Authors note: First off, I'd like to thank those who read and or reviewed it. I do greatly appreciate it. Also, the characters are out of Characterization, yes. Oh, and sorry for the long delay of actually posting another chapter. It's been a while since I've had time to actually sit down and write/type anything. I'm hoping (Crosses fingers) to do another shaman king fic while also doing this one. Well I best quit talking and let you read. I hope you enjoy and as always, read and review please!Disclaimer: I don't own shaman King.

So This is Love

Chapter 2 "Reoccurring Dream "

"MOTHER?" Yoh Asakura, came trotting inside the apartment edifice at the age nine with his backpack slung across one shoulder blade and a book clutched in both of his hands. His brown eyes glanced around knowing something wasn't right.

It wasn't like his mother not to make the acquaintance of him at the door. Ordinarily she would stand there waiting for him with either a towel in her hand from aeration dishes or every now and then, a cloth from cleaning the room. She always had that demonstrative smile. However, this, this was something new. Never acknowledging the fact that his mother, out of all people wouldn't be waiting at the door.

Feeling a nervous tension in his stomach, he leisurely walked in. Thinking maybe, just maybe that his mother could be sleeping on the couch in the living room or watching television. Hell, it was worth a shot. Anything was worth the shot.

Closing the door behind him, he peaked over into the living room, checking to see if his mother was in there. No one. His nerves began to turn into fright. He gulped slowly walking in.

He laid his book that was clutched in his hand down on the couch and slung his backpack on the floor. Taking a deep breath his feet slowly steadily walked on the floor. Making no sounds, he peeked around the corner of the kitchen. Nothing. His heart pounded hard against his chest, feeling the muscles in his small stomach reflex at each step he took.

His brown eyes filled with concern, love, and fright. All in one. He came up to his bedroom, checking to see if she was in there. There was no telling where his mother could be. If she were even in his room… he wouldn't have cared. Not at all. He'd be more than happy. Still… nothing.

Worry and fright. That's all it was. The bathroom door… it was closed. It's never closed. At least not what Yoh could confirm? His hands grasped a hold of the brass doorknob and turned it, it made a click sound as he slowly opened the door. It creaked… his eyes glanced around the room, noticing his mother's foot, lying there in the back. It was a two-part bathroom. One where your washer and dryer sat and the other part was the bathtub, toilet, and sink. His mother was in the washer and dryer part.

"Mom?" Yoh huskily said walking into the room. His eyes widen, seeing his mother lying there, lifelessly. Her legs was pushed out, but in an almost-upright curling position with her one arm spread out and the other lying next to her. The one hand spread out, held onto a cleaning cloth and the other must have been holding the cleanser but the cleanser must have rolled out of her hand and hit the wall.

Yoh gasp and swiftly gotten to the ground, looking back and forth at his mother. His eyes grew blank. He didn't know what to do. He's just a damn kid. It was facing hell one more time. Not to long ago, his father up and left, no one knows why he did it or even where he went. He just left. Nothing more and nothing less. No one has heard from him since he disappeared. No one knows if he's (Yoh's father) is still alive.

"Mom? Mom? Wake up mom. Please mom wake up!" Yoh cried aloud shaking his mother back and forth, but nothing seemed to be waking his mother up.

Quickly getting up he ran out towards the kitchen and grabbed the phone that lay on the counter table and dialed 911.

"911." a woman from the phone answered.

"Yes my mother isn't waking up and she's lying on the floor." Yoh cried into the phone. His chest rose and dropped. It did this a multiple of times.

"What's your name and how old are you?"

"I'm Yoh Asakura and I'm nine. Please you have to help my mother."

"Do you know how to check pulses?"

Yoh blinked hesitantly looking around the room. He didn't know what to do, how to do it or anything. He felt frightened. More frightened than when he walked in.

"Young man you there?"

"Yes."

"Do you know how to check for a pulse?"

"I'm…I'm not sure."

"I have an ambulance on their way there now."

"Is she going to make it?" Yoh asked as his brown eyes began to turn a pale brown color. His aura turned to a milky white. He felt lost. Hurt.

Yoh could tell the young woman on the phone didn't know what to say and even if she did. She wouldn't know how to say it to a nine year old. Nine and already establishing the fact that life isn't always right to you. God, nothing's right anymore.

"Yoh is it?"

"Yes?"

"Stay on the phone for me alright?"

