreed on one thing. Together, we would fight, and together, we would win.
The yellow roses continued, amidst what happened...
* I'm telling you now: this one is a sad story, not the usual happy ending stuff. This sort of happened four years after the Shaman Fight, Yoh was officially the Shaman King, he, and his brother were friends, and the gang lived in Yoh and Anna's house. This was told in Yoh's point of view.
* Read on... Review afterwards.... Thanks * lblue :j
* Yeah, a Valentine-aftermath treat. I should have updated this last Friday night, heck, I fell asleep... anyway...
Bring me a Yellow Rose
* If there was one important thing I learned in my life, it was the fact that not all fairy tales have happy endings... *
She had always loved roses, especially the rare yellow ones. Okay, maybe she loved other things, like strawberries (She even made me buy a basketful last winter as punishment for my laziness to train, and honestly, she didn't believe in the word "impossible"), watching her favorite noon time soaps (No one in his right mind would disturb her in this crucial moment of hers, and, heck, I don't see the point, I mean she'd seen worse, and she doesn't seem to be affected by all the mushy stuff, right?), training me (The Shaman Fight ended three years ago, I'm the Shaman King, and she's still obsessed with it, I mean, four laps a day, two hundred and fifty push- ups, sixty pounds of weight, are something.), and me (I got the courage to ask her that, a year ago, and the slap I got in reply was worth it, for that night, when she went to my room, she softly told me that she loves me, of course, she thought I was sleeping, I would be dead literally by now, if she knew I knew.) Yet, it was a different story when it comes to roses. She simply adored them. She ordered Ren and Horo-Horo to till the backyard; of course, my friends couldn't say no, I mean she's Anna. No one could dare contradict her. She made the rules. There she herself planted her own rose garden, and we're (That is, my friends and me,) not allowed to touch them. I secretly watched her tend the roses. You see, she watered them herself. She labored under the heat of the sun. I saw her face light up one spring, when the product of all her hard work bloomed before her very eyes: a perfect yellow rose. I mean, that's a rare sight. One wouldn't think that this was the real Anna, the soft and feminine side of her, when her defenses were down. The next day, I gave her a yellow rose (Not from her own garden, of course.) She even grumbled that her roses were better. No one could deny that. You see, roses are better given. I know her too well to believe her masquerade. That rose was the beginning of the many roses I gave her. Each day, I woke up early (That is, earlier than usual,) to buy her the most beautiful yellow rose, I can find. I never missed a day, ever. That had become a tradition in our house.
Many knew Anna as cold, indifferent, and bossy, but, you see, I knew the real her, and the real her was far from what she acted like. I knew what lay under the perfect masquerade she wore. She was a rose, an epitome of love, beauty, and perfection, and I was but a mere gardener. She was a rose that looked frozen and dry on winter, but would bloom to be the most beautiful flower in spring, envied by all. She was a rose that would leave every viewer breathless. She was a rose worth all the pain.
One night, I finally had the courage to tell her how much I love her. My friends were not home yet, so Anna and I had the house to ourselves. After finishing all my chores, I joined her in her room. I found her outside, in the balcony. I sat beside her, and slipped my arms on her waist and pulled her closer to me. "It's cold," was my stupid alibi. She didn't show any reaction. We sat there in silence. Finally, I softly whispered that I love her. She stared at me, surprised with what I said. Then she smiled, and leaned her head on my shoulder. No words were needed to be said. Before I knew it, she was peacefully sleeping in my arms. I kissed her tenderly on her forehead, before carrying her into her futon. Before I left, I told her again that I love her.
The next day seemed to be a normal one. The same training argument, same glare, same chores... Yet, deep inside, we knew something changed. This was reality; Anna and I were living like a normal couple. My friends seemed to sense what was happening, for they sheepishly asked me what had happened last night when they were gone. I just smiled. They all laughed. They understood. Of course, the yellow roses continued. Yet, it was too good to last.
I knew it all began the day she woke up with a high fever. Her head was aching terribly, and her whole body was sore all over. She was dizzy, and didn't feel like eating. She vomited once in a while. My friends and I panicked, dealing with Anna sick meant dealing with her shorter temper. Tamao said chicken soup, some fluids, and medicines would do the trick. Her condition didn't improve the next day, or the next. After a week, her fever was gone, but she still looked pale. I suggested the hospital, but she rejected the idea. She said she was well already. Yeah, right. After two weeks, her fever returned. She felt worse than before. After a week, it was gone. She eventually lost her appetite. She continued to lose weight. That's when my friends starting to grasp the idea that Anna was pregnant. I dismissed the idea. I knew something was wrong with her, but that wasn't it.
I finally convinced Anna to go visit the doctor. Faust came with us. The doctor took some series of tests, then asked us to go back a week after. The next day, the doctor politely asked me to talk to him about Anna's condition. What he said was quite a shock. He said Anna was dying; she only had 3 months to live. My mind turned blank at once.
I didn't clearly hear what the doctor said about her disease. Something about white blood cells multiplying too fast, a bone marrow, whatever. I asked him what could be done. The doctor sighed, and gave me a week to tell her the truth. Medications would then begin. Bone marrow transplant was an option, yet the risks were too high. It would be a problem when no matches were found, or her body would reject the bone marrow and recognize it as a foreign body. I nodded, and asked the doctor to do whatever would save her life.
I still couldn't accept what the doctor had said. It all happened so fast. That Anna was sick, and that she was dying. Maybe it was all a mistake. It should be a mistake. I went home feeling tired. Anna waited for me outside, and reprimanded me for coming home late. I sheepishly grinned at her, trying to act normal.
I told my friends about Anna's disease. They were surprised at first, but they promised to help Anna and me all the way. The next day, I gave her a yellow rose, held her tight, afraid she would just be taken away from me, and told her I love her. She raised her brow, and asked me what was wrong. I replied that I just feel like hugging her that day. It wasn't that easy. I mean, how would you tell the woman you love that she was dying? Yet, Anna had her means. She suspected that we were being extra nice to her, so she went to the doctor herself. She demanded what was wrong with her the next day, after I gave her the yellow rose. I calmly told her that she was dying. The shock expression on her face pierced my heart. She dropped the yellow rose, rushed forward, and for the first time, cried in my arms. I told her that everything would be okay, or at least it would be. That night, we agreed on one thing. Together, we would fight, and together, we would win.
The yellow roses continued, amidst what happened...