Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Ivy, Shaman Runaway ❯ The Rainbow After The Storm ( Chapter 55 )

 

The Rainbow After The Storm

“It's raining…” Opacho informed me.

 

“I can tell. You took my powers, not my common sense. I don't have to be a shaman to be able to tell it's raining.” I rolled my eyes at my little follower.

 

“But it's not raining on Opacho and Hao.” Opacho ran about trying to get wet in the pouring rain.

 

“You're right…” I hadn't noticed that I wasn't getting wet despite the fact that rain was soaking everything else. I stuck my hand out in front of me to catch a few raindrops. I smiled, amused when the rain bent away from my hand and refused to touch me.

 

“What did Hao do to her?” Opacho stopped running around and came to stand next to me.

 

I looked down, shocked at his accusation. “What did I do to whom? Why are so sure I've been doing things to people?”

 

“You know what I'm talking about. What did you do to Ivy to make her cry like this?” Opacho glared at me.

 

“Fine.” I sighed. “I confessed my undying love for her, and then I made out with her sister.” I turned away from him and kept walking. I knew she wasn't upset about me making out with Anna. Sure she would be mad, but she wouldn't be sobbing over it. No, what she was crying over had to be the letter.

 

“Master! Hao didn't!!” Opacho's eyes widened. “Did she catch Hao?!”

 

“No. She didn't catch me.” I smiled slightly as I got a mental image of Ivy pounding me to a pulp after she caught me with her sister. She looked absolutely heavenly when she was mad.

 

“Then why is she crying?” Opacho seemed very worried.

 

“I…Ivy is just like that sometimes…” I sighed again, and I couldn't get the image out of my head of Ivy curled up on her bed crying. “Tears don't suit such a beauty…”

 

“What?” Opacho hadn't heard my last statement.

 

“Nothing. Let's get back to camp; it's not very far…Opacho?” I looked back at the small boy who had stopped in his tracks. He had a glassy look in his eyes.

 

He suddenly snapped to attention when I called his name. “Sorry Master Hao.”

 

“A premonition?” Opacho was always having premonitions. It was one of his shamanic abilities.

 

“Yes.” He nodded as he quickened his pace. I had to jog to keep up with him.

 

“About…?” I pressed. Opacho increased his pace dramatically as the tents came into view.

 

“NOTHING!!” Opacho broke into a flat out run. I stopped trying to keep up with him, and slowed down to a lazy walk. Opacho obviously didn't want me to know. I watched as he ran off screaming “LUCA!!! LUCA!!” at the top of his lungs.

 

Opacho had rushed into Luca's tent, and I could tell they were just wrapping up the conversation as I walked in. I only heard Opacho say, “Should we tell him?”

 

“Tell me what?” I leaned on the doorframe of Luca's tent looking infinitely cool, I'm sure.

 

“NOTHING!!” Luca shrieked like a woman. “Ahem…nothing Master Hao.”

 

“Right. I'm going for a walk.” I rolled my eyes at their little secrets as I sauntered off into the rain.

 

As I walked away, I could have sworn I heard Luca mumble, “Do you think Ivy will be cruel enough to invite him?” but I didn't hear anything after that.

 

“No…Ivy won't tell him until after the honeymoon.”

 

I didn't quite know where I was walking to, but I just felt that I needed to walk. I'm sure you have all had that feeling before. I found myself standing on the edge of a cliff watching the gloomy clouds shift. Grey, black, and navy blue clouds.

 

I loved how I could tell Ivy's mood by the weather. I hated the rain. I hated seeing her cry. I hated more was knowing she was crying and not being able to do anything about it. Ivy didn't deserve to cry. Tears had no place in her eyes. She was too beautiful to weep.

 

The storm was quickly fading, but the winds were picking up. The sky remained an ugly blackish/gray color; symbolizing Ivy's mood, but the rain was stopping.

 

“Cried yourself out did you?” I smiled gently at my precious fiancée. As the rain abated, several drops landed on my lips as if to kiss me softly. “Ivy…”

 

“Ivy!” I snapped awake when my name was called. I quickly sat up in bed. Suddenly my head collided with something hovering directly above me. My lips came to rest rather forcibly on another pair. My eyes flickered open, and they were met by two golden ones. I pulled back in terror. “Ohmigod!!! REN!!!!!!”

 

Ren had a horror-struck look on his face. His eye was twitching, and a bright red color painted his cheeks. His mouth hung half open in shock, and I could see a faint shade of bright red lipstick smudged on his lips. The lipstick was the same color that I used.

 

“Oh. My. GOD!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed.

 

Ren snapped to attention and started wiping off his lips in disgust. “Disgusting! Revolting! Repulsive! Sickening! Ghastly! Filthy! Repelling! Horrible! Sordid! Nauseating!!!”

