Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Ivy, Shaman Runaway ❯ Lysergic Hallucinations ( Chapter 4 )

Lysergic Hallucinations

I was in trouble yet again. Obviously I can't be left alone for more than an hour to look after myself before I get in a life-threatening situation. `Damn! This is what everyone was afraid would happen! Why does that demon fiancée of mine always have to be right! What's worse is that I have no way of defending myself! I am so screwed. Wait why haven't they killed me yet? Do they not know it's me? Do they not care? What's going on here?!'

 

You can thank God; because Lyserg cut off my insane rambling saying, “You can let go of my hand now. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe with the X-LAWS now.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“I said you can let go of my hand now. You're safe with the X-LAWS.” Lyserg broke eye contact as he blushed a little.

 

“Oh!” I had completely forgotten that I was holding his hand still. “Just why were you stroking my cheek like that anyway?”

 

Lyserg blushed a deeper red as he answered, “Well, I was just…um…actually, I (gulp) I think you're really pretty.”

 

“Ohhh, thank you. That's so sweet! My stupid fiancée never says anything like that.” Actually Hao did comment on how pretty I was fairly often, but he always managed to say it in the most perverted way that it made me fear for my virginity.

 

While I was gushing over the compliment, Lyserg's jaw had dropped to the floor, exclaiming, “F-fiancée? You're already engaged?! To whom!? Do you love him, or did your parents set you up?!”

 

“My, my, so many questions! Yes, I'm engaged, but I don't intend to go through with it, so I don't see the harm in being unfaithful. The man is the devil anyway. `Do I love him?' No, NO, and more NO!!!! I absolutely hate him. He's the worst person ever to be engaged to! Moving on: I say that my parents arranged the engagement with his parents, but really what the deal was was that my real parents abandoned me, and my foster family went to the Asakuras to find a suitable husband for a `hellcat' like me. The Asakuras are currently short on heirs, so I got stuck with the devil reincarnated. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.”

 

Lyserg blinked twice as he gaped at my strange story. “Wow…is all that true?”

 

“Yep. I said that I was sticking to it.”

 

“I guess I should have asked this earlier, but what exactly is your name?” I had totally forgot about introducing myself! How stupid of me!

 

`You can't tell him your real name! He'll know you were with Hao! Make something up! Make something up quick! Don't just sit there! Say something! Anything!...'

 

“My name is Ivy.”

 

`Anything but that. Idiot.'

 

“Hmmm. I've heard that name somewhere before…” Lyserg paused to think for a moment as I was sweating bullets. “I just can't remember where.” `Thank God!' “Oh well. I'll ask Marco later. Would you like to meet the other X-LAWS, Ivy?”

 

“NO!!!!!!” I practically pounced on the poor boy. “I mean…can't we be alone together like this a little longer?” My panicked voice took a sudden shift to turn sugary sweet.

 

Lyserg looked thoughtful for a moment before he answered. “I guess, but the others will want to talk to you soon after they hear you're awake.” The green haired boy then retook his spot on my bed. “So what should we talk about?”

 

“Talking is overrated some times—don't ya think?” I murmured in his ear as I slowly inched my way closer to him.

 

“What?” he asked genuinely confused.

 

`Poor thing. Can't even tell when he's being hit on!' even if I was just using him to get away from the X-LAWS.

 

“Silly boy. Have you ever kissed a girl?” I leaned in closer hoping he would get my point.

 

“No. Why?” No such luck.

 

*Sigh* At this point I was tired of dropping hints and decided to take action. I grabbed Lyserg by the collar and pulled him into a deep kiss. Finally Lyserg got the hint and put his arms around me, so I was able to drape my arms around his shoulders without fear of him pulling away.

 

Don't you find it hilarious that Marco would pick that exact moment to waltz right in without knocking?