Woot...This chapter is a little longer, mostly because a certain power
needs to be shown...and yay, more confused slash for the poor samurai.
Hopefully I'll be able to finish the next chapter today or tomorrow...we'll
see if I find the time D
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoh joked at Nanshou as Anna tossed him a bokuto from her position at the back doorway. "After all, you really don't have any of Remaen's main weapons..." He paused as he watched the redhead withdraw the two large fans from the back of his belt. "...except those." A sheepish grin.
Nanshou smiled, letting one of the polished wood fans flare open, the span of its sail almost five feet. "Nah, I don't think Anna would want to wait for that. 'Sides, I don't have the energy to skip about Tokyo looking for old, relic ninja stars." He glanced around at his assassin spirit. "Ready?" The slight nod was all he needed.
Yoh smirked and steadied his stance, watching as Nanshou stood up straight, both fans open and tilted from his body. Both read each other as they tensed, and a loud 'spirit ball mode' followed by 'Hyoui Gattai!' propelled from the two boys in unison.
The speed and agility that Nanshou suddenly possessed almost threw the samurai off his center of balance and guard. In addition to the quick, offensive attack, Remaensai's fans pushed a gust of wind so sharp against Amidamaru's shaman skin, he had to close one eye. With a loud crack, the bokuto struck the wooden side of the fan, forcing the sniper to withdraw.
The two continued, perfectly matched, against each other. Amidamaru was highly skilled, but Remaen was used to fighting a style like his. It appeared neither were capable to striking a blow on each other; one would strike, be blocked, and withdraw slightly. It seemed like eternity until Amidamaru felt his makeshift katana strike without the sound of wood on wood.
Nanshou bit off a cry of pain, one hand moving to grip his shoulder. To counter for his velocity, his body was weak, and the single hit he took from the bokuto seemed to render his left arm useless. He took a few shaky breaths, one eye still on Yoh. His lips moved quietly in a manner that Yoh could only assume was inner speech with his spirit.
With a flash, Nanshou propelled Remaensai's ghost from his body. Yoh relaxed his sword, taking the act as a sign of defeat. Amidamaru's spirit reformed behind him, a slight look of guilt on his features for causing such a crippling blow to the boy. However, something much different happened then the two assumed.
With a loud cry in a language Yoh didn't understand, a brilliant flash of swirling light exploded from Nanshou's form, colliding with Remaen's spirit. A loud thunderclap and a blinding aura of white made Yoh recoil and shield his eyes. Even Anna stood up straight and paid attention. Soon enough, the white mist faded and parted like smoke, allowing the shaman to finally see what the hell was going on.
Instead of the red-haired, 15 year old boy, a tall frame, clad almost completely in black, stood in his place, a tall hat on his head. Yoh quirked an eyebrow...had Nanshou simply disappeared, leaving his spirit behind? But then he saw a light; a red spirit ball hovering about Remaen's shoulders. And that shadow...the dark form on the ground in the shape of the assassin.
The spirit ball flirted uneasily over to Yoh, a big smile on it's face. "Want to continue?" The light, echoed voice that buzzed in the air did indeed belong to Nanshou. Yoh's face was blank and confused. "...Oh, yah..." Nanshou laughed uneasily. "This is an old power that exists in my family. It's the ability to transfer my life force to a spirit. It was a tradition that had become lost through the generations, since it was not only dangerous, but required intense concentration. Since my body is so weak, I can't take much punishment...Remaen is much stronger."
Yoh blinked and lifted the wooden sword, a smile on his face. "That's a nice trick." He took a deep breath after glancing at Anna, who's expression told him the fight was not over. "Let's finish this."
Nanshou nodded, floating lazily back to Remaensai, who was waiting quietly, fans that mimicked the shaman's already in his hands. A slight smile ghosted the assassin's lips as he lifted the weapon, Nanshou's spirit vanishing into them, creating crimson, apparition-like claws that sprouted from the edges. It was an action Yoh would later see used by Horo Horo, and still later recognize it as the power shaman skill, Furyoku.
The battle continued within moments, Remaen's speed at the same level but now with a higher tolerance for pain. Blows were exchanged, and whether blocked or taken, they were once again equal. Amidamaru was thrilled with being able to spar with someone of his level. Even though Remaensai wasn't a samurai, it was clear he had studied the way they fought.
