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Deeper
Chapter Three
(Anna)
"It hurts. You're not Yoh. You are not my friend. You're only a shaman whom I do not know."
I've heard before that in life, there are two things which we cannot hold back. One is love, though I have always been numb about that topic. They said that the more you keep it inside your heart, the sooner it will be revealed. Two is tears and somehow I proved that one true, for I'm crying right now and the more I tried to stop them from falling, the harder they fell.
Yoh tilted his head and looked at me, aghast. He seemed to be thunderstruck as if thousand volts of lightning had paralyzed and roasted him alive. But I knew what he feels, after all, I'm not stupid.
Guilt.
Our eyes portray our soul and emotions. If there is one thing a Yoh would like to hide, it must be his eyes. They were a deep shade of black, emphasizing his blank expression, tired…guilt.
At first glance, some may think that I'm hallucinating since there's still that look of revulsion evident on his face. The look reserved only for me. And I hate having this feeling of knowing, he must've been really angry than guilty.
I attempted to touch his hair and comb it with my fingers, but something held me back. Maybe it was his eyes, his woeful yet fierce eyes. But the risks are worth it, aren't they? At least if I tried, at least, well maybe, I'll anger him more and he'll hate me more too, only—forever.
Yoh Asakura was unnerving and that's a truth not any tall tale in the streets. He has complete control over me, and did I mention before that his authoritative voice can make me wonder sometimes if I'm still alive? I never give any damn for that matter, because I never did really care if he shouts at me or not. I thought it was normal, since Yoh is Yoh and I do believe I do not know him that well at all. But it was just that on the night when I finally realized what kind of a fool I was.
Four years, and I've never thought or cared about it. That, I, Kyouyama Anna, is the reason of the death of Yoh Asakura. The old Yoh Asakura, never the irate shaman standing in front of me. But somehow, there was this nagging feeling on my chest which tells me that it wasn't my fault.
I chided on myself the things I was supposed to know all along: Yoh is the wind, but still breakable.
Without any second thought, "It hurts Yoh," I said. Regardless of his blazing eyes, those words slipped passed my mouth again. But this moment was different. Yoh released his grip on my hands completely and carefully put them back. His hands dropped on his side and it stayed there, stable, unmoving as if he had become numb.
But he wasn't numb, Asakura Yoh was never considered as a numb person. You can rummaged through the lists of unfeeling people and you can never find him there. If he cannot feel, then maybe he's not going to act like this, maybe we are currently living in peace. And he, again, proved me that my instincts were indeed right.
"What hurts?" Yoh asked in an even tone.
"…" No words were formed from my usual witty brain, hence I wasn't able to counter his words.
"What hurts?" he repeated, but more intensive than the last time. "Is it that hard to answer…Kyouyama?"
It came again. Surname basis. And judging from the sound of his voice, he has the initiative of breaking me again, no, kill me at that. So much for my dismay, no words came out from my mouth. I stayed motionless, expressionless, despite of the failing façade built around me.
"Are you telling me that my grasp on your hand hurts?" he asked. "IS THAT IT??!!!!"
"No." I answered simply. Without any hesitation and finally feeling every ounce of my valor filling me in, I continued. "You can grip my hand ten times tighter than that and I will not complain."
"Or maybe, feeling so helpless?" he tried. "Do you now know, how terrible it feels?"
"No." I replied. "Helpless? You might be joking Yoh."
"Ever since you and Hao defeated and shattered my dream of becoming the Shaman King, I have not been joking. Not anymore, not ever," Yoh intoned. His voice was cold, eyes were piercing. I just hope this conversation will not go far beyond that. Hopefully, I will not be able to reach the thing I have always dreaded since last week.
His wrath.
The last straw of his temper.
Just when I thought he was finished with his speech of total contempt, I opened my mouth to bring him back into his senses. But there was this fact I haven't stored in my mind for a couple of days. Once you anger the new Asakura Yoh, you should be daunted. Far more than daunted, you start packing your things already and do not come any closer for a measure of a kilometer.
