I crave fooooood. x.x I'm getting starved. I dunno, I was reading Princess Diaries (volume I) and stumbled upon this little plot bunny. Vote if you want it Yohna or Hana. IT SHALL BE CONFUSING. YOU SHALL SEE. Oh yeah, and the characters might be a little OOC, I mean, for instance, if most people voted it Hana, that would mean Hao was all nice and Yoh was evil! And even if it was the other way around, Anna would still be a bit strange, since it's unlike her to actually feel affection and love and stuff like that for someone. Albeit expressively. Urrrgh, it would be SO much easier to just write a Yohna fic and be done with it! . All of them are in senior high school. Senior high school as you'd think of it in America, anyway. As in they're SEVENTEEN. SEVENTEEN. SO IT IS OKAY FOR THEM TO DO VIOLENT/ROMANTIC STUFF OR WHATEVER STUPID TEENAGERS DO THESE DAYS. (No offense to teenagers.) Now with that drilled into your head, read the story.

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'Anna has a crush on a boy. Unexpectedly, she gets kidnapped, by the brother of the certain boy, as ransom for her extensive fortune. A person might think of it as their worst nightmare. But as Anna moves closer and closer to the boy, it's more like a best nightmare to her. Yohna (or Hana, your choice)'

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Disclaimer: Don't own Shaman King. Don't even own the PLOT, for Paladine's sake, most of it anyway. Warning: there shall be a massive number of pronouns in this fic. Particularly "he". For your information. Ah, and, the story's in Anna's point of view. Duh. may be drabble-listic in first chappie. Shall get bettereth.

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Best Nightmare

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Prologue: A Partridge In a Pear Tree

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First Day of Christmas, December 25th--Room in the Asakura Palace

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I am writing from my prison. A wonderful prison, for sure, as LordAsakura was such a gentleman (whoever reads this, if anyone ever does, read that as sarcasm) and ensured my comfort. Some gentleman. Kami-sama, he had kidnapped me using a partridge and a tree! A pear tree! I think he's insane. I'm probably right.
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Master Asakura--the older, or younger, I'm not too sure--gave me this book to write in. I do not know why. Even though he had helped with the kidnapping, he was still so kind to me. Just like as if we were in school again.
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School. That was practically what had started the whole mess. Or, more like, the Asakuras moving to Japan was what had started the whole mess. They came from Europe, as my homeroom teacher had announced. They knew Japanese very well, so well their European accent couldn't be detected. She had also announced that Lord Asakura, the one who had wholly kidnapped me, was sitting next to me. It didn't bother me too much. In fact, I was quite happy with the arrangement then. Lord Asakura was such an attractive person, who wouldn't be?
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But I didn't show I was happy. I rarely show any of my emotions. Some people wonder why my best friend is Tamao, who is shy and emotional and certainly sensitive. It doesn't bother me, unless she starts crying, of course.
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But I did show my emotions, when he was just sitting down. He looked over to me and flashed such an evil smirk at me that I gasped. It was only there for a moment, then it was gone--replaced by a perfect, white smile. I wondered if I'd just imagined the smirk. Now I know I hadn't.
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I met the older--younger?--Asakura at my locker. Master Asakura, as the many servants at the Asakura mansion called him. He was--if it was possible--more handsome than the first Asakura. Lord Asakura. He wore a shirt that said "if you're reading this, you're probably not dead" and twirled his lock languidly, as if he wasn't even bothered with the fact the tardy bell had just rung and if he didn't hurry he'd be late for next period's class. When I told him this, he just smiled lazily and informed me it was his first day of school, it wouldn't matter if he was late the first day, would it?
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I was frustrated with him and his carefree-ness. And yet, I don't know why, but along the progressing school term and fell in love with it. And his smile.
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Tamao also loved him. We both loved him. She knew it, I knew it. For some reason, our friendship wasn't marred by it.
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This lasted all the way through, from September to December. I would lecture him about being lazy, he'd just smile. I think he enjoyed talking to me. Enjoyed it, was annoyed by it, was bored by it. But enjoyed it.
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The first day of Christmas came. He wasn't as lazy as usual. In fact, he looked harassed. He was wearing a black shirt this time that said "A life? Cool! Where can I download one of those?" and "This is my back" on the back; he only twirled his lock expertly, grabbed his books, and left without saying anything to me. But there was something in his black eyes that should have warned me something bad was going to happen.
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After school, I had forgotten my book in last period and went back to get it. Instead, I found, on my desk, a tree heavily laden with luscious ripe pears, emerald green leaves, and--what?--a bird (as Lord Asakura later informed me, a partridge).
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On the first day of Christmas, my kidnapper gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.
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And used it to kidnap me.
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What a twisted world I live in.
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I reached for a pear and plucked it neatly from the branch. I felt like I was being compelled to do it. (As it turned out, I was.) I took a bite of it--the partridge screeched, an un-earthly sound--and I dropped away into darkness, suddenly realising the pear had an odd taste to it.
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I have a large fortune. I'm heir to the throne of a small Asian country somewhere there. My parents have never worried about me getting kidnapped; I had unique powers of my own. But now...
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Now they'd regret it.
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I had woken up in an exquisite bedroom, complete with a red velvet four-poster bed, bureaus, a large gilt mirror, and other things--including him sitting next to me. He gave me this journal to write in, told me I was prisoner now of the Lord Asakura, and left abruptly.
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But I had seen the look in his black eyes, again. He didn't want to be part of this. He didn't want to keep me prisoner.
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I'm writing this in kanji, so Lord and Master Asakura won't be able to read it--he had mentioned it to me once, that he and his brother couldn't read kanji. But as I'm writing this, in my luxurious prison, I realise that it might not be so bad after all, with him here...

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tsuzuku

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"Lord Asakura" would be the evil guy. Usually Hao, but if people vote more for Hana, then it'll be Yoh. Same thing for "Master Asakura", which would mean Yoh is good, unless people vote for Hana, in which then Hao would be good and Yoh evil. Creepy, ne? Jeez! That even confused ME, the AUTHOR. Pronouns suck. Hope you could make SOME sense of it. I'll update when you review! Don't forget to vote!

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P.S. The messages on his shirt was a joke my sisters and I had cooked up a few years ago. I never found an opportunity to use them, until now. ;; I am le weird...and listening to "Ohayou" from Hunter X Hunter...