A/N: Hey look! Kitty-chan's back! And she's got another fic that'll interfere with her schoolwork for a few months! This time, though, I'm regretful to announce that you won't personally take a place in this fic, since I really don't want my account taken away from me by the Administration. (They're about six inches from closing my account permanently...) Anyway, since every author who knows enough about an anime, book, movie, or whatever else to write about it, I feel that they should get a free trip into the wonderful world of that anime, book, movie, or whatever. Since I'm impatient, I'm taking my trip to the Shaman King world right now, and let me tell you, I'm really going to try to make the most out of my trip! Enjoy!

Warnings: Mild language, a severe hatred of RenXPirika, a less-severe but still present hatred of YohXAnna, some sex-related humor, a very naughty authoress, and probably some violence later.

Disclaimer: A few things I don't own but would still like to own would be (in order of appearance): Shaman King, any anonymous-but-recognizable websites, Windsor Pilates, the South Beach Diet, Avril Lavigne, John Frieda and his overly-expensive haircare products, and anything else I've mentioned. And even though she's in here for one sentence, I do own Katsumi, in a sense...

Note: This takes place about a month after Yoh's first fight with Ren, thus a month after Yoh finds out he's engaged to Anna.

Rag Doll

Part I: Of Bothersome Rugs and Multiple Fiancées

I growled as my eyes scanned the computer screen in front of me; yes, my friend, you read that right. I indeed growled. It's not a habit I usually partake in, seeing as I'm not a dog, but at that moment in time I deemed the situation growl-worthy. Once again, someone (no telling who) had made a reference to RenXPirika in their writing. No matter how often I seem to say it, I just can't get the message across that it doesn't make sense. They speak about five times throughout the entire series, and it's always something like "Where are the others, Ren?" "I don't know; by the way, Pirika, I hate your brother." Maybe I'm just dumb, I don't really think that's flirting, you know...

I combed my fingers through my hair in agitation and tried to think happy thoughts. Thoughts centered on the adorable blushy, milk-drinking, belly-shirt-wearing, perfect-tush-having shaman that was half of what was causing my unnecessary distress. No, Ren couldn't ever cause me distress; it was all Pirika's fault! I smirked, remembering the 'Hate The Snow Princess' Pirika-hatelisting I'd joined back in December. I probably wouldn't hate her so much if some numbskull hadn't said, "Ooh, Ren and Pirika should get together, because I don't have anything else better to do with my life than to ruin Kitty-chan's!"

Anyway, I walked out to the kitchen in a huff, suddenly craving a peach (quite possibly my thirty-third one that day, if I remember correctly). Yes, I think I'd just about snapped; I'd extended my love of all things Ren to even my eating habits. Pathetic, I know, but I'm a private school-kid, so I have no life to begin with. That's why people can ruin it by pairing up my favorite and least-favorite characters. Munching on that thirty-third peach, I sulked back to my computer. It was quite fortunate that the computer was such a long way from the kitchen and bathroom, because with the amount of time I'd been spending on it lately, I'm quite sure I'd be about the shape of a beach ball if I hadn't been running back and forth to the kitchen for something to drink or to go to the bathroom every so often.

Let me explain right now that my mother has this odd obsession with rugs. You might not find it the least bit interesting, but I feel that now is as good a time as any to mention that she prizes those rugs above all else in the world. I'm surprised she doesn't hang them on the ceiling so that no one can step on them. That being said, there's this one rug in the dining room who's edge is beginning to curl up from all the times I've scuffed my feet over it. And it just so happens that I was not really into picking up my feet at the moment I was trudging through the dining room, peach-in-hand. I somehow managed to trip over that damn thing, and fall flat on my face. I'm not the most graceful person in the world, but that was just plain dumb of me.

