Yami's koi: y'all okay out there? I'm suffering from the fatal fear of exams. That's why none of my other bigger fics have been updated recently… I've had to revise or I'll lose money in the long run. And I've actually had to go through these exams… so all in all… life's been sucky recently.
Neutral Man: yawns Boring.
Yami's koi: oh, get bent. Anyways. This is Wedding Dreamers at chapter three, peoples. Read and review.
"OH MY GOD YOH!"
Yoh lazily opened his eyes, groaning slightly as his limbs refused to co-operate with what he needed to do. Slowly his limbs moved, and he twisted himself around to face the wide-eyed, shocked face of Horohoro the Ainu. Azure eyes were staring at him in disbelief, his cheeks flushing an interesting shade of red. Even though it horribly clashed with the Shaman's blue, spiky hair, the sight truly was adorable to behold… a sight that Ren Tao would have loved to have seen, Yoh mused idly.
"Hey Horo. Nervous?"
"YOH! YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH AMIDAMARU!" Horo bellowed, so loud that Yoh could practically hear everyone's gasps of shock, so loud that Yoh could practically hear their muscles trying to move in unison to see if what Horo was saying was true.
In all of this, however, it took him a moment to understand what his Japanese friend was saying to him. And, sure enough, when Yoh glanced to his right, he saw no other than Amidamaru, also awake and startled by the sudden wake-up. Silvery strands of hair fell into dark, alluring eyes, making the samurai look even more desirable. Amidamaru's hair was mussed, even more so than usual, looking slightly out of place from sleeping in his particular position… Yoh had to look away before anyone else acknowledged that he was staring at his guardian ghost.
"What the—? Yoh's sleeping with WHO now!" A deep, usually severe voice asked, the person whom the voice belonged to darting into the room. Long, dark strands of hair fluttered everywhere as Silva halted to a stop, gaping at Yoh's stunned, frozen form.
"Oh… my god." Silva breathed, collapsing into a nearby chair, watching as Yoh finally gathered his senses before leaping out of bed, hastily trying to cover up his rather revealing summer night garment. "Yoh…"
Amidamaru sat up behind Yoh, blushing slightly. He could only imagine how unusual, and how… sexual… this could look. Therefore, he tried to hold things at bay, desperately, before anyone saw that he had shed himself of his shirt last night.
"Come on now, Silva, this is NOT what it looks like, I can assure you!" Amidamaru said in a hurried voice, closing his eyes as he attempted to suppress his blush.
Silva rolled his eyes and sweat dropped. Amidamaru had no idea.
"NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"
"YOH, DUDE, YOU'RE IN BED WITH YOUR GUARDIAN GHOST, WHO HAPPENS TO BE MALE!" Horo yelled, agreeing silently with Silva that the two were an item, "AND YOU ALWAYS SAID YOU WOULD WAIT UNTIL YOU GOT MARRIED FOR WHEN YOU LOST YOUR VIRGINITY!"
"What the--? OHMIFUCKINGGOD!" Jun then arrived, staggering as she pulled on some clothes, behind her the entire remainder of Yoh's guests. Even though Ren wasn't supposed to see Horo before their wedding, he did so then, and agreed that a very ruffled, blushing… sleepy Horo was a sight to treasure.
Yoh tugged on some jeans over his night garment, slipping it off when he was certain it wouldn't show off any of his lower regions. His chest was bare, and he placed his hands on his half-covered hips.
"All right, get outta here, you gies, this isn't a movie, you can't stand here and watch…"
"Jeez, you're uptight… I take it you haven't been getting any in bed recently?" Horo mused, winking at Amidamaru.
"Now, hold on here just a minute -" Amidamaru started, fully prepared to screech that Silva had stolen his bed, when he was interrupted once more.
"I AM A VIRGIN!"
A long, shocked pause. Yoh had suddenly reached out and produced Harusame, as a source of habit, and had the point directed at the offenders' eyes. Hell, Yoh would have almost enjoyed this kind of scenario, had it been true. However, as it wasn't… he was too pissed off to even allow his guardian ghost, his beloved, to explain why he was in Yoh's bed in the first place.
Horo stepped back once, twice, in bewildered shock.
"You're a... wow. Yoh, I never knew…" Horo whispered faintly.
