Imagine Book 2

Capitan Kyo-Tamamura Tamao (Shaman King of Flowers)

As requested by dav1233555! Male Y/N.

The Shaman Fight was over, and peace had returned to the Asakura family compound. Y/N stood at the edge of the garden, his hand resting on the hilt of his pirate sword—a relic of the past, imbued with the spirit of his ally, Captain Kyo. The blade shimmered under the fading sunlight, an ever-present reminder of the battles he had fought and the shaman he had become.

Tamao came up beside him, her soft footsteps barely audible on the stone path. Her pink hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, and in her arms, she cradled Hana Asakura, Yoh and Anna's son, who was fast asleep. There was something serene about the scene, but Y/N knew better. The quiet after the storm of the Shaman Fight was deceptive, and though the battles had ended, the challenges were far from over.

The Shaman Fight had been unlike anything Y/N had expected. He had entered it as a wild card, wielding his pirate sword, an ancient weapon passed down through generations of shamans in his family. Embedded within the sword was the spirit of Captain Kyo, the infamous pirate whose legend still haunted the seas.

Kyo's spirit was a force to be reckoned with—reckless, cunning, and powerful. He had been a pirate in life, driven by a thirst for treasure and adventure, and now as Y/N's spirit ally, he brought that same energy into every fight. Y/N had bonded with Kyo early in his shamanic training, and together, they formed an unbreakable duo. Kyo's spectral figure, with his captain's hat, long coat, and twin pistols, was as intimidating as he was commanding.

During the Shaman Fight, Y/N had faced off against some of the strongest shamans in the world. His fights were brutal, especially against Hao Asakura's followers. But what made Y/N stand out was not just his swordsmanship or Kyo's overwhelming presence—it was his unyielding resolve to protect those he cared about.

One fight stood out above all others: Y/N's battle against Ren Tao. Ren was a fierce warrior, wielding the power of Bason, his own spirit ally, a powerful Chinese warlord. The two warriors clashed, sword against spear, in a ferocious contest of strength and strategy. Kyo's pirate tactics—deception, misdirection, and ruthless strikes—gave Y/N the edge, and despite Ren's relentless assaults, Y/N managed to stand victorious, earning Ren's respect.

As the final stages of the Shaman Fight unfolded, Y/N found himself standing beside Yoh and his friends. He fought not for the title of Shaman King but for the bonds he had formed throughout the tournament. He had grown close to Yoh, Manta, and the others, and most importantly, to Tamao.

After the Shaman Fight, Yoh and Anna left the care of Hana in Y/N and Tamao's hands. Yoh had always been calm and relaxed, but Anna was different—stern, sharp, and relentless in her expectations. But Y/N knew that beneath her tough exterior, Anna trusted them deeply. Raising Hana was not just a responsibility; it was a new chapter in both Y/N and Tamao's lives.

For Y/N, this marked the end of his wandering. He had always been a drifter, much like Captain Kyo in his time—a man with no home, always searching for his next adventure. But now, standing beside Tamao, he had found something he had never sought before: a sense of family.

The mornings in the Asakura compound were quiet but busy. Hana, now growing older, had begun his own training as a shaman. His spiritual powers were strong, and despite his young age, the echoes of his father's calm nature and his mother's fierce determination could already be seen in him. Hana was a handful, but Y/N took to the role of mentor and father figure with surprising ease.

Tamao was patient and nurturing, qualities Y/N admired deeply. She had grown since the days of their youth—no longer the timid girl who had once harboured a shy crush on Yoh. Now, she was confident, strong, and deeply compassionate. Watching her with Hana filled Y/N with warmth he had never thought possible.

Together, they made a perfect team. Tamao's gentle wisdom balanced Y/N's boldness, and together, they helped shape Hana into a strong and kind young boy.

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Though the days of fighting had ended, Y/N still felt the weight of his sword at his side. Captain Kyo's spirit remained with him, though quieter now, content with their victories in the Shaman Fight. Kyo was more than a weapon; he had become a part of Y/N's identity.

Kyo often appeared in spectral form, standing by Y/N's side during quiet moments. His deep voice rumbled with humour, occasionally offering advice or making comments about the "treasure" Y/N had found in his new life. The old pirate's ghostly figure would lean against the wall, arms crossed, observing the world with a smirk.

"Never thought you'd end up like this, eh, lad?" Kyo would tease. "A shaman with a family—sounds more like a fairy tale than a pirate's adventure."

Y/N chuckled at those moments, always appreciating the presence of his spirit ally. Kyo had been like a mentor to him in many ways, teaching him not just about battle but about life, courage, and loyalty. Their bond had grown deeper than a mere shaman and spirit relationship. They were partners, friends.

But Y/N knew that his work as a shaman was far from over. Though the world was at peace, darkness still lurked at the edges, and the power he wielded was not to be taken lightly. Together with Tamao, he made sure that Hana understood the weight of his shamanic heritage.

As the years passed, Y/N and Tamao grew closer. Their partnership in raising Hana blossomed into a deep, unwavering love. Y/N had never expected to find someone like Tamao—a person who understood him, accepted him for who he was, and made him want to be a better man.

One day, as they stood under the cherry blossom trees in the Asakura garden, Tamao took Y/N's hand in hers. Her eyes sparkled with a quiet joy, and her voice was soft as she spoke.

"I'm pregnant," she said, her words barely more than a whisper.

Y/N felt his heart leap. He had faced powerful shamans, fought spirits, and endured the fiercest battles of the Shaman Fight, but nothing could have prepared him for this moment. He pulled Tamao into a tight embrace, feeling her warmth against him. Captain Kyo's spirit appeared beside them, offering a gruff, approving nod.

"A new adventure, eh, lad?" Kyo said, his ghostly form shimmering in the sunlight.

The months that followed were a whirlwind of preparation and anticipation. Y/N and Tamao grew even closer as they awaited the arrival of their child. Hana, now a little older, was thrilled at the idea of becoming a big brother, though he didn't fully understand what that meant.

When their child was born—a boy with Tamao's gentle eyes and Y/N's determined spirit—it felt as if the final piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. They named him Kaito, a name that reflected both his pirate heritage and his shamanic legacy.

Kaito, like Hana, had a natural affinity for spirits, and Y/N could already sense the power that lay within his son. As he cradled the newborn in his arms, Y/N felt a deep sense of purpose. This was his family, his legacy, and his future.

Raising Kaito alongside Hana was not without its challenges, but Y/N and Tamao were up to the task. Hana, now a teenager, had grown into a strong-willed and capable shaman, much like his father, Yoh. He looked up to Y/N as a mentor, and though his training was tough, Y/N never wavered in his belief that Hana would one day surpass them all.

Kaito, on the other hand, was a force of nature. Even as a child, he exhibited signs of incredible spiritual power, and Captain Kyo had taken a particular interest in him. Kyo's spirit would often manifest around Kaito, the pirate's ghostly form watching over the boy like a guardian. It seemed that Kyo had found a new protégé in Y/N's son.

As the years passed, Y/N and Tamao watched their children grow, both as shamans and as individuals. Hana, with his calm demeanour and fierce determination, and Kaito, with his fiery spirit and boundless curiosity, were the future of the Asakura family—and perhaps even the future of the shaman world itself.

Y/N stood one evening, watching the sunset from the porch of their home. Tamao sat beside him, Kaito playing at her feet while Hana practised his techniques in the distance. Captain Kyo's spirit stood at Y/N's side, arms crossed, a content smile on his weathered face.

"You've done well, lad," Kyo said, his voice low and approving. "This... this is the real treasure."