Over Zealous
A/N: I started writing this a while ago and I was doing it the day Creed disbanded, so that explains the last author note. Also, I am sorry, 'cause at times I have horrible grammar. And at times it's really hard because you're proofreading your own work, so must of the time you don't see it.
Also, I loathe the Fourth of July. Everyone but us (my family) in a ten block radius shoots them off like fives days in advance. Don't they get tired of that?
Chapter Three: The Outcome
"Yoh? Is it alright if I come in?" Anna asked, being uncharacteristically nice.
She looked at the rice paper door that just barely separated her from Yoh. She could see the outline of his body laying on a futon in the middle of the room.
"...Enter..." He told her in a low, gruff voice.
He sounded completely different, but it's to be expected. After all, when the only person who knew the real you and liked you for you is accidentally killed by another good friend, no one expects you to Mr. Sunshine. How could you?
She slowly opened the door to look at the once great shaman Yoh, now a pathetic looking whelp. "Yoh?" She asked timidly. "Amidamaru has been asking me if it would be okay to see you. He really needs to speak with you."
"Fine, send him in." he droned without thought.
'I hope you're ready for this, I am not.' Thought Anna. "Alright..."
(Amidamaru's POV)
'Manta... I am sorry... I didn't know what to do for you...I just didn't know what to do! If I had known that that would have... I'd never have done it.' I said as I sat before his tombstone. It was in the same graveyard as my grave and the place where we first met.
I haven't seen him since the incident a week ago, I don't know if he's wandering around on Earth or left for Spirit Realm. Either way, half of me didn't want to see him and the other half of me wanted to go to Hell. But at the very least, I should go see Yoh-sama.
I couldn't just abandon him in his time of need. I snorted in contempt, 'Some Guardian Spirit I turned out to be. In life and in death, I am nothing but a killer.'
I felt something tug at me, a very familiar spiritual energy summoning me. 'Anna.' I felt like I was being tugged in the direction of the inn... 'It was time to face Yoh.' I thought.
"So that's what happened, you attempted spirit form with Manta? How could you be so stupid! Even if he hadn't died, it never would have worked!" Yoh admonished me.
I hated seeing him like that, and what's worse I was one of the primary reasons behind it. "I was only trying to help, there was no one else available. Maybe he still might be here, if I hadn't interfered." I admitted slowly. I looked down at the hard wood floor.
I heard thump after thump, and looked to see Yoh, on his knees, pounding the floor. "It's not fair, if I had been there I might have been able to help him..." He said to no one in particular.
"Yoh..." I said.
Suddenly, Yoh looked up at me, "I could only imagine what he went through... The spirit form process is physically taxing on a shaman, poor Manta must have been overwhelmed."
The cold detachment of his voice frightened me, but I would have to ask him a question of my own.
"Yoh-sama," I asked slowly as I let my hair cover my eyes. "What is it you wish of me? Would you like me to stay or would you send me away?"
He looked at me. And that all he did for a few minutes. I heard another thump on the hard wood floor and a wail escape from Yoh's throat.
"...I want you to stay. You will stay and help me become Shaman King. That was what Manta wanted to see us do... So we'll do it for him."
I turned away from Yoh. Then looked back at him, "Yes, I'll be strong for you and him."
A/N: I started writing this a while ago and I was doing it the day Creed disbanded, so that explains the last author note. Also, I am sorry, 'cause at times I have horrible grammar. And at times it's really hard because you're proofreading your own work, so must of the time you don't see it.
Also, I loathe the Fourth of July. Everyone but us (my family) in a ten block radius shoots them off like fives days in advance. Don't they get tired of that?
Chapter Three: The Outcome
"Yoh? Is it alright if I come in?" Anna asked, being uncharacteristically nice.
She looked at the rice paper door that just barely separated her from Yoh. She could see the outline of his body laying on a futon in the middle of the room.
"...Enter..." He told her in a low, gruff voice.
He sounded completely different, but it's to be expected. After all, when the only person who knew the real you and liked you for you is accidentally killed by another good friend, no one expects you to Mr. Sunshine. How could you?
She slowly opened the door to look at the once great shaman Yoh, now a pathetic looking whelp. "Yoh?" She asked timidly. "Amidamaru has been asking me if it would be okay to see you. He really needs to speak with you."
"Fine, send him in." he droned without thought.
'I hope you're ready for this, I am not.' Thought Anna. "Alright..."
(Amidamaru's POV)
'Manta... I am sorry... I didn't know what to do for you...I just didn't know what to do! If I had known that that would have... I'd never have done it.' I said as I sat before his tombstone. It was in the same graveyard as my grave and the place where we first met.
I haven't seen him since the incident a week ago, I don't know if he's wandering around on Earth or left for Spirit Realm. Either way, half of me didn't want to see him and the other half of me wanted to go to Hell. But at the very least, I should go see Yoh-sama.
I couldn't just abandon him in his time of need. I snorted in contempt, 'Some Guardian Spirit I turned out to be. In life and in death, I am nothing but a killer.'
I felt something tug at me, a very familiar spiritual energy summoning me. 'Anna.' I felt like I was being tugged in the direction of the inn... 'It was time to face Yoh.' I thought.
"So that's what happened, you attempted spirit form with Manta? How could you be so stupid! Even if he hadn't died, it never would have worked!" Yoh admonished me.
I hated seeing him like that, and what's worse I was one of the primary reasons behind it. "I was only trying to help, there was no one else available. Maybe he still might be here, if I hadn't interfered." I admitted slowly. I looked down at the hard wood floor.
I heard thump after thump, and looked to see Yoh, on his knees, pounding the floor. "It's not fair, if I had been there I might have been able to help him..." He said to no one in particular.
"Yoh..." I said.
Suddenly, Yoh looked up at me, "I could only imagine what he went through... The spirit form process is physically taxing on a shaman, poor Manta must have been overwhelmed."
The cold detachment of his voice frightened me, but I would have to ask him a question of my own.
"Yoh-sama," I asked slowly as I let my hair cover my eyes. "What is it you wish of me? Would you like me to stay or would you send me away?"
He looked at me. And that all he did for a few minutes. I heard another thump on the hard wood floor and a wail escape from Yoh's throat.
"...I want you to stay. You will stay and help me become Shaman King. That was what Manta wanted to see us do... So we'll do it for him."
I turned away from Yoh. Then looked back at him, "Yes, I'll be strong for you and him."