Yoh blushed and sheathed Harusame roughly. "It's not the type of thing you go around telling people, is it? Anyway, I need to get dressed, so if you can all just get lost for a few minutes, then I might actually be able to think about cooking breakfast whilst everyone else starts to get ready!"
A few comments of 'All, right!' and various others were said before slowly, the small crowd dissipated and Yoh and Amidamaru were the only ones left. Now with everyone else gone, the samurai relaxed and allowed the bedcovers fall away. Big mistake.
Yoh paused and stared at his guardian ghost, who was smiling serenely as reached to retrieve his shirt. Sunlight bathed the pale, muscular and very handsome skin, making the sight pure bliss to behold. If Yoh had been able to tear his gaze away, then he would have ended up pouncing on the handsome, irresistible… sexy… attractive… beautiful… Amidamaru…
Yoh snapped out of it. He shook his head to clear his blush, but to no avail. He almost froze again, but mentally cursed and searched again for a sleeping garment to be able to cook in… without having to worry about various stains.
Amidamaru's POV
I never knew that Yoh was a virgin. Even if he still acts carefree, and slightly innocent… I have always considered him to have given his virginity away. Not that I am bothered if he has or hasn't, he is his own person after all, but… he… he… he's got a nice-looking body there. I wonder if his constant eating, training, eating, training routine means that he never develops his muscles… which would explain a lot.
What the--? Why am I thinking these things? Am I still drunk from last night? I tap myself on my head to make sure. When the room does not spin, I remember the accepted fate I took a while ago now… yet I had been in obvious denial for several months…
Normal POV, Flashback
Yoh Asakura was a lazy, happy slacker who could never save anyone if he tried. This was a false statement.
"No! I won't let them take you, Amidamaru!" Yoh insisted, gripping onto his guardian ghost's hips and holding him in place. Spirit reapers were relentlessly stealing the ghosts of the Shaman's who were currently participating in the Shaman Tournament. And their next target was Amidamaru, the handsome, loyal, amazing samurai warrior.
"Please, Yoh, I do not want you to get hurt or dragged into this; I know what it's like to be in complete darkness for six hundred years, and I will not have you there with me." Amidamaru almost pleaded. Being the servant to Yoh, who would be the master, it was Amidamaru's job to ensure his safety. And to ensure Yoh's safety, he would have to be taken down, into the dank, maddening depths of the netherworld… without Yoh.
Yoh only gripped onto Amidamaru's lower body tighter.
"No, I won't let you. Amidamaru, you're like a brother to me!" Yoh confessed loudly, the suddenness of the statement causing his spirit to gasp. Yoh considered him to be his brother more so than what Hao was. That was so beautiful, and it struck Amidamaru's heart in a pleasant, warm way.
"… So I'm not letting you go, Amidamaru!" Yoh finished, shaking his head in complete denial. Whatever it took, he wouldn't allow his Samurai to be taken away from him! He had not spoken one word of a lie then, and would not let his friend… brother… beloved Amidamaru be taken away. Not by them, not by anyone.
A growl from behind him.
"Mosuke, go forward!" The Spirit Reaper commanded, causing Manta, possessed by an unwilling and forced Mosuke, to begin to move.
Yoh watched in horror for several moments, unable to believe what was happening…
… And then it was over.
Amidamaru smiled as the Spirit Reapers were officially disqualified from the Shaman Fight, and banished from Dobie Village. He was amazed at how loving his master could be and, as Yoh's smiling, caring face turned towards his own, their eyes met and an instant connection was made.
It was then that Amidamaru realised something. He did not just feel the need to protect Yoh as a Guardian Ghost…
… But as a lover.
Present Time
Amidamaru blinked. Silva had returned to the room, a suspicious look in his eye as he regarded the warrior intensely. Amidamaru smiled.
"Yes?"
"Mikihisa and Keiko are here…" Silva announced quietly, to Yoh mainly. Yoh grinned and thanked the Shaman Fight Officiant before motioning for him to leave. Silva shot another piercing, calculating look at Amidamaru, before exiting silently.
Shit. That wasn't good. When someone as dense as Silva began to notice the secret that Amidamaru had been hiding for so many years… it meant everyone else could, too.
