Story 12:
Title: Meditating in the Flames
Author: Sevetenks
Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King or any related characters.
Theme/Challenge: 010/Burn
Fandom: Shaman King
Pairing: Asakura Hao X Macchi
Rating: PG. Note: Burn, heat, fire, it's all the same. Note2: Not much in the romance, but there's enough for it to be considered that.

Hao Asakura crossed his legs as he sat in the center of the fire. The flames licked his skin, but all he felt was a pleasant warmth and nothing more. He was the mightiest, he was the most powerful shaman in all of existence.

As he bathed in the flames that engulfed him, a girl about the same age as he walked up to the fire, a doll with a pumpkin for a head clutched in her arm. She felt the same feeling Hao did as she stood close to the fire, but she longed to feel what he felt. So, without hesitation, she reached her hand towards the fire, knowing full well she would probably get hurt.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." came Hao's voice. Macchi pulled her hand away, but not in time for her fingers to get singed. She stared sucking on them, while Hao chuckled from inside the flames. "See? Hold on…"

Hao stood up and walked out of the blazing fire, the loss of his mana shrinking the flames considerably.

"Here…" said Hao, pulling a clay container out of his pocket and lifting the lid. He dipped his hands inside it and his fingers had ointment on them. He took Macchi's hand, and began putting the ointment on the fingers, both shaman blushing when the fact that Hao was holding Macchi's hand sunk in. "Erm… Good night, Macchi-chan. Pleasant dreams."

Hao walked back into the fire, and the glow showed her crimson face easily, and Macchi smiled.

"Night Hao-kun…" replied Macchi as she headed into the Hanagumi tent, and Hao smiled. She didn't consider him just her master anymore, he could tell not only by the suffix loss of '-sama', but the tone of voice she used.

'Looks like there's hope yet…' thought Hao with a small smile, not a dark one in any way, as he stared at the orange haired girl's retreating form.

The End

Meh. More on the way.

Sevetenks, the Ultimate Fusion