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Midnight

Series: Shaman King

Word Count: 140

 

Something I scribbled in less than ten minutes. 

Edited, but will probably be edited again soon.

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She lies awake, absently touching the side of the futon where he should be. The faint ticking of the clock in the hallway is drowned out by so many strange sounds (stairs creaking, glasses tinkling --- the spirits bustle through the house as though it were morning).

 

She imagines him stumbling through the door, sheepish and deeply apologetic, and decides to think of something to say to him.

 

Preferably something painful.

 

(Tamao's face twisted with worry. Anna-sama, I summoned the spirits this morning and they told me Yoh-sama is--)

 

Her nails dig into the cushion.

 

Somewhere in the house a screen slides open, then closes.  (The noises do not calm down. It is not him.)

 

After a moment's hesitation, she sits up, letting the blankets pool at her feet, and reaches up to string the beads around her neck.

 

 

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