This is my first time attempting a story, in… ever, I guess. So be easy on me, and no flames, please! Thank chu!

I do not own Shaman King, nor any of it's characters. If I did, then I'd own Asakura Hao (Zeke). He is such a kawaii guy!

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Chapter OneWhat?

Hao quietly got up and looked around, seeing that the rest of his companions were asleep. Checking the sun, he'd say that it was around twelve in the afternoon.

… o-okay. Now that's weird. Even Opacho should've been up at least by now. The rest could all sleep for all he cared. He quickly straightened his poncho, and yawned.

Uh-huh. No wonder he was losing his energy these days. He was gaining Yoh's laziness and witlessness. Big word, huh? Yeah… he thought so too.

Grinning, Hao summoned the Spirit of Fire. For some reason, he had a nickname which he had called his guardian, his protector, his "parent" in a weird sort of way. He called the almighty, powerful, nearly indestructible Spirit of Fire, by the name of… (OPACHO: "and drum roll please!") … Matti.

Just thinking about the Spirit of Fire called Matti made him laugh out loud, which awoke the others. Macchi, Kanna, and Mari woke up, and so did the rest of his companions. Opacho yawned as he woke up, and he quickly walked up to Hao, tugging on his poncho.

"Hao, we shall move somewhere? We go to seek the stupid Yoh, and make him train more? Yes or no?" Opacho asked, in his cute, yet all-knowing voice. Hao smiled, and sat Opacho on his shoulders, grinning.

"Yeah, sure… we could use a little excitement. Yoh and the others are so-oooo… lazy, lah!" Hao replied, using his humor to match with what the Chinese usually sometimes say. (AUTHOR: "no offense to all the chinese people out there, because i'm one too. i'm just saying that's what hao thinks.")

"Mari… wants excitement." she said, getting up and stretching, along with her little… err… puppet-oversoul thing. How was he supposed to put it in words? It was almost impossible! Well… almost.

Anyway, they all boarded the Spirit of Fire Jet #1287, and quickly headed for the Asakura house, where, bright and late in the afternoon, his otouto (AUTHOR: "spelt correctly?") was busy training, by that evil, rotten, and quite stupid itako (AUTHOR: "otouto younger brother. itako spirit medium.") who thought that becoming the Shaman Queen meant having an easy life.

There were also those other people. Like Faust, Bokutou (AUTHOR: "spelt correctly? i think this means 'wooden sword' but i'm not sure…") no Ryu (AUTHOR: "still spelt correctly? correct phrase?") and all those other dim-witted guys.

But then, Hao's thoughts turned to the Chinese shaman, the one who had gone on a slight killing spree because his father, whom he called 'old man', had expected too much from him. He quickly shook his head, his long, auburn hair swaying to the breeze.

'Okay, think of something else, Hao… like your otouto, or maybe that stupid Boro Koro guy…' he gave a silent smirk, knowing what to do.

"Matti, take us to where that stupid Tao Ren lives. It's time we pay his family…" he paused there, to take a dramatic effect (KANNA: "oh quit with all of that heroic stuff, master hao!") before continuing.

"…a small visit."

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Well… what do you think? This is my first time making a story, especially since I'm being all "yaoi" fluff and stuff. Don't worry, there are no lemons. Just a bunch of happy fluff.

No flames unless it's to correct something, etc. Those I might be expecting. Anyway, I lo – no, lurve Shaman King. Especially Hao. I want Hao ALL TO MYSELF! MWAHAHAHA!

Hao: eep… help me!

Author: be quiet! (author gags hao.)

Hao: review! (hao finally shuts up.)