It's only a matter of Time
I'm soooo sorry for not posting sooner! Waits for flying paper balls to stop stampeding! Anyways, this next chapter is a little scary; the idea came to me while I was walking my dog, (Guinness. He's a Collie x Labrador, my dad named him, and no we're not an alcoholic family...honest!) My mind is very dangerous place right now! He He!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of Shaman King I'm just borrowing them for a bit of twisted fun.
Summary/Blurb: What if HoroHoro and Pilika had a tougher past than Ren? And what if that past came back so soon?
Warning: This is my first fan-fic on shaman king so excuse all the ooc-ness…oh and there's a few bad words…not much else really so I'll leave ya to it. Enjoy!
Ch 6- Faith, Friendship and Hope
"You asked to see me sir?" the big guy asked. Sitting down in the chair opposite the Grande Director of the tournament and concentration camps.
"Yes, I have had reports of an uncooperative child in camp 3, one that has escaped and eluded recapture before. I will not stand for this. Send him to me here, and I will talk to him myself, seeing as you cannot take care of him on your own." he ordered subtly.
"Yes sir, and May the great god watch over you." The big guy said
"He'll need to watch over you if you don't buck your ideas up! Now go!" the Grande Director yelled losing his patience quickly.
The big guy quickly made his exit and summoned HoroHoro to the office immediately.
HoroHoro was dragged down several hallways and through several rooms until he was stopped outside a fancy looking door. He felt out of place in the suite with his tattered shirt and ripped shorts. The door opened and he was pushed inside. He tumbled to the floor, landing on his chest, hands still shackled behind him.
"So you're the miscreant running rampage in my camp" a voice said from the chair facing the great fireplace behind the lone desk in the office. He slowly stood and faced the back of the chair.
"It's not a camp. It's a prison." He said bitterly, knowing he was in for it now. This was 'The Boss' of the joint.
"It speaks." The voice said as the chair turned around to reveal a slim, rather tall, middle aged man in a dark suit with a silver streak through his hair that seemed to join a long scar leading down his face and under an eye patch on his left side. It then came out the other side and down his neck past his collar.
The man fixed him with his visible eye and stared deep into his own ice blue eyes, searching for something, sensing, sifting through his mind. HoroHoro felt him inside his head rummaging around but he stood still, paralysed, helpless to stop this invasion against his will. He felt violated and sickened at how this man just wandered into his head with no consideration for his privacy.
Finally it was over and HoroHoro fell to his knees in exhaustion.
"You are Shaman. No wonder they could not break you. But have no fear, I will." He said, "What is your spirit? Your power? Your channelling weapon" he asked, peering at the young boy on his floor.
"What's the matter? Couldn't find it in my head?" HoroHoro retorted rebelliously. He was pissed off now and he wasn't in the mood for this.
"My second in command told me you had spunk kid, but I warn you now; I'd behave my self in your place or I'd regret it badly." He said mocking him as he stood again.
"But you're not me; you're the one with the so called power here. What does it matter to you whether I behave myself or not?" he asked keeping his head down.
"I have an offer you may want to consider. If you are willing to listen that is." The man said circling the boy in an intimidating manner, like an eagle circling his prey in the air, waiting to strike at the first sign of movement.
"Anything you have to offer isn't worth my time." HoroHoro spat, breathing heavily.
"Then I'm afraid I will have to force this on you, of coarse it would be much less painful if you embrace this as your destiny, but fools will be fools and we both know that all Ainus are the worst kind of fool out there." The 'boss' said mockingly.
Enraged HoroHoro jumped up to attack the man before him but he was shot back down by a single thought that unmercifully forced its way onto his head.
'Pilika' He suddenly stopped mid attack and stared straight through the man in front of him.
The Grande Director acted immediately and placed his hands on the Ainu's temples rendering him useless. He was paralysed and in the directors grasp. He stared deep into the lone eye of the man who had him captive as watched as it began to glow a dark purple colour, and felt his own turn a deeper shade of blue. The director was in his mind now, going through his memories, picking at some of them then wiping them clean, destroying his mind, forcing amnesia on him.