Without even realizing it, I scrambled up, possibly fearing that if I got peach juice on that damn rug, I'd be in for a world of pain when my mother got home. But instead of standing in my dining room, I found that I was magically in the middle of some random street, somewhere that wasn't near where I was used to living. The land around me was as flat as a piece of paper, and that can be taken both literally and figuratively. No, there were no hills, but something else was missing; quite possibly the third dimension that set us in the real world apart from cartoons and comics. Okay, said dimension wasn't completely missing, I could walk in any direction I pleased for as long as I wanted, but everything, including myself, had appeared to become animated.

I let out a little wail, partially from fright and partially from excitement. If I was animated, then I could walk off a cliff and keep going without falling down into some abyss! Woo! Turning around and around to take in my surroundings, I quickly discovered that I was standing in the middle of the street right in front of Funbari Onsen. I let out another scream, louder this time. Funbari Onsen was were Yoh lived, and we all know that Yoh is a one-way ticket to Ren! I scrambled through the gate with the pointless roof toward the front door, but something caught my eye in the yard.

Asakura Yoh and Oyamada Manta were both sit-standing in the shade of a tree next to a well.

I slammed my back up against the house in order to hide myself from their view for a minute longer. First impressions are always important, and I wanted to make a good one. Sliding carefully along the wall in a ninja-ish fashion, I inched away from them until I found a window.

The reflection staring back at me in the smooth glass was a little startling. It looked just like me, only...cuter. A whole lot cuter. I'd hoped that I'd end up prettier than I was in real life, but no such luck for Kitty-chan, huh? I was still short, too. I'd hoped that I'd end up taller. Tall and pretty, like Jun. Or Eliza. But at least I was still shaped like a girl. I would have been mad beyond belief if my eight months of Windsor Pilates and South Beach Dieting had been undone by a simple process such as animation.

I was glad to see that my hair hadn't been straightened when I plopped into this world. Unlike some of my Avril-obsessive friends, I was proud to have be a brunette with thick, wavy hair, and had done all I could to flaunt it mercilessly. Even cough up about nine bucks to John Frieda each time I needed shampoo. I was disappointed to find that my eyes hadn't turned some amazing color, but, along with becoming huge, they'd changed into an almost too-vibrant shade of blue, because no anime character has pale blue eyes. (Or it's really creepy when they do.)

Giving a my body a once-over with my hands to make sure I hadn't grown any extra limbs or anything, I then gave my scarf a re-tie as I pondered something. I needed some other reason to approach Yoh and Manta than to say, "Where's Ren?". I could always say that I had something important to do with Yoh's past and future; plenty of other Mary Sues did. I could say that his parents had engaged him with the wrong girl, and that I was his new fiancée and could save him from Anna. That might work, only said itako might have to disagree with me and send me rocketing into the neighbors' lawn with a killer slap. I could just say that I wanted to be friends, but that would be no fun at all. I mean, what would you think if you were just innocently hanging out in what you thought was the privacy of your backyard, then some girl two years your senior comes bolting out from the other side of your house saying she wants to be your friend? Wouldn't that be just a little bit awkward? Yeah, that's what I thought.

After a few agonizing minutes of thinking and scheming, I decided that the 'I'm-your-real-fiancée' plan was the way to go. If it worked, I might just have a nice little comfy spot on the throne of the Shaman Queen, not to mention I'd have pissed off Anna completely. And if it didn't work, well... I'd have a nice story to tell when I got home. If I got home without Anna murdering me first.

'Why not try for Ren, Kitty-baka?' I'm sure all you YohXAnna fans are grumbling. 'He's the reason why you're all excited in the first place! DO NOT INTERFERE WITH THE ETERNAL COUPLE!' Well, peeps... I'm not exactly sure why I didn't try for Ren. Maybe because he wasn't there at the moment, and I wasn't about to camp out in Funbari Onsen's garden until he was. That said, I took a long, long calming breath as I mentally prepared myself. I'm a horrible actor, I'll have you know, which is why you haven't seen me in any blockbuster movies lately. If I was going to succeed in this task, then I'd have to be in the right frame of mind.

