Well, one of my first shaman fan fictions...I'll prolly edit the title
later, since it's only a working one at this point...
Sorry this chapter has no yaoi/shounen-ai yet... but it will - These two
original charas exist only to bring two of the main ones together (no mary-
joes here) but still needed an intro just so the readers won't be all 'wft
mate'
I will also be illustrating random scene from the story in later chapters... hope you all enjoy it, especially when the yaoi comes up Rating - PG-13 and eventually R in later chapters for Amidamaru/Yoh Yaoi
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"Are you positive they said this was the place?"
"Hai...It is a little big for only 1000 yen, isn't' it? Guess the hauntings must be pretty bad." He sighed and ran a hand through flame red strands, violet eyes sliding shut. "Guess we might as well move in." Wooden sandals clapped on the floor loudly as he stepped inside. The boy's upper torso was clad in a kimono style top, long pieces of sleeve-like fabric adorned his arms, and his wide, kendo styled pants caught in the wind.
"Who are you?" The sharp female voice made him jerk around, and the image of the voice's owner, a thin, blonde teenager with sharp black coals for eyes made him gulp. She stood before him, outside, her arms crossed. She wore a red bandanna around her hair and her slender frame was robed in a simple black dress. "What are you doing here." She continued, slower and with more agitation.
The redhead blinked, glancing back at the old inn. "I was...hoping to move in?" Then he saw the dark-haired boy...had he been there the whole time? He looked up, a tired glaze over his eyes, but he still managed to smile nonetheless.
"This place is rented out to me." He stood up straight, fixing the bright headphone around his thick hair. Extending a hand, he smiled again. "My name's Asakura Yoh."
The stranger quirked an eyebrow, then his eyes widened. "Wow, it's an honor to meet you." He took Yoh's offered hand with both of his, bowing his head slightly. "I've heard of your family's success...and power."
The female narrowed her eyes and clapped Yoh on the shoulder. "Be careful Yoh, he's a Shaman." Her voice was no warmer then it had been before. "There's a memorial tablet underneath his shirt." Yoh paused, then returned his gaze to the newcomer.
"So you're a Shaman too?" He seemed thrilled, no where near the same suspicious state his female acquaintance was in. He looked over his shoulder to the empty air. "Isn't that great, Amidamaru? We'll have another Shaman to talk to. One that isn't trying to steal you or kill me." The suddenly formed spirit nodded, but his enthusiasm didn't match his owner's either. It appeared that something was on his mind.
Violet eyes widened as the redhead stepped back at the sight of the samurai, but the expression was quickly drowned in a smile. "Heh, yeah, I'm a Shaman too." He pulled open one side to his folded shirt, revealing the memorial tablet strapped about his chest. "My...companion is being rather shy right now...but my name's Nanshou Tenaka." A whisper of breath escaped his lips as he looked back at the inn. "I suppose there was a mix- up at Tokyo's housing district. They told me this place was unoccupied, but it's no big deal." He chuckled quietly. "I'm sure there are plenty more cheap, haunted places in Tokyo."
As he slid past the two, Yoh sighed. "Anna, can't he stay with us?"
"He's competition Yoh. The only reason a Shaman would come to Tokyo now is for the right to become Shaman King. It's too much of a risk."
Nanshou paused and looked back. "Shaman King?" He laughed again, softer. "I'm afraid I'm far too weak when it comes to fighting for that. My family's powers aren't nestled in battling." He smiled softly. "I only wish to get into the competition...I only want to see who will become Shaman King."
Yoh was convinced. Even if the slightly older Japanese boy was hiding some dark, malevolent intentions behind a smile and calm eyes, he would deal with those if they came up. "Come on Anna...We have the room, and he could always just stay with me."
Nanshou blushed, lowering his head to hide his heating face. "I think it would be in your best interests to give me a room of my own...if...that's all right? I'll chip in for the rent and everything!" He was suddenly excited at the idea of not having to look for another place.