Ramaen chuckled softly, his fan blocking a slash down strike. "You know..." He panted, azure eyes peering up with amusement. "That second katana is only meant to be used when a samurai needs to commit suicide with honor." He cut up with the second fan, forcing Amidamaru to distance himself.
"Is that not what I did?" The samurai replied with a smirk through his shaman's voice. He braced himself as a red gash of air struck his sword. Remaen laughed, rapidly moving in to attack again.
"I'm not sure that killing to save yourself, even if you are aware of your opending doom, counts as noble suicide." Talking became too much of a hassle after Amidamaru stepped up the pace, a smile returning to his lips at the chance to exercise his practice.
The sun was close to setting by the time the two had tired themselves out. Yoh sat panting, wondering if he would still have to run that 50 km today. He looked up at Anna with weary eyes and tried to read her expressionless face, wondering if they had done enough. She turned to walk inside. "Go buy food then come inside and make dinner."
Yoh collapsed backwards, tilting his head to watch as Remaen released Nanshou's life force with a whimper of pain. The same white light flooded the area, but the clap was much quieter. Nanshou looked over as the smoked aura cleared, his breath labored. "I'll be back with the supplies in a few minutes." He brought himself to his feet, falling back into Remaen's arms when his legs took a moment to find themselves.
Yoh watched them leave, slumped back on the grass. He glanced over at Amidamaru, who was looking away. His expression was one of concern...there were other emotions present too, but Yoh was having difficulity reading them. He laughed softly. "Don't worry, I think you won."
The samurai looked over with a slight look of surprise. He wasn't aware the shaman was watching him. He smiled his calm smile, pushing the thoughts that were swimming through his mind deeper. "I was not worrying about that..." He mumbled, glancing over to Yoh's face before looking back to the setting sun.
As of late he had been anticipating the fall of night. Yoh was always drained after the day and retired to his room quickly. He had become more and more persistant about his spirit spending time with him. Not that Amidamaru was complaining, not in the slightest, but being left alone at night to think about what the shaman meant to him was pushing him deep into confusion. He knew he shouldn't be feeling such strong emotions for the younger boy, but they were becoming hard to reproach...or deny.
Amidamaru enjoyed simply looking down on him while he slept, the silver moonlight casting soft rivers of light over his tanned face. Although this was enough for him, he wanted to run his fingers through Yoh's hair and over his soft skin. He had surprised himself earlier when he idly wondered what his lips would feel like. The thought had made him blush.
Besides, such a romance, however slight it may be, was useless to hope for. Setting aside their gender, difference in age, and current state of life...Yoh was engaged. Remembering that caused a swell of jealousy to tide up inside the spirit. He had been able to forget about that as of late, and hoped the evening alone with his shaman would return him to that state of mind.
"You're being awfully quiet..." Yoh observed, sitting up. He placed a hand on Amidamaru's shoulder, smiling up at him. "You know you can talk to me about anything." The samurai loved the sound of his voice when he was being reassuring.
But did he really believe was the boy was saying? Would Yoh be able to understand this? He sighed, forcing himself to behave in his normal way. "I'm fine Yoh-dono, I've just been thinking." He waved a hand. "It is not important." But it was. He wished it wasn't, but lying to himself about it was another option that was becoming increasing difficult.
"Oh, I get it. You two get to laze in the sun while I run around for you." Nanshou huffed with a smirk as he approached the inn. Only a few bags were in his hands, but they looked packed to the brim. "You can help me make this Yoh...perhaps our mediocre cooking skill combined will make something adequate enough to please your mistress."
Yoh laughed, pushing himself to his feet. "Let's hope for the best." As he followed the fellow Japanese boy inside, his spirit watched him. A sad sigh absconded.
The relationship between a shaman and his ghost would be far to difficult. It would complicate things, and he was sure there was some law of science and religion somewhere that condoned the whole ordeal. Amidamaru looked down, defeated. There was no way anyone would believe it could work.
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Dinner came and went without a fuss. Anna wasn't too annoyed at the boys' lack of cooking skills, a reaction that took both shaman by surprise. Dishes were cleaned, and Nanshou retired to his room quickly with a clipped 'good night!'. Yoh had been taken back ever so slightly at the boys sudden show of glee. He seemed calm most of the time, but now knowing the boy had made random outbursts made him giggle softly.
