Shaman King
Violet Twilight
Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Fantasy/Drama/Supernatural/Action Adventure/ Angst
Pairings: YohAnna HaoOC OCOC RenPirika HoroHoroTamao LysergJeanne…
A/N: Heya just figured I'd try this. Feedback is appreciated. Thanks for reviews so far. And Nukumi, Gachou, Arashi, Yoh and everyone will meet soon. Just thought I may as well give you the heads up.
Disclaimer: I don't own shaman king, but I do own Arashi, Gachou, Nukumi etc…and a plot twist I think is extremely odd…
Part One: Glisten
Would you turn away if I was the one in pain?
Chapter Three
"We know nothing of him."
That was Arashi's comment when he caught up with the boisterous crew, earning many a shocked or confused gawk from them. Anna arched a brow, dishevelled blonde locks framing her face as she folded her arms, grimacing and stared directly into his eyes. Yoh blinked, before he frowned somewhat, scanning an unfazed Arashi sceptically.
"So?" Jeanne stated, brooding a little ways ahead of her. HoroHoro and Tamao exchanged worried looks, conversing with their eyes while Yoh approached Arashi, hands thrust deeply in his pockets.
"You don't need a reason to help people." (Yes I piked it from FFIX. Its Zidane's saying)
He surveyed the Asakura with a puzzled intent, before Anna waving a hand infront of his face snapped him from his reverie.
"There's no need for questions. We're finding this ghost, kicking its arse and returning the stolen portion of soul to its owner, kapeesh?"
"Who the hell said I had to listen to you?" Arashi retorted, meeting her glower with an equally piercing one. He expected some remark or something, but blinked in a fashion rather unlike his nature when she smirked and raised her hand.
SMACK
"That'll teach you to talk to me like that." The blonde murmured, flexing her hand so the pain from contact eased. She'd whacked the shaman so hard her wrists were aching and currently Arashi, wide eyed had his hand over a dainty and crisp red hand mark, which was in clear view as the sun shone tauntingly upon it.
Arashi was a quick learner and deciding he would much rather not have any monstrous body harm inflicted upon him again, opted to scowl with a silent fury at the itako, who smirked wider at him.
: Part One:
"What exactly is your name?" Manta asked politely as he walked along with Ryu and Faust, who supported the twenty eight year old who now was burdened with the body of the elderly so prematurely. He gave the small human a strained smile, followed up by a string of viscous coughing, before wincing he responded.
"My name is Aoi. Your name is…Manta, correct?"
"Hai!" He chirruped, grinning.
Aoi smiled back wearily, before hanging his head and sighing dejectedly. Ryu and Faust paused, shooting the frail male concerned glances.
"I am a doctor," the blonde explained, grimacing solemnly, "I could check up on-."
"Iie, iie! We cannot let my ailment get more priority than what is at hand. I have already burdened you enough as it is-."
"Iie, you have not troubled us, yet I highly advise you get some rest…"
Beside him, a mute Eliza nodded sagely. Silence coated the atmosphere for a mere few moments, before Aoi let out a raspy breath, causing Ryu and Faust to lower him gently with a quick pace, kneeling down with him.
The others caught wind and eventually crowded around again, concerned expressions adorning their features. Aoi attempted to smile wistfully at them, but when he felt his stomach churn, his heart thump and his blood burn, he deigned not to.
"Perhaps I can fix some sort of herbal remedy up for you?" Jun offered, stooping down to his level. He nodded gratefully and hastily the blue eyed Tao set to work, rummaging through the contents of her bag to find the needed equipment. Many remained around Aoi, but HoroHoro departed to a grassy hill a short distance away. Ryu sighted this and requested Tamao to accompany him and so, the girl finding trouble in saying no stuttered and stumbled to the bemused blue haired boy's side.
"Wanna seat? The Sun's setting and it looks really neat!" he exclaimed while grinning. Tamao nodded slowly, puzzlement etched onto her features as she shuffled fully towards him, before settling down beside him. They exchanged smiles, his grand and hers anxious, as the ball of burning gas plummeting behind the row of craggy, towering mountains.
