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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,699
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24
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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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 4
Hey okay i am so sorry guys i know i havent updated in three million years but i've just not had the drive to write...But now i do! So here you are now im off to read some fanfiction (GO CRIMSON BUTTERLY!!!!!!!!! *___*)
One Soul Chapter 4
Recap:
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?
‘Yes! You feel it, don’t you? You just need a little push in the right direction… I am going to share with you an old, old memory of mine, from when I was born for the first time, one and a half thousand years ago. When I was still whole and when I was truly happy, even if I did not know it then.
‘You shall experience the memory as I did then, so you shall have to leave your body. You will be completely in my power—do you trust me enough to do that?’
Yoh knew that it was an actual question, not rhetorical. Zeke needed him, needed his approval, and it felt incredible. How could he have such an influence over him?
‘I trust you with my life, my heart, and my soul; do with me as you wish.’ He felt Zeke’s relief and wonderment with his answer. He basked in the rush of affection Zeke felt for him.
‘Alright, Yoh. Tell Amidamaru what is happening so that he does not worry. So, keeping the mental link between them intact, Yoh said aloud, “Do not worry, Amidamaru. I am going on a spiritual journey. I am in no danger and will be back soon.”
He smiled, but what Yoh did not know was that when he spoke Amidamaru heard two voices; Yoh’s and Zeke’s together.
“Emmm…Al-alright, Yoh. I will protect you.”
“Thanks, buddy.”
He felt himself detach from any physical being for an immeasurable moment; and then he knew that he was now in Zeke’s body, his soul sheltered there. It was beautiful being so close to the boy that he loved, their very souls brushing against each other’s… It felt so right.
As he rejoiced he felt all Zeke’s spiritual energy all around him reflect his feelings back at him.
He felt Zeke’s legs, his back, his finger-tips, his chest, as if they were his own. His twin was very muscular, not an ounce of fat on him. He himself was much more sleek, more toned than muscular, and elegant. But Zeke, though not overly-muscular as to be unattractive, was far more powerful than himself.
He was topless, sitting on a bed. The windows were open and the cool breeze caressed his alabaster skin, making his pink nipples firm (AN: omfg I can’t believe I wrote that!!!).
Yoh mentally shivered, longing for his twin.
A soft smile graced his lip’s at Yoh’s thoughts. ‘All in good time, my brother.’
‘But, Zeke, we are brothers—twins—how can we be together? Our father saw the way that we looked at each other—her was disgusted! And now that I know that we are close family…and still, I cannot help but love you and feel…l-lust, for you.’
‘I know, Yoh,’ Yoh liked the way that he used his name, ‘but what you are about to experience will explain all. Let me show you…’
Zeke pushed a memory towards him, a clot of energy. Yoh reached out to it with his consciousness. As he drew closer he felt his mind being pulled towards something, a point. He panicked and began to fight the current, but then Zeke stilled him, ‘Stop. Go with it.’
He obeyed in reflex.
He felt the memory consume him…
He is sitting in a field of tall, gold barley. The breeze is warm and flicks his hair with invisible fingers. He pushes it out of his face. His fingers brush against high cheekbones, a noble brow.
Yoh feels something stir inside of him again. It is connected to this memory, he knows, and he feels like he has already experienced this.
The wind stirs the barley.
And he remembers.
Fifteen year’s worth of memories came back to him in a rush as Zeke pulled him carefully back into his body and Yoh was glad of the shelter.
Neither of them say anything for a while as Yoh digests what he had rediscovered. Then, ‘Yoh?’
‘Yes, my love?’
‘You remember now?’ Zeke’s voice was tentative and sorrowful and hopeful.
‘I remember.’
He remembered that one and a half thousand years ago he had been called Zeke Asakura. He remembered that, when he was fifteen years old, an evil Seer had ripped his soul in two and then trapped half of it, captured it and smothered it with torture and the loneliness.
He remembered one and a half years of grief at having been torn from himself, how he had watched over his other half; helping and helpless.
He remembered how his spirit had been crushed so small that he hadn’t been sure of his own existence, let alone his sanity. But then there was the light and he was free and unsure but divine.
How had that happened? Who had saved him?
He had rejoiced as he felt his spirit being poured into a new body, the feeling, how he filled it full up.
He remembered recognising his other half, curled around him. Loving him.
And then, he knew that with his new life, his old memories had been locked away and forgotten. But always, always he would recognise the other half of his soul, yearn for him.
‘Zeke…I am your slave forever.’
‘And I am yours.’
There was a lull where their minds just loved each other and basked in the other’s closeness. But then, ‘You must leave now, but know that I will always watch over you and protect you, my sweet one.’
