First, I would like to start off by saying hello to all of you who are taking time out of your busy schedules to view my fic. I would like to respectfully ask that you please excuse the typos… I am not the most hand – eye- coordinated when it comes to looking at a keyboard. Truthfully, I admit …….I suck at it!

I would like to inform you all that this fic is a yoh x hao fic. If you are a Yoh x Hao hater, I ask that you turn back now. I do this for the fans. Truly, there is not enough Yoh X Hao fics out there. So… I decided that instead of talking about it, I am going to be about it. If you don't understand what I just said, just know that what I mean is this. I have decided to take action. To all those who are reading and don't think that your story makes a difference, you are wrong. Every story counts. Have faith in yourself, and take a chance. Life is a big chance. You can spend your life hiding behind in the shadows, and wondering "what if"? Or you can get off your can and do it, whatever that it may be. Put your heart in it!

With that last quote, I tell you that with this fic I am putting my heart out there. Remember that when reviewing me! I have talked enough haven't I? Thought so. Here it is yall! Come N' Get it!

P.S I do not own Shaman King because if I did It would only be about Hao.

Italics mean that Yoh is talking mentally

Chapter 1

Yoh Asakura was looking out of his window, on a nice cool summers night. He was gazing at the stars although; it was 3:00 in the mourning. Any sensible man would have been sleeping at this hour but then again, Yoh wasn't feeling very sensible. The usual oh-so-calm, happy-go-lucky, stress-free teenager that many had grown to love was indeed not feeling himself at all. He was developing strange habits, unbeknownst to his friends. He would never let them know what he was feeling inside. He doubted they would understand. Yoh sighed." Why wont 'these feelings go away?" he thought inwardly.

He knew why the feelings he had wouldn't go away. These recent feelings Yoh had recently acquired transpired from an event that happened. When?

Three weeks. That's how long it had been. Yes. Indeed, three-weeks ago he had slain his "evil" twin brother, Hao Asakura. His own flesh and blood. He had slain. He HAD to do it. He Had to. It was his destiny. It was his duty. Still, the thought alone of murdering his brother had placed a lingering twinge of guilt on him. "Evil " or not, flesh and blood is FLESH AND BLOOD. YOU DON'T MURDER YOUR OWN FAMILY. YOU DON'T MURDER YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. YOU DON'T DO THAT.

These thoughts were constantly screaming at Yoh. They were like wails that never ceased. It was slowly making Yoh insane.

There was never a day when his Hao was not on his mind. Never in the past three-weeks did he forget him. He never could even if he tried. He was unforgettable.

How could Yoh think that? Hao was demented freak that was bent on the total destruction of the human race. How could Yoh even dare honor a menace such as Hao?

The answer is simple. He was his flesh and blood, his twin. You can never forget family. Even if they are proclaimed to be evil. There was this answer and another one.

Yoh had never revealed to his friends that he hadn't thought of Hao as an evil being. He did not overlook the fact that Hao had planned the total and utter annihilation of the human world. Sure He knew that Hao had planned to become one with Yoh , and take the power of The King of Sprits to help ensure the absolution of his plan. Yoh knew all of this and yet he couldn't bring himself to hating his brother.

In truth, Yoh admired his brother for two reasons. One. Hao had a dream. A goal. He had something to strive for. He also admired his brother because he wanted what all humans want. He wanted a land of peace and of harmony. No wars, No destruction. Lands were animals and beings can frolic free without fear of being killed. Not to say that Hao's means for achieving that dream were acceptable. But still. The man had a plan. It could have been a great one as well had it not come by such destructive and fatal means.

The second reason also unknown to his friends was that once, Hao had a conversation with Yoh. An honest to goodness, heart- to- heart conversation with Hao. At times, it still seems unbelievable to him. Talking with the enemy. Yet, it was the only good memory he had to cling to of his brother. He began thinking back to that time once more. It replayed in his mind like those haunting voice that plagued him. He almost knew it by heart.

