Shaman King Fan Fiction ❯ Love Me Once ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 6 )

No, I don't own them. I just love them. Please don't sue me. I don't even own this computer.

The light blinded her as her eyes fluttered to the first rays of sunshine burst through her window. She blinked several times before she realized where she was. Back in her room, the next day. The night was over and everything she didn't truly understand, but hoped to achieve had all fallen apart. She could vaguely remember the night before. Yoh's strange actions had left her confused as ever. Now, not only was she a besotted fool, she was a confused one too. 'How odd,' she thought. She didn't usually act this way. But, she supposed that's how people in love act.

She sat up on the bed to get up. Her arms stretched out above her and she let out a loud yawn, before clumsily stumbling out of the bed. She slipped into a conveniently placed pair of slippers and made her way out of the door towards the bathroom. As her sleepy body trudged along the hallway, she bumped into a definitely male body.

"Yoh," she said coolly.

"Anna," he replied.

Nothing else was spoken between them, but their eyes said a lot. His eyes still spoke of a predator hunting his prey. She shrugged and turned to make her way around him, still holding her control together. It was all she could do not to fling herself at his body and pull him down to have her way with him. His hand grabbed her arm suddenly, and pulled her around towards him. He grinned cheekily.

"Good morning," he said while pushing back his wild brown hair.

"Yoh, I have to go to the bathroom."

He stared down at her.

"Right."

And that was all that was said between them for the past couple of days.

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Yoh lay against the comfortable pillows in his bedroom. He hadn't expected what would happen after the incident a couple of days ago. That's what he'd began calling it in his head, anyway. They hadn't really spoken. No one except her, him, and that Karsha guy knew what happened on her so-called `date.' He'd finally figured out that he was acting irrationally that night and of course, she had to be lying about that date. Not that he's trying to be offensive or something, it's just that she'd never seemed that social before. When they were in the halls at school, he'd never seen her speak to many people. Well, he never noticed anyhow. They hadn't really been friendly at school. Everyone would be surprised that his silent fiancée even knew who he was.

He propped his arms behind him and smirked. 'If they only knew,' he thought. They didn't really know who Yoh and Anna were, just who they saw. Just as they didn't know of the long line of Shamans.. or Itako. Or of ghosts, and spirits, and the tournaments he took part in. A short laugh escaped him. They only see with their eyes. His smirk faltered a bit. Would he even have noticed Anna if he were like them? What if he hadn't been so connected with her family? Suppose there really were no ghosts or. Or anything that brought his life together. What would it be like then? What kind of person would he be? He knew that he only became so worry-free because of all the trouble he's been through and all the help he got from spirits who've faced that problem and helped him overcome it by merging with him. So, really. What kind of person would he be? He could imagine himself walking down the hallway, passing Anna by without a single glance. The thought made him shudder. What about Manta and Trey? Amidamaru? His whole life, his friendships.. they were made because of what he is today. But, if that never happened, nothing would be the same. If he weren't a shaman, he'd be alone.

He pushed himself off the bed. He stretched his lithe body, and shook as if releasing all of his problems. His smirk slowly began to edge it's way back on his face. He was glad of what he was. Plus, he knew that fate would lead him to his friendships with everyone, except possibly Amidamaru. But, still if he'd have to read any books about him, he'd probably worship the ghost. He'd know Anna too. She's quiet and doesn't socialize with many people, but her face and her hair were the topic of many boys' conversations. She was so pretty, that girls couldn't help but want to be her. So, the boys talked about her and occasionally through in a wannabe who they could probably score with. He'd heard people mention their names together. "Oh, Yoh and Anna would make a great couple, dontcha think?" and "Omigosh, Yoh totally looked at Anna. You think they're together? If they aren't they should be.. they would look so awesome, omigosh." He really never listened to that kind of talk, but he presumed that perhaps he'd at least make some sort of contact with her.

Speaking of contact. Him and Anna hadn't had much of that in awhile. He wished he knew what to say. Something had to have possessed him that night. He couldn't believe how jealous he acted. He remembered in great detail of his attitude, `my Anna,' this and talk of such `need' and `want'. He remembered the run home that night. Her body was so close, her smell so light and feathery. She bounced against him as he ran and held her. Her hair flung in his face when the wind blew fiercely and he had to resist his primitive urge to tug her head up to his face and take her lips against his hard and quick. He almost did, he thought he had that right. She was his, wasn't she? Who else's fiancée was she? No one's. That's what he thought. But, he came upon the house and instead of awakening her with a searing kiss; he went to her room and dropped her where she belonged. And that was in her bed, in this house with him. He didn't have a single thought as to what was going to happen next. He just fell in bed and had some rather intense dreams.

Those dreams. How incredibly confusing they were. First she was yelling wildly, looking like some cavewoman back in time. She looked so passionate in his dreams that soon he was seeing her as some sort of fallen angel. She'd become increasingly quieter and back away, as he'd come closer to her and reach. Her eyes would glare at him, just to remind him that she hadn't forgotten her fury. But still, he'd advance and she'd allow him to do so. His hands would grab her by the shoulders and somehow wind up twisting in her silky hair as he ravished her mouth. She would make these little sounds; these little pleading sounds that drove him to the brink of ecstasy. And then, she'd slowly fade away. She'd leave him there, all alone and slowly awaking from the pure bliss. All alone.

He strolled out of his room and down the hall. He had to talk to her. To make contact. These last few days, and even the days before, she'd allowed him to slack. Did she really not care if he made Shaman King? There were so many things that weren't said that he needed to hear.

He came up to her door and knocked sharply a few times. It was silent for a moment, but then he heard a mumbled curse and shuffling feet coming towards the door. The door swung open and she glared at him like she had in his dreams.

"What?" she snapped.

"I-I.. I'm hungry," he said. For some reason, he wasn't ready for that talk yet. The time when all of the feelings were confessed. He didn't know exactly what his feelings were right now. The point of coming to her door was totally wasted.

"Then go make yourself something to eat," she growled. "You're not an invalid and I'm not your servant. Gosh, you've been such a slacker. You should run to the store to get some fish and make dinner. I'm be expecting it."

He grinned. Trust him to think with his stomach.

(( Yeah. Peh. V__v; ))