Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King

Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews. Odd how the story I don't like as much becomes my most popular… Anyway, it's a rainy Sunday, so I decided to write Chapter 4. Enjoy!

Half Time Anna

"Good pizza," Manta said through a mouthful of Lil John's pizza. Yoh nodded his head in agreement. Manta starred at Yoh's empty face. He'd never seen Yoh this blank, this empty, this… almost dead before. "You feeling alright, buddy?"

"Yeah, just a little tired."

"Well, you can sleep wherever you feel comfortable."

"Thanks," yawned Yoh as he fell almost instantly into a deep slumber. Manta felt like he should be doing something, but he didn't know what. Should he call Anna? No, he was too scared of Anna. And if Yoh were to discover they had been talking via the phone, what might he think of him.

Manta had not a clue of what to do, but to call Anna seemed to be his only option. He picked up the phone and heard the dial tone buzz in his ear. Manta looked at the deeply rested Yoh and decided it would be a little more private if Manta went into another room.

Small, little Manta gulped as he dialed each number carefully as if afraid to push the wrong number. Each button would click and he would sigh knowing that he was an inch closer to either flying or falling. "I have to do this… for Yoh's sake," Manta muttered as the last number was dialed.

His arm shaking, he held the phone up to his ear. Manta bit his bottom lip as each ring hit him like a bullet. Finally, the rings came to a crashing stop as he heard a beep. "Hello," a strange voice on the other line.

"Hello," Manta said, almost choking on his own saliva.

"…. Um…. What do you want?" The voice said.

"Th-This is Manta."

"Oh, hey Manta buddies," the voice said sounding more pleasant. This voice was obviously not Anna's, and Manta felt too scared of who it was to ask.

"Is Anna their?"

"Yeah, do you want to talk to her?"

"Ye----no."

"Uh, Manta… why are you calling?"

"Look, just tell Manta that Yoh's safe and sound at my place, okay?"

"Wait! He's at your house!"

"Apartment, but yeah. Does that pose a problem?"

"Uh, no. Bye!"

Manta heard a click again and he slammed the phone down on the ground. What had he done? What if that voice decides to come over! The voice. He had no idea who that voice was. Obviously, it was someone he knew. Thoughts, blames, names all flew into Manta's little head all at once.

"What am I thinking? I'm smart, I can do this!" Manta told himself as he hurried to lock the front door. "I gotta get some sleep…" Manta yawned as he turned off the light. The clock on the stove read 11:35 pm. Oddly, it didn't feel that late.