Author's Notes: Tsumaranai Mono, as far as my memory can tell, literally means, A Worthless Thing. Correct me if I'm wrong oki? OOC-ness alert! Not the typical Yoh Asakura you're looking for! Saw the rating? PG-13? Can't believe I'm writing one right now. Rated for a little bit of swearing…
To tell you the truth, I'm having a hard time updating my Digimon fic, Predicted Love. I guess I have to watch a few good episodes of Digimon Tamers for fear that I might lose interest on the Jenruki pairing.
Summary: YOHANNA. Bind and cold, Asakura Yoh, searches for cure to his blindness, as well as love in the persona of a screen named singer, IceQueen. But she was long gone. Two years later he found someone to complete him, a hired maid, Kyouyama Anna.
Disclaimer: Shaman King belongs to Hiroyuki Takei, and no, I'm not his daughter. Don't waste your efforts in suing me, onegai? I do not own it. Not before, not now, not tomorrow, and not ever. Oohh, and Akatsuki no Kuruma does not belong to me.
Tsumaranai Mono
chibi-asakura
Shiryoku
Chapter One
Evening suffocates my senses, likewise, I sit on the quiet table, assuming that as every second passes by, there will be hope. But, this is a probability, not a fact, I have yet to wait for another hour to find myself in this place. In this suffocating and abandoned mansion is where I will find peace for my mind but never for my heart.
Ten o' clock in the evening. And I still cannot decipher what the eeriness of the slashing wind outside implies. Foreboding? Nah, it can't be. I have good senses, so if Mother Nature tries to tell me something, I would have sensed it right away. But this one is totally beyond what my psychological abilities can bear or perceive, as a matter of fact, I cannot feel anything.
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Things tend to change, as much as we people seem to enjoy every second of our life, we would have to face the circumstances of being able to survive. And I do believe in it, for being one of the wealthiest guys in Japan profits me nothing. In the end, I could only blame myself.
My friends keep on telling me that life should go on, that no matter how it topples you again and again to the ground, you would have to stand up. They quoted that life is filled with roads each of us has to take and if time comes that we have reached its end, we can switch to another road and start walking again. But it never occurs to me, my life will forever lie in just one periphery. Only to her my life will be completed.
I stand up, maybe taking a walk outside would replenish the sudden loss of determination and hope, maybe a miracle will arise once I recovered my flooding thoughts.
She is a singer but I never knew her name, she's only known to be IceQueen for that matter. I haven't seen her on TV nor in person. The media often announces that IceQueen refuses to be on television. But I ask myself for so many times, why doesn't she want to appear on TV? I know for sure that if she does, many people would like her, and I'll be her number one fan.
I pace my quite gigantic room. Asakura. I spit the name. I'm Asakura Yoh, youngest son of the Asakura's. It's funny really. We are wealthy, we have everything, we get everything we want. Money is a big deal in this world, well except for me. I never asked for this caprices, freedom is what I wanted. A thing that my family could not afford to give.
I laze always and doing that is against the Asakura etiquettes. My family wants me to manage the Asakura Corporations, it's a company known for manufacturing textiles and fabrics. We are Japan's number one fabric company. We are known throughout the world and in fact, almost all of the greatest brand names of clothing get their fabrics from our company.
I forgot to mention that Asakura Corporations is not only reserved for fabrics and whatsoever. We also vend or should I say manufacture electronic sales. Does any of you know Akihabara in Tokyo, a place accredited for selling discounted electronic appliances? All the shops there obtain their goods directly from us. That's how wealthy we are, but I never noticed it, I never paid attention.
I'm only eighteen years old and I do not intend to work on a company as early as this age for fear that I might mess up with important transactions. As my brother, Hao Asakura would say, idiot. I'm such an idiot.
"Yoh?" the sound of my name disrupted my thoughts as I went to the door to open it wide. Whoever this person was, I won't hesitate to strangle him till his life is over.
A huge grin akin to mine's was enough to tell me I was needed downstairs. Hao can only smile at my shocked, well not that surprised, expression.
"What do you want," I asked as my brother entered my room without any permission.
"You know what our parents want otouto, be downstairs, in a minute," Hao entered the balcony and leaned himself on its railings. "Thinking about her again, aren't you?"
This question caught me off guard, but I believe Hao know the answer to his question. He knows everything. My silence was enough to give him a response—a specific and an apt reply to his question. Yes.
