AnnaKyoyama by Vakkui on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

The late morning sun filtered through gauzy curtains, casting a warm glow over the austere room. In the center, an imposing figure sat rigidly upright - Anna Kyoyama, the iron-willed itako entrusted with shaping the future Shaman King.

Her sable hair was drawn into a severe bun, framing an uncompromising visage that brooked no dissent. Sharp onyx eyes surveyed her surroundings with a perpetual scowl, daring any errant distraction to disturb her meditations. Anna's lithe form was garbed in ceremonial robes of deep crimson, the fabric clinging to the gentle curves and contours normally obscured by her habitually gruff demeanor.

As the chief disciplinarian to Yoh Asakura, the laidback heir to the Shaman legacy, Anna's role was pivotal - to temper his carefree spirit with an unyielding forge of discipline and sacrifice. Only then could he ascend to claim his destiny as the one true Shaman King.

A rustle at the entrance caught her attention and her obsidian eyes snapped open, fixing the intruder with an imperious glare. Yoh ambled in, perpetually disheveled, flashing his trademark lazy grin.

"Morning, Anna," he began breezily, only to flinch as she arched one delicate eyebrow in wordless displeasure.

"You're late for training...again," she stated flatly, her tone leaving no ambiguity regarding the consequences.

Yoh scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Heh, my bad. I guess I overslept after-"

"Excuses," Anna cut him off curtly, rising in a fluid, elegant motion. "You have been lax in your duties. If you wish to claim your birthright, you must submit fully to my guidance."

She closed the distance between them, her expression unreadable though Yoh could have sworn he detected the faintest hint of concern amidst the severity. Up close, he was struck by the regal, almost feral beauty she projected - a lioness guarding her cherished pride. Anna reached out, grasping his chin firmly as onyx met obsidian.

"Do not falter now, Yoh," she murmured, her tone carrying the weight of unspoken destinies. "Not when we are so close to everything we've worked towards."

Yoh felt his pulse quicken at her intense stare and feather-light touch. Perhaps more motivation was required after all.