Anna had already left for bed herself, reminding Yoh of his wake-up time. Yoh simply smiled and nodded. Waking up had been much easier since Amidamaru had begun to spend the time with him. Feeling the spirit unwind his muscles after the day gave him a refreshed feeling the next morning. The only problem was leaving his partner's warm embrace when the time eventually came.
At that thought, Yoh quickly began craving the samurai's touch. Although today's training didn't leave him sore, he figured if he acted in pain, he would receive the same treatment he was becoming spoiled to. Taking a short detour only to change into the robe he wore to sleep, he finally made it into his room.
As usual, Amidamaru was waiting for him. This time he was leaning against one of the walls, his eyes closed. The way the silvered light hit his unusually pale skin and hair made his aura glow majestically. At the sound of the door sliding open, a single eye opened. His expression brightened as he watched Yoh lay down, moving in closer.
"What kept you?" Amidamaru asked lazily, lying on his back so Yoh could curl over his shoulder and onto his chest. His 'trapped' hand still found it easy to caress the shaman's muscles, an action that had become somewhat routine, yet never failed to spread the warmth through his aura. Yoh yawned, his eyes opening to look up slothfully.
"Just cleaning the dishes." Another yawn. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Amidamaru." He closed his eyes again, almost purring at his spirit's touch.
Amidamaru chuckled softly. "You should sleep...fighting it will lead you nowhere—" He stopped when he noticed the even breathing and the relaxed state of the boy on his chest. "Never mind then..." He smiled, finally giving in to the urge to run his fingers through Yoh's hair. His tresses were soft, the wax or gel used to spike them was long washed out. The sensation was incredible. Being able to connect with a different plane was something he had longed for. After 600 hundred years, one came to miss the warmth of the sun, the refreshing shiver of a cool breeze, as well as touch, smell or taste. They were things he missed the most...things he wished he had appreciated more in life.
Yoh understood how he felt. Whenever Amidamaru began to reminisce what it was like to feel, Yoh would lightly touch his shoulder, give him that smile. It was a simple gesture, but it meant more to the samurai then he could explain.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft noise. Amidamaru's hand paused and he listened. Although soft, it was strange or out of place enough to perk his ears.
There! There it was again. It was a gasp, a quick inhale followed by a shaky sigh. He listened carefully, trying to tune out the sound of the wind and the rustle of the leaves. It was coming from Nanshou's room; the small, empty little space on the first floor that he had quickly accepted, even when the larger, closer rooms were offered. Nanshou's excuse was he talked in his sleep, sometimes rather loudly. Perhaps that was the case now?
Still, Amidamaru thought it best to make sure he was all right. The gasps were occasionally cut off by quiet whimpers, another noise that made the samurai mildly uneasy. Carefully dislodging himself from under Yoh, who grumbled in discontent before curling against the pillow, he slowly hovered out the door.
He paused in front of Nanshou's door, listening again. The gasps and whimpers were still there, yet muffled and sounded trapped. The spirit was worried, the sounds almost sounded like pain...maybe Nan was just having a bad dream. He had to be sure and glanced through the small crack in the door.
The labored breath was indeed coming from Nanshou. He was sitting up, his assassin partner under him. Amidamaru blinked and felt his face heat when he realized what was happening. Nanshou whimpered a bit louder, his arms curling around Remaen's neck tightly. The assassin ran a hand down his shaman's cheek, their lips meeting passionately. Rocking back against him, Nanshou buried his face into his neck...
Amidamaru quickly moved back up upstairs, forcing the blush from his face. It made sense now why Nanshou wanted to be secluded from the others. Moving quickly into Yoh's room, the thoughts that he had been able to drown resurfaced loudly. He couldn't help thinking that if the two downstairs were able to enjoy the shaman/spirit relation, why was it so out of the question for him and Yoh.
He almost growled at himself to stop it. Of course it would work...Yoh would do anything for him to be happy, even if he wasn't comfortable with it. Amidamaru sighed at the thought of making the shaman do anything he truly didn't want to. He glanced over as Yoh slept, curled on his side, before resuming his place against his back. He would stop worrying for now, since nothing was going to take place between now and the rise of the sun.
Amidamaru, thanks to years of self discipline, was able to quiet his thoughts and clear his mind. He sheltered Yoh comfortingly against him, the boy's dark hair brushing against his cheek, as he meditated. Still, no matter how hard he tried, one thought continued to linger in his mind.