"I know you do. But what do you see in her Yoh? She never appears on TV, in the magazines all they have to say is that she is beautiful, in her music videos she uses animations or different artists or somewhat like that," he turned around and faced me. "Don't tell me you've fallen head over heels in love with her just because of her voice."
"It doesn't matter," I replied and turned to look at my twin. "Let's go."
"Don't change the subject Yoh," Hao stated.
"I said it doesn't matter if I see her or not," I insisted and walked passed him. My calm exterior was betraying me and that was enough to get me somewhere away from Hao.
(Downstairs)
I reached the study room of my father in such a quick pace. I gently knocked on the mahogany door and waited for a response. I shifted my weight on my right leg and sighed. Things weren't going smoothly.
"Come in," someone answered. I pushed the door open and stifled my temper from exploding again. Not in front of them. Not in front of my whole family. With such a wonderful attempt to keep my harsh temper all to myself, I managed to let out a forced smile.
"You called me father?" I queried, despite of knowing their intentions for setting a conversation like this.
My mother, Keiko Asakura gestured me to one of the chairs near my father's executive table. I took notice of my grandparents shuffling transaction papers on a nearby table, not to mention the creased line on my grandpa's forehead. Oh brother, this is another warfare of negotiation skills. I slapped my face when Hao entered the room with a sweeping air of confidence, which was easily sensed by my grandma.
"It's about time Hao," my grandmother, Asakura Kino, sulkily said.
"I'm sorry grandma," he grinned. I, on the other hand, was moping the thoughts away from my head. This is going to be another round of force and silly objections.
"Yoh," my father began. I was aware of Hao's grinning figure on my back and that made me more annoyed than ever. "Your plans?"
"Hehehe. What plans." Okay, I admit, I'm playing dumb, but there's no other way. I'd like to see them all flummoxed if ever my temper took the better of me. And that, would definitely save me from running the Asakura Corporations. Big deal.
"Quit playing dumb."
"I am not playing dumb, otousan," I simply answered. I averted my gaze on the ceiling and rested it there. My eyes started to get sore and my actions were getting a little tetchy.
"For how many years are you planning to reside on this house doing nothing except for fancying that singer who has no face at all?" my father hit the table. I jumped from my seat and glared at him. He pulled it, the trigger to my temper.
"I can do what I want! I am not a material here!" I shouted. I clenched my fists together as I fought myself from strangling my father. I bit my lip, calm down Yoh, calm down. "And who says IceQueen has no face?! If it were really the situation, do you think she can sing!? NO! For heaven's sake, get that through your thick business head of yours dad!"
"And now you even have the guts to go against me ne?" he flared. My mom looked at him, worried. "Why won't you follow Hao's steps in that way, you can be able to help our family!"
"HAO! HAO! HAO! HAO! Is that so?! You have Hao so why would you even ask for some lazy bummer like me?!" I pointed an accused finger directly on my father's face. I winced everytime I cursed my brother's name, but I cannot do anything about it, they crossed the line of my patience.
"I'm leaving. I'm getting out of this den!" I concluded. I stomped my feet away from my room, disregarding my parents' shameful protests. I never asked for this kind of life. Who cares if the Asakura Corporations got bankrupt!? Oh, shit.
I drove my car out of the Asakura compound. I almost pulled my head out of my body back there. Hearing an insult for my idol is what I dislike the most. I turned the radio on and slumped myself back on the driver's seat.
12:03 a.m.
It wasn't a surprise that the streets of Tokyo at this ungodly hour would be deserted. It's time for what you call the reckless driving scheme. I sped through the streets as I listened to the DJ preposterously talking on the radio without any sense of humor. Damn! Can this radio station get their ass on place and provide the listeners any good songs?!
"It's time for an hour of heart-warming songs from the ever beloved singer IceQueen! Please enjoy!"
Finally, after hearing those boring statements, they've come their heads to a wise decision. I raised the volume by four as I listened to IceQueen's song.
Kazesasou kokage ni utsubusete naiteruMi mo shiranu watashi wo watashi ga miteita
Yuku hito no shirabe wo kanaderu GITAARA
Konu hito no nageki ni hoshi ha ochite
Lovely. Ethereal. Her voice soothes my head at times like this. I swayed my head and laughed. When I was thirteen years old, I used to love Bob's songs and it didn't occur to me that someday I would love such songs from a girl of my age. Yep, IceQueen is eighteen years old like me, quite unbelievable but it is the truth.