Anna sighed and turned to walk inside. "As long as he helps with the rent...and helps you train with some miscellaneous battles, I see nothing wrong with it." She closed the door without another word.
Nanshou's hand caught Yoh behind the arm, stopping him from following Anna inside "Before we get cosey I need to speak with you and Amidamaru...I'm afraid my spirit has unfinished business..."
The dark haired Shaman led Nanshou behind the inn, his eyes darkening. "I hope you don't have anything planned for him." Yoh's voice was deathly protective. Due to his recent encounter with Ren, the desire to keep his spirit safe burned deeply within him. His guardian waited calmly behind him.
Nanshou was taken back by the sudden swing of emotion the fellow Shaman displayed. "N-no...it's just...well..." He bapped on his tablet. "Rem...come on..." He cooed gently. There was a soft sigh, and a dark shadow flooded out of the sculpted stone.
The appearance of the new spirit almost sucked the light out of the area. His figure was no where as large as Amidamaru's, but he was still imposing. His form, while thick at the shoulders, was narrow at the chest and waist. A wide rimmed hat, pointed, yet folded over at the top, almost hid the ghost's piercing blue eyes. Thick, chunky strands of flaxen blonde hair peeked out beneath the brim, further hindering his ability to see. A black robe, secured at the waist, mimicked the one the samurai wore, with the exception of more black fabric folding over his shoulders. His eyes were down, unable to look up at the other spirit.
Nanshou rolled his eyes and elbowed his partner in the side, causing him to jump slightly. "I..." He looked up with difficulty. "I wish to apologize to you..." The words came out in a rush, his head lowering again in a bow.
Amidamaru raised an eyebrow, straightening slightly. "...I have never met you before in my life. What could you possibly need to apologize for?"
A trembled breath. "It was me that ended your life." Before Amidamaru or his shaman could interrupt, he continued. "I was an assassin in your time...My name is Remaensai Hyori. I was hired by your shogun to execute you, since none of his soldiers were able to complete the task. Although my services are high in price, I also need a reason to kill anyone. He lied, telling me his samurai had gone crazy, and needed to be put down like a rabid dog." He took a shaky breath, half ready to be cut down where he stood. "It was my stars that were able to weaken you, made to feel like the sword slashes...until a final blow was delivered."
"It wasn't until I had overheard from some of the village children how the shogun had wrong you. Not only was I ridden with guilt for being the cause of an innocent man's death, but I was furious for being deceived. That night I killed that shogun, a reckless move that to this day I do not regret. Eventually, after 20 soldiers met their end, so did I. They had one of the monks curse my spirit, locking it to my resting ground, until Nanshou released me, 600 years later." He sighed again. "I never thought I would face you again..."
There was a silence that chilled the air. Nanshou found it difficult to read Amidamaru's face, but he certainly wasn't expecting the soft chuckles that escaped the spirit's lips. "Although I am against the killing of my shogun, I admire your honor..." He uncrossed his arms, looking up. "600 years is far too long to hold a grudge...but I wouldn't hold it against you had it been yesterday. Everyone had to live somehow back then...it was rare for a shred of integrity to remain in the soul." He moved over to Remaen, placing a hand on his shoulder. "All is forgiven."
Nanshou sighed, patting Remaen on the back. "I told you it wouldn't be that bad." He glanced over at Yoh, who seemed unable to grasp the situation of having his guardian's killer before him. "You're spirit's incredibly understanding...he's quite the catch."
Yoh felt his cheeks flush slightly. "Trust me, I know—"Before he could finish, the back door skidded open. Anna stood at the doorway, arms crossed, as usual.
"You have to make dinner, then get some rest. You're training tomorrow...first thing." Yoh groaned, nodding and watching her return inside.
"Glad I don't wanna be Shaman King." Nanshou sighed, leaning back against his spirit, who's arms draped over his shoulders. "You should head inside before she decides to castrate you."
The shaman nodded. He trudged inside, his spirit close behind. Nanshou watched them closely, an eyebrow quirked. "I think he might be ready."