And I did cross the line of his patience.
But I never believed it, then again, he proved me wrong. The set of words I thought I will never hear from someone I thought had saved my soul before. Hearing I hate You from him is much more better from hearing those fresh new words. It was like a thousand of needles had prickled me to death.
"You killed me Anna. You killed me, worse than Hao did."
"I never did," I shook my head and smiled weakly. "You're the only one who can kill yourself."
Upon saying what I wanted, I pushed him away with such an amazing force. I turned my heels around and ran, away from him, if possible, forever. I veered my head back onto his lone figure. I didn't fail to notice his clenched fists, his culpable yet flaring look. I met Manta on the process. He was panting and I stopped to take a look on his round face.
He asked, "Anna, where are you off-"
"Don't ask," I interrupted. This is no time for such questions regarding our dispute. In a mere second, I found myself running again. To nowhere. To a place where I can seek for Yoh's cure.
Deeper.
A little waver on my knees.
Deeper.
I felt so weak.
Deeper.
Tears fell again. Harder.
Deeper.
My voice fades.
Deeper.
My heart breaks.
I leaned on the bark of a sakura tree for support. For resignation. Ignoring the burning sensation on my left wrist, I continued to stare blankly…to nowhere. I thought he was going to say, "I hate you."
I snickered. Scale me from one to ten of how fool I am. I shrugged. I'd give my self ten for that. For believing that he will actually repeat the I hate you line on my face, I feel like I'm the foulest of all fools. Easily deceived. A fool.
"You killed me Anna. You killed me, worse than Hao did." Yes, I was capable of murdering him in all prospects for years that he has been training under my hands. But those words. They undermined my soul, my heart.
I looked up at the sky. Such a sense of intriguing desire to motivate those people who have been lost. Vaguely remembering how Yoh went through the years of my constant training, I put in my mind how his easy smiles annoyed me. His carefree attitude. Before, I wished he'd be able to act seriously, his actions justified and sure. But boy, how much I regretted that wish now?
Very.
Remorse flowed through my body as the indulgence of fate was swept away from my being.
Hypocrite. Before he never was, but now, in all angles, that shaman was only a fraud of my delusion. A figment of my imagination. Frankly speaking, a week ago, when we fought, I had pursued my brain to think that he's nothing but a dream, that it wasn't anything. I think I was wrong to tell myself that. After all, no matter how a dream may seem impossible, there are still possibilities that it can happen further in the future.
I sighed. I tried to decipher his emotions, his words. Tsk! How can you understand someone who doesn't want to be understood? It was like talking to a garden pot placed on the window sill with its leaves crunching silently. No response. Even though there was this response to stimulus movement of living things. It isn't a mimosa we're talking about here, a shaman, a human who can feel but who doesn't want to feel anymore, Asakura Yoh.
Pain. It was there again. The untouchable itako that resides on my being was no more. Anna Kyouyama can now be easily intimidated. And my situation was worsened when I finally admitted it to myself that Yoh was the reason of my sudden change.
Asakura Yoh.
If it weren't for his loss in the tournament, I would still be the numb Kyouyama Anna. But our worlds were turned upside down. Now, Yoh is the one who cannot feel anything.
Only resentment. No matter how many times those words entered my mind I cannot force myself to get use to it. The name Asakura Yoh will never be connected to the word anger. His carefree and laidback attitude forbid him to do so. But then again, that was what I thought. As I had mentioned, upturned—our lives were.
I beseeched the skies for any help, but there was no response. I guess, I have to work this thing out all alone. On my own.
Because without Yoh,
I'm on my own.
(End of Anna's P.O.V.)
He was disconcerted, but he never admitted it. His pride was so hard to thaw. Yet, on the other hand, he felt he was vindicated, and there was no ounce of flaw in his actions. He hoisted himself to a more comfortable position. Asakura Yoh, no matter how nasty his actions were, leaned himself on the cemented wall and lifted his head on the clouds thinking, but there was this slight somnolent look on his face. He was starting to act grimly, if not, definitely his mind was screwed up.