Yoh felt himself drifting back to his body, drifting back to reality. He wished he could stave off the harshness and responsibility of being, and remain so close to his peace, his other half.
One Soul Chapter 4
Recap:
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?
‘Yes! You feel it, don’t you? You just need a little push in the right direction… I am going to share with you an old, old memory of mine, from when I was born for the first time, one and a half thousand years ago. When I was still whole and when I was truly happy, even if I did not know it then.
‘You shall experience the memory as I did then, so you shall have to leave your body. You will be completely in my power—do you trust me enough to do that?’
Yoh knew that it was an actual question, not rhetorical. Zeke needed him, needed his approval, and it felt incredible. How could he have such an influence over him?
‘I trust you with my life, my heart, and my soul; do with me as you wish.’ He felt Zeke’s relief and wonderment with his answer. He basked in the rush of affection Zeke felt for him.
‘Alright, Yoh. Tell Amidamaru what is happening so that he does not worry. So, keeping the mental link between them intact, Yoh said aloud, “Do not worry, Amidamaru. I am going on a spiritual journey. I am in no danger and will be back soon.”
He smiled, but what Yoh did not know was that when he spoke Amidamaru heard two voices; Yoh’s and Zeke’s together.
“Emmm…Al-alright, Yoh. I will protect you.”
“Thanks, buddy.”
He felt himself detach from any physical being for an immeasurable moment; and then he knew that he was now in Zeke’s body, his soul sheltered there. It was beautiful being so close to the boy that he loved, their very souls brushing against each other’s… It felt so right.
As he rejoiced he felt all Zeke’s spiritual energy all around him reflect his feelings back at him.
He felt Zeke’s legs, his back, his finger-tips, his chest, as if they were his own. His twin was very muscular, not an ounce of fat on him. He himself was much more sleek, more toned than muscular, and elegant. But Zeke, though not overly-muscular as to be unattractive, was far more powerful than himself.
He was topless, sitting on a bed. The windows were open and the cool breeze caressed his alabaster skin, making his pink nipples firm (AN: omfg I can’t believe I wrote that!!!).
Yoh mentally shivered, longing for his twin.
A soft smile graced his lip’s at Yoh’s thoughts. ‘All in good time, my brother.’
‘But, Zeke, we are brothers—twins—how can we be together? Our father saw the way that we looked at each other—her was disgusted! And now that I know that we are close family…and still, I cannot help but love you and feel…l-lust, for you.’
‘I know, Yoh,’ Yoh liked the way that he used his name, ‘but what you are about to experience will explain all. Let me show you…’
Zeke pushed a memory towards him, a clot of energy. Yoh reached out to it with his consciousness. As he drew closer he felt his mind being pulled towards something, a point. He panicked and began to fight the current, but then Zeke stilled him, ‘Stop. Go with it.’
He obeyed in reflex.
He felt the memory consume him…
He is sitting in a field of tall, gold barley. The breeze is warm and flicks his hair with invisible fingers. He pushes it out of his face. His fingers brush against high cheekbones, a noble brow.
Yoh feels something stir inside of him again. It is connected to this memory, he knows, and he feels like he has already experienced this.
The wind stirs the barley.
And he remembers.
Fifteen year’s worth of memories came back to him in a rush as Zeke pulled him carefully back into his body and Yoh was glad of the shelter.
Neither of them say anything for a while as Yoh digests what he had rediscovered. Then, ‘Yoh?’
‘Yes, my love?’
‘You remember now?’ Zeke’s voice was tentative and sorrowful and hopeful.
‘I remember.’
He remembered that one and a half thousand years ago he had been called Zeke Asakura. He remembered that, when he was fifteen years old, an evil Seer had ripped his soul in two and then trapped half of it, captured it and smothered it with torture and the loneliness.
He remembered one and a half years of grief at having been torn from himself, how he had watched over his other half; helping and helpless.
He remembered how his spirit had been crushed so small that he hadn’t been sure of his own existence, let alone his sanity. But then there was the light and he was free and unsure but divine.
How had that happened? Who had saved him?
He had rejoiced as he felt his spirit being poured into a new body, the feeling, how he filled it full up.
He remembered recognising his other half, curled around him. Loving him.
And then, he knew that with his new life, his old memories had been locked away and forgotten. But always, always he would recognise the other half of his soul, yearn for him.
‘Zeke…I am your slave forever.’
‘And I am yours.’
There was a lull where their minds just loved each other and basked in the other’s closeness. But then, ‘You must leave now, but know that I will always watch over you and protect you, my sweet one.’
Yoh felt himself drifting back to his body, drifting back to reality. He wished he could stave off the harshness and responsibility of being, and remain so close to his peace, his other half.