Now he knew the relationship was possible.
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Next chapter will have more slash, I promise...purr, this is so fun to write...
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" Yoh joked at Nanshou as Anna tossed him a bokuto from her position at the back doorway. "After all, you really don't have any of Remaen's main weapons..." He paused as he watched the redhead withdraw the two large fans from the back of his belt. "...except those." A sheepish grin.
Nanshou smiled, letting one of the polished wood fans flare open, the span of its sail almost five feet. "Nah, I don't think Anna would want to wait for that. 'Sides, I don't have the energy to skip about Tokyo looking for old, relic ninja stars." He glanced around at his assassin spirit. "Ready?" The slight nod was all he needed.
Yoh smirked and steadied his stance, watching as Nanshou stood up straight, both fans open and tilted from his body. Both read each other as they tensed, and a loud 'spirit ball mode' followed by 'Hyoui Gattai!' propelled from the two boys in unison.
The speed and agility that Nanshou suddenly possessed almost threw the samurai off his center of balance and guard. In addition to the quick, offensive attack, Remaensai's fans pushed a gust of wind so sharp against Amidamaru's shaman skin, he had to close one eye. With a loud crack, the bokuto struck the wooden side of the fan, forcing the sniper to withdraw.
The two continued, perfectly matched, against each other. Amidamaru was highly skilled, but Remaen was used to fighting a style like his. It appeared neither were capable to striking a blow on each other; one would strike, be blocked, and withdraw slightly. It seemed like eternity until Amidamaru felt his makeshift katana strike without the sound of wood on wood.
Nanshou bit off a cry of pain, one hand moving to grip his shoulder. To counter for his velocity, his body was weak, and the single hit he took from the bokuto seemed to render his left arm useless. He took a few shaky breaths, one eye still on Yoh. His lips moved quietly in a manner that Yoh could only assume was inner speech with his spirit.
With a flash, Nanshou propelled Remaensai's ghost from his body. Yoh relaxed his sword, taking the act as a sign of defeat. Amidamaru's spirit reformed behind him, a slight look of guilt on his features for causing such a crippling blow to the boy. However, something much different happened then the two assumed.
With a loud cry in a language Yoh didn't understand, a brilliant flash of swirling light exploded from Nanshou's form, colliding with Remaen's spirit. A loud thunderclap and a blinding aura of white made Yoh recoil and shield his eyes. Even Anna stood up straight and paid attention. Soon enough, the white mist faded and parted like smoke, allowing the shaman to finally see what the hell was going on.
Instead of the red-haired, 15 year old boy, a tall frame, clad almost completely in black, stood in his place, a tall hat on his head. Yoh quirked an eyebrow...had Nanshou simply disappeared, leaving his spirit behind? But then he saw a light; a red spirit ball hovering about Remaen's shoulders. And that shadow...the dark form on the ground in the shape of the assassin.
The spirit ball flirted uneasily over to Yoh, a big smile on it's face. "Want to continue?" The light, echoed voice that buzzed in the air did indeed belong to Nanshou. Yoh's face was blank and confused. "...Oh, yah..." Nanshou laughed uneasily. "This is an old power that exists in my family. It's the ability to transfer my life force to a spirit. It was a tradition that had become lost through the generations, since it was not only dangerous, but required intense concentration. Since my body is so weak, I can't take much punishment...Remaen is much stronger."
Yoh blinked and lifted the wooden sword, a smile on his face. "That's a nice trick." He took a deep breath after glancing at Anna, who's expression told him the fight was not over. "Let's finish this."
Nanshou nodded, floating lazily back to Remaensai, who was waiting quietly, fans that mimicked the shaman's already in his hands. A slight smile ghosted the assassin's lips as he lifted the weapon, Nanshou's spirit vanishing into them, creating crimson, apparition-like claws that sprouted from the edges. It was an action Yoh would later see used by Horo Horo, and still later recognize it as the power shaman skill, Furyoku.
The battle continued within moments, Remaen's speed at the same level but now with a higher tolerance for pain. Blows were exchanged, and whether blocked or taken, they were once again equal. Amidamaru was thrilled with being able to spar with someone of his level. Even though Remaensai wasn't a samurai, it was clear he had studied the way they fought.
Ramaen chuckled softly, his fan blocking a slash down strike. "You know..." He panted, azure eyes peering up with amusement. "That second katana is only meant to be used when a samurai needs to commit suicide with honor." He cut up with the second fan, forcing Amidamaru to distance himself.
