I really love Shaman King and can't wait for the second season to come out. That being said I won't be following canon as much as some people might like. I still haven't decided on the pairings.I never do. They kind of write themselves without my help, really.
Just to be clear, I'm not transphobic or pro transition. For me it's all the same. I felt it necessary to say this since this story might hurt some sensibilities with what I already decided on writing. I don't take kindly to offense or bullying.
Thar girl she had seen, Hermione couldn't get her out of her mind. Her long straight chesnut hair that went past her lower back and her eyes... something about her was fascinanting. Hermione found her presence to be out of the ordinary. And the fact that she seemed to appear and disappear out of thin air wasn't helping. So far she didn't know what happened to her parents. They appeared on the record of guest but it was as if they vanished. For God's sake, there hasn't been an accident in Ayers Rock and the only known deaths were middle aged men that suffered heart attacks. Also, she found the whole controversy over the name to be something silly. It wasn't her position to try and fix the world. She just wanted answers, find her parents and go home.
Checking her mail, she hadn't received anything from Ron (she wasn't exactly surprised for that). Harry sent a note and she readily replied, keeping a light tone. She didn't know who might get their hands on this. But if Harry read underneath the surface, he might make it here. Right now she really needed help.
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Harry really hated it whenever his friends fought, and it was made ten times worse when they started dating, which was a recent development. Ron was annoyed and brooding most of the time since Hermione decided on going to Australia.
She didn't want to wait and when he put himself on her shoes he really could understand were she was coming from.
Her parents were bound to be pissed and she might be consumed by anxiety imagining all the scenarios, with a mind like hers that worked perfectly as torture material. That being said, he has problems of his own to deal with as well. And if that made him moody, then so be it.
Ginny acted like Ron when she was angry at being called out over something she did. And she really was Mrs Weasley's daughter when she was pissed. Harry's ears could attest to that, and that's something about her that he didn't particularly like.
She was annoyed because he disapproved of what she had done. Try and manipulate Hermione so she didn't do what she wanted. Why?
That really made him question if she was the one. It was the first of her traits that he found distasteful. But in retrospective he shouldn't be surprised. He'd been there at the Burrow when Hermione came over and saw first hand how Mrs Weasley tried to subtly browbeat Hermione into giving up about Australia for now.
The Weasley's were the only family he had. But he really didn't like this side of them and he couldn't ignore it any longer hoping it might disappear or they eventually might change their way.
As a matter of fact, ignoring what he didn't like was something he had to develop in order to survive, but right now it wasn't working anymore, it was something that helped him survive in his darkest hours but right now it was counterproductive. Whatever thing he ignored just turned out to be worse when it came to his attention again.
Like this dangerous God like worship that people insisted on bestow upon him.
He had done what he had to in order to survive, he didn't want power, money, glory or any such thing. The prophecy was quite literal "neither could live while the other survives"
He had power and influence he didn't like or want, as he also knew people were fickle. They loved him one minute and wanted to hex his bollocks out on the next.
He had to pick up the slack and finally do something about the thinks he didn't like.
He had waited long enought for it to change out of it's own volition.
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As it was, Hermione was absolutely appalled and terrified, apart from her parents checking-in log on the computer, all traces had vanished. One after another, nightmarish possibilities crossed her mind and she barely could sleep. She awaited Harry's answer and just acted like any other tourist, trying to think about the beatiful place rather than what might had happened to her parents.
The guides and staff of the resorts insisted on forbidding to climb Ayers Rock as it was a sacred place. It kind of reminded her about Hogwarts, it had the same presence, but this place felt... stronger.
She couldn't put her finger on it, jt just made sense. She researched about local lore and history and at night; she sneaked out of her room and searched for answers with the "Point-Me-Spell" so far she hadn't crossed paths with another witch or wizard.
She had researched before sending her parents here, about laws. Magic and muggle. The magical community here was small and secluded. They made a home out of the deepest jungles and forests. The possibilities of her parents ever crossing paths with someone magical that might notice the modifications on their minds were next to nonexistent.
How could it be that two grown adults were missing and no one realised it? And she couldn't exactly go and report them missing, that might rise questions about their relation, she couldn't risk it.
The situation was really getting to her.
She knew that getting desperate will surely lead to making mistakes. That's why she wanted someone that could be level headed. This were her parents, she really couldn't be composed and detached.
Mother of God. Where were her parents?
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Really, he should've known better.
He was God and he could warp reality as he saw fit. He wanted to save his loved ones, people on this earth were bound to be the same. He had taken a couple of tourists that also happened to be a marriage. He needed them. He had thought that they didn't have family.
He really couldn't manage what he had planned to do, not without them.
In a sense, they were his Adam and Eve.
The other choice was... something he really didn't want to do.
He couldn't do that to Yoh.
His brother had made peace with losing Ana, so long as that meant her soul wouldn't be erased from existance. He loved her too much to allow that to happen. And that's why Hao kept her frail soul inside her body and kept it together with his power. He had to do so until the right time, her original death time.
Ana didn't exist anymore as a sole entity, she was part of Hao now.
And surely such a thing wasn't contemplated by marriage vows.
As it was, they slept together once.
It was weird enough, sharing a body with someone else. He felt everything and couldn't really look Yoh in the eye afterwards.
When he decided to do this to save Ana's soul he hadn't factored in that as God his creation power was to strong.
They only slept together once, and they conceived. Hao really didn't know if this child will be normal or not. It was a given that he or she will be an incredibly powerfull shaman. His protective instincts towards his unborn child were overwhelming.
He could level everything to the ground if someone touched even a hair on his child's head.
After that last time, Ana's soul combined with his. It wouldn't disappear anymore, but Yoh knew they wouldn't be together in this life. Not like Phaust and Elise. They just couldn't.
That's something the other Gods had done. And before they could hurt more of Yoh's loved ones. Hao decided on this controversial plan to save them all.
The plan consisted on snatching their souls from their original bodies, one on one. Making it seem like an accident. and store them in another body.
For creating such a body, he needed DNA. That's why he picked up that couple. Technically all of the children will be theirs. Even if their souls originally came from somewhere else. They could be saved.
Jeanne's and Ana's death weighed heavily on him.
Although, he was technically a she, now.
He really blamed his lapses of judgement on that sole fact.
The thing about being God is that even if you were the most detached person on earth before, you developed empathy as soon as you took the chair, so to speak.
And he really pitied the poor child. This couple's daughter. The daughter that somehow slipped his radar when he picked them out of those tourist on Ayers Rock.
Maybe this could turn up for the better. He really hoped so.
It was to late to turn back.
Yoh, of course, agreed. He really hated seeing someone suffer if he could do something to prevent it.
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