Growing Pains

04: One for All

Auteur : Rain

Disclaimer : Shaman King…. Doesn't belong to me! How surprising! I am only playing with borrowed toys.

Notes :

To lose; to see; to focus.

And now you're almost caught up with the French version! I'm chipping at the next chapter but the moving process is happening right now, so I'm not sure when and how I'll be able to continue. ^^
As always, comments feed me, and make the fic better.


It probably should hurt to see Luchist again. He wears long sleeves but they ride up his wrists, and she sees it, clear as day in the opening ceremony. His mark is flared.

She remembers his words. Can put together who is the one who said them, in this world where destiny is apparently a mad house.

It doesn't make sense at all. How can Hao be his soulmate? She's seen enough camera footage of the two of them together to know there is nothing romantic there, which is somewhat of a relief because she really really doesn't want to think about it like that. But then what does that mean? What does anything mean? Should she worry about the fact that Luchist has his mark and nobody in her team has hers? Do they? Are they supposed to be with her? Should she tell them all to leave? Should she ask them?

She doesn't. It feels too much like stepping into the sea.

What does this mean?

One thing for sure. The words do not matter. They can't matter, after this.

Now that the Shaman Fight is happening properly, Tamao sees many marks.

Yoh's on his chest, flared. Anna's on the back of her neck, flared. Ryu has many, covering his arms, some flared, some unflared. Yoh's words lit one up, he explains as they're cleaning up the kitchen. Tamao has to admit it's a bit overwhelming. He has so many marks and he hasn't settled down with any of these people.

But he seems happy. She tries to ask, but he just gets loud and confusing, and Tamao is too uncomfortable with her marks to force it.

Horo-Horo's mark is apparently a source of shame to him. It's right there on his face, and it is flared, and he stumbles over his words when he has to explain. Yoh smiles his usual smile and says it's pretty funny. Ren lords it over him, and it takes Tamao an embarrassingly long time to realize why.

Tao Ren, himself, is very adamant that he does not have any. She isn't sure she believes him.

As the tournament opens the marks become entirely irrelevant. He has one aim and it is to win.

rk scrawl around his master's wrist, and it chokes him in his dreams.