"Is that not what I did?" The samurai replied with a smirk through his shaman's voice. He braced himself as a red gash of air struck his sword. Remaen laughed, rapidly moving in to attack again.
"I'm not sure that killing to save yourself, even if you are aware of your opending doom, counts as noble suicide." Talking became too much of a hassle after Amidamaru stepped up the pace, a smile returning to his lips at the chance to exercise his practice.
The sun was close to setting by the time the two had tired themselves out. Yoh sat panting, wondering if he would still have to run that 50 km today. He looked up at Anna with weary eyes and tried to read her expressionless face, wondering if they had done enough. She turned to walk inside. "Go buy food then come inside and make dinner."
Yoh collapsed backwards, tilting his head to watch as Remaen released Nanshou's life force with a whimper of pain. The same white light flooded the area, but the clap was much quieter. Nanshou looked over as the smoked aura cleared, his breath labored. "I'll be back with the supplies in a few minutes." He brought himself to his feet, falling back into Remaen's arms when his legs took a moment to find themselves.
Yoh watched them leave, slumped back on the grass. He glanced over at Amidamaru, who was looking away. His expression was one of concern...there were other emotions present too, but Yoh was having difficulity reading them. He laughed softly. "Don't worry, I think you won."
The samurai looked over with a slight look of surprise. He wasn't aware the shaman was watching him. He smiled his calm smile, pushing the thoughts that were swimming through his mind deeper. "I was not worrying about that..." He mumbled, glancing over to Yoh's face before looking back to the setting sun.
As of late he had been anticipating the fall of night. Yoh was always drained after the day and retired to his room quickly. He had become more and more persistant about his spirit spending time with him. Not that Amidamaru was complaining, not in the slightest, but being left alone at night to think about what the shaman meant to him was pushing him deep into confusion. He knew he shouldn't be feeling such strong emotions for the younger boy, but they were becoming hard to reproach...or deny.
Amidamaru enjoyed simply looking down on him while he slept, the silver moonlight casting soft rivers of light over his tanned face. Although this was enough for him, he wanted to run his fingers through Yoh's hair and over his soft skin. He had surprised himself earlier when he idly wondered what his lips would feel like. The thought had made him blush.
Besides, such a romance, however slight it may be, was useless to hope for. Setting aside their gender, difference in age, and current state of life...Yoh was engaged. Remembering that caused a swell of jealousy to tide up inside the spirit. He had been able to forget about that as of late, and hoped the evening alone with his shaman would return him to that state of mind.
"You're being awfully quiet..." Yoh observed, sitting up. He placed a hand on Amidamaru's shoulder, smiling up at him. "You know you can talk to me about anything." The samurai loved the sound of his voice when he was being reassuring.
But did he really believe was the boy was saying? Would Yoh be able to understand this? He sighed, forcing himself to behave in his normal way. "I'm fine Yoh-dono, I've just been thinking." He waved a hand. "It is not important." But it was. He wished it wasn't, but lying to himself about it was another option that was becoming increasing difficult.
"Oh, I get it. You two get to laze in the sun while I run around for you." Nanshou huffed with a smirk as he approached the inn. Only a few bags were in his hands, but they looked packed to the brim. "You can help me make this Yoh...perhaps our mediocre cooking skill combined will make something adequate enough to please your mistress."
Yoh laughed, pushing himself to his feet. "Let's hope for the best." As he followed the fellow Japanese boy inside, his spirit watched him. A sad sigh absconded.
The relationship between a shaman and his ghost would be far to difficult. It would complicate things, and he was sure there was some law of science and religion somewhere that condoned the whole ordeal. Amidamaru looked down, defeated. There was no way anyone would believe it could work.
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Dinner came and went without a fuss. Anna wasn't too annoyed at the boys' lack of cooking skills, a reaction that took both shaman by surprise. Dishes were cleaned, and Nanshou retired to his room quickly with a clipped 'good night!'. Yoh had been taken back ever so slightly at the boys sudden show of glee. He seemed calm most of the time, but now knowing the boy had made random outbursts made him giggle softly.
Anna had already left for bed herself, reminding Yoh of his wake-up time. Yoh simply smiled and nodded. Waking up had been much easier since Amidamaru had begun to spend the time with him. Feeling the spirit unwind his muscles after the day gave him a refreshed feeling the next morning. The only problem was leaving his partner's warm embrace when the time eventually came.
