Title: You Don't Strike Me As A Radiohead Fan

Author: Rib

Summary: You float like a feather in a beautiful world. Whatever makes you happy...

Rating: T

Pairings: HaoLyserg

Disclaimer: Not the series, not the song.

Notes: Radiohead's 'Creep.' Here we go. More HaoLys. All conversation.

"He hates me," Hao stated miserably.

"No he doesn't," Yoh said.

"Have you seen the way he looks at me?"

"It's all in your head."

"I should just leave."

"He'll miss you."

Hao stared at his twin brother sullenly.

"If you told him you were hopelessly in love with him, he might."

"He'd hate me more."

The door slid open. Lyserg stood, the star-littered sky serving a perfect background. Hao turned away from him (couldn't look you in the eye.) "Sorry. Were you busy?"

Yoh shook his head, punching Hao lightly on the arm. "Just some bonding time." The doors are thick enough, he thought loudly enough for Hao to hear.

Hao could imagine those perfect features looking doubtful. "Yeah. Bonding."

"In any case, dinner's ready. Both Horo and Ren cooked this time, so it should be pretty interesting," he said distantly as he led them out.

Hao stared.

I could live off your existence.

You're just like an angel.

Your skin, your hair, your eyes, your lips.

"So Yoh tells me you think I hate you," were the first things out of Lyserg's mouth when he entered Hao's room without permission.

Hao was a bit taken aback. "He-"

"I don't."

Hao scoffed. "Right."

"Not anymore."

"What else did he tell you?"

"Was there anything else he should've?" Lyserg looked at him expectantly.

You're so fucking special. Hao sighed. "I don't even know why the hell I'm still here. I don't belong here," then, "I love you."

Lyserg scowled. "Don't do that. That's...that's mean. Don't say that."

I wish I was special. "I'm not mocking you or lying. It doesn't matter, though. You hate me."

"I...I already said I don't."

"Your face when you have no choice but to stop ignoring me. Your tone when you speak to me."

"I don't..."

"I would do anything, you know. To have you even care about me."

"I care abou-"

"But I shouldn't. You've been through enough."

"Will you please shut up!"

Hao stared up at him. Lyserg sat down, a determined look on his face.

"You..."

"Whatever makes you happy. Whatever you want."

"If you mean what you said..."

"I do."

"I would. I do too."

Hao reached up to touch Lyserg's cheek. "Holy shit. You're real."

Lyserg's fingers overlapped Hao's and he leaned into the touch. "Holy shit, so are you."

Hao gave him a smile. Lyserg smiled back.

"It's not a pity date, is it?"

Lyserg kissed his lips softly. "No. You don't do pity dates."

Hao kissed him back. "Right. But still..."

Lyserg's pretty little brows knitted together. "But?"

"When you were here before," Hao sang, "Couldn't look you in the eye."

"Oh no."

"You're just like an angel. you're skin makes me cry."

"Hao, don't-" Too late; he was on his feet.

"I wish I was special. You're so fucking speciaaaaaal!"

Lyerg tugged on his arm, effectively landing the shaman on top of him. "Anna'll kill you for disrupting the peace in this house."

Hao smiled back. "But I'm a creep. I'm a wierdo. What the hell am I doing here?"

A finger on Hao's lips stopped the verse in its track. "You belong right here," Lyserg concluded.

Hao snickered. "Corny."

"Hey," Lyserg pouted, "You're the one who started singing."

Things could only get better.

So all of these HaoLyserg fics are going to be overwhelmingly corny, cavity-inducing and kinda sweet.

Please review?