H o s h i - g a - H o s h i i - d e s u
"I want the stars"
Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King.
A/N: The title of this fic is "Hoshi ga Hoshii desu" which means something along the lines of "I want the stars." Hoshi translates to "star" and "hoshii" translates to "want" or "desire." Well, so guess who this fic is about? Asakura Hao of course.
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This fic is set after the end of the anime series, so beware of SPOILERS. This fic doesn't follow the manga, but I do take some tidbits from the manga as well.
SUMMARY: "I want the stars"--An amnesic Hao only remembers that the word "Hoshi" is special to him. Found unconscious in America, Hao takes on the name of Hoshi and eventually returns to Japan. This is Hao's story after the anime.
chapter 1: pitch black
Except for the few dots of light in the darkness, it was pitch black.
He closed his eyes and opened them, but all he could see was...darkness. There wasn't anything but darkness and those dots of wavering light. He could barely see those dots of light anyway. They were so tiny. So tiny...
What were they called again? Hoshi? Stars?
He wanted to laugh, but he found that he couldn't. He couldn't laugh because he couldn't open his mouth. He tried to touch his mouth, but he couldn't do that either. He couldn't raise his hand to his mouth. He tried to look at something other than the darkness, but he couldn't turn his head.
That was all that he could do. Blink.
He couldn't move at all.
He took a deep breath and felt his eyes closing against his will.
The wind gently played with the boy, caressing his face as he fell into unconsciousness.
Wet and cool.
His fingers twitched.
His eyelids fluttered.
"Kaachan! He's waking up."
Slowly, he opened his eyes, wincing when the bright sunlight blinded him. The cool cloth placed over his forehead fell when he turned his head away from the brightness.
His blurred vision focused on the source of the voice. A young boy. The young boy bounced up when his mother entered the room.
"You're finally awake," noted the woman. She was probably in her thirties or forties. She was the type that blended in, the type that didn't attract much attention. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she did have warm eyes.
The woman continued.
"I found you on the ground this morning. You were unconscious." The woman shook her head. "I'm surprised you're okay right now. You could have easily become sick, falling unconscious outside on a cold night."
She stopped talking.
The silence seemed to suggest that he was supposed to answer her implied question--Why was he unconscious?
He stayed silent though.
The woman frowned and decided that she had to ask.
"Why were you outside? Unconscious as well?"
He shook his head.
"You don't want to tell me?" The woman sighed. "Well, if that's the case, I guess it's fine...but I'm worried about you. Why were you outside all alone?"
He shook his head again.
The woman frowned again. "I can't understand what you mean if all you do is shake your head. But never mind. As I've said before, it's fine if you don't want to tell me. After all, we are strangers."
The little boy, who was silent until now, suddenly cut into the conversation. Unable to contain his eagerness anymore, he exclaimed, "My name is Tsuki. Now that you know my name, we aren't strangers anymore!" He beamed and pointed at his mom. "This is my 'kaachan. Her name's Sora." The little boy jumped up and down. "What's your name?"
What's your name?
What's your name?
What's your name?
The little boy's eager question echoed within his head. What's your name? Colors flashed through his mind. A blinding light and then pitch black. What's your name? The question vibrated in his head. Darkness swirled around. Only darkness. The rest...he couldn't remember. All he remembered was the darkness. The blinding light and then the darkness. The rest was blank. His mind was a blank slate.
The little boy became impatient. "Can't you even tell me your name?"
Blank. All blank. He couldn't remember anything. He couldn't remember the reason he was unconscious, nor could he remember his appearance. He couldn't remember his name either. But he did have a feeling that his name started with an "H." Other than that, all he remembered was the darkness.
There wasn't anything but darkness and those dots of wavering light.
Yes...there were those dots of wavering light that he could barely see.
He glanced at the little boy. His lips parted.
"Hoshi. My name is Hoshi."
to be continued
Definitions of the names:
tsuki – moon
sora – sky
hoshi – star
next chapter: my name is hoshi
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(March 28th 2007: I'm in the process of adding all the line breaks that ffnet removed back in, so please bear with me! I'm also making some grammatical edits as I'm rereading. Nothing major that will change the story.)