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tarigwaemirLowell House, on the Feast of St. Francis Xavier
::mock gasp of shock:: Wait, is this...almost het? I do believe it is! Yay, I think I managed to break free of gen!
Er, thematically, the drabble's a little disjointed. Also, I assumed that Anna was an orphan (she was adopted by Yoh's grandmother, so that means her parents are dead, right?). But it may have been an assumption I picked up from the two or three Shaman King fics I've read, rather than actual confirmation from the chapters I've read so far. Hopefully, the drabble works. >_>
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tokyofish
Written for the interest "watermelons" (heh, sorry, I keep seeing "She-Who-Eats-Watermelons" and get hungry...)
Anna sits outside the door, her back stiffly straight, her legs crossed at the ankles. She wears a plain white kimono, the cotton worn and soft, and her damp hair has curled in wet tangles about her shoulders. In her hands, she holds a slice of watermelon and primly spits out seeds into the bowl beside her. She is nine years old.
Next to her, Yoh sprawls out his legs as he looks up at the cloudless sky, a pale watercolor blue like the tube in his paintbox. He imagines painting the sky every night with broad sweeps of his paintbrush, and he yawns, the sweet sticky juice of melon running down his chin. He ignores the ghosts giving coy but longing glances at the platter of fruit behind him.
"When do you go back?" he asks, turning his head.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Already? But I don't want to go back to training so soon," he says without thinking, then cringes, waiting for the inevitable slap.
But she hasn't moved at all, her hands frozen in air, holding the half-eaten slice of watermelon. Her eyes are looking somewhere very far away, he thinks. Who is she speaking to? He leans back, half-listening to the faint buzz of whispering ghosts, the chirps of the late afternoon cicadas.
"Yesterday," she says, in a voice so quiet he can barely hear it, "I spoke to my parents."
He shifts imperceptibly closer. "What did you say to them?"
"I asked for their blessing," she says, scowling. She takes a large bite out of her watermelon and just as fiercely spits out three more seeds into the bowl. She looks up to find Yoh smiling at her, his half-closed eyes cheerful, young, and perhaps a little silly, and she bites her lip to stop herself from smiling shyly back.
END
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::mock gasp of shock:: Wait, is this...almost het? I do believe it is! Yay, I think I managed to break free of gen!
Er, thematically, the drabble's a little disjointed. Also, I assumed that Anna was an orphan (she was adopted by Yoh's grandmother, so that means her parents are dead, right?). But it may have been an assumption I picked up from the two or three Shaman King fics I've read, rather than actual confirmation from the chapters I've read so far. Hopefully, the drabble works. >_>
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tokyofishWritten for the interest "watermelons" (heh, sorry, I keep seeing "She-Who-Eats-Watermelons" and get hungry...)
Anna sits outside the door, her back stiffly straight, her legs crossed at the ankles. She wears a plain white kimono, the cotton worn and soft, and her damp hair has curled in wet tangles about her shoulders. In her hands, she holds a slice of watermelon and primly spits out seeds into the bowl beside her. She is nine years old.
Next to her, Yoh sprawls out his legs as he looks up at the cloudless sky, a pale watercolor blue like the tube in his paintbox. He imagines painting the sky every night with broad sweeps of his paintbrush, and he yawns, the sweet sticky juice of melon running down his chin. He ignores the ghosts giving coy but longing glances at the platter of fruit behind him.
"When do you go back?" he asks, turning his head.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Already? But I don't want to go back to training so soon," he says without thinking, then cringes, waiting for the inevitable slap.
But she hasn't moved at all, her hands frozen in air, holding the half-eaten slice of watermelon. Her eyes are looking somewhere very far away, he thinks. Who is she speaking to? He leans back, half-listening to the faint buzz of whispering ghosts, the chirps of the late afternoon cicadas.
"Yesterday," she says, in a voice so quiet he can barely hear it, "I spoke to my parents."
He shifts imperceptibly closer. "What did you say to them?"
"I asked for their blessing," she says, scowling. She takes a large bite out of her watermelon and just as fiercely spits out three more seeds into the bowl. She looks up to find Yoh smiling at her, his half-closed eyes cheerful, young, and perhaps a little silly, and she bites her lip to stop herself from smiling shyly back.
END
Yours &c.
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Date: 2004-11-13 05:11 pm (UTC)And these really ARE a few of my favorite things!!! <3333
THANK YOUUUU!!!!!!
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Date: 2004-11-15 04:46 am (UTC)Volumes 19 and 20 go into the Yoh/Anna backstory, but Anna's background is never explained, though from Kino's comment about her past being "filled with blood omg", one could infer that it was pretty bad (either that or Kino has a hidden sense of drama). XD I think most of us assume they're either dead or they abandoned her, because it'd fit what we know/see of Anna? But I think your vignette works as a possiblity, like, what if she had parents. XD;;
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Date: 2004-11-15 01:23 pm (UTC)"Filled with blood"? ::is curious:: Heh, now I really wish #manga-rain would hurry up with their scanslations. XD I wrote the vignette based on the assumption that her parents were dead, so that she could summon their spirits and make her peace with them, etc., but I wasn't sure if she had been just abandoned or really was an orphan.
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