It was this realization which made all things natural to him appear barbed. But at least, he knew one thing, inwardly, he's also suffering. He raised his left leg and brought it close to his chest, while the other remained stretched on the ground. His left elbow was propped by his left leg and his right hand was resting on top of his forehead.
Despite of perceiving the small figure moving just nearby, Yoh amazingly enjoyed the quietude, that even the beguiling wind slapping haggardly across his features didn't quite understand. Still lost in his thoughts, Oyamada Manta, a friend and classmate of his who is undeniably petite for his seventeen years of living, sauntered near Yoh and started a condemning conversation.
"Yoh, I was about to tell you that I felt-"
"You don't have to, I saw him," Yoh enunciated the word him with sheer disgust.
"With her," Yoh added, in a low voice only Manta can discern.
"You mean Anna?" the small, blonde figure questioned with an eagerness unusually heard from someone who rather find himself lack of words.
"Yeah, can you keep that subject for a while Manta?" Yoh favored, his voice broken and eyes were pleading. The guise apparent on Yoh's solemn face was enough to keep his best friend's scrutinizing look on a tight rein. "I'm starting to get insane."
"But, ugghh, Yoh, a friendly advice only," Manta insisted. "Isn't it about time for you to find Anna? Well, I'm just seriously worried about her. And you know, she's crying. I thought it was very un-Ann-"
"Let her be," Yoh said, ambivalent. But still, his voice came out firm, so there was no way Manta can ever notice the slight hesitation in his voice.
"Let her do what she wants. She's not my property, she can do anything for all I care. And she's still lucky I gave it to her, freedom," he understatedly continued.
Manta shook his head in disapproval, "But Yoh, by the looks of it, you're in dispute with your heart. I may not sense as much as you and Anna do, but still I'm a human and you're one too. I can perfectly feel what my friends are going through. I may not be a shaman but I'm a perceptive person at heart."
"Don't tell me the things I have to feel and what I do not have to feel!" he barked. "I'm tired of this, I'm leaving."
Manta shuddered and was taken aback by what his best friend had just said. Tired? What's there to be tired off? Anna Kyouyama may be daunting in all ways but she has an acceptable reason in doing that so. Manta knew for sure that if it weren't for Anna, Yoh must've been torn from limb to limb in every shaman fight he encountered. And the midget really has this strange feeling that the itako has certain feelings for the shaman. But as always, Manta's regards were put back into his toes when he remembered that the Anna Kyouyama is wholly numb.
Thinking of a way to resolve his friend's lack of intimacy towards the seventeen year old itako, Manta brought up a statement that he knew for sure might anger Yoh.
"Leaving again? Is that what you always have to do? You can't evade your problems just because you can't find any solution!"
"As long as I can runaway, I'm satisfied living a life full of misery." Yoh opposed.
"You can, but she can't," Manta was starting to get serious. His mind is wiser beyond his years.
"I thought you know how insensitive Anna is? How untouchable? Indifferent? Unfeeling?" queried Yoh. "Do you think she will care? No."
"When I lost the battle did she even care. No. Instead, she started to be a big burden on my back. She compelled me to a task I cannot complete. If ever I came from my fiancé searching unsuccessful and she'll kill me, I'll let her do that. Besides, she had killed me before. She'll just kill me all over again, nothing much actually, because in all angles, I'm dead."
Manta managed to let out a hollow laugh. 'Very unusual,' Yoh thought.
"Yoh, before complaining and acceding her wish, did you ever give yourself time to think why Anna wished for such? I mean, there are so many things she wants, like having an onsen and, ugghhh, blah, blah, blah."
"There's nothing to think about," Yoh abruptly snapped.
"There is," said Manta. He was becoming suddenly at ease. Manta was able to find a way to overturn their conversation. From a cold one, it turned into a more serious one. Decided, Manta added, "If you are dead Yoh, you will not be able to feel anything. You won't even bother to be confused and doubting yourself whether what you did was right or wrong. Not to mention the slight hesitation I heard when you told me that I should let Anna as she is."
