This is a story when after Yoh go to Hell. I don't own Shaman King, but enjoy. =)


It was a simple cold night at shaman inn. The boys were gathering carelessly after they threw up a party on the living room, made everything got into a mess. Ryu already fast asleep while his feet were on the table, while in his side Horo-horo was drooling all over the floor. Manta laid himself on a soft couch near the television, where in front of it Chocolove was recumbent full of satisfaction. It seemed they were having a great party and endless of good food that night.

But, in his keen eyes, he knew the truth behind all of this.

Ren was sipping his sake as his eyes saw thorough the place calmly. It seemed he enjoyed every last drip of his drink, but he did know why he felt like that. As his sight brushed the chilly air on that room, he found someone he knew very well on the center of his eyes.

Yoh was sleeping peacefully while listening to his earphone on.

The tongari boy put a sharp look at the boy before he continued to sip his cup. Although sometimes he was uneasy to read, but to know what inside the earphone boy's had now was as simple as folding hand. Normally, Ren wasn't a sensitive guy who noticed something troublesome like emotion based from the heart. Yet now, he could say that he wrought up with this kind of feeling.

Especially, after everything happened last day.


R & R please! ^^