Resistance
Joh: Yeah, this is going to be a really long one-shot, maybe I'll make it a multi-chapter, but I highly doubt that. If enough people want a multi-chapter then I might…but for now it's a one-shot.
Jessie: Yay your first one shot!
Joh: -Tears- I'm growing up!
This is set a year after the fight with Hao. Although in this story Hao won and didn't devour Yoh's soul because he no longer needed to since he was strong enough. You'll find out what else happened as you read on.
Summery: Time changes everything. 1 year has passed since Hao won the shaman fight and took Yoh as his prize. Hao's pushed Yoh to the point of breaking and the only thing holding him together are his friends. Can they save him in time or will he fall apart?
Warnings: Violence, mild language, NCS, a dark story, possibly disturbing? Not sure, I wrote this when I was bored so it might turn out disturbing…
0oo0o0
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hao asked Yoh, watching the burning building from their perch on the hilltop.
The inflamed house below them could be seen easily, its red glow highlighted against the dark buildings surrounding it. A great plume of smoke rose from it, circling in the clouds. Two shamans watched this event from afar.
"No. It's horrible." His brother responded softly, looking away from the growing flames.
Hao frowned and reached out to grab Yoh's face, forcing him to watch the spectacle. "Look at it. It's your doing."
Yoh jerked away from him, glaring at Hao angrily. "No."
It's a lie
The older Asakura smiled at him patiently, with the grace of a mother dealing with a stubborn child. "Yes it is. It may have been my hands doing the work, but you were behind all of it," he broke off and the gentle smile grew darker, twisted. "I did it for you, Yoh."
"No!" Yoh repeated, voice rising in volume. He spun around, his back facing Hao. He didn't want to see him; he couldn't stand to see him.
Hao walked forward and placed a hand on Yoh's shoulder in what may have seemed a comforting gesture when in reality his grip was bruising. "It's okay otouto. I'll always be with you" He whispered.
"Leave me alone." Came the defeated response.
Get out
"Ah, I could never do that. I won't be like your friends. I won't leave." Hao removed his hand and instead wrapped his arms around his brother.
"They didn't leave me!" Yoh yelled, twisting in the embrace.
Hao pulled Yoh closer and rocked him slowly against him. "Yes, Yoh. They did leave you. They abandoned you. They gave you to me." He cooed this gently in the younger Asakura's ear.
Yoh lowered his eyes, staring at the house below him. Soon the other houses would catch fire as well and more lives would be extinguished. "Stop it," he turned his head slightly so that he could look his brother in the eye. "Stop the fire, please!"
Hao laughed softly and shook his head. "Look otouto, the humans are trying to put out my fire." He laughed again without a smile. "Pathetic. Look at how weak they are. They came too late. Don't know why they bother."
Yoh watched the flashing lights of the truck and the blue outlines of water as the men attempted to put out the growing fire. "How many died?" he asked quietly, bowing his head.
"Everyone in that building. I made sure of it, don't worry."
"Why?" Yoh asked desperately.
Hao looked at him calmly. "For you. To show you my power. To show you what happens when you disobey me."
You shatter me slowly
Silently he slumped against the fire shaman, eyes blank.
"It's okay. I'm sure this won't happen ever again." Hao whispered to the broken boy in his arms.
With that he lifted Yoh up easily and cradled him against his chest, looking down at him with a tender look. Then they were both gone in a quick lick of flames, matching those that were slowly spreading in the city below.
Many miles away, in a dark palace, two brothers stepped out of a burst of flames.
"Hao-sama!" a little girl named Opacho cried out. (A/N: I like Opacho as a girl so yeah) she raced across the smooth stone floor to her master, beaming happily. "Is Yoh-sama okay?" she squeaked, looking at Yoh who Hao was holding bridal style. His onyx eyes were dead looking and his face blank.
Don't come back, I won't be here
"He has suffered his punishment, that is all." Hao said, offering Opacho a close-eyed smile. "He'll be okay."
The African girl seemed to be satisfied with the answer and skipped away, footsteps echoing in the large stone room.
The room was bare and the floor and walls were all made of a strange dark blackish green stone. The only furniture decorating the room was a grand throne.
Hao strode over to the throne and sat down, shifting Yoh around so that he was sitting on his lap comfortably. "Yoh." Hao whispered, stroking the boy's dark hair.
