By animeninjaNIPPON
This is my second SK fic, but this one might not be as liked as much. Yes, this is a Ren/Chocolove, which I know isn't as popular as Ren/HoroHoro, but it does exist. Well, it does now if it didn't before (and I'm sure it did)… anyhoo, if you don't agree with this pairing, don't read. And if you think I'm insane for writing this…well, I did write The Slash Pairing From Hell and Bizarre Love Triangle of DOOM, and those have stranger pairings. I kinda built my fame on oddity.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Shaman King. If I did, I wouldn't have cancelled it or made stupid name and personality changes in the dub. I hate 4Kids Entertainment.
My life hasn't been an easy one. I was a slave to my family for years – always fighting, never loving. I never showed emotion, unless you count anger and hatred. Just ask my sister or my spirit ally.
Well, my life became more enjoyable when I got to know Yoh, Ryu, HoroHoro, and the others that call me "friend" – I suppose I could call them the same, and perhaps I do, but deep down inside, I wonder if I really trust them. Especially after that traitor Lyserg left us.
Oh well, if he thinks the X-Laws are the path of righteousness, let him go. That's what I told myself. It sucks, though – just as I was really starting to…trust these "friends," one of them betrays us. But he would soon be replaced by another…
I remember that day so clearly. My group of shaman was walking around, looking for Patch Village – that place that held the Shaman Fight that would determine the Shaman King. Then, HE appeared. First, I noticed his boots. I don't know why, but I noticed his white boots. Probably because they contrasted with his dark skin.
He said his name was "Chocolove." (Some of us had trouble saying his name.) I admit, he kind of freaked me out when I met him – but it's not as though I was used to seeing people like him back in China, or even Japan. But he was rather interesting, I thought. He was a shaman as well, with a jaguar spirit ally named Mic. Unfortunately, he also presumed himself a comedian.
"Group?" Yoh said.
Chocolove did a farce with a schoolgirl uniform. "Crepe!" He presented said dessert.
And later, he pulled a more embarrassing prank – at my expense.
"If I joined you, I'd play an important role!" he announced.
I found that hard to believe, so I let him know that. "I'll believe that when…"
"CINDERELLA-REN!"
And there I was, in full female garb.
Well, eventually, the unfunny American did join our group. He explained that his goal was to spread "the winds of laughter" (or something like that) across the world. I didn't really understand his point of view – would laughter really be enough to ease all the world's troubles?
As I lied down to go to sleep that night, I contemplated – as I so often do – my life up to that moment. So much death, so much violence, and then friendship… so many words to describe my experiences: Death. Anger. Hatred. Destruction. Friends. Group. Crepe.
…Crepe?
For some reason, that gag with the schoolgirl dress and the pastry made me chuckle – not evilly, but happily. That "joke" wasn't even funny, so why was I laughing? I never laugh, and especially not at crap. Yet I was doing just that.
I clapped my hand over my mouth to suppress my unnecessary amusement and slowly drifted off into deep slumber.
End of part one
As for Chocolove's jokes, they're actually his. You can find them on Shaman King Uncensored. The first one translated well, but the second joke I had to modify slightly to get the rhyme. Oh well, it's better than what FUNi will do if and when they ever get that far on the uncut DVDs…
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