I wonder what her face looks like? I'm sure that she's very beautiful. With her soothing voice, it makes me all fidgety whenever I think how she looks like in person. I sighed.
Things won't always go the way I always want them to be.
Yukanaide, donna ni sakende moORENJI no hanabira shizuka ni yureru dake
Yawarakana hitai ni nokosareta
Te no hira no kioku haruka
Tokoshie no sayonara tsuma hiku
Despite of the calming effect her voice has on my being, I found myself looking desperately for answers to why she can sing a song with such emotions. I often guess that maybe she has so many problems in life, like me.
I sighed again. If only my parents can understand that I'm not yet ready for that kind of responsibility. There are times when I hate myself for just being an Asakura. Wealth? I do not need it. Without my parents' help, I'm sure I can stand on the ground with my own feet. I'm studying as hard as I can, my grades aren't that bad, though there are times when I'm practically droning myself to sleep during classes.
Sometimes I wish, I can be a normal teenager, living a juvenile life, with freedom all to myself. But as I said, of all things my family cannot afford to give, it is giving me my free will.
I'm afraid to tell that for the years to come, they would find me fiancé and that is what will pain me the most. Just to keep it in your memory, my life will only be completed with her, IceQueen.
I love her. I really do. From the very moment I heard her voice on radio while suffering from school works, my mind was suddenly at ease. From that moment on, I had learned to love her because of her voice. I may sound ridiculous, but it doesn't matter. I love her, that's all I need to know.
Yasashii te ni sugaru kodomo no kokoro woMoesakaru kuruma ha furiharai susumu
Yuku hito no nageki wo kanadete GITAARA
Mune no ito hageshiku kakinarashite
AAAHHHH!
I heard a sudden scream in front of me. I shoved my thoughts away as I saw a bleeding girl lying unconsciously on the ground. I widened my eyes in fear. D-Did I hit her?! But no, she's almost ten feet away from me, how can I possibly hit her with such distance?! Thank goodness she's still breathing. I saw her chest painfully and slowly rising up and down.
I came to a halt and grabbed all my courage and clicked my door open. But I saw some light blinding my eyes, an elf was speeding right in front of me. I was horrified. I have this crazy idea that the truck might hit the girl again. My reflexes were indeed great, the next thing I knew, I was in front of the truck, a screeched was made and sounds of crushing glasses were heard.
Pitch black.
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That was two years ago, but the pain still remained here on my chest. Blasted driver!
Evening suffocates my senses, likewise, I sit on the quiet table, assuming that as every second passes by, there will be hope. But, this is a probability, not a fact, I have yet to wait for another hour to find myself in this place. In this suffocating and abandoned mansion is where I will find peace for my mind but never for my heart.
Ten o' clock in the evening. And I still cannot decipher what the eeriness of the slashing wind outside implies. Foreboding? Nah, it can't be. I have good senses, so if Mother Nature tries to tell me something, I would have sensed it right away. But this one is totally beyond what my psychological abilities can bear or perceive, as a matter of fact, I cannot feel anything.
It was always like this I sat inside my room, the same old routine. I waved my arms in the air, reaching for something hard to support myself. Shit! Damn! Everything I see is black. I can only stare into nothingness.
Stare? Tsk! What's there for me to stare at?!
You are insane Asakura Yoh! Why do you keep on believing for something that you know all along will not happen in reality!?
Yes, because I can only believe, and nothing but that.
I cannot walk, but I can speak. For two years, here I am, sitting on this wheelchair. I would like to stand up, but in a second or two, my knees will eventually give up.
I can sense but I cannot see. I'm blind. I'm blind. I'm blind.
And tomorrow, I will start another day of hoping for my eyesight to come back.
And you know what hurts the most? Starting that day, after the accident that happened to me, I never heard anything from her. IceQueen. The woman I love.
Author's Notes: Do you like it??? Comments? Suggestions? Good or bad? Should I delete this fic or change this prologue? Do you think this one is confusing? Please tell me in your reviews! If you are confused, then I'll do my best to reply you. And, I'm not trying to right this whole fanfic while using Yoh's P.O.V. I'll try to stick with the third person point of view. Review and thank you in advanced!
Chapter Two will be written after I've finished writing NA's chapter four. It's just 40 percentdone. Grrhhh. School works.
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Koneko-Koneko: Thanks for your review on NA3. Yep, I've read a few of your fanfics and I really like them! I'll review your fics once I get done with my internet connection. Maybe by next week. I promise!