'Think long-lost-lover, Kitty!' I thought. 'One who's run all the way here from Izumo just to find Yoh!' Then it hit me; If I was going to make a dramatic entrance, I couldn't be entering from the other side of the house. So I climbed over that annoyingly-tall fence and walked down the street a bit. Then, once I thought I was far enough away so that I could run into the yard and actually be out of breath, I turned around and sprinted back toward the house. Of course, being as ungraceful as I am, I promptly stumbled over a crack in the sidewalk and almost fell again. But I remained on my feet, and kept sprinting toward the house, making sure that my footfalls were heavy enough to hear from the yard. When I reached the gate, I paused briefly in that anime-way, huffing and puffing and supporting myself on the gate.

Yoh and Manta looked up from their electric-chair exercise. I don't know why Manta was doing it, but Anna probably forced him into it after he finished his chores. Anyhow, they looked a tad bewildered at my entrance. It was now or never! Let's do this, Kitty!

"Yoh-koi!" I shrieked, running into the yard. "I've found you!" I ran up to the bewildered pair, and instead of stopping when I reached them, I sort of pounced. Pounced onto Yoh and gave him possibly the biggest hug he'd ever gotten from someone that wasn't his mother. "I've missed you so much!" I added, rubbing my cheek against his startlingly sweaty one.

"Do I even know you?" Yoh asked nervously from beneath me. I feigned an expression of confusion, sitting up and pulling away from him slightly.

"What are you talking about, koi? Of course you know me; I'm your fiancée," I said sweetly. Yoh shook his head slowly.

"No," he said disbelievingly. "I'm already engaged to someone else; someone I know."

"Huh!" I squeaked, looking as hurt as possible. "Who? Since when?"

"Kyôyama Anna," Yoh said innocently, becoming more and more nervous. "She came here about a month ago saying our parents set us up. And she's kinda possessive about me, so maybe you shouldn't be straddling me where she could see." Manta, who I'd been so caught up in acting that I forgot about, was standing about four feet away from Yoh and myself, mouth hanging open.

"I know I should be used to this by now," he mumbled to no one in particular. "But I'm just not. At this rate, Yoh-kun will get a new fiancée every month." Ignoring Manta, I continued with Yoh by lowering my face down near his.

"I'll straddle you whenever I damn want to," I said quietly, fake confusion turning to fake anger. "Because you happen to be my fiancé." I got off the confused Asakura, allowing him to stand as well. At full height, he was a good inch taller than myself, and I was a little angry that someone two years younger than myself could be that much taller than me.

"Who are you, again?" Yoh asked, trying to figure out the situation as best he could. I imagine it's a little confusing when you're betrothed to one girl, then find out a month later you're to wed someone else.

"Kitty..." I thought for a split second, not wanting to give my real last name. Ah! Time to employ my ever-faithful Mary Sue's last name instead of my own! "...Miryoku," I finished. It didn't flow quite as well as I'd wanted it to, but at least I had an identity, now. "I can't believe you don't remember me, Yoh-koi," I said, trying to sound rather hurt. "We've been betrothed for three years now, so I thought you'd at least recognize me when I came to visit you here in Tokyo." Yoh shook his head, hand on his chin.

"I'm drawing a blank on that one; sorry," he said. I had to make him believe me, or else I'd just have made a complete ass of myself in front of my one-way ticket to Ren!

"You said her name was Kyôyama Anna," I said quietly to Yoh. He nodded. I thought for a minute, concocting myself a nice little story. "She always hated me," I murmured, shaking my head and closing my eyes, as if recalling a bad memory.

"What?" Manta asked, actually speaking up for the first time I'd arrived. "What're you talking about?" I opened my eyes, filling them with tears. Making myself cry was probably one of the few talents I possessed that could actually help me out in an awkward situation such as this one.

"Kyôyama Anna..." I murmured tearfully. "When we were little kids, she was always jealous of me because I could cast more powerful spells and curses than she could. I was two years older than she was, so it made sense that I was better; I'd had more practice." Yoh and Manta seemed to be soaking up my story like sponges. I sniffled a bit, then continued. "She tried to hex me all the time because she was jealous. It never worked, because she didn't know that spells are to be cast with only good intentions."

