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Fandom: Shaman King Flowers Characters: Hana, Alumi, and Yohane Word Count: 999 Summary: A moment away in the countryside to simply relax

Hana grumbles as they sit on the train. The sprawling metropolis of Tokyo is melting away to a peaceful countryside as they move further and further away from the heart of the country.

“The city is stuffy,” Alumi replies, reading his mind.

That's incorrect. Hana knows what reishi is. Reishi is what his mom had and why everyone does what she says. She's scary and cool and Hana wishes she'd come back home . Reishi is also what Uncle God had. It's why he's still moody and insists on surrounding himself with cats. Alumi doesn't have it. She's what keeps his onis at bay no thanks to Uncle God .

He doesn't say anything more. He knows Alumi is no stranger to the city. Los Angeles is just as crowded, just as busy, and just as hectic. He knows what she's really missing. She misses the quiet of her life. She misses her people. All because that stupid jerk Yosuke had to take everything from her. All because he wasn’t strong enough to stop him.

“Do not punch a hole in the seat cushion,” Alumi warns, watching the way his fingers tremble and tighten into a fist.

“What do you think, Yohane,” Hana settles for, crossing his arms and leaning back in his seat. He's not pouting. He never pouts.

“The city,” Yohane states, “only because my life got better after coming to it.”

“Yeah, it turned out great for you that you're too weak to kill me.”

“You still lost Amidamaru,” Alumi points out, “to his sister who gave him to Yosuke.”

“Whatever. Amidamaru was my dad's anyway. He just liked to boss me around. Didn't let me have any fun. My new partner is going to be way cooler.”

He doesn't see Alumi mouth the word liar. He doesn't look at either of them as he stares out the window. Not having a spirit partner is a problem and one that he needs to fix. It's just finding the right one is so hard, and before this he didn't really have any motivation. There was no Shaman Fight. There was no Flowers of Maize. Just a boring everyday life for Hana.

Their stop is announced and they disembark in a quaint town. A floral fragrance hits them immediately as Alumi inhales a deep breath, arms thrown out as she spins, slowly taking it all in. Next to him Yohane sneezes.

“Allergies too? Hana asks, incredulous. He swears. Yohane has to be the most frail person he's ever met. His broken arm still hasn’t healed.

“We didn't get out much,” Yohane shrugs.

“Come on, come on, come on,” Alumi chants, grabbing both of their wrists and dragging them further from town and towards a field.

“Shouldn't we get Sniffles—“ Hana is cut off as Alumi yanks harder and any attempt to steer her towards town and civilization is ruined.

“You're a shaman. It's time to commune with nature.”

“I'll be fine,” Yohane adds, after another sneeze, “It's nothing”

His puffy eyes later tonight aren't going to be nothing, but Hana isn't stupid. He does know a losing battle when he sees it. He just doesn't always choose to surrender. Especially if the person on the other side is that slimy worm Yosuke.

Alumi pulls them to a field where the grass is hidden completely by flower petals.

“We could never do this in the desert,” Alumi chirps before turning solemn, “And the plains were ruined long ago.”

She doesn't spare a moment to tell either boy her plan. She gives them no warning until they are mercilessly tugged to the ground as petals fly up from the force before floating back down.

Yohane's nose crinkles as one lands on it before a sneeze sends it back into the air.

“Ow,” Hana grumbles because he's not about to admit how nice this really is or that Alumi was right.

“See, it was worth it. A chance to get away from everything. A chance to be three teenagers without a care in the world.”

That's exactly the opposite of what Hana wants, but maybe he can admit that this is good for Yohane. Yohane has no friends. He has no social skills. He's not going to get any of these experiences unless Hana puts aside his wants to show Yohane what “normal” life is like.

“You're sitting next to him when he sneezes the whole way home,” Hana settles for.

“Really, guys, I'm fine,” Yohane insists as another sneeze betrays him.

“We could have spared five minutes to get him something,” Hana argues.

“And miss this?” Alumi asks, pointing up to the sky.

Hana had lost all track of time. It's later than he thought. The sun is starting to set, bathing everything in soft pinks and oranges. The field really does feel alive and magical as he stretches his hand up. If he tries hard enough it's like he can grab that next world and enter into it. Maybe that's where they're waiting for him.

He lets his hand fall back down to the earth. It's stupid and childish. Hana knows the world only consists of this one and the next. There's no cheat into the Great Spirits. This isn't Mu. If his parents were in the Great Spirits then Uncle God would have let him see them by now. Uncle God could summon him and send him anywhere for a time before depositing him back in this boring, lonely world.

“You're thinking about your wish for when we win,” Alumi whispers.

“Yeah,” Hana agrees.

He thinks about it every day. No matter how tough he is. No matter how fine he pretends to be. No matter how good Tamao and Ryu are to him. He's always thinking about the life he didn't get. The life he's chasing.

He's not looking for adventure.

He's looking for home.

#hana asakura #alumi niumbirch #yohane asakura #queue

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