Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Ivy, Shaman Runaway ❯ Ghostly Reunion ( Chapter 19 )

 

Ghostly Reunion

“So what exactly are you doing here Opacho?” The whole house was up, and everyone was in the kitchen drinking coffee, tea, or hot coco. We were all in our pajamas, and it was quite a sight. (Except for me, who was, in fact, barrowing Yoh's clothes.) Anna's bunny slippers, Rio's heart boxers, Ren's ducky boxers, Trey's tightie whities, Faust looking like he did in the daytime (Does he not have a change of clothes, I wonder?), Morty in a shirt and pants set dotted with little laptops, Jocko's frilly nightgown (Does that guy ever wear pants?), Jun's nightgown (If you could call it a nightgown; it was more like sluty lingerie.), Pilika's oversized T-shirt, Tamao's little tank top and pants set, and Yoh without a shirt on.

 

Everyone looked tired except Yoh; he always had that stupid smile on his face grinning like a cat, never tiring. I made a metal note that he looked soooo hott without a shirt on.

 

Opacho, sitting on a high bar stool, but still getting a sore neck from looking upward, looked up from his coco at my question. “Opacho is here to give Ivy her stuff. She left so quickly that she forgot all of her things.”

 

“Wait, so Hao is letting me stay here?!” I was exasperated. “He's not mad at all for me running away?! What about for pushing him off a cliff?! He's letting me go?! Is he sick or something?!”

 

Opacho scrunched up his face and whispered. “Only love sick.”

 

“What did you say?” I stopped ranting long enough to ask.

 

“Opacho said yes, he is letting Mistress Ivy stay, if it makes her happy.”

 

“Since when has he cared about her happiness?” Ren interjected coldly.

 

“Master had always cared for Ivy. He just didn't know how to show it. First time being in love, you know?” Opacho smiled up at the harsh face.

 

“Ha! Love! He would not have treated our darling Ju—ahem—Ivy,” Jun almost slipped, “in such a way if he truly loved her!”

 

Opacho tried to go on in his explanation, only he was interrupted every two seconds by various members of the group, asking questions and challenging everything he said.

 

That was until Anna spoke up in an angry yell, “QUIET!! Let the munchkin speak. I want to know what's going on.”

 

“Thank you Miss Kyôyama.” Opacho addressed my sister. “Ahem.” Opacho straightened himself up on the stool, making himself seem taller. “Ever since Ivy left, Master has been horribly angry and has spent night and day trying to track her down. Hao thought that she only ran away to make him mad. He never took into consideration that she was trying to escape from him. When he finally found her she was being chased by X-LAWS. He tried to take her back with him, but she shoved him off of the cliff. Only then did he realize that she did not love him the way he loved her. It broke his heart. What was worse, Mistress Ivy walked off clinging to and basically making out with Hao's younger twin brother.” Opacho paused for a moment to catch his breath.

 

At the comment about me clinging to and making out with Yoh, Anna had glared at me; flaming daggers in her eyes. I only smiled back at her apologetically.

 

Opacho continued with his tale. “Opacho found him sitting on the cliff edge deciding weather to jump or not. Pathetic really, like a lost dog. Hao and Opacho talked for a while before Opacho finally persuaded Hao to come home out of Ivy's storm. He has finally realized just how wrong he's been this whole time. He wanted to apologize, but Opacho guesses that he just couldn't bear to do it in person. He even said that it would probably be better if Opacho did it, because Ivy would listen to him, but probably distrust Hao because of all he had done to her.

 

“He really is sorry, Ivy. Can you ever forgive him? He really does love you. And could you come back to us. We all really miss you…I miss you, and Hao is just dieing.” Opacho finished off his tale with a request, dropping his third person speech pattern.

 

`He only drops his third person when he is seriously talking about something important.' I thought for a moment. I almost forgot that Opacho and everyone else in the room were waiting for an answer. “Oh! I'm sorry. Just thinking. Ivy is really, truly sorry, Opacho, but she can't.” My soft, apologetic tone dropped into a harsh, angry voice. “She can't go back to that life; not when she has a chance to make friends and have a life. Tell Hao she's not coming back no matter how much he begs; he's not going to trick her with his little `I've changed' act. She's safe and happy to be with his brother.”