"And what are you trying to imply?"
"Simple. You care for her, more than any of our friends do," Manta nodded. "And you're not dead, remember that."
"I'm going," Yoh said, standing up. He put his hands on his pockets and started to leave with Manta following closely behind.
"Going? I thought I made everything clear to you?" asked the blonde.
"There is nothing clear. All messed up. Even my brain, screwed up," Yoh answered flatly.
"But Yoh-"
"I had enough Manta." And that was all Yoh said. He left without any second thoughts, without looking back at his traumatized friend. It was true, he really had enough.
(Yoh)
Do I really have to swallow my pride and apologize to her? But I did nothing wrong, right? Right. But somehow, these words were silently piercing my flesh to death. To death.Hey, I thought I was already dead? Right. Just a little further Yoh and then you're heading straight to the mental asylum.
You're making things crazier than they were before. Have you gone mad? You aren't the one who should swallow your pride and apologize to her.
She killed you. my alter ego reminded me.
Anna. There were so many things I like about her. Her attitude, her glares. But why is it that they are all erased from my memory?
Because of my pride? But before, it was the very thing I wasn't afraid of losing. Well, I guess time really changes people.
I walked down the streets, glancing left and right. There were so many people smiling despite of the fact that the world has a destroyer as the Shaman King.
Hao Asakura. My brother, my twin brother. And it really hurts to know that my brother, of all people, a mass destroyer, was the one chosen by the Great Spirits to be the Shaman King. Why can't it be me? I'm a good shaman at heart right?
But I guess those were the qualities that brought me down from the Shaman King throne. Because of being so overprotective, I lost.
Hao. He has nothing to protect, he has nothing to worry about. While this stupid heart of mine, cares for so many people that I, myself cannot understand why. A part of me keeps on insisting that what I did was right, that saving Anna was very right. And a part of me keeps on pushing myself to kill the girl who made me grieve.
But which one to follow?
My mind or my heart?
I quickened my pace and reached the door of our house in no less than five minutes. There's only one way to find out. From Anna, I will get the answer.
(Anna)
I just came from the living room to treat my wounds. Yoh wasn't there yet. Maybe he was difficultly mulling his thoughts into his vapid brain. Ohh, I just remembered, how can a dead person think all over again? I erased the thoughts from my head and walked on the second floor's hallway.
I stepped inside my room and closed the shoji behind me. My feet had come to a halt when I saw the moon's hazy figure towering above this nearly dilapidated onsen. I smiled. There were times when I wished I could sit here for the whole night with an empty and relaxed mind. But that wish was long gone ever since Yoh was defeated in the Shaman King Tournament.
Both of us were so alert of Hao's remote yet near distance. We sometimes almost forgot about our dinner due to the fact that he might attack us in no time. But that made me think too, Hao was the Shaman King, he cannot ask for more so to think that he will attack us with all our guards down would be quite shameful.
I stopped.
Shaman King, Asakura Hao. I remembered him saying about it. He will give the title back to Yoh in exchange of me. Does that mean I have to go with him? God, in all regards, I will never surrender myself to him.
Surrender.
I stopped. Again, I did stop these train of silly thoughts.
'Focus on the word surrender Anna, not on anything else.' I said inwardly.
Surrender.
I hang my mouth in doubt. Why haven't I seen it before? Yoh Asakura also surrendered something right? Something more important than his life, because of one reason that I promised I will keep on remembering.
Me. My life. My soul.
Selfish. Selfish. I have always been and all in all I finally came to the conclusion that Yoh was right, I killed him. I killed him worse than Hao did. I was suddenly drawn to his words.
"Seeing him holding you makes my heart wrench! Remember why I got defeated! Remember it! Remember it! Just seeing you talk to him helps my haunting defeat retaliate my senses! The hatred! The suffering I would have to undergo till my life is over!!"
