It's only a matter of Time
Yay! ½ Term is here and that means more time to write Fan-Fic! Oh, I'm so excited! And I'm glad you all liked the last chapter, any ways here's another for ya. Enjoy.
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!
Ch7 Reborn in to a Whole New Life
Koloro flew as fast as she could to her shaman friend hoping she wasn't too late. Faster and faster she flew, closer and closer to her duty, her shaman, her friend. Suddenly a strange feeling overcome her small body, it was numbing yet painful, beautiful yet evil. She had no idea what was happening to her but flew on to her partner anyways.
On and on she flew, as the feeling grew inside her. She knew it couldn't mean anything good, someone had taught her that a little while back but she couldn't remember for the life of her, (A/N or death which ever way you look at it) who it had been.
She was speeding faster than the speed of light, 10x faster in fact, closing in on her shaman, closer, closer, closer…
There it is!
"Koloro!" she yelled and flew straight to the buildings only to fly straight into a spirit tablet. She was trapped.
"This one has more power than the others. And he knows even more powerful Shamans. I think it best if we keep this one closer than the others." The Grande Director mused.
"What makes you say that brother?" another well dressed slim man asked. He had dark hair that was greased into a slick Elvis style do. He wore dark sunglasses to hide his midnight eyes which seemed to glow an eerie purple whenever he was angered or upset. He sported an expensive golden watch and matching chain around his neck. You could tell this one loved his money.
"I saw into his mind, he has a lot of power and skill, he is an Ice Shaman." The Grande Director said as though it were simple.
"I still do not understand." His brother asked. Sitting down on a plush bench and admiring his image in the mirror opposite him.
"He is an elemental shaman; he can harness the power of ice and use it to defend himself and bring his opponents down, he is one of the most powerful shamans that can exist." He sighed at his brothers confuse look, "The elements are the strongest force on earth and he has access to one; ice. Our god has always taught us never to mess with the elements as they are unstable forces and unpredictable, it is for this matter, that we will keep the boy close." The Grande director explained
"That sounds dangerous Ethan." The other man said patronisingly.
"Well everything sounds dangerous to you, you impotent fool. Don't you see?" Ethan yelled, "He will be on our side! We will have the power of ice in under our command!"
The brother looked sceptical at his older sibling. "And how close do you think we should keep him?" he asked.
"He will be my son." Ethan said simply facing the large window, his decision made.
"I don't think that's such a good idea." The brother said warningly. His sibling was playing with ice here. (A/N yeah I know it's supposed to be fire, but ice sounded good here.)
"I don't pay you to think Robert! I pay you to do your job, now go and do it!" Ethan yelled, his anger rising as his brother just smiled that cocky, all knowing smile of his and gracefully walked out into the outer office where the ice shaman lay sleeping on the couch in fresh clothes, oblivious to the conversation going on in the other room.
HoroHoro slowly woke up with a pounding headache.
"My dear son, are you ok?" a strange voice asked as he opened his eyes. Bright lights hit his retina and crashed into the back of his eye, stinging his eyes as he snapped them shut again.
"Ah!" he cried and tried to turn away from the harsh lighting that caused his pain but strong hands held him still.
"Turn the lights down you fool!" the strange voice hissed, "Son? Are you ok? Do you feel any pain? A headache? Numbness?" the voice asked frantically.
"Head hurts." HoroHoro whispered hoarsely, attempting to open his eyes again. This time it wasn't so bright. But now he couldn't focus on anything, everything was just a blur. He gave a low groan and tried to turn again but still those hands held firmly instead he just curled up in a small ball, and squeezed his eyes shut.
"No son, come on wake up, the good doc wants to take a look at that bump on your head." The strange voice said. HoroHoro opened his eyes again to find an elderly man wielding a black bag with a stethoscope (A/N them things doctors always have around their necks in the hospitals.) poking out. Then another man blocked his view, this one was tall and had dark hair with a scar going all the way down the left side of his face.
"Who are you?" he asked the stranger before him. The look on the man's face told him he'd probably just hurt his feelings really badly.
