Mari the Doll Master
Disclaimer: I don't own shaman king or any of its characters.
Alright, um this is my first fanfic so please don't yell at me if it's really bad, ok? Oh and I'm not sure of the couples yet.
Summary
Friends are always there for each other, even when times are rough they stick by your side, right? Not for Marion Phauna the doll master who has never known true friends. Welcome to Mari's believed world of deception and disgrace, where friends are for the weak, love honesty and justice are merely kids tales and to survive, fighting is the only way.
Follow Mari on her journey through the shaman world to the shaman tournament and meet your favourite shaman king characters as they try to teach her to forget her painful past.
Prologue - A past of Pain
A small girl in a bright blue dress stumbled through a series of dimly lit corridors, her blond pig-tails swishing from side to side as she called through the echoing maze, the silence suppressing away the words.
"Hallooooo. Is anyone there?" she squeaked uncertainly. "I'm lost and I was wondering if someone here could help me. Hello?"
The small girl wrapped her arms around herself as the shadows around lengthened with the loss of daylight. As they began to swallow her she caught some movement in the corner of her eye and turned towards it. A shadow began to move down the corridor she was facing and with a rush of hope she ran after it. Her shoes echoed loudly on the floor and dust rose around her as she ran.
"Excuse me, excuse me!"
The girl ran faster as the figure came into view, dark and menacing, standing stock still with its back towards her, waiting. The girl smiled uncertainly and looked up at the figure.
"Um, hi, I was wondering if you could help. You see I'm lost and I was hoping you ... could help ... me and um ... I ..."
Her voice died away as the figure made no movement or noise to suggest it had heard her. Her head hung low as she wondered what to do. Suddenly, without warning, the figure spun around to reveal a black cloak and a pair of gleaming, blood red eyes, and without a word or noise it grabbed her arm and pulled her into a room
"What's happening? What are you doing?" screamed the girl as she was shoved roughly to the floor.
Again without a word the cloaked figure began to move towards the door and as it began to wrench the door shut the little girl started to cry.
"I was hoping that (sniff) you were going (sniff) to be (sniff) my friend..."
She seemed to have angered the figure with her words as, at that moment, a growl of a voice screeched,
"Friendship is an illusion designed for those who are weak! Don't ever speak of it again!"
The girl frowned and between the sobs stammered, "but - but -"
The figure growled and from the folds of its cloak pulled out a long leather rope with a slice of metal at its end. With that it whipped her twice, once on each hand and she squealed in horror and agony as red/black blood flowed from the wounds.
"Never again" hissed the figure pointing at her with a gloved hand.
The girl gulped and nodded quickly as her eyes continued to water. The door slammed shut and a key was heard to turn in the lock.
The girl shivered as she ripped some of her ocean blue dress and wrapped it around each of her hands, the blood soaking through. Then, amazingly, she stopped crying and looked coldly around the room.
A small candle stood on a table beside a tiny bed, the flame fluttering wildly in the breeze from an open window. The window had torn hangings that seemed, in her mind, ripped by claws or knives, and a smell of dust suffocated all air in the room.
It seemed almost empty, but as she stood up she noticed three dolls lying on the bed ... alone.
The girl tottered towards them and sank onto the bed beside them, gathering all three into her arms she hugged them tight. Closing her eyes she smiled gently.
"You'll be Mari's friends, won't you? Mari won't need other friends as long as she has you and besides ... Mari knows friends are an illusion for the weak ... and Mari is NOT weak!"
At that moment Mari st bolt upright, eyes wide, pupils pinpricks at their centre and beads of sweat running down her back. Mari sighed.
"Mari hates that dream," she whispered to the dolls "... and Mari wishes it had only been a dream..."
(End of prologue)
Well what do you think? It's not too bad, right? Hope you enjoyed it anyway and chapter 1 - The Doll Master, will be out soon, maybe even today if I can be bothered to type it up.