"How can a hex be cast with good intentions?" Manta asked, completely believing me.

"They should only be cast when someone has truly wronged you," I said, hiccupping. "But I never did anything wrong to her, so they never really worked. Sure, I had lots of things fall down on me, but I'm still here, aren't I?" I paused to smile wistfully. "Anyway, three years ago, when Anna and Yoh were ten and I was twelve, Yoh's and my parents decided to set the two of us up to be married. We protested, of course, because to each other, we both still had cooties." Manta gave Yoh an odd look, to which the latter shrugged, not remembering it in the slightest. "Again, Anna was jealous of me, and kept trying to hex me."

"Why do I not remember a word of what you're saying?" Yoh asked. I got the feeling he wanted to believe me, but he couldn't remember it. I gasped, making more tears flood down my face.

"Kino-sama said for her to never use that spell!" I shrieked, falling down on my knees, sobbing. I'd reached the end of my pre-thought-up story, so now I had to make things up no matter how stupid they were. "Sh-she erased all your memories of me, Yoh-koi!" I wailed, burying my face in my hands. Yoh and Manta made shocked-sounding noises, and I'm guessing I would have seen some sort of fancy-schmancy background behind them if I could have seen them. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Yoh kneeling down beside me, an optimistic sort of look on his face.

"Don't cry, Kitty-chan," he said. "You can put them all back, right?" I stared at Yoh, willing more tears down my face, then shook my head, jaw trembling.

"It's an irreversible spell," I said quietly. "We can never go back to the way we were, Yoh-koi!" With that, I flung myself at Yoh, knocking him back onto his rear in the grass, and sobbed quietly into his chest. The whole experience was rather aggravating in its own sense, and I was starting to actually believe my own story for a moment. In all honesty, though, I'd read worse ones in the past, so I figured mine wasn't too farfetched. And Anna did seem to be the jealous type when it came to Yoh... Apparently, Yoh seemed to have believed every word I'd said, and after a few awkward minutes of me sobbing into his sweaty t-shirt, he spoke.

"Then, we'll just have to make new memories, right?" he asked, smiling the tiniest bit. I stared up at his face for a moment, then back down at his shirt. I guess I'd forgotten the amount of kohl I'd had on, because now a great deal of it had run from my eyes onto the white t-shirt, making black spots and smudges here and there. I knew the shirt wasn't ruined, but they annoyed me, partially because I have a neat-streak, and partially because they were on my new "fiancé's" shirt.

Manta, who seemed to have faded into the background during my melodramatic arrival, cleared his throat rather harshly, completely ruining the Kitty-and-Yoh bonding moment. I jerked my head up to glare at him, but stopped halfway. I caught myself, thinking that I didn't want to appear like Anna in any way if they were to like me instantly and keep on liking me. But some movement from the house's back door caught my eye before I could do anything else. Apparently, the tiny blonde had cleared his throat to alert Yoh and myself of the oncoming threat to our physical well-beings, a.k.a. Anna.

The itako slid the door to the back porch open, probably to tell Yoh to switch from his electric-chair exercise to doing push-ups or sit-ups or whatnot. Instead of doing so, though, she stopped dead that the sight of myself half-sitting in Yoh's lap. I felt the Asakura beneath me stiffen at the sight of his real fiancée, then tremble slightly. I, however, was not afraid, possibly because I fear no one unless they have either a gun or a significantly larger amount of muscle tissue than myself.

"Yoh," she said. It was a statement, not a question. No one spoke for possibly the most awkward ten seconds of my entire life. "What's this?"

End Part I.

A/N: In case you didn't know, Anna can cast spells. She announced it some time late in the series, I think. I just wanted to clear that up, because I know it's not a very well-known fact about her. ...I somehow get the fact that I've stepped way out of bounds by writing this, but let's just remember, nice YohXAnna fans, some bounds were meant to be occasionally stepped out of. So please don't hurt me! (runs very far away from the large number of angry YohXAnna fans with muscles and/or guns)