 

Opacho looked like he was about to cry. I realized how horrible and mean I sounded, so I soften my face and tone again while encircling him in a hug. “I'm so sorry Opacho; it's not your fault. It's Hao's. Tell the rest of the gang that I'm sorry to leave them so suddenly, but I've found a place where I have a chance of fitting in and making a life for myself. Tell my Hana sisters that I'm perfectly happy here, and that the guys are sweet and some of them are cuties. I'm sure that Yoh and Anna wouldn't mind if I had a few visitors from time to time, so they could visit some. Would you?” I glanced up at Yoh. He smiled and nodded his approval. Anna just rolled her eyes.

 

“Thank you.” I smiled back at them. “Oh, Opacho, I'd like you to meet Tamao, Pilika, Jun, Ren, Trey, Faust, Morty, Rio, Jocko, Yoh, and Anna Kyôyama.” I winked at Opacho as I said the last name, and he seemed to get the message.

 

“All right. It is Ivy's decision.” Opacho replied solemnly drying his huge eyes. “Opacho has cleared out all of Ivy's stuff back at Hao's camp, so everything she owns is here now.”

 

“My ghosts?!” I cried excitedly.

 

Opacho glanced down at the floor, not wanting to see the distressed look on my face when he told me the bad news. “Isabelle and Chip; Aikido is staying with Hao as incentive to return to him. It was Luca's idea. Sorry.”

 

My face fell. My best friend was still in the clutches of my evil fiancée. “Oh. It's okay. Where are Isa and Chip?”

 

Opacho handed me my weapons, ju fu talismans, white and red prayer beads, voodoo dolls, astrology and astronomy equipment. Dowsing pendulum, potions, herbs, spell books, tarot cards, spirit board, memorial tablets, and a bird's feather. “Ivy should not dabble in so many shaman arts. The load is too heavy to carry around.”

 

“Oh, thank you so much, Opacho!!” I gave him another hug and he smiled at me sweetly before he left with a small, “Goodbye Ivy.”

 

“Goodbye.” I stood there in the doorway as the little shaman walked off with the remnants of my previous life with Hao that was finally coming to an end.

 

“Ivy!!” a Southern American accent snapped. “Ivy! Get me outta this `ear tablet right this minute, ya hear?!”

 

Everyone's attention shifted to the memorial tablet in my left hand.

 

“Is that your ghost?” asked Horo.

 

I let out a small chuckle as I replied, “Yes, the annoying one.”

 

“When I git outta `ear, little missy, you is gonna git it good!” The woman's ghostly voice echoed.

 

“Easy Isa, (pronounced like in Japanese or Spanish the i=long e sound) I'll `git ya outta thar' in a sec.” I mocked Isabelle's southern drawl.

 

“Are ya makin' fun a my accent?!” Isa's temper flared.

 

“Never; but I'm going to let Chip out first.” I picked up the bird's feather and put a small amount of furyoku into it. A pint-sized sparrow materialized and landed on my pinkie finger.

 

“Awwe, ya always faver the bird! That er that samurai of yers! No one luvs the poor bandit!” Isabelle had been a cowgirl turned bandita. Her bandit name was `Cactus Rose'.

 

I released Isabelle from her tablet, and out of the tablet spilled an eerie red smoke. And out of the smoke arose a tall slim figure. The figure wore a tan cowboy hat; and she had dark red hair beneath the hat. Her eyes were the same dark red as her hair. She wore a lose fitting sandy pink colored top that's sleeves started on the upper part of her arms. Her pants were plain blue jeans, but her cowboy boots were elaborately decorated. She wore relatively no make-up, but she did wear a deep dull red lipstick, and on her arm was a tattoo of a cactus with a rose on it. Her bandit gang's brand.

 

I rolled my eyes at my showy ghost. She was in it for attention, as always. “Cut the dramatics next time Isabelle.” I sighed and turned to the crowd. “These are my ghosts, Chip is the bird—he doesn't talk much. And the cowgirl over here is Isabelle, Isa, or Cactus Rose. She won't shut up. You can introduce yourselves. I'm getting my stuff up to my room, and going to bed. Sorry for the wake up call at three in the morning. Goodnight guys.” I picked up my things and walked up the stairs to go to bed as my ghosts got to know the gang.