Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Ivy, Shaman Runaway ❯ Therapy Session ( Chapter 12 )

Therapy Session

“Opacho! What are you doing out here?!” I stuttered, startled by his sudden appearance. `I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even sense him approach! Something is definitely wrong with me.'

 

“Opacho should be asking Master Hao the same thing. It's raining, and Master is just sitting on the edge of a cliff with a stupid look on his face.” Opacho reprimanded me.

 

“I was just thinking Opacho.” I gazed up at the darkened sky and sighed.

 

“What is Hao thinking about?” I winced. I knew this question was coming.

 

“Oh nothing.” I lied.

 

“Hao's lying. Master is thinking dirty thoughts about Mistress Ivy!” Opacho pointed an accusing finger at me.

 

I was about to deny it, but Opacho had caught me red handed, and was too smart to be tricked as easily as my other followers. I chuckled a little as a soft smile graced my lips. “Yes Opacho. How did you know?”

 

“Hao may not know it, but whenever he thinks about Ivy he gets all starry-eyed and dreamy looking. Hao might not realize that Opacho notices, but Opacho does notice the way Hao looks at Ivy. Ivy doesn't even notice the way Master looks at her. Ivy is too busy daydreaming.” Opacho ended on a low note.

 

`Opacho seems to know more about Ivy than anyone else. They seem closest. Maybe I can learn more about her from him.' “Opacho, did Ivy ever say what it was that she daydreams about?”

 

“Oh, yes. All the time. She told Opacho that she dreams that her `Prince Charming' comes and rescues her. Then they kiss and he takes her to live far away from here, but you usually interrupt her right after or during the kiss. Sometimes in her longer dreams, `Prince Charming' fights a monster to save her!” Opacho enthusiastically recounted Ivy's fantasies.

 

“Did she ever mention `Prince Charming's' name?” I ventured.

 

“She called him Yoh. I think she meant your brother, but I don't know for sure. Why do you want to know, Master?”

 

“Opacho, Ivy's run off with my little brother, and she doesn't intend to come back.” I wished I could soften the blow for him, but there was nothing I could do about it.

 

“Oh…so she finally told you. She's been planning this for months. I wanted to tell you, but Ivy pleaded with me. Something about her freedom and having a life. Are you okay Master Hao?”

 

`I can't believe this! He knew all along! And he's fine with it!' “Opacho, I don't know what's wrong with me. I can't get her out of my head, and she's taunting me, driving me nuts! What's wrong with me?” I pondered out loud.

 

“Well, tell Opacho.” Opacho pulled out a little notebook and pencil and waited for me to begin. When I just starred at him oddly he asked, “Well?”

 

“`Well' what?” I countered.

 

Opacho scrunched up his face, annoyed at my ignorance. “Start talking!”

 

“What is this, a therapy session?” I asked sarcastically.

 

Opacho rolled his huge eyes at me, “Mistress Ivy and Opacho used to do this all the time. She said it was the only thing that kept her sane, and Opacho has had a lot of practice at being a therapist, so he has become pretty good, if he does say so himself.” Opacho bragged.

 

`Oh, so I had driven Ivy to seek therapy. Great.' “I have no clue where to begin.” I stated simply, trying to think of an excuse to not talk about it.

 

“When did Hao first start to notice himself thinking about Ivy in a way other than as a tool?” Opacho was right; he was good at this.

 

“Alright, Opacho, we'll do this your way. It was a few weeks before the tournament. She was bathing in that lake by our camp, and I sorta walked in on her. I saw her, and when she noticed me starring at her she beat me up and wouldn't talk to me for days.” I blushed slightly, remembering how beautiful she was wet without her clothes on.

 

I was woken from my fantasy as a small hand struck me across my face. “Concentrate, Master! Opacho cannot help Hao if he can't stop drooling over Ivy for two seconds! Okay, moving on. What's so great about Ivy? Why can't you stop thinking about her?”