Flashback

Yoh had just snuck away from his friends. They were in another heated argument about who was the strongest. The participants were Len, Horohoro, Morty, and Chocoglove. It had started by the blue-haired Ainu named Horo, asking Morty who he thought would be stung enough to defeat Hao. Morty, being the ever-faithful best friend of Yoh, said that Yoh would defeat Hao. After hearing this, Len got up and stated that Yoh couldn't defeat him so how could he stand up to Hao? He also said that he could beat Horohoro with a blindfold because apparently the stupid Ainu couldn't fight. Hororhoro quickly retorted by saying that if Len said another word he would take Len's weapon, The Kwan Dao, and shove it up his- (this is a g rated fic people. Sorry-). He was unfortunately cut off because Chocoglove jumped in. He stood in between the two and said that they should both calm down. The pale short, auburn –haired teen agreed (Morty) and joined Choco's side. The Ainu and the Chinese shaman had stopped arguing however; they kept glaring fiercely at one another. Yoh at the time was watching them while standing at an oak tree. It seemed they had forgotten about his presence in the heat of the tiff. This was a factor that had played a role in his escape.

Whilst it seemed things had calmed down, Chocoglove had to go and make things even worse. He did a good thing by stepping in and stopping his friends cease fighting but HE JUST HAD TO TELL A JOKE AFTERWORDS. Chocoglove said to Len and Horo that they would feel better if they heard one of his jokes and boy had he picked a corny one. This one literally takes the corny cake! He asked them both "what do you call your bosom buddy?"

I, as the author of this story couldn't have imagined they would have known the answer to the joke.

The two Shamans looked at each other quizzically, as if they were asking the other" how the heck should I know!"? They both answered simultaneously, " I don't have any idea, but we are sure you are going to tell us." Chocoglove looked terribly disappointed, so he turned the little guy, Morty for support. Morty looked as though he was really examining the joke. He looked as if he was deeply searching for the answer. What a guy Morty is! Always the enthusiastic one, doing what little he could to brighten the spirits of the team! That's what character is! Morty remained inside his thoughts for about a few more minutes. It got to the point where Horo and Len were looking at Morty with surprised expressions. Wouldn't you. The man was basically searching for the answer to an upcoming corny joke. Even Yoh was amazed at how the little guy was thinking. Hey, even Yoh was trying to think of the answer, though he would never admit it.

Suddenly, Morty began to speak: " Uuuuuuuuuuh… I gave it a lot of thought Chocoglove and my answer is………………………I don't know. " At that moment, everyone did the anime fall. You know, the one where everybody falls flat on their faces." Amazing. All that wasted time and not a clue", thought Yoh

After the young men recovered, Chcocoglove cleared his throat and asked in a cheery voice" Are you guys ready for the oh-so-simple-it'll-make-you-want to-kick-yourself-in -the –face answer to my joke? There minds were screaming" No Choco, anything but that!"

But they all replied," sure Choco."

Said Afro-headed teenager began to snicker. Now they all knew it was a corny joke. Who didn't know that it was a corny joke, especially since the person telling the joke was laughing and taking the fun out of it. It absolutely reeked of lameness.

Chocoglove then calmed down as he finally noticed the stares he was getting from his friends. He then proceeded to finish this tacky excuse of a joke of his. "Alright ladies, the question was," What do you call your bosom buddy?" And The answer is… Wait! Do you guys really want to know? Because I will stop now and-"

"Choco you stupid dolt, you have already wasted enough time standing here and laughing at your on joke like a retard. Just get on with it!" shouted Len.

"All right Lenny, just calm down ok!" said Choco.

"The answer to the joke is your Breast Friend! Get it you guys?

Bosom as in breast, and buddy is a friend! I told you you would kick yourself after you heard the answer. Isn't it so hilarious?"

"Choco", said Horo slowly, " that had to be the lamest joke I have heard yet. All of your jokes are lame!"

"For once, I agree with Horo", Said Len.

See, now Len and Horo had crossed the line. Chocoglove was a pretty nice guy.

At least, he was nice until you started cracking on his lame jokes! Now Len and Horo were going to get it and they were going to get it good. Choco was about to tear them a new one!

"Now wait a minute", said Choco.

"My jokes are not as lame as your moves. Everyone knows that you are the slacker. I bet Yoh would still mop the floor with you as he did once before and yet you call me lame. Boy Stop!"

"Ooooooooh," said Horo, "Len got told."

