Disclaimer: Shaman King does not belong to me.

Anna stood beside Manta as the shaman community stood still, breaths held as the battle of the century endured. Yoh, she thought wistfully as her heart pounded and she stood watching, helplessly at the battle. Yoh, Hao and the rest were hovering in the air, a long pause between battle. The newly yellow Spirit of Fire was like a sun against the red sky created by Hao as his face was twisted with rage and insanity of Yoh's resurrection. Hao had the Great Spirit and all hope seem to have been devoured with it. Yoh, do not lose. I cannot lose you again. We cannot lose you. Beat him, she pleaded silently though her face was stoic and waiting. Then a miracle happened. Anna felt light as if all her worries, her prayers for Yoh success flew from her.

Moreover, she looked to see she was not the only one. It was gathering, building and getting stronger as it formed into Amidamaru. Yoh felt it to, his strong voice telling Hao how (OOC: hehehehe) he was going to lose as the hopes of the shamans gathered and strengthened Amidamaru, transforming him into something more powerful. Yoh... With a strong burst of strength, Amidamaru sliced through the Spirit of Fire and his owner. He did it. He did it; Anna cheered silently, a soft smile playing softly against her mouth. Manta was besides her celebrating as well and in the distance were the faint cheers of the shamans back in the village. Yoh, my Shaman King...I love you....

Anna woke up with a started and was welcomed by absolute darkness. She was buried under covers and she felt so warm, safe. Anna rolled over and buried her face into her downy pillow, daintily smiling in the fabric from the pleasant memory. Yoh...Yoh, she thought pleasantly. My shaman king, my had work paid off and now I have you. Yet, her smile quickly switched into a scowl as she felt a brush of another body next to her and a soft murmur of someone sleeping peacefully. A hand reached out casually and she felt long fingers stroking, combing through her tangled honey locks. Yoh, Anna instantly thought, sighing.

"Go back to sleep, Anna," someone murmured as they tenderly kneaded her back. Their voice was soft with sleep and touched with playful affection. Yet, there was also an air of command and authority that Yoh would never posses. Anna looked over at her bed partner, confused as a pit of dread curled in her belly. Yoh's face was looking at her, stroking her hair away from her face and looking at her with sleepy affection. His palm was warm against her cheeks and his fingers were gentle. Yet, it was not Yoh. His features seemed sharper, his chocolate brown eyes were ancient despite the youth of his face and his long hair was tied back as a few wisps framed his face.

Hao! Anna pushed herself up quickly, her hair falling around her face and around her shoulders. Anna went to strike, push him away from her but something was not right and she froze in mid assault. She combed her hand through her tangled mane. It was silky and soft as usual but it was unusually long, tumbling past her shoulder blades. Anna pulled the covers off her and jumped hurriedly out of the bed. Jumped out? Anna looked behind her and could barely make out the large bed but it still was there. Anna scowled. The white robe she was wearing flapped around her ankles as she moved toward the nearest mirror. A deep pit of dread and perplexity was heavy in stomach as she stopped suddenly with realization.

This was not her room! She looked around, skillfully remaining calm though she was confused and frustrated. It was heavily furnished with Patch furniture, the carpet was beige, the walls were peach and it looked very expensive. Anna walked hurriedly over to the nearest door, automatically and found herself in a bathroom. She shut the door behind her and turned on a light. The bathroom was gorgeous! A hot tub and stand in shower next to it. A black carpet was in the middle of the vast bathroom and was unbelievably soft under her feet. These seemed so familiar but it could not be. This was not hers. Anna looked at herself in the mirror and nearly shouted in frustration and pure dismay.

The face belonged to her but it was not what she last saw before she went to bed. She was older, in her late teens. Anna touched her cheeks; her pale skin was smooth and flawless under her fingertips. Her blonde hair tumbled passed her shoulder in messy tangles. Anna stepped back to get a full view of her. Her chest was more developed, full underneath her silk robe with visible cleavage, she was slim with a slight curve to her hips. Anna passed her hands down her sides, not believing the lies that mirror portrayed. This is not right, she thought. Keeping calm, her face stoic, Anna turned to her side. A flash of her long legs peeped from the slit on the side of the robe. This does not make any sense!

She began to pace. The robe fluttered around her feet. The weight of her chest and her long legs were alien to her but was strangely, subconsciously natural for her. Why had she woken next to Hao? Why was she at least nineteen year of age? Where was she? Where was Yoh? Anna ran her fingers and tugged at her scalp slightly. Then when she tried to slap him, although her estranged hair had surprised her, she knew...deep down that she would not have and that made her even more irritated and confused. Anna looked at herself in the mirror. This made no sense. Where was her Yoh? She felt a chill and hot tears played in her eyes. What was this feeling? Why did she get it when she thought desperately about him?

"Anna. What's wrong," she heard Hao yawn behind her. Anna turned around abruptly as he entered the bathroom. His long hair spilled over his shoulders and around his waist in lushes brown waves as if he fallen asleep with his hair wet. He combed a few strands away, scratching his head and yawning. He was topless; his bare chest was softly chiseled and showed off his thinness. The gray pants were tied around his small waist and he was bare foot. Anna leaned back onto the side of the counter. Hao raised an eyebrow and smiled sympathetically. "Did you have another bad dream?"

"No," Anna replied flatly, coolly. He walked over to her and pulled her into a circle of his arms. She would have slapped him but that something, respect, fear or utter lonely abandonment, deep in her subconscious stopped her from striking him. He rested his head against her hair and rocked her soothingly.

"Anna, I wish you would be more open with me."

"You're not open with me,' she automatically replied without a thought. This seemed so familiar. This conversation, this feeling of total loss and confusion but it could not be. She did not belong in Hao's arm and in her late teens. She was supposed to be tucked away in her futon knowing Yoh was right next her in the room next door. Hao sighed.

"Come back to bed Anna, "he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. He kissed her cheek with dry and warm lips, trailing them to her ear. He whispered something incoherent then returned back to the bedroom, leaving Anna alone. She touched her cheeks where he kissed her. Hao was avoiding something? No. The bastard was so cocky and forward; he would never avoid anything. Yet here he was, avoiding a big subject. Trust. In addition, he kissed her! As if it was the most natural, routine gesture and she felt a sense of familiarity but also sorrow and forlorn deep in her belly. Where was Yoh?

An another wave of grief ran through her at the thought crossed her mind. Her throat tighten, her belly twisted and her eyes were wet. She felt slightly rattle and shaky. Her knees gave way and Anna slid to the ground, holding onto the counter. Why did she feel this way? What was going on? Where was Yoh? Her intuition was a scramble with heavy grief but why could not she remember? Yoh...Yoh...where are you?

I hoped you enjoy it and more will come. I do not know what Patch Village is like so I generalized.

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