O.O I got a lot of reviews. In my perspective, anyway. Ahh...I noticed a lot of people put me on their favorites but didn't review... - - people like that annoy me. MUST MAKE YOU PEOPLE FEEL GUILTY AND REVIEW! I CAN'T WRITE WITHOUT REVIEWS!! -cough, brightly- ANYWAYS! Thank you, DeFunès, Padfootikachu-chan (YohAnna? -evil laugh- maybe...), shaman7, ShamanFanE, Anime-Mastah (I see your point, gomen nasai if the spacing was weird, I know moshi moshi is how to say hi on the phone but I don't wanna sound Japanese-wannabe-ish and put Konnichiwa, and I've heard Kurapika from Hunter X Hunter say moshi moshi various times, o.O), Anonymous75632, and DaYdReAmInG-child for your constructive criticism. I appreciate. Now shall stop babbling and get on with story. I've just realised you can get high on water. Don't ask. Oh yes: Jun and Pailong and Faust and Eliza are out on a vacation for adults. Hao is off massacring various cities with his Spirit of Fire. (Actually, I just kicked them out of the storyline for now. --)

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Disclaimer: I'm too hungry to write a clever disclaimer. Don't own Shaman King, and that's the end of it. Kuso.

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Chapter Two: Bedtime--Sapphires In the Shadows (Warning: Cheesy-ness ahead. RenPirika shall fill your mind for a bit. Will try to make it as good as I can.)

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Ren slashed angrily, over and over, forgetting to add in a thrust. He imagined a picture of Pirika in front of him, and continuously cut it, again and again and again.

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The sun set rapidly into the horizon, until all that was left was the stormy golden gaze of Ren's eyes, the last remaining rays of light sparkling off his spear, and his shame and inner questions.

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What was she doing to him? Why did he keep seeing her in his head after what he had just done? Did he feel guilty? He couldn't. He couldn't possibly feel guilty for that. He had done it to too many girls before to count, and not felt one twinge of conscience. Then why was he feeling like this?

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Because you love her.

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The spear dropped, the sun's last light faded, and the door slammed loudly, echoing through the onsen as Ren fled from truth.

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Pirika miserably drank her fourth cup of hot cocoa Tamao had made for her. No water, that was too filling. No brandy, which Horo Horo had offered her--it would just make her drunk, and she was underage anyway. No milk, because it reminded her...of him...

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Instead of wailing out her depressions like she usually would to Anna, Tamao, Jun, and Jeanne, she kept quiet. Deadly quiet. Horo Horo, being her dear big brother, could tell something was wrong with the usually lively Ainu. But she had just given him such a tear-filled gaze that was even scarier than her usual evil glare he fled back to his refuge in the dining room with Tamao.

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Sipping down the last drops of the cocoa, she glanced over to the living room, where Anna and Yoh sat. The blonde itako was whispering something to Yoh, smiling unnaturally. Yoh took her hand and grinned back. They leaned forward--

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Pirika tore her gaze from there and looked over to the dining room. Horo Horo leaned on the counter while talking to Tamao, who was making dinner. He said something, apparently funny, because it made Tamao giggled. They looked into each other eyes, and just like Anna and Yoh, leaned forward--

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Pirika hurriedly looked over to the foyer, where Jeanne and Lyserg sat, playing poker. Jeanne threw down her last cards, and smiled (reminiscent of Hao's smirk, even for such a holy girl) at Lyserg. "I win," she said, raising her eyebrow suggestively. "Where's my prize?"

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Lyserg sighed in mock-defeat and leaned forward. "Jeanne-sama, you're so demanding..."

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Pirika hastily returned her gaze to her now-empty cup, cursing herself for sitting in the hall, where she had a view of all the rooms.

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Sitting up, Pirika walked quickly into the dining room (averting her eyes from the...activities Horo Horo and Tamao were in) and set her cup down in the sink, where Tamao would wash it later. When she was done with "Frenching" Horo Horo.

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Slipping into the guest room quietly, the Ainu--not bothering to change--got into bed and instantly fell asleep, not noticing that the bed was also holding a significant Chinese, shirtless shaman with purple hair...

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I was going to extend it but I'll leave it at that. YES I KNOW IT'S SHORT. ONLY AROUND 700 WORDS. Arrrrrgh, that took so long...I'm so hungry...GIVE ME FOOD!! BETTER YET, REVIEWS!!!!! -dies-