Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Ivy, Shaman Runaway ❯ Alone In The Desert ( Chapter 48 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Alone In The Desert

“Ivy you are such an idiot.” I mumbled as I trudged my way back to Yoh's place. I was tired from my exhausting, life-threatening day, and this long walk home carrying all of my luggage was quickly draining my remaining energy. “Why do I do this to myself?” I questioned as I threw my various suitcases to the ground.

I opened all three of my rather large bags and started sifting through all of my junk putting everything I needed into two suitcases, and everything that was useless in the other one. It was hard to part with all my cute outfits, but I decided I wouldn't get a chance to wear them if I died out in the desert.

I walked another mile or so before I had to stop and get rid of another suitcase full of stuff. Another mile after that, I had to leave the last suitcase and continue with no food, water, clothes, or any way to protect myself.

“Another fine situation you've gotten yourself into, Ivy. Good job.” I grumbled sarcastically at myself. “I'm going to die alone in this God-forsaken wasteland. Great…I wish there was something I could do to get home faster. It's never taken this long before…why such a difference this time?” I muttered as I came to the spot where the `energy chains', as he called them, restrained me from going any further.

I hesitated as I approached the barrier. `One…two…three!' I closed my eyes as I jumped over the line. Nothing happened. Nothing held me back, that is to say. A huge sappy grin spread over my face as I thought, `He told me the truth…He trusted me enough to tell me I had to knock him out to get free.'

The guilt washed back over me as I made this realization. He had trusted me, and I had betrayed him. Ivy, `the poor abused victim' I had made myself out to be, had taken advantage of a man while he was defenseless. `Now who's the victim?' My heart asked me accusingly. Tears once again weld up in my eyes, obstructing my vision.

“Oh. GOD.” I sighed, feeling remorse for what I had done to poor Hao.

`He deserved it.' My mind snapped at me. `I mean, look at all that he's done to you! You're aloud to betray him at least once or twice. Forget Hao; go back to Yoh. Forget all about how damn sexy that rapist fiancée was. Forget how he held you in his arms and kissed you. Forget all the times he said he loved you. Forget the way he looked at you and sighed. Forget all about that bastard.'

`Wait!' My heart yelled at my mind. `I thought you were YohxIvy, but the way you talk, you sound HaoxIvy.'

`Hao?! OMG NO! Why would want Ivy to be with that sexy devil?!' My mind yelled back.

`Right. Well, when you talk that way, it's hard to tell.' If my heart had eyes she would be rolling them.

`It's no different than the way you talk about Yoh…' My mind spat back.

`Yoh?! What about that cuddly, cute, lovable, adorable, beautiful, sappy, loser? Ivy, you should forget about him! Go back to Hao. Forget all the times he looked longingly at you. Forget the way his smile made you weak in the knees. Forget the way he played with your hair. Forget the way he treated you like Hao never could. Forget all the times he kissed you gently like it meant something. Forget the way he took you in and fought for you. Forget all about that geek.'

“The both of you shut up!!!!!!! You're both just as confused as I am!! I have no idea what I want any more!! God, there has got to be a way to get to Yoh's place faster.” It was then that I decided I would try to teleport like Hao did. I know it hadn't exactly worked last time I tried, but I figured it was worth a shot.

It didn't work this time either. I teleported a good mile or so, but I landed in a briar patch. Thorns clung to skin, and ripped the flesh off. I've dealt with worse pain before, but the unbearable thing about it was that the thorns were tearing away at my precious leather boots. The thorns weren't very big, but the problem was that there was such an abundance of them. They tore my clothes to bloody strips, but fortunately it was still enough to cover me.

When I finally managed to drag myself out of the huge pointy, prickly mess, I propped myself up with my elbow so I could sit, but be able to see the damage done to the rest of me. I cringed as I looked over my body. Clothes in tatters, blood stained. Scratches and cuts covered my arms, stomach, and everywhere else on my body for that matter.

I held my breath as I prepared myself to inspect my legs. I slowly lowered my gaze, and to my utter horror, my left leg was openly bleeding. The scar that I had gotten from Ren so many years ago had reopened yet again. It did that periodically.

“Why me?” I grimaced in pain.

My left boot was practically nonexistent, but my right one was only ripped a little bit. I tried to get to my feet, but found it to be horribly difficult. I somehow managed to get myself off of the ground, and was immensely relieved to find that I could see Patch Village.

I limped and dragged my way to the nearest building and used it for support. I willed my legs to keep moving as I came closer and closer to the Asakura house. I was exhausted, and almost gave up and collapsed, but I soon realized that the street I was on was very familiar. I could actually see the house!!

My vision started to blur, and it was getting harder by the second just to remain on my feet. “Just a little further. Please don't give out on me yet.” A sharp pain that I had been ignoring finally broke its way through my mental pain block, and sent me reeling to my knees, doubled over in pain.

I couldn't get back to my feet for my life, so I dragged myself along the ground the last 33 feet. By the time I got to the door, my wounds were grimy with a mix of blood and dirty. `Those are so going to get infected…' I gathered all my strength to pound on the door, and to my exponential relief, lights flickered on inside the house.

I kept banging on the door, though, until it opened and before me stood the figure of…someone. I couldn't tell any more; my vision was too distorted. The loss of blood had finally gotten to me, and I found it hard to remain conscious.

Right before I passed out, I heard someone faintly whisper, “Ivy…”