: Part One:
"Damnit. Can I not trust anyone these days? It appears Jinkei has another agenda. Did that wretched voice not say he was in the North West? She has the ability to track him, yet she heads North East. Jinkei, just what are you pulling…?" the man grumbled to himself, clasping his hands together.
A servant cleaning up the room shifted nervously as intense hazel eyes landed upon him, so completed his task and walked out of the lord's chamber briskly. When the servant was surely gone from both view and hearing range Sabishii let out a shuddering sigh, leaning back against the chair he was situated upon and gazed up at the ceiling. Things were going to take a turn for the worst and he could feel this.
'At least here…,' he thought to himself, hand dropping to his side and eyes fluttering closed absently, 'she will not be able to reach me.'
: Part One:
Having hoisted Aoi onto his back, Ryu led the group on their trek, frowning lightly at the dirt path they strolled along. The tentative red sky softened the features upon many, but Arashi stared impassively ahead, calloused hands running across Kyuui. What had possessed him to take the blade out and inspect it was a strange urge, emerging from nowhere. He hated looking at the damned think in any case, but could not seem to tear his gaze away.
Chocolove gaped at him, attempting to scratch his head through his bushy black hair, but flinched when Arashi turned his head slightly, having received a sharp glare. He whipped his gaze away, but it drifted back, to meet the very same glare.
"What do you want?" Arashi questioned in an irritated manner after numerous repeated failures. The African American chuckled; sweatdropping, twiddling his thumbs, before mustering up enough courage to speak to the boy.
"Well, you're kinda mystical and all so I wanna know more about you…"
He cringed when the brunette's eyes widened and he growled venomously.
"That's personal information baka!" He stated, loathing laced in his voice. Chocolove gulped, before feeling another adrenaline rush and giving Arashi a steady stare.
"Just tell me about yourself. Just a bit…"
Rolling his eyes and exhaling haughtily, Arashi crossed his arms indignantly focused his green orbs upon the ground without halting.
"Well, I'm fifteen, my blood type is AB, I'm a shaman like you lot and I have green eyes, brown hair-."
"C'mon, seriously"
"Keh, you asked. I was born in Aomori. My surname is Kei and that's all I'm saying for now."
"Meanie."
"Life's a bitch. Get used to it."
: Part One:
"Yo, Gachou," the Brazilian mused, rubbing her nose thoughtfully. "Nukumi-chan's been gone quite long, hasn't she?"
The dark skinned male nodded in agreement, brown blue eyes shimmering, before he walked next to the girl's guardian spirit, who was displaying concern upon her usually jubilant features.
"Wanna go check?" Daichi inquired, his casual mirth replaced by a serious edge.
With another nod, Gachou sped off, trailed by the spirits.
Meanwhile, in a forest…
"Hey, little spirit ghosts? What's that?"
They snickered and the colour instinctively drained from her face. She scratched the back of her head, gulping and sweating profusely. These little spirits had appeared so nice at the beginning and now here they were acting all…evil. They had been remotely cackling at her for the past half hour…
She didn't like that.
That damn bunny she chased was probably bad luck…
: Part One:
"I presume this spirit we're hounding after is quite near, because Tamao is shivering somewhat." Ren mused casually as HoroHoro tried to ease the bubblegum haired girls shivering to no avail. The easy going way he spoke earned a bonk to the head from an infuriated Pirika, who swiftly switched from 'psychotic PMS female' to 'concernedly caring character' as she turned her attention to Aoi, who had fallen into a slumber.
"He was really tired." She spoke aloud, frowning lightly.
Ren rolled his eyes, lids drooping.
"No duh baka…"
Another bonk.
"I hope we found the mean ghost who took Aoi-sama's soul…"
"We will neesan! Count on your oni-chan!"
"So much for finding the soul then…"
"The hell was that Ren?!"
"Oni-chan! Ren! Shut the heck up before you wake up Aoi-sama!"
