Just to let every one know who is going to read this Yoh is extremely OOC in this story, so if you review and say Yoh is OOC, I know I made him that way. And I am certain there are other stories like this, so if you have written one and think I have stolen the idea, I didn't. I haven't had time to read very many Shaman King stories. But if you are still mad that I took your idea e-mail me. I have never really written a story like this before so I don't know how it will turn out. But hey if it sucks don't read it, I won't mind.

My other half.


Chapter one: The Beginning of it all.

The first time I noticed that something was wrong with me was four years after the Shaman fight. I was now 17 years old still living in Tokyo with Anna. It was late into the summer, the days were still hot, but at night the air was cold enough to remind you that fall was coming fast.

School would be starting soon and since the Shaman fight was delayed another ten years my education had now become the biggest priority for me. We had just bought a new computer, because these days every thing had to be typed out, and since we had limited access to the school computers Anna thought it would be a good idea to have one at home. Well I'm not a technical guy to say the least, I mean I had to get Manta to come and help me set the clock on the VCR. But just my luck Manta was gone for a week and Anna had left me alone with the dreaded machine to set it up while she was gone shopping.

"Yoh-dono, what is that thing?" Amidamaru asked floating around the computer lying in a heap on the floor.

"It a computer, you could call it a giant calculator with all the bells and whistles." I bent down and scratched my head looking the thing over. I knew that it had to be plugged into the wall, but that was about all I knew.

I carefully picked up the computer screen and set in on the table. Well so far so good. I managed to get every thing else plugged in as well, took me two hours but I did it. Every now and then getting help from Amidamaru. Who knew and ancient samurai spirit would come in handy setting up a computer. I pushed the start button and the screen turned on and the computer started to hum with life.

"Ha, not to bad for a technology challenge guy," I laughed. Amidamaru smiling back at me. I sat down on the chair and waited, suddenly an error message popped up on the screen. My good mood vanished like morning mists. I restarted the machine over and over again but the same damn thing kept showing up. I rummaged through the box in which the computer was packed and found the instructions. But even after following them, the same thing happened. At this point I was getting very angry, I could feel my pulse quicken and my face turning red. I pressed the restart button again, but this time when the error message came up I lost all self-control, and the next thing I knew my fist was halfway through the computer screen. I stood there for a moment my face turning from anger to utter shock at what I had done. The glass had broken and was now all over the floor as well as a few parts that had flown out during the impact. It was then that I noticed the pain shooting up my arm. I pulled my fist out and found that blood was covering my entire hand, dripping onto the floor.

"Yoh," Amidamaru yelled out.

I just looked at my hand watching the blood roll down my arm. Never before had I lost my temper like that. It felt as if suddenly my entire body had been set on fire, heat rising from deep within me, spreading anger through my veins all over my body. But as I stood there looking at my hand a mild pain started to form in my head. Nothing at first, then suddenly it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I fell to my knees clutching my head with my hand. I could no longer feel the discomfort from my bleeding wounds, just the pure raw pain pounding in my head.

I staggered to the bathroom, my vision blurred and darkened. The only thing I could hear was the dull sound of my samurai spirit yelling my name. I pushed open the door not bothering to turn on the light, I blindly grabbed at a towel wrapping it tightly around my hand.

My suddenly weak legs folded beneath me; slowly I sank to the floor. I managed to pull myself up with difficulty. Leaning up against the wall for support, I heard my heart beating loudly against my ribs. I stayed like that for a few moments; not moving barely breathing until I realized Amidamaru was calling my name. I snapped back into reality and found him floating right in front of me. Concern apparent all over his face. I managed a weak smile but didn't seem to have the energy to do anything else.

"What wrong Yoh?" he questioned. "Is there something I can do?"

The noise from his voice caused my head to throb even harder.

"I just need to be alone for a bit," I mumbled.

"But Yoh..."

Again I could feel the heat rise inside of me releasing a surge of anger. "I said I want to be alone! Can you not understand that!" I yelled out.

He just looked at me with sad eyes, hurt now filled his features, he took in a deep breath regaining his composer, "Yes Yoh-dono," he nodded then disappeared.

I leaned my head against the wall closing my eyes; the pain in my head was merely a memory of what it once was, but slowly the mental pain of yelling at my spirit overwhelmed the throbbing in my skull.