Disclaimer: As always I am forced to say that I don't own Shaman King. If I did I'd be pretty rich right now, wouldn't I? And I'll always force the guys to kiss each other… (laughs evilly)
(All bishie characters turn away from Joanah)
Author's note: I felt sadistic writing this chapter so leave if you're a cheerful person… you don't wanna blame me for your cause of depression, do you?
Prologue
Asakura Hao, the flame that burned for a thousand years, was deep in thought.
What was it? He thought, What was the best way to make him suffer and be mine? I should let my spirit wander for this.
Hao closed his eyes to meditate. A small, blue flame appeared in front of him that gave him a clear view of the old house that Yoh had been living in for the past six years. It was nighttime outside and at that time, Yoh, his twin, had kissed a certain Chinese shaman, Ren Tao. The Chinese smiled while he slept. Yoh turned off the lights and went to sleep as well. The blue flame subsided in the air surrounding it.
"Yoh Asakura, I want you to suffer, to feel pain so the only person who can heal it, whom you can turn to, is me. I want you I crave your sweet tears; I want to taste the blood of your wounds, to lick them off you! And every scream, every yell you make, is music to my ears."
Hao smiled an evil smile that made him want to kill a person just to drink their blood.
"Yoh Asakura," he said quietly, "Aishiteru."
Joanah: okay like I said sadistic… rate and review!