Yoh made no hint that he had heard his brother or felt him, instead he continued to stare into nothingness with a vacant look.
A small frown made its way onto Hao's face. "Yoh, look at me." He commanded this softly, but an edge of annoyance crept into his voice.
This time Yoh responded in fear of making his twin brother angry. He slowly looked up at him.
"Say something."
Your touch scars me
"Don't hurt anyone anymore." Yoh whispered looking back at the floor, closing his eyes.
Hao smirked and kissed Yoh's cheek. "You said that to me once before…remember?" he chuckled.
Yoh remained silent.
"When I carried you off after I won, that's what you said."
"You didn't keep your promise." Yoh said, anger flashing quickly across his face. Then it was gone, replaced by sadness.
"You didn't keep your part of the deal so I didn't keep mine. Besides I let the humans live, didn't I?" Hao snaked an arm around Yoh and began to fiddle with his necklace. "You were supposed to obey me, yet you still rebel."
"You've killed so many…" Yoh trailed off, reaching up to push Hao's hand away, but thinking better of it he let his hand drop back to his side.
Leave me alone
"You're lucky I haven't killed your 'friends' yet." Hao pointed out, kissing the back of Yoh's neck. "I'm surprised you still call them your friends."
Yoh shivered and forced himself not to move away. "They'll always be my-!" he broke off into a soft cry as Hao bit into the soft flesh of his neck, drawing blood. "My…my friends!" he struggled to finish his sentence.
"They abandoned you. I've told you a million times yet you don't want to believe me, do you?" Hao murmured against Yoh's skin, licking the blood away.
"They never abandoned me." Came the confident reply.
Hao frowned. Yoh still wasn't broken. Not yet. "Otouto…do you miss them?" he asked quietly, pulling back and pushing Yoh off his lap forcefully. Yoh landed on the cold stone with a painful thump, skidding across the floor a couple feet. He lay still on the ground before Hao for a moment then looked up into his tormentor's face.
"Yes." Yoh said slowly before pulling himself into a dignified sitting position.
"Ah…do you wish to see them?"
Yoh stared at Hao uneasily. "No."
Hao smirked. "Yes you do. I can hear you all the time. You're always thinking about them, yearning for them. Even now you are thinking of them." He cocked his head to the side, surveying Yoh with a deeply amused look. "You can't hide your thoughts from me, Yoh."
Why can't I get away from you?
The younger of the twins smiled sadly. "No, I suppose I can't. I never could." He sighed and curled his knees up against his chest, looking smaller and more alone then ever.
Hao got up and walked over to Yoh. Bending down on one knee he grasped Yoh's chin firmly in one hand. "I think…I think I'll allow you to see them."
"No! Don't hurt them! Please, Hao…please…not them…" Yoh trailed off helplessly, tears forming in his eyes.
Hao kissed his forehead. "It always amuses me to see you cry."
"Hao…"
The older Asakura smiled down at him and pulled him close, pressing his body against his own. "Tell me you love me."
Yoh trembled and leaned against Hao, tilting his head up.
"Say it."
"Hao please…" Yoh's voice sounded so weak, even to his own ears.
"Say it." Hao repeated sternly, letting his nails dig into Yoh's upper arms.
Yoh hung his head and mumbled the three words so softly Hao could barely hear them.
But that wasn't good enough. "Louder."
"I love you." Yoh's voice cracked.
I hate you
Hao laughed darkly and pressed his lips against Yoh's. Normally Yoh would have struggled, but this time he kept still and let Hao kiss him. As Hao deepened the kiss Yoh detached him self from reality, slipping into memories.
It hadn't always been like this. The first time Hao had tried to kiss him he had fought with all his strength, he had even managed to land a kick on his brother's knee. Not that it had mattered, Hao hadn't even flinched from the harsh contact.
In the end he had gotten what he wanted, he always did. But Yoh didn't let that bother him. He kept thinking that he was doing this for Anna…for his friends…for everyone. If he could deal with Hao then everyone would be saved. That was what kept him going. That was what kept the smile on his face, no matter how cruel Hao was to him.
Until Hao found out.
Five months ago
Yoh leaned back against the wall and pulled the poncho Hao had given him closer around himself. How long has it been? He looked down at his hands and his eyes immediately went to the red blisters on his wrists. Too long.