I almost—no, totally forgot about it. For only a few hours, I have forgotten the thing that I am supposed to be aware of. I wasn't able to comprehend what he said after that, all I knew was Yoh was livid. I even told myself that maybe he's just jealous, but now it made sense.
He had given up the Shaman King title just to save me. He offered his life to Hao just to protect someone who is incapable of showing and feeling any emotions. A detached itako. And what I had given him in return was a burden to his back. Stupid. I really am. To find me a fiancé so I can finally avoid him in the near future. A strand of my caprices.
I have no idea why he agreed, why he's consenting my wishes despite of giving up his only dream. So he can make me happy? So he can make me feel contented? I doubt it, he told me not a single reason. And the aftermath? Here I am whining over and over again, trying to find some decent, acceptable and valid reason why Yoh agreed.
I was actually surprised when he said yes. But he asked a favor too. He wanted me to train him so I did, more than enough, as I watched him biting of more than he can chew for four comprehensive years of hell training.
Yet we were unfruitful. He was right.
"I'm tired Kyouyama. All in vain everything."
Vain. Everything. So that's why he had also given up in finding me a fiancé, but that should never be the situation. Because if I keep on living under this roof, with him at that, the only thing I can get will be rejection, hatred, nothing more. Before, he always made me welcome and important, but in every statement there is this contradiction.
Before. It was before. Not now, and not ever.
I heard the door suddenly cracked open. A boy with dark hair entered with an outright expression of usual tiredness and of course, resentment. I turned around and noticed him there. Slightly hesitant, but he did enter.
I stood frozen on my place, but I mused on such amusing thoughts.
Deeper and little by little, I stringed the words forming in my mind together.
Yoh Asakura, youngest son of Mikihisa and Keiko Asakura, grandson of Yohmei and Kino Asakura, brother of the Shaman King Hao Asakura existed. And on his seventeenth year of tracking this game, he existed still, but he never lived.
The lazy bummer of the Asakura's, Yoh Asakura, was already dead.
And I, Kyouyama Annakilled him.
In the past, both of us were failures of this game called life. We lost and then we never rose from our graves. If Yoh had already given up, I, Kyouyama Anna, will never do the same thing. I will stand up to proclaim to the whole word that I'm still someone who cannot be defied by anyone else.
I took a step forward near Yoh, until I was only a meter away from him. He tensed a bit. But his uneasiness wasn't enough to cover his hatred towards me.
'Yoh you killed me too.' The last straw. My heart was burned into ashes again. I just hope he'll be able to heal these wounds. 'When you changed, I had this change too. The numb Anna Kyouyama didn't exist since then. She was replaced by someone who can feel, who can give sympathy. By someone whom you can easily hurt.
But I shouldn't give up right now. I couldn't. And for that, I only have one solution. I'll have to slay someone again.
'The new Anna Kyouyama. So in the process, the indifferent Anna Kyouyama can be born. Again.'
'I hate to do this, but I have to. In order to give you what you want Yoh. You'll defeat Hao, I will do anything in my power just to make sure you'll be able to beat him. Wait for that day Yoh, and I'll wait for the old Yoh to come back too.'
'But when the old Yoh Asakura comes home, I'm gone. For I'm very sure that by that time, you've already completed your obligation.'
'To me. A fiancé and then, I'm off. Contended as I can be lastly seeing you with those easy smiles.'
'There are times when I'm asking myself why am I controlling my temper on you. When before, a single disobeying movement can make you taste my fist's wrath. You have complete control on me. Even my heart. You can break it if you want. But I have this feeling of content whenever you do that. I don't know why, but I just do. And I came to think of a question and hopefully the answer will be a valid one.'
'Why can you do anything to me? To my heart? And that made me think again. So many why's but I never asked myself why too. Why am I letting you?'
"I have something to tell you," I said. I tumbled with my words, it's hard to say it, but I have to. "The contract."
"Again." It was a statement, not a question. Yoh shrugged, then smirked. "You're a fool."
"I'm not fooling Asakura Yoh." Cold. My voice was, indifferent. It's coming back. Yoh widened his eyes, slightly bewildered. An expression I had longed to see for so many years.
