Thia: Hello and Konichiwa! This, my friends, is my first ever fan fic! -boo- -hiss- . You will notice Chocolove and Lyserg are not here (various objects thrown) this is simply because I don't know enough about them and would rather not do them the injustice of writing them in this story. I am a fan of RenxPiri, RenxAnna. But this is my story, so it will be RenxLing. You will note that this takes place before the end of the Shaman Fight, and that it spanned across three years from the start of it.Songfic in some parts. Fluff at a minimum. Thank you for your time and enjoy! (Review!) (eeeh I hope I submit this right!)

I don't own Shaman King, If I did, I'd screw it up. I do own Ling, the plot and the places I made up.

The Chinese boy lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling of his room. He was of sixteen and had become tall and slim in his years of growth. His yellow eyes stared off into space, his blackish purple hair,splayed across his pillow and was pointed at the back, and shined in the sunlight that had streamed in through the window, the rest hanging in his face. The Shaman Fight was winding down now, there were only ten teams left out of a hundred. The last teams had been moved into cozy residential apartments twenty miles from 'Patch Villiage' in 'Patch Town' which was a modern town. Yoh, Horo,Faust,and Ryu were in the room across the hall.Manta was downstairs on the couch. Pirika, Jun, Anna, and Tamao were in the room next to Tao Ren's.

Suprisingly, Anna hadn't sought control of her own room, but had instead decided to bunk with the other girls. Ren could often hear them chatting away into the early hours, disturbing his sleep. He listened to their conversations, despite himself. He never understood women, and hell would freeze over before he did.

He had been awake long before the other occupants of the house. He had snuck out of his room, drank a glass of milk, and had creeped back to his room.His possesions weren't that of a normal teenage boy. His Kwan Do lay in the corner,memorial tablet on the bedside table containing his Chinese ghost Bason, and his Oracle Pager clung to his wrist. He had gotten so used to it being there he only took it off when he bathed. Today, he felt like something important was about to happen. He couldn't pin it down, but it was something important.

The other occupants had begun to stir. He could hear Ryu's heavy footsteps. Horo's usual morning nattering. Yoh was half asleep. Anna was ordering him to make breakfest. The usual. Suddenly, his pager began to beep. He could hear something crash downstairs, some yelling, some more yelling, then silence. Ren's attention was drawn back to his wrist. Neat script ran across the screen:

'Meet at the Patch Villiage Square. Debriefing. 11am. -Goldva'

Ren looked at the clock. 10:01 am. Ren heard footsteps on the stairs, faster and faster they came closer to his room. His bedroom door flew open and in slid Horo.

'Ren! Ren! Get up buddy! Come on get up!' Horo shouted.

'WE HAVE AN HOUR! GET OUT DAMMIT! EVER HEARD OF DAMN PRIVACY!'

Ren rose from his bed, pushed Horo from his room and slammed the door. How anybody could muster that much energy in the morning was beyond him. Already agitated, thoughts broken, he began to dress into his 'battle costume'. He looked at himself in the full length mirror in his room. His body was scarred beyond repair. His family's crest tattood onto his back. Just as he was about to pull on his pants a voice said from the doorway 'Ren! Time for breakfest!'

Ren turned around slowly. There stood Pirka, blue hair and blue eyes similar to her brothers. Her eyes wide, she backed out of the room slowly, shutting the door behind her. Privacy didn't seem to matter much in this house. He finished dressing, bitter to start the day, grabbed his Kwan Do, his memorial tablet, and left his room. Nothing was going to happen today. Nothing could happen on a day like today.

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Short First chapter, I know. Will get MUCH better. Please, continue to read!