 

“I think I'm gonna barf!!” I added, searching the room for some mouthwash.

 

“This is all your fault!” Ren glared, his hair growing a few inches.

 

“Me?! You're the one who kissed me!!” I growled back, getting up in his face.

 

“Why would I kiss you?!” He cried, enraged by the idea. “I'm not one for incest!”

 

“Neither am I!!” I shrieked back. “What did you come in here for anyway?!” I finished wiping off my lips.

 

“I came in here to check up on my innocent little sister! Not to exchange saliva with a flirty little slut!” I glared at Ren, and his tone changed to the calm, indifferent one that I had grown up with. “Anna announced the marriage plans at breakfast. I was wondering how you feel about them.”

 

“Oh.” I looked away from him and gaze expectantly at my balcony, like I was waiting for someone to come through it any minute. I scooted over on my bed to make more room for Ren to sit down. “I'm happy.” I stated with little to no emotion in my voice.

 

Ren glared at me as I picked up Hao's poncho absent-mindedly and hugged it close to me. I hadn't looked away from the balcony doors the entire time.

 

“I see.” Ren took me by the chin, and turned my head to face him. “You don't look very happy. Why the swollen, puffy eyes? It looks like you've been crying.

 

“Tears of joy.” I added a sad smile to my unfeeling voice.

 

“The sky looks rather sad for you to be crying tears of joy. If you were indeed crying happily, wouldn't the sun be shinning brightly and rain be falling gently? You know, sunspots?” Ren's eyes wondered my face for any slight incriminating changes.

 

I made sure that there were none. “I don't know what you're talking about.” I calmly stated, turning my gaze away from him.

 

“Stop it Judo. Try your hardest to hide it, but my little sister is as readable as a book to me. Don't you want to marry Yoh?”

 

“Of course I do!” I snapped angrily. “I love Yoh, and I don't think I could do any better for a husband!”

 

Ren smirked mildly at me. “What about Hao?”

 

“I hate his guts! How dare you even suggest that perverted jerk!!” I didn't notice that as I said how much I hated him, I had hugged his cloak even tighter to myself.

 

Ren however did notice, and spared no expense teasing me for it. “If you hate him so much, what's up with that?” He pointed to the poncho.

 

It took me a minute to realize what he meant, but when I did I threw the poncho away from me in disgust. Somehow I couldn't help but throw a few glances back at the poor abused cloak.

 

Ren stifled a laugh. “It's okay.” He handed Hao's cloak back to me and I hugged it close again. “So this is about Hao.”

 

“Yes, this is about Hao! It's always been about Hao! It will always be about Hao! Even after I'm dead, it'll be about Hao! How could it not be about Hao?!” I broke down in a fresh batch of tears.

 

Ren gathered me up in his arms, and held me while I cried. “Tell me about it.”

 

“I love him. I've tried over and over to deny it, but I just can't…even when I hate him, I love him! I can't stop thinking about him, and it's driving me insane! I love his smile, I love his voice, I love his hair, his face, his eyes, his mouth, his body, everything! I love the way he stares at me; I love the way he teases me. I love his laugh, and it breaks my heart to see him cry. I don't want to see him dead over something as silly as me…I don't want to hurt him, but…”

 

I couldn't go on; the tears were falling heavily now, and another storm was blowing outside. “Well, doesn't Yoh have all of the things you want from Hao?” Ren tried to help.

 

“Yes…you're right. He does.” Yoh wasn't exactly like Hao, but it was pretty close.

 

“All right then. What makes Yoh different from Hao?” Ren continued.

 

“Hao lies to me a lot…he used me…he tricked me into loving him in the first place. Yoh wouldn't do that to me. Yoh would never be cruel…Yoh won't ever hurt me…” Suddenly I came to a decision. “Oh. My. GOD. I can't see why I didn't see this before!” The storm stopped abruptly, and the sun shone brightly in the sky.

 

“Ummm…what exactly did you not see before?” Ren raised an eyebrow suspiciously at me.

 

“I'm going to marry Yoh!” I bounced happily off of the bed, and stuffed Hao's poncho into one of my suitcases. “Yoh is perfect for me! There's no use crying over Hao when I can have Yoh tear-free!”

 

“Pure Judo logic…” Ren mumbled.

 

“Thank you soooo much Lenny!” I hugged my big brother, almost choking him.

 

“Don't you dare call me that!!” Ren called after my retreating back, but I was already out of the room, and didn't hear him.

 

I rushed to the bathroom to dry my eyes and wash up. It was twelve o'clock, and I was getting married to the man of my dreams in twenty-four hours.