"You could abide by those rules too, y'know." Ren grumbled, clasping his hands over his ears from Pirika's shrill and angered voice. The female Ainu huffed and folded her arms defiantly, before deigning to clean up around the campsite with Jun's aid. The crescent moon hung low in the sky, the evenly spread stars only giving out a dim, barely detectable light.
This didn't help Lyserg's downcast feelings as he lay in his sleeping bag, frowning at the inky blackness above him. He felt like he was being observed very intently, but decided against speaking of it. He was extremely tense and when a rustle sounded, he sat bolt right up, sweat clinging in droplets to his forehead.
It had turned out to be a simple animal and in a small laugh he had reprimanded himself, settling back down and pinching his eyes shut. A moment later there was a much louder sound, thumping of feet and then a surge of intense pain following through his body.
Jeanne automatically awoke, for reasons she could not comprehend in her drowsy state. It must have been three in the morning and she was a hell heavy sleeper. There must have been something significant going on, say…Lyserg gritting his teeth and glaring at a ghostly figure with a massive gash over his cheek. Of course that was just…
Wait. Lyserg was awake, bleeding and, and…
"Lyserg-kun!" the silver haired female cried out, eyes as wide as saucers.
She then noticed he was clutching his stomach and wincing visibly as he heard her voice, turning his head for his alarmed green eyes to meet her confused ruby ones. He opened his mouth to speak further, but was silenced when the ghost charged at him, wielding a bronze sword and attempted to hit him. Lyserg barely dodged the swipe, his green locks being skimmed and cut somewhat. He grimaced and called for Morphine.
Since when could spirits attack shamans in this manner?
What was the point of speaking about it at a time like this?
She hopped to her feet and began darting towards him, but stopped halfway deciding waking the others was a much better idea. She turned on her heel and sprinted away again, but connecting with something which sent her stumbling back. She landed on her rear and blinked, face paling. There was a lovely, pulsating force field preventing her from going anywhere.
: Part One:
"And I said to Gachou I wasn't easily duped…"
Raising her hands to cover her face, spiritless at the moment, Nukumi backed away a bit, her shielded eyes widening and wavering with fear. The adorable little forest spirits had gone loco and merged together into this towering, menacing…thing.
It lashed out a large branch arm at her and yelling aloud she dived to the side, banging her knee roughly upon the upturned ground. She groaned and held it, while glancing back over her shoulder worriedly. It wasn't exactly a giant, but comparing her five foot three and a half to it made it seem so. She gulped again, blanching visibly. "Gachou oni-chan! Seira-chan! Daichi-kun!"
No response.
She sweatdropped and scrambled to her feet as it ploughed towards her, but it was futile as she slipped and walloped the same knee again.
Nukumi growled and hung her head. "Someone damnit!"
Her prayers were answer when an arrow streaked past at a ferocious pace and plunged into the large forest spirits branch like arm, making it reel and scream. Nukumi blinked, before Gachou emerged from the gloom, frowning dangerously, but in a restricted calm like manner. He helped Nukumi to her feet and she smiled sweetly at him during the whole process, until she promptly whacked him over the head. Said male rubbed his head, making a mock angry face at her.
"What was that for?"
"Baka! Took you long enough!"
"Nukumi-chan!"
"Seira-chan!"
"Ha! We've no time for happy reunions ladies!" Daichi announced with a hearty air, raising his transparent axe.
"Hmmkay! I detest fighting, but I prefer being alive! No offence Daichi-kun, Seira-chan!"
"None taken." They both chorused heartily as Nukumi whipped out her pole, Toko. She eyed Gachou in an anxious manner and he met her stare with the cock of his brow.
"What's up?"
"Y'know I don't use this old thing very much, so I'm not going to be any class act…"
He smiled.
"No worries. It's late and we wanna get to sleep, so let's beat these guys, k? I'll watch your back Nukumi-chan."
She smiled back with a competitive air.
"At least I won't get my arse kicked with Gachou oni-chan around!"
"Nukumi-chan! Language!"
