20 Love Letters

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King. As if I needed to tell you.

The First Love Letter: He Who Was Himself

Jeanne's Point of View

The first time we met, I didn't really like him all that much. Not because he was a bad guy, or because he was justice's enemy. But because I saw him in him. The same looks, the same potential, the same last name. I disliked, no, hated him for him. I hated him not because of who he was, but because of who he resembled.

Then, as the Shaman Fights came and went, as blood was split and alliances were broken, I saw the difference between him and him. While he was merciless, a true work of Satan, all he wanted was an easy life. But fool as I was, I refused to believe that this two, this two of the same family, could be so different. I wanted to believe that he was him, and so I did. I believed that he was him and I continued hating.

It was probably to cover up my growing affection for him, a disguise to fool myself, now that I think about it.

I wanted to hate him so much. But God apparently had other plans and I started giving in to the growing feeling called love. He grew on me like a flower on good soil and I admitted to myself.

I loved him and he wasn't him. All they had in common was that their looks, family, power and ambition, even the reason to become Shaman King was different. He was him. Fulls stop.

I would love confessed to him, but first, I have to get past the barrier. The fiancee named Anna.

End of the First Love Letter