After Breakfast
Various crashes and curses at different volumes rose from within Yoh's luxurious bathroom suite as Horo continued to slip, slide and forget different items that, the Ainu insisted, were essential for bathing with.
Yoh sighed heavily and shook his head. He had found time to speak with his parents, and Grandfather over the phone, and was now beginning to panic himself. He needed to do something with his hair, he was debating on what to wear, and, most importantly… Yoh needed to decide if he should wear his headphones or not. Would it be disrespectful to both the ceremony and holy ground?
"Is something bothering you? Forgot to take some headache tablets?" A warm, gentle voice asked, right next to Yoh's ear. It was a good thing Amidamaru wasn't facing Yoh directly.
"Nah, I'm not hung over… I'm just unsure of what to wear. And if I should wear my headphones."
Amidamaru sighed and settled on Yoh's bed, watching the Shaman King stare at his reflection in the mirror. At one point, the ghost could have sworn he had seen Yoh's eyes divert slightly and stare at himself, but dismissed the thought shortly after. Wishful thinking would get him nowhere.
"So, what do you think I should wear, Amidamaru? What are you wearing?"
Amidamaru plucked at his usual attire. "The same as always, my friend. Since this is a formal occasion, maybe you should try…" Amidamaru wandered over to Yoh's closet and pointed at an outfit, "…This? That way, you can still wear your shirt and not look too smart."
Yoh stared for a moment and regarded the outfit with obvious realisation.
"Wow, Amidamaru, this completely goes! You're the best Guardian Ghost I could have ever asked for, and you're a great friend," Yoh said happily, staring up into deep cerulean blue eyes. Amidamaru blushed slightly and averted the gaze. Yoh could be so cute sometimes.
"All right, whatever. I'll just go downstairs and make sure that Horo isn't completely losing his mind."
Yoh grinned. "Yeah, he's definitely getting nervous isn't he? Thanks again, Amidamaru."
The samurai nodded and departed Yoh's room. As casually as he had always been when doing this, he floated through the floor and through the ceiling of the room below. And immediately he was greeted with an amused silence.
"Good morning, Amidamaru," Silva said with a smirk, sipping his fourth cup of coffee for effect. Amidamaru's cheeks tainted a pale pink as he remembered why the ex Shaman Fight Referee was so cheerful. "Had a nice time with a certain Shaman last night?"
"Think whatever you want, Silva, but I can assure you that there is nothing going on between me and Yoh. We are--"
"—Just friends. Yeah, yeah, I've heard that one so many times it's tedious. Come on, Amidamaru… why would you sleep in the same bed with him, you being shirtless, I might add, when there is 'nothing going on' between you two?" Silva asked accusingly.
"Because the bedroom you were sleeping in is mine. So I had no other choice." Amidamaru stated, getting annoyed. Why did everyone have to remind him hat he wasn't even close to getting his Shaman's affection? "Excuse me. I think I will go outside and get some fresh air." And with that, Silva was left with his own perverted, humorous thoughts.
"Just friends, samurai?" Silva said to himself, and his spirit familiars, who were all smiling, "Well, we shall see…"
Outside, on roof
Amidamaru sighed as he settled himself on the roof of his Lord's house. He felt so lonely… with no one to talk to about his feelings, why even bother?
"You shouldn't be so troubled, Amidamaru. Love is a fine but fickle thing that we all must enjoy."
That deep, husky voice. And the feeling that no one else living was on the roof with him… Amidamaru turned and instantly, his face lit up.
"Mosuke, my friend! What are you doing here?"
The black hair of the sword crafter swayed slightly in the gentle breeze, brushing over Mosuke's smiling features. Ah, his friend could truly be an idiot at times, even if loyal and loving… and he was there to help him work out what to do next.
"I'm here to help you, you dolt! I've seen the way you look at him, Amidamaru, and I think you need to tell him what you really feel for him." Mosuke said, amused when Amidamaru spluttered slightly, blushing adorably once more. His warrior friend really had not changed a bit… his long, silvery locks fluttering across his face and in the air… his azure eyes containing beautiful emotion, so rare in the recent generations…
"I… don't understand, Mosuke." Amidamaru said slowly, regarding his friend with mounting fear. He was buying for time. If Mosuke directly asked him about Yoh, then the samurai knew that he couldn't lie to his best friend. Friendship was a thing that Amidamaru dared not violate, even after so many years.
