Back to Square One

Author’s note: The story is wholly done in the OC’s POV. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King, but if I had a trillion dollars, I’d buy it.

‘’- thoughts

“”- dialogue

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Chapter One: Prologue

“Hao-sama,” I muttered as I held a laminated photo of a cartoon, to be more precise, an anime character. Yes, his long, auburn hair, his deep, pitch-black eyes that always stared with an evil grin on his lips, his strong, broad body that hides in that highly fashionable poncho and baggy pants, and the way the fireballs in his hands illuminates his face, yes, he, Hao-sama, is my dream man. Well, as of now, ‘was’ my dream man. After all, Asakura Hao-sama is nothing more but a fictitious character created by the well-renowned Hiroyuki Takei.

“To think that I had actually dreamt of meeting him one day, I’m such an idiot,” I muttered silently. In the end, I had to muster up all of my courage to actually throw my collection of 183 laminated cards of Hao-sama… I have to stop saying –sama all the time. It’s almost time for me to enter college, and as someone who is aspiring to become a pediatrician someday, I willed myself to throw away my DVDs of the complete episodes of Shaman King, including Special Episode’s 1 to 3.

Well, that’s life.

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“Are you okay, Stella?” asked my friend Rena as we were walking to school that morning. I had cried so hard last night for throwing away all of my Hao collection, that my eyes were still a bit red and puffy, but right now, I’m already over it. No worries!

“I’m fine,” I replied cheerfully. “I just couldn’t get enough sleep,” I reasoned. Even if I hated lying to anyone, the situation was inevitable. I mean, what will Rena say to me if she found out I’m in love with a cartoon character.

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It has been two months now, and I’ve totally forgotten all about that Asakura Hao. Thanks to that, I’m even excelling in my studies! Thank you, self-control!

But something happened that day, something that I didn’t like at all. In fact, I even thought about rushing to the nearest mental rehabilitation center, but I didn’t anyway.

I was walking along the hallway that time, making my way to my Chemistry class. I missed one room. I mean, I entered the Biology Lab instead of the Chemistry Lab, which was about a room away. Of course, when I entered, no one was there. As I was about to turn around and leave, something caught my eye. I looked back in, and I saw a figure standing by the window. From that simple glance, I knew at once who that person was. That long auburn hair, that long poncho, and those big, round earrings. I knew, it was him. It really was him! But was it possible? Was it possible from me to see a 2D image standing by the window?

As I shook my head and disbelief and started to turn around, the figure actually talked to me. He didn’t face me, but he did say something to me.

“I thought that you were waiting for me all this time?” he said in that voice I knew too well. “Why will you not come to me?”

I froze, for he turned around and looked at me right in the eyes. I was right. It really was him, Asakura Hao. I almost cried, not of joy, but of fear. This was impossible. It just wasn’t right. It was just, mental!

I ran, I ran away as fast as I could from that room. In fact, I forgot all about my Chemistry class. It was just impossible.

God, help me…

Please R&R! This is my first FF, so bear with me.