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Yay. Okay, I'm writing the second chapter NOW, which will contain Maru/Yoh slash.
I will also be illustrating random scene from the story in later chapters... hope you all enjoy it, especially when the yaoi comes up Rating - PG-13 and eventually R in later chapters for Amidamaru/Yoh Yaoi
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"Are you positive they said this was the place?"
"Hai...It is a little big for only 1000 yen, isn't' it? Guess the hauntings must be pretty bad." He sighed and ran a hand through flame red strands, violet eyes sliding shut. "Guess we might as well move in." Wooden sandals clapped on the floor loudly as he stepped inside. The boy's upper torso was clad in a kimono style top, long pieces of sleeve-like fabric adorned his arms, and his wide, kendo styled pants caught in the wind.
"Who are you?" The sharp female voice made him jerk around, and the image of the voice's owner, a thin, blonde teenager with sharp black coals for eyes made him gulp. She stood before him, outside, her arms crossed. She wore a red bandanna around her hair and her slender frame was robed in a simple black dress. "What are you doing here." She continued, slower and with more agitation.
The redhead blinked, glancing back at the old inn. "I was...hoping to move in?" Then he saw the dark-haired boy...had he been there the whole time? He looked up, a tired glaze over his eyes, but he still managed to smile nonetheless.
"This place is rented out to me." He stood up straight, fixing the bright headphone around his thick hair. Extending a hand, he smiled again. "My name's Asakura Yoh."
The stranger quirked an eyebrow, then his eyes widened. "Wow, it's an honor to meet you." He took Yoh's offered hand with both of his, bowing his head slightly. "I've heard of your family's success...and power."
The female narrowed her eyes and clapped Yoh on the shoulder. "Be careful Yoh, he's a Shaman." Her voice was no warmer then it had been before. "There's a memorial tablet underneath his shirt." Yoh paused, then returned his gaze to the newcomer.
"So you're a Shaman too?" He seemed thrilled, no where near the same suspicious state his female acquaintance was in. He looked over his shoulder to the empty air. "Isn't that great, Amidamaru? We'll have another Shaman to talk to. One that isn't trying to steal you or kill me." The suddenly formed spirit nodded, but his enthusiasm didn't match his owner's either. It appeared that something was on his mind.
Violet eyes widened as the redhead stepped back at the sight of the samurai, but the expression was quickly drowned in a smile. "Heh, yeah, I'm a Shaman too." He pulled open one side to his folded shirt, revealing the memorial tablet strapped about his chest. "My...companion is being rather shy right now...but my name's Nanshou Tenaka." A whisper of breath escaped his lips as he looked back at the inn. "I suppose there was a mix- up at Tokyo's housing district. They told me this place was unoccupied, but it's no big deal." He chuckled quietly. "I'm sure there are plenty more cheap, haunted places in Tokyo."
As he slid past the two, Yoh sighed. "Anna, can't he stay with us?"
"He's competition Yoh. The only reason a Shaman would come to Tokyo now is for the right to become Shaman King. It's too much of a risk."
Nanshou paused and looked back. "Shaman King?" He laughed again, softer. "I'm afraid I'm far too weak when it comes to fighting for that. My family's powers aren't nestled in battling." He smiled softly. "I only wish to get into the competition...I only want to see who will become Shaman King."
Yoh was convinced. Even if the slightly older Japanese boy was hiding some dark, malevolent intentions behind a smile and calm eyes, he would deal with those if they came up. "Come on Anna...We have the room, and he could always just stay with me."
Nanshou blushed, lowering his head to hide his heating face. "I think it would be in your best interests to give me a room of my own...if...that's all right? I'll chip in for the rent and everything!" He was suddenly excited at the idea of not having to look for another place.
Anna sighed and turned to walk inside. "As long as he helps with the rent...and helps you train with some miscellaneous battles, I see nothing wrong with it." She closed the door without another word.