And all he could do was watch helplessly as his past was taken from him and his future planned against his will. Images of Ren, Yoh, Ryu, Pilika, Faust, Tomao, and all his new found friends flashed before his eyes only to be wrenched from his mind, torn from his soul and erased from his memory bank.
Slowly, HoroHoro began to forget all that he was, is and should be, but could do nothing to stop it except embrace his new future as part of the Shamanic Army for the Phoenix Corporation.
Not even Koloro could help him now.
"Do we know where this Phoenix Corporation is?" Yoh asked the room. All heads shook negative. "Then we find it, Ryu I want you to go check the shack for clues, Faust, I want you to check the internet and maybe go check the library or local stores." Yoh waited for them to troop off be fore continuing.
"Do we know how powerful this corporation is?" he asked the remaining people, again negative response. "Then we prepare for war." He said indicating that they were going to train their little Anime butts off. Anna smiled in amusement at this knowing that she was going to be asked to train them all.
"Do we know how many there are of them?" he asked, the room was silent. "Then we assume there are many, we prepare a sneak attack and get a hold of the layouts. From those we can plan the rescue." Yoh finished, "any questions?" he asked. When none formed he dismissed them and went down stairs to begin training.
Oh yeah, Yoh was pissed now, and he was not losing another friend to a child labour camp. This was war!
Koloro felt her connection fading with HoroHoro but she didn't give up. She focussed on him and his location. The other ghosts became aware of the vast amounts of energy she was using up and were attracted to her location. When they realised what she was doing, they fed her the necessary energy to continue and complete the impossible task; locating her shaman friend when he wasn't calling to her.
The ghosts weren't the only ones who were attracted to the mass amounts of energy, Yoh, manta, Anna, and even Pilika wandered into the dining room and found the ghosts feeding Koloro energy. What she was doing was beyond them all but it seemed to be working whatever it was.
Suddenly a bright light shone from Koloro and a projected image of a large area of buildings glowed on the dining table. It was the Phoenix Corporation buildings!
"That must be where HoroHoro is being held!" Pilika yelled out, watching as the scenes changed.
Koloro was searching for her shaman friend. Each room zoomed up to 100 and she searched each and every one of them. Until she came across the dungeons. There were thousands of children being forced to work in mines, sewing rooms, weaving rooms, factory workhouses, kitchens and even bathrooms. Koloro couldn't locate HoroHoro in any of them, so she moved on, up through the floors until she found an office on the top floor. She delved into the room and found…
"HoroHoro!" Pilika shrieked out. He was surrounded by a purple aura that swirled around him and some other guy. Suddenly the man let go and HoroHoro slumped to the floor unconscious, completely drained of his energy and memories. Then the image flickered and was gone, only to be replaced by a map with possible routes to HoroHoro's location.
"Ok now we know that there are thousands of them and only five of us, and we know where they are, so now we need to figure out how to attack and get HoroHoro out of there" Yoh said, mentally absorbing the image before him.
"Manta, get a camera!" Anna ordered thinking fast, "Koloro, go back to the layout of the compound." She asked. Koloro focussed on the compound and projected it to the others. Manta came back with a camera and Anna set about taking pictures of the projection. "Ok now go back to the routes that we can take." She said.
By this time, Koloro was getting very tired but tried to fulfil Anna's wishes. She projected the map that showed where they were. Anna photographed it. Next she showed the next part of the journey, and Anna photographed that too but before she could project the last bit, she felt HoroHoro slipping further away from her. In a last minute of desperation, she disappeared and made her way to her shaman.
She wasn't going to lose him now. Not after all it took for her to find him again. No.
A/N well that's it for now, coz me Sister is booting me off the P/C and I wanted to get this chapter up before I go to bed tonight. Anyway tell me what you think…
Will Koloro get to HoroHoro in time? Will she be able to reverse what has happened? Will Anna and the others ever find the Phoenix Corporation with only ¾ of the map? Find out next time in 'Reborn in to a Whole New Life'