The whole time, Yoh hadn't moved. Yoh sat on the oak tree. He had been there watching the whole time. He heard every word yet, he wasn't feeling inclined to get up and move. He knew his friends would fuss and fight all the time. Somehow, they all managed to come to pull through. This little skirmish didn't bother him at all. In fact, he found it to be amusing!

Len, on the other hand, had been eerily quiet. That's not a good sign. It's like the calm before the storm.

In Len's case, it had to be a very nasty one as well!

Len had looked up at Chocoglove, with an angry expression in his eyes. IT was almost predatory. His golden eyes narrowed into slits. His brows furrowed, and from the shake of his shoulders it appeared as though he was trying to refrain form killing Choco. In his Right hand lay his Klan Dao. He was gripping it fiercely, as if someone would try to pry it from his hands.

No one would dare try to.

All this meant one thing.

There was about to be a fight!

"You think you can take me?" said Len in a very malice tone. Len was really ticked.

" I could beat you with my hands tied behind my back", replied Choco in a smug tone.

At that moment, Len had stepped in front of Choco. They were now eyeballing each other.

It was as if they were both waiting for the other to make the first move.

Yoh, knowing this routine, really did not want to stick around for the fight so; he decided he had to leave. He just wanted some peace and quiet. He wanted some silence so that he could focus and have some mental clarity. He obviously wasn't going to get that with his friends screaming, hollering, and getting into fights every few minutes.

His only regret of leaving was that he couldn't take Morty with him.

Poor Morty. But, He knew that Morty could take care of himself, or rather he hoped that that he could.

With his plan already formulated and the guys already not paying him any attention anyway, he just tiptoed quietly out of sight and ran like the wind before they found out. "Yes", thought Yoh mentally.

It seemed Yoh ran for a very long time. He didn't know where he was going. He just knew he couldn't take the noise for any longer. He stopped, and then sat down by a tree.

And whadda ya know? It was another flipping oak tree! A/n:Oak trees are so cool!

He sat under a nice, big, oak tree. It was shady, just the way he liked them. He liked those trees because they protect you from the sun's hot rays, and if you look up you at the right moment you can watch the sun dance of the leaves and branches of the tree. It's like your own natural kaleidoscope. Pretty neat huh?

Yoh just sat under the tree, being content with the sounds of nature. The sounds would always brighten up his day. He leaned in on the branch and thought about things. Like how his life has changed and what new adventures he had because of the people he had met.

Doesn't that ever happen to you? You find yourself reminiscing about the past while doing something so simple.

All of Yoh's friends had changed him. He remembered a time when he didn't have friends.

Well, real friends.

He always had Amidamaru and the other ghost he had the pleasure of meeting in the graveyard. But Yoh hadn't had a real friend until he met Morty. Then gradually, he met others like Len, Ryu, Horhoro, Lyserg, Faust, and Chocoglove. It's like this is year had been one of the best of his life.

But one might say that it's hypothetically speaking. He was just fourteen for spirits sake! He has plenty more of life to discover!

But in actuality it was a lot he had accomplished a lot. He had found people that had accepted and understood what sort of life he led. He even found friends who were just like him. They had dreams of becoming the Shaman King as well. And the best part is, that they all had good intentions that had driven them to achieve this dream. They all had a good purpose. They were all good people, with kind hearts. That made Yoh feel great to know that even if he had failed to achieve this dream that others who had good intentions of changing the world could surpass.

And Yoh was happy with that!

Yoh was now tired of thinking.

Thinking back was making his head hurt. He was also ready to get up and stretch. Spirits forbid the day Anna, his future wife, found out that he was taking a break. She would never stop yelling. He knew Anna would go on and on about how he could never lived his dream of being Shaman king without handwork. Anna hated slackers. Right now, He didn't even want to imagine Anna so, he tried to get up and stretch.

But then a new dilemma had risen!

Some of Yoh's short chestnut-colored locks had gotten stuck to the tree. So you can imagine what happened when he stood up so fast and tried to stretch!

He ended up falling back down on his knees in pain because his hair had been roughly yanked. He was still stuck to the tree. He knew that if he tried it again it would hurt twice as much so, he had to make a different approach.