"Okay." Yoh murmured through the phone, sat down on the couch, and then got back up. He didn't know what he wanted to do. He didn't know anything at the time. He felt like the inferior human alive. A absolute idiot for not knowing anything.

"Did you just come home from school?" The young girl on the other end tried to sooth him. It almost sounded like it could have been her first day there or something. But then again how was Yoh supposed to know that?

"yes." Yoh exclaimed walking into the kitchen and then back into the living room.

As minutes past by a knock was made at the door and Yoh told the woman on the phone he was with, "There here I gotta go." He tried playing it cool, calm, everything he wasn't at the time.

"Alright."

Hanging up the phone Yoh ran to the door and opened it. Seeing to men at the door with bags and dressed in blue.

"Here on a mother not waking up?" A shorter, but huskier man exclaimed. His eyes green and his hair brown. The other was much taller, little lankier with blonde hair, and blue eyes and had somewhat of a gut hanging in front of him.

Yoh could only point to the door. Nothing came out of his mouth. He looked helplessly as the paramedics quickly went into the bathroom and knelt down.

Yoh just stood there, by the doorway with his head tilt and with no tears when he head on of the men call on his walkie-talkie that a woman in her mid twenties to late thirties was strangled to death. He couldn't cry, he wanted too, but just couldn't.

Later police came, asking question after question. Life was completely shitty for Yoh. No one in his life, no one caring. Shit, life was always screwing up on him. He's left with a father who abandoned him but knows he'll never come back. A mother how was strangled, maybe by a burglar, or any type of offenders. Who really knew? Besides the killer. The kill is probably some jackass punk thinking he'd get by with anything and everything.

"Have you seen anything suspicious?" One officer asked holding the pen down on his paper as he risen an eyebrow to Yoh.

"No." Yoh muttered still traumatized to what had happened.

"Nothing at all?"

Yoh looked up tears streaming down the side of his cheek, "I told you already. I didn't see anything!"

An officer came over with his back turned towards Yoh and muttered in the other officers ear, "What are we gonna do bout the kid?"

The other shrugged, "Guess give him to adoption to figure out what to do with him."

Adoption… the word rung in Yoh's head…

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Yoh yelled out as he jolted from his bed, breathing, sweating exceptionally hard. His hair wet, his eyes wide. He panted hard looking around the room, finally noticing that he was at his grandfathers. He closed his eyes and wiped his face with his hands, feeling the sweat dribble down his forehead and hit his finger tips. It was another one of those freaked out dreams. He had them once in a while. Not as often as when he was younger but still had them.

He laid his head back down on the pillow and starred up at the ceiling wall and watched as his ceiling fan would spin around in a slow motioned way. It was as if he was reliving his dream over and over. He keeps trying to forget it. But nothing seems to be able to work for him. He just keeps having that dream to reoccur. Maybe his mother is telling him something or maybe he's trying to tell himself something. He was still frightened though. Anyone he had gotten around, seemed to always disappear. Anyone he loved.

He moved his head to check what time it was… 5:29 am… half an hour before he has to actually get up. He didn't feel tired. But he never did after he finish having that dream.

Closing his eyes with tears streaming slowly down his face he muttered, "Momma."

It felt like time went by fast… his alarm clock seemed like it went off right when he had fallen back to sleep. A groggy grown escaped the tip of his lips and he rolled over on his side, and looked at his alarm clock. Man it can't be six o'clock yet… I just went back to sleep a few minutes ago. He thought, slowly edging his way out of his bed and sat straight up.

Running his hand through his messed up hair, he sighed and got up, staggering around, and almost falling back onto his bed. "Whoa." He muttered, stopping himself before landing on his back.

Blinking, his eyes finally came into focus and he slowly walked into the bathroom that was connected to his room and flipped the light on and looking in the mirror. His eyes was dry from the nights cool air blistering inside his room from leaving his window wide open. He hated when his eyes got that way. Sometimes it would get watery then sometimes dry it really depend on the night.

Turning the handle on the sink, water came spraying out. Filling the bowl up and steam rose from it, Yoh grabbed a handful and splashed it against his face. A cool, refreshing feeling swept over him. Waking him somewhat up. Turning off the water he grabbed a towel from under the sink and dabbed his face. It's like a routine for him to do this. Just so he could get the image of his mother lying on the floor, out of his mind. He never wanted to keep that image there, but it seems to always haunt him. Never goes away… just seems to be imbedded in his mind. For what reason? Maybe for torture, maybe for fear. It was hard telling what it could be from.

