Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Ivy, Shaman Runaway ❯ Tears of a Taurus ( Chapter 11 )

 

Tears of a Taurus

`So THIS is what rejection is. True torture. My heart being shredded by knives into tiny little pieces. Why am I hurting so badly?' I walked over to the edge of the cliff and sat on the ledge. I starred downward at the depths of the canyon and wondered how far down it was to the bottom.

 

Why don't you find out? Jump! You have no other reason for living.

 

`Yes. Too true. What have I got to lo—hey! What am I saying!? I'm talking crazy talk! Why would I want to kill myself anyway?!'

 

Because she left you.

 

`A girl doesn't love me. Big deal! I'll get another one.'

 

Not just “a girl” the girl. And with your twin brother too. That's worse than if he was just your brother! Twins! Ha, you poor sap.

 

“I told you I don't care!! Get out of my head!” I yelled out loud. `Great now people will think I'm even more psychotic than before.' Then I realized my face was wet. `Am I…crying? Yes, but just a little.'

 

I reached up to brush the tears from my eyes, but found that there were raindrops there too. `Rain? Oh, yes. Of course. It is raining after all. Her storm. She conjured it because she was mad at me. She's so beautiful when she's mad.

 

I remember the first time she conjured a storm. It was back when she was still training under me, and didn't yet know my name.

 

==Flashback==

 

I was walking through the forest toward the clearing by the lake. It was where Ivy and I always practiced her Allure powers. (An Allure is a Shaman witch who controls a certain element. Ivy's element is storms, so she controls thunder, lightening, rain, the whole shebang.) When I arrived at the clearing, Ivy was already there, but she had her back to me.

 

Ivy was wearing a pair of Kanna's short shorts and Macchi's bikini top, the black one with the orange jack-o'-lanterns on it. Ivy's curvy form really did justice to the skimpy shorts, but the bikini top was tied as loosely as humanly possible, and still was unbelievably tight on her.

 

I watched from a distance as my fiancée waded into the water up to mid thigh. She had abandoned her trusty boots back at the shore, and stood bare foot in the water. Ivy dangled her fingers in the water and began to stir it into a miniature whirlpool. She sent an electrical current into the water as she made a lifting motion with her arm just as we had practiced. The water rose into a wave at her command and stopped when she bid it.

 

She had never been able to grasp that trick before, and I was proud that she was doing it now without me standing over her and instructing her step by step. I seated myself on an old stump on the beach and began to clap.

 

Ivy whirled around to see who was watching her. Unfortunately, that broke her concentration, and the wave that had previously been held up by Ivy's electricity crashed down upon her, completely soaking her to the bone.

 

The wave had knocked her underwater, so I waded out to see if she was okay. “Ivy?” I asked when I got to her.

 

“I had it that time.” She stated off handedly as if telling herself.

 

“I know you did.” I said as I stepped forward. “You did very well. You just have to work on concentration.” I offered.

 

“But you're the one who broke my concentration in the first place!” She fumed as she turned to glare at me. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and wisps of hair were out of place every once in awhile thanks to nearly being flattened by a wave. The sun was setting right behind her and the rays of light reflected off the water droplets all over her body, so she seemed to glow.

 

“Stop starring at me.” And she was mad; I love how she looks when she's mad. It sends shivers up and down my spine. Back then she wouldn't yell at me, so she just said what she normally would have yelled in a hushed, but malicious tone.

 

“Why?” I asked innocently.

 

“Because I asked you to.” Her voice started to rise in volume. If I played my cards right I would get to see her in all her glory, yelling and screaming her lungs out at me. I don't know why, but she has such a wild beauty to her when she's enraged.

 

“But why don't you want me looking at you?” I pressed.

 

“BECAUSE.” She turned with her hands on her hips and bit the word forcefully at me. Still not quite what I wanted.

 

`Just a little more now. Come on Ivy, give me what I want!' “Because why? Have you been sleeping around with some of my men and have some love marks on you that you don't want me to see?”

 

SNAP. I could almost hear her brake under my merciless teasing. “NO, DAMMIT!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!”

 

Right after she had said that a furious CRASH of thunder and lightening erupted overhead. It startled Ivy, and suddenly I was holding her pressed close to my body.

 

My body temperature went through the roof as I counted all the places our bodies were touching. Ivy slowly tilted her head upward to look at me in the eyes. I slowly inched closer toward her lips. We stood together in the warm rain lip locked for several minutes. That was back when she responded to my kisses. Those three minutes were the closest to Heaven I will ever be.

 

I could tell she was reluctant to pull away, but we both needed air, so the kiss ended. “M-master…” She gasped for air, but her voice still managed to sound sexy.

 

“Y-yes?” I eagerly answered. She got a mischievous look in her eye, and I waited patiently, but starred hungrily at her as she positioned her hands on my shoulders. I moved my face closer to hers, and just when we were about to kiss again:

 

She pushed me.

 

Yes, she pushed me, and I fell over backwards into the water. I emerged seconds later sopping wet. “What the hell was that for?!”

 

She smiled seductively at me and snickered, “You get me wet; I get you wet. Now we're even. Good night, Master. I'll be in out tent.” Ivy put on her boots and sauntered off, leaving me in the lake pining after a girl I could never have.

 

==End Flashback==

 

When she told me that she would rather die than marry me, she sounded so heartless—so cold, and yet her rain is warm. Warm and soft like her body.' I soon found myself fantasizing about her in a way that would get this fic rated NC17.

 

“Master Hao?” A small voice called out to me interrupting my hentai thoughts. I turned around to see little Opacho standing in the rain.