"Yes, you do. You just don't want me to know. Amidamaru, I know you love Yoh." Mosuke stated bluntly, smiling at his friend's sudden change in expression. Amidamaru's eyes went wide, his mouth opened slightly, oblivious to everything else around him but his dark-haired friend.
"Mosuke!"
The blacksmith shrugged. "Hey, it's true. I've seen the way you look at him. And I think you should tell him before he finds someone else. Someone who's brave enough to tell him he they feel."
Mosuke knew that throwing Amidamaru's courage in his face was a dangerous game, but he also knew that it was something he had to do.
"Mosuke… I…" Amidamaru sighed in defeat. He knew when he was beaten. "Okay, how long have you known?"
Mosuke grinned in triumph. "Well, since FOREVER! Amidamaru, I'm being serious. Any more obvious and you'll be offering him red roses as a greeting, giving him plushies whenever you see him, and sharing his bed… but you've already done that, haven't you?" He smirked to see his friend's blush.
"You have no idea what it's like to love Yoh." Amidamaru said quietly, his eyes serious and sad. "It's so… degrading, knowing that I am having thoughts about a seventeen-year-old Shaman who is very much alive, when I'm a six hundred and twenty four--"
"Six hundred and twenty eight," Mosuke corrected him, "Yoh's been giving you presents on your birthday, haven't you? So then I think you've aged, Amidamaru!" The said warrior blinked.
"Well, I'm still dead! And how would you know anything about love, Mosuke? You've never felt this way about anyone before!" Feeling that his point had been made, Amidamaru sighed in victory.
Mosuke stared at Amidamaru intensely. He was still smiling. He almost did not want Amidamaru to know what he was about to say next, but it was both the right time and relevant.
"I used to love you, you know."
Amidamaru's eyes widened. His gaze snapped up to meet Mosuke's own calm, even look, unable to conceive what the blacksmith had just told him. Mosuke's smile did not waver, and his head tilted slightly as he regarded his friend's muscular, alluring body once more.
"In fact, I still do love you." Mosuke said thoughtfully, deepening Amidamaru's blush. Slowly Mosuke approached the Guardian Ghost of the Shaman King, not once breaking their eye contact. When he was close enough to embrace the warrior, Mosuke leaned forwards and placed his lips on Amidamaru's. His eyes slid shut just as he caressed his tongue over Amidamaru's soft, sweet lips. Mosuke had wanted this so badly…
… And only when he felt a firm, insistent hand on his shoulder, pushing him away did he withdraw slightly. Mosuke stared up into Amidamaru's eyes, brushing his hand against his friend's smooth, warm cheek in a gentle caress. Amidamaru shivered at the tingling sensation of Mosuke's light touch.
"And if I was Yoh… you would have made that move on him, wouldn't you?" Mosuke mumbled, his lips brushing against Amidamaru's as he spoke. Amidamaru's eyes widened, and he forcefully pushed Mosuke back, his sword crafter friend stumbling back a few paces. Amidamaru hadn't meant to push him that hard, but the extra force had been necessary, he thought.
"M-Mosuke… I… never knew… I…" Amidamaru stammered, lost for words. So that was why Mosuke had suddenly appeared to him? To kiss him? To see if the love he had felt for the samurai was returned?
"It's all right, Amidamaru. I didn't come here just to do that. I came here to tell you that I'm sorry for never doing that, for never telling you how I felt. It haunted me every night, Amidamaru… and it still does. I don't want you to go through that because I love you, even if you do not love me the way in which I would like."
"Mosuke… what are you saying?" Amidamaru whispered, his eyes filling with tears.
Mosuke smiled sorrowfully at his friend.
"I'm saying never let Yoh slip away from you. Tell him how you feel, or you will always feel tortured. Amidamaru, don't be a fool like me. Tell Yoh… and I can promise you that he will feel the same. And if he doesn't… then he would be an idiot to leave someone as amazing as you because of your love. Don't leave this too late. The wedding would be a perfect time to confess."
Amidamaru gazed at his dark-haired companion in happiness. "Yes… thank you, Mosuke. Thank you." He murmured, a smile brightening his face.
