Shaman King does not belong to me.
It's the way her hair gets tangled against his in her sleep, the way she'd kiss Men seconds after he falls asleep. It's the way she receives him every evening when he finally comes home after work, a gentle kiss, their lips barely brushing, the smell of her baking numbing his senses.
Ren never considered himself the romantic type of man; he never aspired to have a family and never dared to dream of true happiness. And then somehow she popped out of nowhere and swept him off his feet. Suddenly he wanted to buy her every luxury his wealth could buy, he wanted to hold her and tell her all about his day, he wanted to fill their house with flowers as beautiful as her. He fell in love. The moment Yoh saw him, he knew. It was obvious to anyone who'd been in love; Ren had the same puppy-eyes Yoh saw reflected in the mirror each day.
That day, the day of the reunion, all of the legendary warriors had the same question in their minds, no one dared to ask outloud, who'd want to unleash the fury of O-Ren Tao almighty? How did they end up together? Yoh didn't seem too surprised and the others were certain he was the first to know, even before meeting in Funbari.
It's the way she'd touch him, undress him, kiss him. The way she moans his name and holds his cheek in the dead of night. He loved the way she'd fall asleep on his shoulder whenever they were watching TV and how she'd nurse even doves back to life.
He loved his new life.
But above all things, he loved his family the most.
It's an old piece I had published but decided to delete and work on again. Let me know what you think of, thank you for reading. It means a lot to me.