sOrbetes: First SK fic. *debut!* BE KIND!!! TT_____TT Read and then review if you like. If you don't, KILL ME. ;P

I dedicate this to lescribble. You've been wonderful to me. Thank you! I hope you enjoy this, even if my YohAnna moments are not as good as yours! XDDD

Let's get it on~~~! ^_^

DISCLAIMER: The last time I checked I'm not Hiroyuki Takei. So no, I don't own SK. :)

SUMMARY:

Anna falls seriously sick during a vacation in Okinawa. When she wakes up, Yoh suddenly becomes cold and breaks off their engagement. What happened that night was a mystery the gang decides to solve, not knowing that their attempts to fix this little lover's quarrel leaves them dealing with their own hidden, unrequited feelings for each other.

Last Chance is a fanfiction story about loving, loosing and taking that second and final shot in this game we all know as love.
[YohAnna, RenPiri, HoroTamao]

~.P R O L O G U E.~

"So, it was you…"

A hint of anger and bitterness accompanied the voice.

"Hai, dearest ototou." Answered another. "It was I."

"Demo… NAZE?!" the first voice spoke again, this time louder and more angry. "Why Anna?!"

A smirk. "Simple… I want her."

Silence.

He did not speak. It was the first voice's turn to answer but he did not speak. Instead, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fist as hard as he could in order to control his rage. Every word he hears from the other adds flame to his already burning existence. Tonight's sea breeze wasn't able to cool him down.

He was so angry.

The other's calm and cheerful voice didn't help at all; it just agitates him even more. Usually, he is laid-back and untroubled but this time, there's only anger in his heart. He wanted to kill the monster in front of him this instant. He wanted to shower him the fury he feels with all his Shamanic powers… but he can't. Not now.

The calmer voice talked again, still wearing his intimidating smile. "Leave."

His eyes widened. The voice continued, "I want to have her so you should leave. It's the only way, ototou. Or else…"

The smirk grew sharper as it slowly crept into a wide, evil grin. "OR ELSE…" It was no longer calm or relaxed. The voice grew to be more demanding, more emphasizing, more threatening.

Finally, he spoke his response. "Alright…"

"I'll go."

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