With an eyeroll the female charged forward, beaming, while a wide eyed Gachou blinked after her, but swiftly regained his composure and caught up to her with relative ease. The old pole she used, Toko was from her grandfather. It was plain, but it was durable with its satin dulled paint.
"Nukumi-chan?"
She gritted her teeth but did not halt. "Nani Gachou oni-chan?"
"I believe it would be best to actually place Seira's spirit inside Toko before going off on one of your mad runs…"
She paused, hands placed on hips and scowled dangerously, before a light bulb appeared over her head and she sweatdropped, eyes closing.
"Oh right…"
"Don't worry. I'll train you at some point. Though this wouldn't have happened if not for you fetish of adorable creatures-."
"You didn't stop me!"
"Uh hey, guys? I love the brotherly sisterly squabbles you two have, but I think we should either defend of…leg it." Seira suggested wisely, scratching the back of her head, grinning.
The two blinked and exchanged glances, before realising that the forest spirit was just about to ram them…
"Field!"
Gachou dived infront of Nukumi, who it was heading for and a white shield enveloped them, parrying the attack. Nukumi nodded dumbly before retreating to the sidelines as the shield subsided and Gachou darted towards it. From Gachou's height it was easier to block, dodge and roll, as he did not compare too badly with his six foot against eight foot.
A branch arm was thrust into the ground and shot up at a fast pace, pushing through the earth. Gachou dodged and landed on the branch arm, running up it a bit before jumping into the air. He cocked his head to the side and smiled a bit. "Blitz!"
He whipped out his bow and he released an arrow embraced by a pure white aura. As it sped towards the forest spirits forehead, it duplicated in many arrows and when the creature and the arrows collided, there was a massive storm of white light. Squinting and shielding her gaze with her hand, Nukumi watched. When the dust settled and the light vanished, she skipped over to Gachou, who was now standing in a casual manner, humming.
"Gachou oni-chan! Look! It dropped something!"
Gachou blinked, but sweatdropped when Nukumi bolted towards the fallen forest spirit, which was attempting to stand up.
"Nukumi-chan!"
"Look! I can twirl Toko!"
She laughed with mirth and began twirling and whirling, in a blissful oblivion as Toko proceeded to whack the large forest spirits head every time she spun. It gave a loud sigh of resignation and noticing it was there for the first time yelled aloud and whacked it intentionally with a ferocity no one should have.
It eventually reverted back into the trio earlier who were unconscious, stars circling their heads. Panting, a flushed Nukumi withdrew, coughing somewhat when Seira and Gachou looked at her strangely. As he did at least fifty times a day, Daichi burst into hysterics, transparent hands on his hips.
Gachou sweatdropped and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Nukumi smiled at them, before noting something else and backing up a bit…
: Part One:
'Well, they're rather screwed.' Arashi mused inwardly, observing as Jeanne cheered from the sidelines and Lyserg dodged, unable to do more than that. The brunette sighed, shaking his head.
They didn't know how to beat rogue spirits yet without the aid of the itako? Ah, well he'd see what she could do…
But the force field wasn't much of an aid and the dowser currently with a gashed cheek, bleeding like hell stomach and tremendously depleting energy wouldn't last too long.
"Kami Lyserg-kun! C'mon!"
"Jeanne? What do you want me to do, genius?"
"…Hit him!"
Especially with that kind of support.
This was most likely the ghost they were attempting to get, but it had come to them. To finish gaining Aoi's soul perhaps? But why did it attack the dowser then?
He brooded calmly, shifting through all the plausible answers until he climbed to his feet, reaching for the handle of Kyuui. He had to deal with the force field himself. The itako, Anna, just wasn't strong enough…
Not yet anyway.
Hao scratched his cheek thoughtfully, wisps of brown hair covering his vision. The flame shaman frowned lightly, taking into account that he was not sure how to defeat rogue spirits without the aid of the itako.
But here the mysterious brunette with the magma blade Kyuui patiently walking towards them, holding his sword loosely. Hao grinned sheepishly, sweatdropping.
Either mystery brunette here was a confidence ego, or he could really deal with the separation field…
Tsuzuku