'The resurrection of the insensitive Kyouyama Anna. Welcome her Yoh.'
"What do you want," He bellowed.
"Let's make it legal," I stated and his face was once again flabbergasted.
"For what reason?" he asked.
"Don't ask for reasons when you know the answer," I retorted. Little by little, the old Anna Kyouyama is returning. "A fiancé."
A laugh. Yoh laughed. "A fiancé? BAH! I thought we had made this one clear? That I had enough of your wishes when you cannot give mine!"
"Shut up." I warned.
"What did you say?" he said darkly. Yoh emitted an aura. It was cold, very cold.
I glared at him, forgetting that his furyoku was rising, tempting. "I told you to shut up. Since when did you learn to interrupt me?!"
Another laugh. We were getting to nowhere. But at least, this one was sort of a decent conversation.
"Tomorrow, you'll come with me to main house of the Asakura, and there, we'll make it legal."
"Who died and gave you the permission to go in there?!" He clenched his fists and did not let go of them though it was getting solid white.
"Me." I snapped. "I don't care if you're an Asakura or what. But remember, they hate you."
I continued, despite of his protests. "You're not an Asakura anymore. Only by name, you are."
'You took a step forward to me. To a dark and deeper hole. Don't come any closer Yoh for you'll break even more. I heard your complaints—terrible complaints. Sorry, I didn't intend to close my ears on you. I just have to, for your sake and mine's.'
"Are you not contented?!" I cannot feel anymore.
'You can tell me all that you want Yoh. My barrier has been created again. And I will not break again, in front of you, I will not. I will never be afraid.'
"KYOUYAMA!" Nothing. There was nothing evident in my eyes.
'And then, you caught me off guard again Yoh. You stepped forward. You surpassed my barrier again. There's a little waver in my knees. Control, that's what you have over me and my heart.'
"It's hurting me also, but these wounds will never heal again."
'I heard you mutter.'
'Your voice wasn't that clear, but I had heard it so far. So clear yet so vague. My heart is telling me that was what you actually said. Another step and then you did it.'
'You slapped me.'
Tears were forming on my eyelids but I held them back. Afraid that you might take advantage of my weakness again, I held them back. You were panting terribly, shaking.
'And now, I finally understand why I keep on accepting your faults and flaws. Or why I keep on letting you hurt me. There was only a simple answer to this. A thing I thought I have always been numb about.'
You hugged me and gently massaged my back. You buried your face on my shoulders and breathed there, hoping for acceptance.
'But you never have to hope for acceptance from mine. I believe you have complete control over my heart. You can force it to accept you. No, not by force. Willingly, my heart will follow all of your orders.'
'But you cannot see it Yoh. All along, you don't know that you have something I cannot give to others but you. Much more than trust.'
'You have it Yoh. You even broke it, but still it's yours. You gave it back to me, but it's your property now, not mine's.'
'It belongs to you.'
'My heart.'
I snaked my arms around you and held you close as tight as you did.
'Love, I had felt it, with you, I honestly had. But you cannot return it back. But still, remember you have my heart.'
A little sniff, then I cried. I just realized something as your grip around me got tighter. I don't know why you're doing this to me. Right now, I'm feeling that you're the old Asakura Yoh I had learned to love.
And the reason why I consider myself as the foulest of all fools.
I am a fool, to have fallen in love with you.
I murmured it on your shirt, silently, for fear that you might hear it.
"How can you love someone who doesn't want to be loved at all?"
Author's Notes: Yeah! I finally made Anna fall in love with Yoh. I think this chapter was quite crappy, but still review! Oh, I'm working on the prelude to this fic. I can see that some are rather confused about the story. Comments? Suggestions? Do tell me in your reviews! I won't update unless I get reviews!
I promise that the fourth chapter will be clearly narrated than this one. I think I'm not going to use the first person point of view in the next chapter, it's driving me insane. Besides, I can't narrate the whole fanfic well, if I'm going to use it over and over again. Well just tell me what you think!
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