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发表于 16-2-2011 16:15:00|来自：新加坡
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我女儿每天在网上忙着写这些东西。。。
A Shaman King fanfiction-I’m alive-
DISCLAINMER: I do not own any thing, all rights to Takei Hiroyuki
SUMMERY: Meet Hao, and his angst life. Nothing good happens in home, or school. Family is just a nuisance; school with his gang may not be too bad. Freaky things happen to this teenager when he was young. What thing? This boy never has a goal, or a will to live. This will be a bitter story of how one day he decided to do something about it, his life.
Please be lenient, my English might be not so good to you but I think it was good enough for a Chinese… yeah…
Please review and tell me how you feel about it, if possible please review for my other stories. (Another Ending and Hey, Anna, I love you)
This story is based on how I feel every day, how much I hate my life, how much I wish I could get away with it. So it is reflected on me, but at least I don’t have a sibling.
WARNING! IF YOU ARE A YOH-OBSESSE, THEN BETTER DON’T READ.
Hao’s POV.
Prologue: Days.
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How many days has it been already? Three? Or four?
I am Asakura Hao. I am a masochistic bastard. I have a horrendous family. I have naïve little brother, Yoh. I don’t understand why teachers and my family dote on him so much? He always acts without thinking how others felt! He always does selfish things like…Great, that stupid mom of mine calls.
“Hao, you better had finished your homework like your brother!”
“Leave me alone, bitch!”
“What did you say?”
“Oh, definitely nothing! Mother Maria!” I screwed my best innocent tune, it sounded pretty melodious, to me, at least.
“You come here and say it!” I stand up, infuriated. I pulled the door open and slammed it when I came out of the room.
“Wow! You look incredibly beautiful when you’re over-loaded with wrath! Stay like this, I’m gonna take a picture of you!” She’s definitely not going to show her angelic smile, she’s gonna go crazy like some mad women who had gone mad with jealousy.
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What? Not going to roar with rage?
She glared and went to Yoh’s bedroom. Later she’s definitely going to cry in Mikihisa’s arm and start to do their business, yuck! Adults’ world is complicated. There’s one night when I go to the toilet and heard their …speech of pleasure…yeah, and I almost submit to the temptation of peeking into their room as the door wasn’t totally closed and was left with a tiny hole just enough to watch the show. But I am definitely not as sick as you think.
Come to think, I had never really called him dad since grade 4, always a plain ‘Miki’ or ‘Hey’ will do.
As we were talking, my dear bratty little brother came, after hearing all the complains of me from that bitch.
“Bro, please do not cross mom like that” Bull shit! She thought her endearing Yoh could make me go, “I’m sorry, bitch mom, I promise not to make you angry again…”
HAHA LAUGH OUT MY ASS!
“It was not my fault that the bitch is PMSing!”
He snapped, as his fist was one inch away from my face, I caught his wrist skillfully, and then twist it with all my might.
“AAHHH!” He yelled in pain, face contorted in agony. You have no idea how much I love to see him like this. Hehe, I was grining in the dark.
“Stop! Hao, what did you do to Yoh?” That whore rushed out of the room, it seemed like she had been crying…I’m fighting the urge of bursting out of laughter and wake Miki up.
“Come, Yoh, let’s go to the hospital now!”
Pfft! Yeah right, it was eleven at night already and she decided to drive for two hours to get to the nearest hospital.
“Hurry up and go, take an x-ray and see if he had fractured his wrist!” I said with much delight.
“I won’t be surprised if it is!” She snarled.
She sure got the balls to snarl at me, that ugly whore. I gave her a middle finger in return.
Where are we now? Right, how many days has it been? I rolled up my sleeve and looked at the handiwork. Please don’t call me emo, it was just to release stress. Three…four….five, yeah five days had past and it healed quite well. I sauntered to the bath room with my favorite self-torture tool---the penknife. There it goes…Great, I had cut it a little too deep. Opps, it shot out. The wall is stained; at least the wall is black, not white. I pressed the wound tightly with a tower. Blood, lots of blood dripped down my wrist. I sat at the edge of the bathroom. Why am I keeping myself alive? I don’t have a goal, or will to stay alive…well, at least to my knowledge, if I die somehow, those guys around me will just feel happy. I won’t give them the satisfaction of me die. Yes, never. About in ten minutes time, it stopped bleeding. I quickly wash everything off and get my butt into my bed. I took a look at the masterpiece I had done. Beautiful, purely beautiful.
“Good night, curse my life, curse them, curse this world, and happily ever after.” I always said that when I go to sleep, no matter how sleepy I am, I will still say it.
You had done well, sleep tight.
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How is it? PLEASE REVIEW! And thank you for reading.
I love this story as much as how I love you who read this story.
I will upload another chapter a bit later, same goes to Another Ending.
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