Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Shaman King or any of its related…things. This is purely the ramblings of one yaoi obsessed fangirl who has nothing better to do than write pathetic little stories over the weekend.
This takes place after the anime series. I do not know yet, but this might mean spoilers. I will try to keep it understandable if you know the characters, but some spoilers are inevitable. I'll try to post additional warnings at the beginnings of chapters with huge spoilers.
This story does contain YAOI! (oh, sweet nectar of the gods…) If you no likee, you no readee.
There is an OC in here, but I don't think that he'll have a very big part. (After all, this isn't about him, it's about Yoh and Faust! 3)
My DVDs are not…well subbed. If I get any of the characters' names wrong (legitimate, Japanese manga/anime names only), please, PLEASE tell me!
Well, let's get this show on the road!
Chapter one: My Dear Eliza
A scream pierced the morning air at the Asakura household. Faust bolted upright in his bed in one of the many rooms that he and Eliza shared with Yoh and Anna. Eliza was not next to him. In fact, that had been Eliza's voice, he was sure of it. He ran to the kitchen, where the sound had come from. The door was open, a chilled breeze coming through it. A scrap of paper fluttered at Faust's feet. As he bent to retrieve it, Yoh and Anna entered, having also been awakened. They stopped abruptly, leaving nothing but the breeze to break the silence.
Faust unfolded the paper. There was a note written on it. He read it aloud.
"I have taken her."
/Eliza…/
For what seemed like an eternity, this was all that Faust could think. There was no ransom, no location, no signature, no absurd demands. There was just one sentence. "I have taken her." He spoke again. He let the paper flutter to the ground and before it had landed, Faust was dashing towards the door. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to rid himself of it, only to see Yoh, perfectly calm, as usual. He stopped, amazed and enraged that Yoh saw no reason to panic. Eliza was gone. He had to find her! How could he let her go without so much as a struggle? But before he could say any of this, Yoh pointed down.
Now very confused, Faust glanced down. His robe was…not there. Faust slept in the nude, as he had every night since his childhood. Anna handed him a robe, which he gratefully put on. Yoh opened his mouth to speak.
"Eliza has been taken. We must find her, but rushing out without a plan will not help. Who would take her?"
Faust thought. Nobody in Japan would want to take Eliza. No shaman would, either. A shaman's oversoul will work only for him. So what good would it do to steal another's? No, this was an attack aimed directly at Faust. This was the work of Amodeus. Amodeus, his rival from Germany. His rival for Eliza's attention, and his rival to master necromancy. Of course, Faust was the winner of Eliza's heart, but Amodeus was the first to master necromancy. That was how he had stolen Eliza. Although she was Faust's oversoul, the fact remained that she was a corpse.
"Amodeus." His voice was barely more than a whisper. His eyes opened wide, yet seemed to close at the same time.
"Amodeus?" Yoh and Anna spoke at the same time.
"Yes." Faust told them of his childhood, how he had been picked on be Amodeus, how they had both loved Eliza, how he had struggled to win her heart, of his eventual success, and how he had fought Amodeus in the first round of the Shaman fight.
The fight had been a difficult one. Faust and Eliza versus Amodeus and his menagerie. Faust had won by having Eliza attack Amodeus directly, bypassing the beasts. He had been grievously wounded, but not killed. That was one of Faust's deepest regrets. Especially now, when if he had killed Amodeus, Eliza would not be missing. This thought made Faust spring back to action. Eliza was still missing, and he still had to rescue her.
Again, he felt Yoh's hand on his shoulder. "Faust, do you know where we could find him?" He asked. Amidamaru appeared behind him, ready to fight.
"I do not," Faust admitted. "But I must find her."
"Then we will help you," Anna said.
"No!" Faust cried, "I must do this myself!"
Faust ran out the door and began his search, leaving Yoh and Anna with concerned looks on their faces.
Faust, now completely dressed, ran until he could run no more, his lab coat fanning out behind him. "Eliza! Eliza, where are you!" He called. Even if Amodeus could control her body, her spirit was hers alone, and it would hear him.
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Faust stumbled through the door of the Asakura household. Without even taking off his shoes, he walked unsteadily to the bathroom.
/An entire day of searching, with no success. Where could Amodeus have taken her/ Thoughts of failure, sadness, and longing filled Faust's mind. He stripped out of his clothes, drenched with sweat, and began to run a bath. Faust brushed his golden hair from his eyes just in time to see Yoh walk in through the door. Both men washed in silence. No words had to be exchanged. Then, they entered the bath.
Faust stepped in readily, glad for the heat's soothing properties on his aching muscles. He felt as though he would never run again, although he knew that he would, every day until he found his beloved.
Yoh stepped in more slowly, letting the water envelop him slowly. First his feet, then his legs, then his chest, arms, and head were submerged. When he resurfaced, he swept his hair back into a ponytail and tied it there. He sighed.
Both of them were deep in their own thoughts. Although, Faust never would have guessed the thoughts that ran through Yoh's head. As they sat side by side, Yoh was planning his next move. He turned his head and stared at Faust. His bright blue eyes, exotic blonde hair, and pale skin. He was like a china doll. So beautiful.
Yoh felt blood rush to his cheeks, as well as other body parts. Faust glanced over at him, and Yoh hastily looked away, only to look back up to see if Faust was still looking at him. He wasn't.
Yoh raised his head and leaned in closer to Faust. Faust looked back over at him, puzzled. Yoh stared straight into his eyes. /Those eyes that have seen so much death, so much pain./ And he knew that he was flushed. But still, he moved closer.
Faust opened his mouth to ask if Yoh was feeling ill. After all, he certainly looked it, when he was caught off-guard with a kiss.
Author's note: Whee-hee! Mmm, I love Faust! Don't ask me why, maybe it's the goth in me. Anyway, I hope that I'll have time to update this at least twice a month, hopefully more, but I have been really busy lately. So, no promises. Read, review, and flame if you want. You were warned, I feel no guilt. Sexy yaoi action next time, lovers! Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a vast collection of FAKE characters that I have to go "make use of" before they're due back. Whoa, I better hurry! See ya!
