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+S to Z › Shaman King
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,697
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Shaman King, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
One Soul Chapter 3
AN Thank you so much for the reviews!! After reading CrimsonButterfly's review I felt liek a total whiner so i promise that i'll go and read your story and review it for you!! ^^ Damn, i haven't read a fanfic in at least three months...that sucks. got limited time on my computer *sobs*
Recap:
And then came something that not a single one of them had expected, alive or dead.
Yoh jumped to his feet, tears in his eyes, lips quivering and screamed just as loudly back, “You don’t understand! How could you? Even I don’t understand so don’t you dare judge me, don’t you dare! I’m just fucking confused!” On the last word his voice broke. His voice was so full of pain and open despair that even Mikehisa stopped in his tracks.
They all watched with more horror than all of the days’ events combined had inspired, their very minds’ stopped, their bodies’ numb as Yoh sprinted away with a scared-looking Amidamaru following closely behind.
Oh, Jesus.
As the teen sprinted away, mind in turmoil, his very nerves confused, he felt an alien presence brush against his consciousness. It was not threatening, it gently probed, begging entrance. Yoh was so shocked that he almost forgot to keep running. Almost.
He could sense that the other consciousness was linked to himself in some way, it felt familiar, but could not come to any conclusions.
Yoh decided to allow the other being into his mind as he skidded around the corner of the cliff and then around again into a dark cave so that he was facing the way that he had came from again. If the being meant harm it would have forced its’ way into his mind and would not be so gentle with him. Crouched in the damp and dark, all his pent-up emotions were forgotten as the new distraction fuelled his curiosity.
He flashed an uncertain smile at Amidamaru, who was hovering at his side and looked like he thought he ought to say something comforting or wise or just generally helpful. Yoh touched a long finger to his lips.
Returning his attention to the alien presence, he slowly lifted the barriers around his mind and allowed the consciousness to seep in.
This other mind was vast and ancient. There was a certain nobility about it, yet it was passionate too. It sought vengeance for some awful crime. Melancholy. But most of all, it craved power: it liked to be in control.
‘Yoh.’ He started. It was Zeke’s voice.
‘Zeke?’
‘Yes. Listen to me, Yoh. I need you to trust me, do you?’ Yoh thought about that. He was unconsciously aware that Zeke, because he was inside his mind, could tell what he was thinking; as much a part of him as he was.
He decided that he did trust Zeke. He had always been there for him when he really needed it; like when he had gotten into a fight with a nasty spirit and Zeke had stepped in and then healed his near-fatal wounds. Or when he had been drinking in an attempt to forget how rejected he felt when his father treated him more like a project than his son; Zeke had watched over him and protected him. Or when he had so sad and disappointed with his life that he had all bit given up; Zeke had been there. To pick him up and lick his wounds. No-one else knew that.
So—yes, he did trust this murderer, this madman, this lonely god, this wonderful creature, with his life.
As he reached this decision he felt Zeke’s consciousness emanate warmth, happiness and gratitude. Yoh had always been the only person that Zeke had ever shown a soft side to, but, even knowing this, Yoh wasn’t quite prepared for the intensity of his pleasure.
Yoh found himself beaming with Zeke’s happiness before he hastily rearranged his features. Their two minds were completely merged and all of Zeke’s memories and thoughts, hopes and desires, were now his own and vice-versa. It startled him, the control that they had over each other, and he was tempted to retreat back behind his own mental barriers. He knew that Zeke would not stop him even though he had the power to, for he could see, here inside their united minds, that Zeke would never ever hurt him and would do ANYTHING do make him happy.
But before he could make a decision Zeke’s mind enveloped his own even more, like a soft, strong blanket. His mind caressed his own, soothing and holding him tightly while giving off waves of hurt. ‘You do not like being united with me?’
‘I do’, his own voice was but a whisper. Zeke was so strong, powerful, and yet he loved him. He could crush him in a heartbeat, could make him do anything, anything at all. The feeling of being so helpless, so completely at his mercy made him breathless. He liked the idea of following Zeke’s orders, of being his slave…it turned him on and he didn’t know why. Such thoughts surprised him, he tried to hide them from his counterpart, but it was too late.
‘Really?’ Zeke sounded delighted, ‘I will have to remember that…’ Zeke must have felt his blush, because he continued to soothe him and rock him. ‘Don’t worry, my love, and do not be ashamed or embarrassed. Not with me. I love you.’ Yoh felt his tender love wash over him, and felt safe.
He was glad that he had said that he loved him, even though he knew that he did, it was nice to hear it.
