Started at 11:45 pm Saturday night
July 7th, 2007
Finished at 12:34 am Sunday morning
July 8th, 2007
Beta read at 12:59 am Sunday morning
July 8th, 2007
Same time zone as New York and Florida
I keep the times because I'm weird that way.
Summary: And in the end, Hao knew that he would have to kill the only person he'd truly allowed himself to love. But sacrifices had to be made, and though he would regret it, the world would pay him back some day. Or at least, he hoped it would. Haocentric, HaoxYoh, angst, character death.
Warning: Because I am not very experienced with this pairing, this story is... Extremely short, and kind of drably. Very sorry Yoh-chan.
Rated: T for subtle implications.
Written For: Yoh-chan And Hao, I suppose. They're friends of mine, don't ask.
Beta Reader: Speed-chan, aka, Ashley
Sacrifices
Hao knew that, in the end, the only person that he'd allowed himself to fall in love with would have to die. It was the only way that he could save this god-forsaken planet, free it from the humans that so blatantly tainted it like oil in an ocean. The one thing he wanted most in this world was just to live, with the one that he loved, somewhere far, far away from prying eyes and wicked thoughts that intruded upon his privacy and dreams.
But fulfilling his one desire would mean that the world would, eventually, perish; living with the only person that he cared about wasn't worth sacrificing such a beautiful planet as this one. No, it wasn't worth it at all. Not in the least. But on particularly quiet, sleepless nights, his subconscious would tell him that it was... And in the few moments where you aren't quiet asleep, but aren't quiet awake, he would agree with his own selfish desires whole-heartedly. And then he would fall asleep, arms wrapped around a slim waist, nose being tickled by chocolate-brown hair.
And so, after one particularly interesting night, Hao smiled down at his other half, who smiled lazily back up at him, both exhausted from there busy evening. Running a few boney fingers down the center of his double's chest, an unimaginable kind of sadness flickered through the elders eyes, and for a moment, he hesitated; but Yoh had already noticed the flicker, felt it's overwhelming sorrow run through him, and the only though that he'd managed to think before Hao took his soul where the three little words he spoke to him every time they kissed, whether in public or in the privacy of his own bedroom.
"I love you."
All he had to do was keep telling himself that the world would pay him back someday. That, for once in his life, life would be fair, and he'd actually have some kind of happy ending, unlike in all of his other lives. But the world didn't work like that, and there where no such things as happy endings. The next time he was trapped in that place in between consciousness and the black void of sleep, his subconscious told him that it hadn't been worth it, to sacrifice his own happiness... And once again, he agreed.