At that thought, Yoh quickly began craving the samurai's touch. Although today's training didn't leave him sore, he figured if he acted in pain, he would receive the same treatment he was becoming spoiled to. Taking a short detour only to change into the robe he wore to sleep, he finally made it into his room.
As usual, Amidamaru was waiting for him. This time he was leaning against one of the walls, his eyes closed. The way the silvered light hit his unusually pale skin and hair made his aura glow majestically. At the sound of the door sliding open, a single eye opened. His expression brightened as he watched Yoh lay down, moving in closer.
"What kept you?" Amidamaru asked lazily, lying on his back so Yoh could curl over his shoulder and onto his chest. His 'trapped' hand still found it easy to caress the shaman's muscles, an action that had become somewhat routine, yet never failed to spread the warmth through his aura. Yoh yawned, his eyes opening to look up slothfully.
"Just cleaning the dishes." Another yawn. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Amidamaru." He closed his eyes again, almost purring at his spirit's touch.
Amidamaru chuckled softly. "You should sleep...fighting it will lead you nowhere—" He stopped when he noticed the even breathing and the relaxed state of the boy on his chest. "Never mind then..." He smiled, finally giving in to the urge to run his fingers through Yoh's hair. His tresses were soft, the wax or gel used to spike them was long washed out. The sensation was incredible. Being able to connect with a different plane was something he had longed for. After 600 hundred years, one came to miss the warmth of the sun, the refreshing shiver of a cool breeze, as well as touch, smell or taste. They were things he missed the most...things he wished he had appreciated more in life.
Yoh understood how he felt. Whenever Amidamaru began to reminisce what it was like to feel, Yoh would lightly touch his shoulder, give him that smile. It was a simple gesture, but it meant more to the samurai then he could explain.
His thoughts were interrupted by a soft noise. Amidamaru's hand paused and he listened. Although soft, it was strange or out of place enough to perk his ears.
There! There it was again. It was a gasp, a quick inhale followed by a shaky sigh. He listened carefully, trying to tune out the sound of the wind and the rustle of the leaves. It was coming from Nanshou's room; the small, empty little space on the first floor that he had quickly accepted, even when the larger, closer rooms were offered. Nanshou's excuse was he talked in his sleep, sometimes rather loudly. Perhaps that was the case now?
Still, Amidamaru thought it best to make sure he was all right. The gasps were occasionally cut off by quiet whimpers, another noise that made the samurai mildly uneasy. Carefully dislodging himself from under Yoh, who grumbled in discontent before curling against the pillow, he slowly hovered out the door.
He paused in front of Nanshou's door, listening again. The gasps and whimpers were still there, yet muffled and sounded trapped. The spirit was worried, the sounds almost sounded like pain...maybe Nan was just having a bad dream. He had to be sure and glanced through the small crack in the door.
The labored breath was indeed coming from Nanshou. He was sitting up, his assassin partner under him. Amidamaru blinked and felt his face heat when he realized what was happening. Nanshou whimpered a bit louder, his arms curling around Remaen's neck tightly. The assassin ran a hand down his shaman's cheek, their lips meeting passionately. Rocking back against him, Nanshou buried his face into his neck...
Amidamaru quickly moved back up upstairs, forcing the blush from his face. It made sense now why Nanshou wanted to be secluded from the others. Moving quickly into Yoh's room, the thoughts that he had been able to drown resurfaced loudly. He couldn't help thinking that if the two downstairs were able to enjoy the shaman/spirit relation, why was it so out of the question for him and Yoh.
He almost growled at himself to stop it. Of course it would work...Yoh would do anything for him to be happy, even if he wasn't comfortable with it. Amidamaru sighed at the thought of making the shaman do anything he truly didn't want to. He glanced over as Yoh slept, curled on his side, before resuming his place against his back. He would stop worrying for now, since nothing was going to take place between now and the rise of the sun.
Amidamaru, thanks to years of self discipline, was able to quiet his thoughts and clear his mind. He sheltered Yoh comfortingly against him, the boy's dark hair brushing against his cheek, as he meditated. Still, no matter how hard he tried, one thought continued to linger in his mind.
Now he knew the relationship was possible.
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Next chapter will have more slash, I promise...purr, this is so fun to write...