"He doesn't remember me." the man said shocked, "Doctor, what did they do to my son?" the man was getting hysterical. He grabbed HoroHoro's shirt and started yelling at him, "God Trey what did they do to you? It's me your father! Trey you've got to fight this!" the doctor quickly intervened and pulled the man off him giving HoroHoro the space and quiet his pounding head needed as they dragged the man out of his office.
The doctor kneeled down in front of HoroHoro and gave him a sympathetic look. This was really disorientating for HoroHoro who had no idea what was going on.
"Ok young man, can you tell me your name?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Of coarse it's…" HoroHoro paused, 'What is my name?' he thought to himself. "It's…" 'Shit, why can't I remember my name?' he started panicking, "It's…"
"Sh. Calm down." The doctor cooed, "you had a nasty bump there young man, fear not, your father will avenge your kidnapping."
"My kidnapping?" HoroHoro asked utterly befuddled.
"Do you not remember anything?" the doctor asked pleadingly. HoroHoro took a moment to think about the last couple of days.
"No, it's like I never existed until now." He replied feeling the panic rise again.
"Well it's possible you have amnesia then. Let me fill you in on a few things; your name is Trey, short for Atreyu, and ancient Greek hero who roamed for miles to find a magical book and found it." The doctor said lying through his teeth but HoroHoro was buying it, "You live with your father Ethan, who owns an orphanage for criminal children." He continued, "You are also a powerful Shaman, you control Ice and your main spirit is Koloro; a small but powerful spirit. She is waiting for you in your room." He said but HoroHoro interrupted before he could continue.
"Oh," HoroHoro said as though he knew but really had no clue, "was that man my father?" he asked changing the subject.
"Yes, and he loves you so very much, he was very worried when you were taken Trey, he was going crazy with worry. Then we found you and he was so happy, but when he found out that you'd been injured, he was horrified. And that made me worry." The doctor said, "See, he lost your mother in an accident in the plant, and he almost lost you too, his heart couldn't take that kind of shock again." The doctor said, "He loves you very much, and before you were taken, you loved him too."
"What happened to my mother?" HoroHoro asked, so intent on listening to the doctor that he didn't hear his 'father' walk back in the room. Some one else had obviously calmed him down.
"There was a huge chemical explosion" he said quietly, HoroHoro looked up to the sad eyes of the man who claimed to be his father as said father walked over to him, hesitatingly, "And your mother died protecting you but your hair was soaked with chemicals thus turning your hair blue and leaving some black." He said moving a stray strand of blue hair out of HoroHoro's eyes. HoroHoro made no movement. "You look so much like your mother." He said looking at him with a fatherly smile, "you know she was a Shaman too." He said, as the doctor left the office.
"What is a Shaman?" HoroHoro asked, confused. His father paused looking for the right words.
"A Shaman…is a being who can see and talk to spirits of the dead." He said sitting down on the floor in front of the chair HoroHoro was sat in.
"Then I can see mom?" HoroHoro asked,
"I don't know. You see I'm not a shaman, I'm more of a psychic; a being that can make things float in the air, and make things disappear." Ethan said vanishing before HoroHoro's very eyes. "But you…" He said reappearing, "…are a very powerful Shaman. And when a Shaman acquires a main spirit, he can use that spirit's power I.e. telepathy, martial arts, ice, fire, or whatever to their will." He said patting HoroHoro's knee.
"I can do all that?" HoroHoro asked as he slowly began to like the new life ahead of him.
"Yes and so much more. And when you remember who you are, you will know that what I say is true." Ethan said, "Now you had better get some rest, or you'll never regain your strength." He said leaning over HoroHoro as he lay down on the sofa.
"What happened? When I was kidnapped I mean. How was I taken?" HoroHoro asked sleepily, "Who took me?"
"I'll tell you later, just rest now, and know that you are safe, and home." Ethan replied smiling, happy that he'd finally got his son back- or so HoroHoro thought. Ethan watched as his new son closed his eyes and fell asleep.