With a yawn Yoh walked into his room and grabbed his cloths that was already laid out. A white uniform, long shirt with a tie and lets not forget about the green pants. He snarled his nose up thinking how stupid it was to have green pants to wear to a school. But he couldn't argue. He knows he has to wear it; like it or not.

Slipping the pants over his legs and zipping them up, they seemed pretty long on him. Thinking, Yoh rolled his pants up so they won't drag the ground and slipped his shirt on. Unbuttoning a few of the buttons and rolling his sleeves up his eyes gazed down at his tie… there was no way in gods creation this boy is going to put a tie on. For what? So he just figured on forgetting the tie… wouldn't do any good anyways. It's not like it actually mattered…

Finishing up, Yoh made his way downstairs to the sweet smell of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. Taking in a big whiff while closing his eyes he smiled. "Wow, it smells good in here."

A small chuckle came out of his grandfather, "Well I'm glad to see you up. I hope you have an appetite."

Yoh took a seat in one of the chairs and watched his grandpa, "Ya I have an appetite. You don't have to worry about that to much, Tee-he." Yoh exclaimed. His belly made a growling noise and he grabbed a hold of his stomach quickly and laughed, "What did I tell you?"

Shaking his head his grandfather filled his plate full of wonderful looking food. From Pancakes to eggs. From eggs to hash-browns. From hash-browns to ham. From ham to… well you get it.

GOING to school, Yoh could feel eyes all on him walking up the steps of Tokyo High School. Everyone starring, gawking. He really didn't care. It wasn't something new for him. He didn't care what the other students thought about him. Don't really care if he made new friends. He just wanted to be left alone.

"Ay, you."

Yoh turned around finding a group of people standing together. With girls and boys they looked like a pretty rowdy bunch but Yoh stuck his hands deep into his pockets and nod.

"Ya you kid." The boy exclaimed this time point at Yoh, "Watcha, Name?"

Yoh gave a shrug, "Dunno. Don't really think it's any of your business." Yoh grinned at one of the girls. Her face flushed with red and a giggle escaped at the tip of her lips.

"Don't play shitten games with me kid." The boys furry swiveled around him. His greenish-yellow eyes became furious and his raven hair swayed in the wind.

"I'm no kid. And my name is Yoh."

"You have got to be kidding me? A kid with that kind of name? Was your momma drunk when she had you or what?" The boy smirked, and the rest of the gang laughed.

Yoh's lip curled to the side and turned his back toward the kid and walked away. In his opinion he didn't care what the hell that kid thought. He figured on being the big guy and drop it all there. He knew there would be other times that boy will be making fun of him. Did he care? No. He's just the new boy in school.

"Ouch dude. You just go slandered by Ren." A blue hair boy said coming up to Yoh, while rubbing the back of his neck.

"What?"

"Ren… that's the fellows name if your wondering. I'm Horo-Horo. So you're the new student that everyone is talking about." the boy exclaimed with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I guess so." Yoh replied with a shrug, "Who else would be the new kid?"

"Hey, we get a bunch of new kids anymore. We're like the new kid factory I guess you can say."

"Do what?"

"We get a bunch of new kids almost every week dude. It's nothing new. So you don't have to worry about being left out around here. Almost everyone is new. But some aren't. It's nothing to freak about around here. We've got our bullies, preps and everything like that here-"

Doesn't he ever shut up? Yoh thought with a small grin on his face.

"Oh what's your name by the way?"

"Yoh… Yoh Asakura." You replied to his question, still gazing desperately around the school. He noticed that there was a group of girls gathered around, laughing and some giggling. But there was one, one he noticed that wasn't doing none of them. He watched her. Watched the way she moved, the way she looked. He blinked.

"Wow, I thought my name was weird!" Horo-Horo said rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as the other was down by his side with nothing in it.

"Yeah." Yoh said, still gazing at the girl. Not hardly paying any attention to the boy who called himself Horo-horo. He got the glimpse of the girls eyes a few times. But it wasn't much to count. Something seemed so-so-so… ironic. Almost as if he's seen this girl before but can't actually put a finger upon it.

As the bell ranged and kids began to walk inside Horo-horo looked up at the speakerphones and said, "Well I gotta get to class. I'll catch ya later dude."

"Yea later." Yoh murmured watching as the girl walked inside the large building…

Slouching over and walking he looked up at the door and sighed, Well here goes nothing. He thought walking in…

TBC…

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