It stirred something within him; a memory; an experience; a legend?
AN Thank you so much for the reviews!! After reading CrimsonButterfly's review I felt liek a total whiner so i promise that i'll go and read your story and review it for you!! ^^ Damn, i haven't read a fanfic in at least three months...that sucks. got limited time on my computer *sobs*
Recap:
And then came something that not a single one of them had expected, alive or dead.
Yoh jumped to his feet, tears in his eyes, lips quivering and screamed just as loudly back, “You don’t understand! How could you? Even I don’t understand so don’t you dare judge me, don’t you dare! I’m just fucking confused!” On the last word his voice broke. His voice was so full of pain and open despair that even Mikehisa stopped in his tracks.
They all watched with more horror than all of the days’ events combined had inspired, their very minds’ stopped, their bodies’ numb as Yoh sprinted away with a scared-looking Amidamaru following closely behind.
Oh, Jesus.
As the teen sprinted away, mind in turmoil, his very nerves confused, he felt an alien presence brush against his consciousness. It was not threatening, it gently probed, begging entrance. Yoh was so shocked that he almost forgot to keep running. Almost.
He could sense that the other consciousness was linked to himself in some way, it felt familiar, but could not come to any conclusions.
Yoh decided to allow the other being into his mind as he skidded around the corner of the cliff and then around again into a dark cave so that he was facing the way that he had came from again. If the being meant harm it would have forced its’ way into his mind and would not be so gentle with him. Crouched in the damp and dark, all his pent-up emotions were forgotten as the new distraction fuelled his curiosity.
He flashed an uncertain smile at Amidamaru, who was hovering at his side and looked like he thought he ought to say something comforting or wise or just generally helpful. Yoh touched a long finger to his lips.
Returning his attention to the alien presence, he slowly lifted the barriers around his mind and allowed the consciousness to seep in.
This other mind was vast and ancient. There was a certain nobility about it, yet it was passionate too. It sought vengeance for some awful crime. Melancholy. But most of all, it craved power: it liked to be in control.
‘Yoh.’ He started. It was Zeke’s voice.
‘Zeke?’
‘Yes. Listen to me, Yoh. I need you to trust me, do you?’ Yoh thought about that. He was unconsciously aware that Zeke, because he was inside his mind, could tell what he was thinking; as much a part of him as he was.
He decided that he did trust Zeke. He had always been there for him when he really needed it; like when he had gotten into a fight with a nasty spirit and Zeke had stepped in and then healed his near-fatal wounds. Or when he had been drinking in an attempt to forget how rejected he felt when his father treated him more like a project than his son; Zeke had watched over him and protected him. Or when he had so sad and disappointed with his life that he had all bit given up; Zeke had been there. To pick him up and lick his wounds. No-one else knew that.
So—yes, he did trust this murderer, this madman, this lonely god, this wonderful creature, with his life.
As he reached this decision he felt Zeke’s consciousness emanate warmth, happiness and gratitude. Yoh had always been the only person that Zeke had ever shown a soft side to, but, even knowing this, Yoh wasn’t quite prepared for the intensity of his pleasure.
Yoh found himself beaming with Zeke’s happiness before he hastily rearranged his features. Their two minds were completely merged and all of Zeke’s memories and thoughts, hopes and desires, were now his own and vice-versa. It startled him, the control that they had over each other, and he was tempted to retreat back behind his own mental barriers. He knew that Zeke would not stop him even though he had the power to, for he could see, here inside their united minds, that Zeke would never ever hurt him and would do ANYTHING do make him happy.
But before he could make a decision Zeke’s mind enveloped his own even more, like a soft, strong blanket. His mind caressed his own, soothing and holding him tightly while giving off waves of hurt. ‘You do not like being united with me?’
‘I do’, his own voice was but a whisper. Zeke was so strong, powerful, and yet he loved him. He could crush him in a heartbeat, could make him do anything, anything at all. The feeling of being so helpless, so completely at his mercy made him breathless. He liked the idea of following Zeke’s orders, of being his slave…it turned him on and he didn’t know why. Such thoughts surprised him, he tried to hide them from his counterpart, but it was too late.
‘Really?’ Zeke sounded delighted, ‘I will have to remember that…’ Zeke must have felt his blush, because he continued to soothe him and rock him. ‘Don’t worry, my love, and do not be ashamed or embarrassed. Not with me. I love you.’ Yoh felt his tender love wash over him, and felt safe.
He was glad that he had said that he loved him, even though he knew that he did, it was nice to hear it.
It stirred something within him; a memory; an experience; a legend?