 

`Duh!! That is the stupidest question ever! I mean, isn't it painfully obvious?' Despite the stupidity of the question I answered, “For starters, her eyes. If you look into her ebony eyes, you can see into her soul. They shine and glitter when she's happy, their color fades and grows dim when she's sad, but I think my favorite is when she's scared. Her eyes go wide and she seems to make her whole body shrink. She looks so cute! Then again, she looks her best when she's mad. I love the way her eyes are set ablaze, and her wild hair glistens with dewdrops of sweat. Her muscles expand and contract as she tries to make herself appear bigger. Then she starts breathing heavily, and it's all I can do not to pounce on right then and there.

 

“Of course her eyes aren't all that's great about her; I also like her long slender legs, toned thighs, curvy hips, washboard abs, well sculpted arms, deliciously inviting neck, angelic face, luscious lips, silky soft hair, and who could forget her chest! I mean, WHOA! Her voluptuous body really does intrigue me, Opacho. God, she's beautiful! And those clothes she wears! It's hard to control myself. On top of all that she's unbelievably flexible! She bends like rubber!”

 

“Rubber? Seriously?” Opacho interrupted.

 

His interruption only helped fuel my enthusiasm “Have you never seen her do her gymnastics routine? Every once in awhile she goes out to the forest by herself to practice, and I sometimes follow her just to watch. She can bend over backwards and grab her ankles!”

 

“Oh, so she's a contortionist.” Opacho commented.

 

“Yeah…think about all the insane moves she could pull off! Way more possibilities than other girls. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”

 

“Then stop. Tell Opacho what else Hao likes about Ivy.”

 

“It's not just her body that I like about her, Opacho, I love the way her mind works. Such a sharp, cunning, mind. She knows how to manipulate people to get whatever she wants, and she can make great daring escapes with limited resources. She's quick-witted, funny, but she can be serious, and compassionate as well. She doesn't whine without good reason, and makes the best out of what life throws to her, even if it's not much. She's perfect, Opacho. I know she's human, and my goal is to kill all humans and human lovers, but I don't think I could actually bring myself to kill her, even if I have threatened her millions of times. I want her back Opacho. That little brother of mine won't have his way with her; she's mine. I've never felt this way before for any other girl. I need her.”

 

I paused for a minute and let the seriousness of the conversation hang in the air a moment before looking up at the little form sitting next to me on the cliff. “So Doc? What's wrong with me?” I asked playfully.

 

Opacho stopped scribbling in his little notebook and looked up at me. “It's bad.” He informed me.

 

“How bad?” I questioned.

 

“Bad.” He quipped in a monotone. He pulled a photograph out of his notebook and handed it to me.

 

“What's this?” I studied the picture; it was one of Ivy. She was sitting on that log by the lake in one of her shrimpy bikinis. The bikinis I knew she only wore to make me drool over something she wouldn't let me have. She obviously didn't know the picture was being taken because she wasn't looking towards the camera, and she was smiling. A GENUINE smile. The result was a wonderful picture of Ivy sitting, drying out in her bathing suit as the sun set on a beautiful July evening. “How did you get this?” I eyed my smallest follower.

 

“The Boz and Nichrome were spying on her again. They have a sad obsession with seeing her in skimpy swimming suits. Opacho took the camera from them. Master Hao can keep the picture.” Opacho offered.

 

“Thank you Opacho, but you never said what was wrong with me. Or do you not know?” I teased.

 

“Master Hao is madly in love with Mistress Ivy.” Opacho said it as if it were the most obvious thing on the face of the earth.

 

“And how do we cure this pesky, burden?” I inquired hoping there was a quick fix for my situation.

 

The little guy rolled his eyes and answered, “We've got to get you laid as soon as possible before your raging hormones take over completely and your tail chasing interferes with you taking over the world.”

 

I burst out laughing. He was completely serious. It was the most hilarious thing I have ever heard. A very mature five-year old was giving me instructions about my love life! I quieted my laughter long enough to ask, “And how do we do that? I wouldn't mind, but Ivy would never allow me to touch her, let alone THAT.”

 

Opacho gave me one of his trademark smiles and answered, “Opacho had a plan. It will help Hao win Mistress Ivy back for sure!”

 

And so Opacho relayed the plan to me. “That just might work…thank you for your help Opacho.” `Ivy, I swear I will make you mine, no matter how much you resist me. No matter how hard you struggle; in the end you have no say. I always get what I want.'