Nanshou's hand caught Yoh behind the arm, stopping him from following Anna inside "Before we get cosey I need to speak with you and Amidamaru...I'm afraid my spirit has unfinished business..."
The dark haired Shaman led Nanshou behind the inn, his eyes darkening. "I hope you don't have anything planned for him." Yoh's voice was deathly protective. Due to his recent encounter with Ren, the desire to keep his spirit safe burned deeply within him. His guardian waited calmly behind him.
Nanshou was taken back by the sudden swing of emotion the fellow Shaman displayed. "N-no...it's just...well..." He bapped on his tablet. "Rem...come on..." He cooed gently. There was a soft sigh, and a dark shadow flooded out of the sculpted stone.
The appearance of the new spirit almost sucked the light out of the area. His figure was no where as large as Amidamaru's, but he was still imposing. His form, while thick at the shoulders, was narrow at the chest and waist. A wide rimmed hat, pointed, yet folded over at the top, almost hid the ghost's piercing blue eyes. Thick, chunky strands of flaxen blonde hair peeked out beneath the brim, further hindering his ability to see. A black robe, secured at the waist, mimicked the one the samurai wore, with the exception of more black fabric folding over his shoulders. His eyes were down, unable to look up at the other spirit.
Nanshou rolled his eyes and elbowed his partner in the side, causing him to jump slightly. "I..." He looked up with difficulty. "I wish to apologize to you..." The words came out in a rush, his head lowering again in a bow.
Amidamaru raised an eyebrow, straightening slightly. "...I have never met you before in my life. What could you possibly need to apologize for?"
A trembled breath. "It was me that ended your life." Before Amidamaru or his shaman could interrupt, he continued. "I was an assassin in your time...My name is Remaensai Hyori. I was hired by your shogun to execute you, since none of his soldiers were able to complete the task. Although my services are high in price, I also need a reason to kill anyone. He lied, telling me his samurai had gone crazy, and needed to be put down like a rabid dog." He took a shaky breath, half ready to be cut down where he stood. "It was my stars that were able to weaken you, made to feel like the sword slashes...until a final blow was delivered."
"It wasn't until I had overheard from some of the village children how the shogun had wrong you. Not only was I ridden with guilt for being the cause of an innocent man's death, but I was furious for being deceived. That night I killed that shogun, a reckless move that to this day I do not regret. Eventually, after 20 soldiers met their end, so did I. They had one of the monks curse my spirit, locking it to my resting ground, until Nanshou released me, 600 years later." He sighed again. "I never thought I would face you again..."
There was a silence that chilled the air. Nanshou found it difficult to read Amidamaru's face, but he certainly wasn't expecting the soft chuckles that escaped the spirit's lips. "Although I am against the killing of my shogun, I admire your honor..." He uncrossed his arms, looking up. "600 years is far too long to hold a grudge...but I wouldn't hold it against you had it been yesterday. Everyone had to live somehow back then...it was rare for a shred of integrity to remain in the soul." He moved over to Remaen, placing a hand on his shoulder. "All is forgiven."
Nanshou sighed, patting Remaen on the back. "I told you it wouldn't be that bad." He glanced over at Yoh, who seemed unable to grasp the situation of having his guardian's killer before him. "You're spirit's incredibly understanding...he's quite the catch."
Yoh felt his cheeks flush slightly. "Trust me, I know—"Before he could finish, the back door skidded open. Anna stood at the doorway, arms crossed, as usual.
"You have to make dinner, then get some rest. You're training tomorrow...first thing." Yoh groaned, nodding and watching her return inside.
"Glad I don't wanna be Shaman King." Nanshou sighed, leaning back against his spirit, who's arms draped over his shoulders. "You should head inside before she decides to castrate you."
The shaman nodded. He trudged inside, his spirit close behind. Nanshou watched them closely, an eyebrow quirked. "I think he might be ready."
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Yay. Okay, I'm writing the second chapter NOW, which will contain Maru/Yoh slash.