When he was sure that HoroHoro was sleeping, he delved back into the boys mind and began arranging a few artificial memories. A scene of a fire here, a little fatherly son over there, and a few friends from the Shaman Army perhaps.
When Ethan had finished he stood and moved to the huge fireplace, grinning to himself.
"Sir!" a loud voice yelled as a huge burly man rushed into the office. Ethan turned on his heel and glared at the intruder.
"Do you know how to be silent?" he hissed, glancing over at the boy on his sofa. HoroHoro stirred slightly before falling back into a peaceful slumber. Ethan turned back to the bumbling buffoon. "What!" he hissed this time out of anger more than for HoroHoro's sake.
"The spirit is ready. She knows nothing of her past. She only wants to be with the boy." The fool said quietly.
"Excellent. Bring her here but warn her that the boy is sleeping and is very tired. She is not to wake him." Ethan ordered quietly.
"Yes sir." The man said before walking out to fetch the Koroppuku. Ethan smiled at this and watched the boy's chest rise and fall.
This was going to be interesting.
"Bason, any sign?" Ren asked his spirit friend as he reappeared.
"None Master. The little spirit has vanished." Bason reported. Ren swore then paced the room.
"YOH!" he yelled. Marching out to where Yoh was training. (A/N YES, YOH, TRAINING! Anything is possible in Fan-Fic!) "We need to move now! If that Baka Koroppuku shows up then they'll know we're on our way!" Ren said as he continued to march toward Yoh. "They'll move him and then we'll never find him!" he vented stopping in front of a sweaty Yoh who'd just finished lifting 150lb weights.
"I know Ren but if we just waltz in unprepared we'll never beat them and then we'll become the imprisoned too." Yoh said stretching out his aching arms.
"If we don't do something soon, I'm gonna…I'm gonna…" Ren tried to vent but couldn't. He knew what he'd do; he'd go mad and if he didn't keep his emotions in check, he'd end up running off trying to save HoroHoro himself. 'Since when did that Baka Ainu become so important in my life?' he thought to himself whilst trying to control his anger.
"Strange isn't it?" Yoh said standing next to Ren, watching the snow fall outside the window. "How he manages to worm his way inside you and touch that special piece of your heart, and you don't even realise until he's gone taking that tiny piece of you with him."
"Yeah." Was all that Ren could say. What more could he say? Yoh was totally right.
"You're not the only one who's missing him Ren. Look around," Yoh said, sighing his all knowing sigh.
"If we don't move soon, we'll lose him." Ren sighed, watching as the ice droplets fell gracefully from the sky and on the window ledge. 'HoroHoro would be out there dancing around if he wasn't in that building.' He thought to himself.
"We leave at dawn, so get some rest. It's a long journey and we only have ¾ of a map." Yoh said leaving to go to his respective bedroom. "We'll get him back Ren, he's too stubborn to stay away for too long."
"Yeah you're right about that." Ren said, laughing a little.
"Goodnight Ren." Yoh yawned as he walked up the stairs, leaving Ren alone.
Images of HoroHoro flitted past his eyes as the thought of his bed came to him. Images of him in pain, collapsing as he did in the projection, crying out for help and having no one come to rescue him from the living hell he was in. 'Damnit! How can Yoh think of sleep when HoroHoro needs us!' he thought angrily, turning on his heel to storm out of the room but stopped as Anna blocked his path.
"You know, if I were the one who'd been kidnapped and beaten savagely, I wouldn't want my friends to suffer the same fate. I'd wish that they'd just forget me, and leave me there but knowing my friends would come for me anyways, I'd be left with no choice but to wish that they'd come prepared and rested." She said keying into his thoughts directly. "Wouldn't you?" she asked and left it at that before turning in herself.
'Am I that open?' he asked himself as he followed suit knowing he'd have nightmares that night. 'Hang on HoroHoro, we're coming…slowly.'
A/N will HoroHoro fall for it? Will Koloro remember who she is? Will the forgetting ever end? Find next time in; 'A Hidden Darkness.'