He twisted his body and moved so that he was sitting like he was before he decided to move. With his hands he reached back and tried to un-tangle his hair. He thought that it was going smoothly because he felt some of his locks loosen up.

He was wrong because when he twisted his body again and preceded to stand up, pain went through his tender scalp.

Now Yoh was absolutely out of ideas.

He needed someone to help him or else he would be stuck there!

He really regretted not taking Morty now!

Yoh just sighed and sat there. It's not like anybody knew that he left yet. Even If they did, they probably wouldn't know where to find him.

"Looks like I'm going to be here for a while", thought Yoh.

This was just great!

"I guess this what if feels like it to be up the creek without a paddle huh?"

"It would seem so."

Yoh looked up and squinted his eyes to see who the heck was talking to him. It seemed to be coming from up above.

It was Hao, in all his dark, eerie glory. He was standing atop one of the higher branches. His muscular, yet slender form was decked out in his tan- colored poncho and bark brown colored pants. Of course, his long, chestnut-colored hair swaying in tune with his Ruby red-rimmed earrings with the big star in the middle for every branch he sprung from.

He stopped right in front of Yoh, who was just staring at him with a gaping expression that came off as " What the Heck are you doing here?"

Hao simply smirked and said," Weren't you just wishing for someone to come and save you?"

"How the heck did he know that and how did he find me?" thought Yoh.

"I can hear your thoughts Yoh and as to how I found you it is simple," said Hao.

"I was coming from a meadow that was nearby from here and sensed your presence. I came here and now I find that you are stuck to a tree wishing for someone to assist you with your little problem."

"Aww, that's so sweet. You came to help me out Hao!"

"Nope," said Hao as he stepped closer to Yoh. He then leaned down and began to untangle Yoh's hair from the tree." If the thought of me helping you makes you feel better, then you can think that all you want". He then leaned into yoh's ear and whispered" Always know that I am only helping you because it is benefits me in the future. I wouldn't want you to ruin our flawless appearance when we become one again now would I?"

Hao's warm breath inside his ear was making his skin crawl. He would never admit that it was actually giving him chills up and down his spine. Nope. That would be wrong. Hao was his brother.

He was not supposed to think that way.

"It's alright Brother", said Hao.

" Sometimes I just have that effect on people. Oh, and by the way, you can get up now." Hao was now sporting the infamous closed-eye smile. Up until now, Yoh didn't notice how alike they looked.

Yoh stood up and stretched. Ah, how good it felt! He then cracked his knuckles and bent over so that he could crack his back. "I could have been a gymnast", thought Yoh

"You are acting like you have just been released from a cage "said Hao.

"You would do the same if you had been sitting down in a very painful position like I had", said Yoh.

"Actually I beg to differ, said Hao."

"If that had been me, I would never have gotten myself into that ridiculous predicament."

Hao turned and started to leave, his poncho ruffling behind him as he walked. Yoh didn't know why but he didn't want Hao to leave just yet. Sure they were enemies but they were also brothers. Didn't that matter to him… at all?

"Wait!" called Yoh.

Hao did not once falter in step.

He kept walking.

His long, chestnut-colored hair swaying behind him with every step he took.

(You know for an evil guy, Hao is very elegant

Don't you think so? I do! )

"Come with me if you wish little brother," said Hao without looking back or stopping.

Yoh thought for a moment. It could be a trap…. wait. He probably just heard that. Darn!

But then again, what do you have to lose Yoh?

Well, there is my life, but I don't see that happening since Hao needs the other half of my soul to be complete!

Now, that Yoh had started to examine what he had to lose. Every time the answer was the same.

Nothing. So he made up his mind and proceeded to follow Hao, who was already a considerable distance ahead.

Alright SO:

How did I do for a first timer?

Did I. Suck?

Was it ok for a start!

Let me know what the deal is everyone.

Flames are accepted because they help me write better. But just know that if you cross the line, Your Flame will be added to the walking The Great Hao- Sama's walking pit of hell, Spirit of Fire.

must leave. Queen of The Damned" is on and that is my favorite movie.

Just remember I put my heart in this ok. So if you flame me, flame me gently. IF you love me, my heart goes out to you. Thanks for Reading

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