Mosuke nodded, and prepared to depart once again. Before he did so, however, he stole one last glance at the samurai he loved.
"Do you think that… if things were different… you could ever… love me, like you do Yoh?" Mosuke asked hopefully.
Amidamaru considered for a moment. "I am sorry, Mosuke. But no, I could not. Yoh means more to me than myself. I am sorry."
Mosuke looked disappointed, but smiled anyway. "Don't worry. I'm just glad that I spared you from the misery that I have had to endure… and still endure… I love you, Amidamaru," Mosuke whispered, his spirit departing once more for the Spirit World.
Amidamaru touched his lips gently, still feeling Mosuke's touch upon them. He smiled and re-entered the kitchen, where he found Yoh's family, and Yoh himself, conversing with a blonde-haired, tall man dressed very formally indeed. On his arm clung a young woman, wearing a red dress suitable for the occasion, with long, blonde, flowing hair trailing behind her. Yoh turned as Amidamaru entered, and beamed at him.
"Amidamaru, say hi to Faust and Eliza… again." He stated happily.
Amidamaru smiled and bowed slightly. "Good Morning, you two. I just hope you're ready for what is to come."
Yami's koi: oh! Suspense. Um, yes I do like AmidaMosuke, and I kinda decided Mosuke would be the one person Amidamaru would actually listen to when it comes to love (apart from Yoh, but he doesn't count).
Mosuke: oh… god.
Amidamaru: you… you kissed me!
Yoh: … I thought he loved me! Why did he touch his lips?
Yami's koi: it was his first kiss, Yoh. Man… a first kiss after 628 years… urgh, I wouldn't be able to wait that long!
Nefertiri: horny bitch.
Yami's koi: hush! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It's longer, Yay! More confused slash for the Shaman x Samurai coupling! And here's my special thanks to those who have reviewed me:
Seto'swhiterose: (1st response) Oh my god! Don't cry! I'm sorry Anna isn't in this story, I have regretted the decision since… but nevermind. Poor Jun… pats Jun on head and gives her a cookie And is this the first HoroRen fic you've read? Wow, I thought you liked the enemy x enemy coupling? Still, that could mean Yoh x Ren. Oh well. And yes, Yoh getting drunk is kinda weird, but what the hell! It's a fic; it doesn't have to (strictly) make sense, right? I mean, us fan girls could easily write a fic about Seto having an interesting addiction to wearing THONGS if we wanted. (No ideas, Mizu!) Thank you again, I appreciate your opinion on this… really, I do.
(2nd response) Ah, yes, I know also what it is like to be in Manta's position, thanks to some of the vain little girls I know. Being a blabbermouth isn't his thing, so I doubt any truth will come from him. And YES! I WROTE YOH AND REN IN CHARACTER WHEN THEY ARE COMPETITIVE, COME ON! Yoh and Ren stare at yamiskoi oddly … ANYWAY! I did mention before about Bailong, didn't I? Jun's a Doshie, which means she brings ghosts back to 'life' by using their corpses, and placing talismans on their foreheads to bring their souls back… so he is still flesh and blood. And you freaked me out kinda sorta on the review where you said the idea of Yoh jumping from a window was funny. Shrugs Oh well. Oh yes, and I do like Yoh x Silva as well, but I've only seen doujinshi of them, and no fics. So I decided to kinda include a small moment when Silva eyed Yoh up. And YAY! I like Faust, too. I haven't written het in a while, though… it could prove to be very tricky! Did you like his appearance in this chap though? See, I did this just for you! Um, even though the appearance was, like, a second long… ehe? Dances Thank you for reviewing me again! nn
:-) - Thank you for reviewing! I've kept it up, look! See? I've actually written more! What an achievement for me! XD
Natalia Zaragoza – Yay, someone else who likes this fic! Which coupling do you like most, Yoh x Amidamaru, or Horo x Ren? Thank you so much for showing an interest in this, it's great to know that at least some people out there like what you do, and take the time to leave a comment… THANK YOU:D
Wired – um… sorry. I only like a pairing with Horo in it if Ren's in it too. Sorry to disappoint, but… um, thanks for reviewing? -/- I'm an id…
Yami's koi: so, anyway, please R&R and let me know how good/bad I'm doing! Ja ne!