Shaman King Chapter 2:
I thought I would stop by...
"Anna! I'm coming..." Amari puffed, running out of breath, "I hope you could forgive me though.."
--- 6 years ago...
"Oh no...I wasn't suppose to..." I cried. At 6 years old holding responsibility like this isn't all that great. I looked at the blood that stained my sinful hands. I wish it was my blood. I looked up watching my house burn to a crisp.
"Daddy! Mommy! I'm sorry it's all my fault!" Curses, I knew it, Daddy always used to tell me, 'The burdens in our lives could be a gift.' But not this one. I held my Dad's limp, bloody body in my arms. I couldn't stand it anymore, I let the body slowly slip from my arms, knowing there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
My hands, only wanting to help with them. But they cost lives: my mother's and father's. I could smell burnt flesh when I rubbed my hands all over my face. I didn't wanna cry because it was my punishment. I did that many times. Too many times, perhaps. No past tears that I had shed could ever compare to this despairing tragedy, to the unbearable spearing pain, to the sadness my heart felt at this moment.
Lifeless, cold and gleam less brown eyes stared into me. I turned away, holding my breath to restrain the tears that gathered in my innocence. I always thought those brown eyes could help, and would always be there as they promised. But when I looked up I met an identical pair; only instead, these flickered with angering rage.
"Amari! What did you do?!" Anna, my big sister, never yelled at me. Dropping her wooden stick she run over to me, grabbing me from the front of my shirt. "Answer me, brat! What did you do?!" I bit my lip and kept my hands in a tight fist, hiding my distress. She dangerously narrowed her eyes at me, giving me one quick slap across my face.
A tingling burning sensation was all that I felt...then everything went dark.
Amari cringed, touching her cheek with her hand. She jerked back when a stinging feeling rose up.
"Stupid me." She chuckled and smacked her head with a gloved hand. "Always gotta keep an extra!" She slipped off the other glove that covered the other one and clothed her bare hand.
"I'm off!" She skipped through the forest, her anticipation growing with every step. After a while of tripping over rocks and snapping branches, she stumbled upon a large Japanese dojo.
"Wow. I hope that Trey guy gave me the right directions." She muttered to herself, watching a silhouette of a slim person sit down behind the thin walls.
"Morty! Chill out would ya?" An all too familiar voice rang out, with a low chuckle following.
Amari's head snapped back, 'Can it be?! It's Yoh, I'm positive!!' Slowly creeping out of the bushes, keeping a bounce to her step just enough to reach the smooth wood porch, expectations high and a set heart bounded with an increasing thump inside her chest.
Her fingers grazed across the paper-thin door. Amari peeked inside. To her amazement and pleasure, she was right. Yoh Asakura, one of her old friends, was bobbing his head from side to the music thumping from his headphones. She smirked and tip-toed toward him from out of site, intentions playful but likely to stir trouble.
(A/N: Sorry guys ^^; I had to cut it short from there. My info box a.k.a Computer has a virus and I wont be updating any sooner so I'll give you what I got. And I almost forgot this goes for the whole fic I DO NOT OWN SHAMAN KING ONLY AMARI ^^ bye bye)
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I thought I would stop by...
"Anna! I'm coming..." Amari puffed, running out of breath, "I hope you could forgive me though.."
--- 6 years ago...
"Oh no...I wasn't suppose to..." I cried. At 6 years old holding responsibility like this isn't all that great. I looked at the blood that stained my sinful hands. I wish it was my blood. I looked up watching my house burn to a crisp.
"Daddy! Mommy! I'm sorry it's all my fault!" Curses, I knew it, Daddy always used to tell me, 'The burdens in our lives could be a gift.' But not this one. I held my Dad's limp, bloody body in my arms. I couldn't stand it anymore, I let the body slowly slip from my arms, knowing there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
My hands, only wanting to help with them. But they cost lives: my mother's and father's. I could smell burnt flesh when I rubbed my hands all over my face. I didn't wanna cry because it was my punishment. I did that many times. Too many times, perhaps. No past tears that I had shed could ever compare to this despairing tragedy, to the unbearable spearing pain, to the sadness my heart felt at this moment.
Lifeless, cold and gleam less brown eyes stared into me. I turned away, holding my breath to restrain the tears that gathered in my innocence. I always thought those brown eyes could help, and would always be there as they promised. But when I looked up I met an identical pair; only instead, these flickered with angering rage.
"Amari! What did you do?!" Anna, my big sister, never yelled at me. Dropping her wooden stick she run over to me, grabbing me from the front of my shirt. "Answer me, brat! What did you do?!" I bit my lip and kept my hands in a tight fist, hiding my distress. She dangerously narrowed her eyes at me, giving me one quick slap across my face.
A tingling burning sensation was all that I felt...then everything went dark.
Amari cringed, touching her cheek with her hand. She jerked back when a stinging feeling rose up.
"Stupid me." She chuckled and smacked her head with a gloved hand. "Always gotta keep an extra!" She slipped off the other glove that covered the other one and clothed her bare hand.
"I'm off!" She skipped through the forest, her anticipation growing with every step. After a while of tripping over rocks and snapping branches, she stumbled upon a large Japanese dojo.
"Wow. I hope that Trey guy gave me the right directions." She muttered to herself, watching a silhouette of a slim person sit down behind the thin walls.
"Morty! Chill out would ya?" An all too familiar voice rang out, with a low chuckle following.
Amari's head snapped back, 'Can it be?! It's Yoh, I'm positive!!' Slowly creeping out of the bushes, keeping a bounce to her step just enough to reach the smooth wood porch, expectations high and a set heart bounded with an increasing thump inside her chest.
Her fingers grazed across the paper-thin door. Amari peeked inside. To her amazement and pleasure, she was right. Yoh Asakura, one of her old friends, was bobbing his head from side to the music thumping from his headphones. She smirked and tip-toed toward him from out of site, intentions playful but likely to stir trouble.
(A/N: Sorry guys ^^; I had to cut it short from there. My info box a.k.a Computer has a virus and I wont be updating any sooner so I'll give you what I got. And I almost forgot this goes for the whole fic I DO NOT OWN SHAMAN KING ONLY AMARI ^^ bye bye)
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