But this was the price he had to pay to save his friends.
With a sigh he stood up and walked out of the small room into the dark hall lit by ever burning torches. He reached up to adjust his headphones but stopped himself, remembering that Hao had taken them from him a month ago.
Where was Hao? Not that he minded being ignored, it was a nice change, but it was strange. Usually Hao was always keeping an eye on him, dragging him along everywhere he went.
'Like his pet.' Yoh thought bitterly. He paused. Was that a scream? A frown found its way onto Yoh's face as he stood still, listening intently.
Yoh's eyes widened when he heard the scream again, louder this time. 'That sounds like…no…'
He took off down the hall, after the source of the cries. Yoh stopped in front of a small wooden door. He pressed his ear against it, praying that he wouldn't hear anything, that the sounds had been his imagination.
A soft sobbing could be heard on the other side of the door, then Hao's taunting voice filled with disdain cut in. "Weak."
Yoh pushed against the door, trying the handle, but it wouldn't budge. He banged against the hard surface, using his fists and his feet. "Hao!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. The cries stopped.
"Yoh!" a familiar voice called out. The door flew open causing Yoh to stumble into the room. The room was dark, cold and empty. Hao stood proudly over a bent form of a girl. He looked up from the girl and smiled at Yoh.
"Anna!" Yoh cried out, rushing to her. Hao stepped back, watching the two with slight interest. Yoh made his way to his fiancée and knelt down beside her. She looked up at him with her dark brown eyes, her face marred with burns and bruises. He pulled her close to him, anger shooting through him when he saw the way she flinched.
Sever burns spotted her entire body. Yoh brushed a damp strand of hair out of her eyes and attempted a smile. "Anna…" he whispered, tears forming. Then she began to scream. Fire swallowed her whole, consuming her entire body. Yoh cried out in pain along with her as the fire burned his arms. But instead of letting go, he pulled her closer. "I love you, I love you." He hissed out.
Rough hands pulled him back sharply so that he fell flat on his back, staring at what remained of the girl he loved, as the fire burned lower. "No…No…Anna…" he trailed off mournfully and turned to look at Hao with an expression of fury. "Why? You promised…" he bowed his head, gritting his teeth. "You bastard."
He stood up and swung his fist at Hao. He didn't have Amidamaru but that wasn't going to stop him. "I'll…I'm gonna…" he screamed, fury etched into his words. Hao raised his eyebrows and caught his fist easily with a bemused look.
"You'll what? Kill me?" Hao chuckled, eyes narrowing. He tightened his grip on Yoh's clenched hand forcing a gasp from him. "She needed to die. You were too distracted with her alive. You weren't remembering our deal."
"You didn't have to…" Yoh broke off feeling something wet trail down his cheek. He looked down at the floor, trembling slightly. "Anna…" As the tears fell faster he hardly noticed Hao pulling him into a hug. That day a little part of him died.
A whimper escaped Yoh's mouth when Hao began to nibble viciously on his bottom lip. A hand was fisted in his short locks, forcing his head back. He automatically reached up to push gently at Hao's shoulders.
'Not now…' Yoh thought, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Yes, now." Hao said in response to Yoh's thoughts. He pushed the younger shaman down so that he was lying flat against the cold floor.
"Hao…please…"
He pulled back, annoyed. "Didn't you learn your lesson?" he hissed.
My mind bleeds
"Not now…I can't…" Yoh flushed and looked away. 'I can't take this anymore.' He thought to himself, not daring to speak that thought aloud.
"Well you're going to have to take it." Hao said, reading his mind. He straddled the younger boy and pinned his arms down just in case.
Yoh stared up at him then looked away. 'It's too much.' He thought as his heart beat faster and faster.
"Just relax." Hao crooned, rubbing Yoh's shoulders. He slid his hands down Yoh's chest to his jeans. The younger boy looked up at him when he heard the familiar sound of pants being unzipped. Their eyes met briefly, a strange sort of triumph shimmering in Hao's.
Then Hao looked back down at the body before him and slipped a slender hand into the jeans and boxers. He smirked and down into Yoh's face. His brother had turned his face to the side and closed his eyes. He was biting down hard on his lip drawing a thin line of blood. Hao knew Yoh was doing his best to contain the moan itching at the back of his throat.
He began to pump Yoh slowly, watching the emotion and strain flicker across the boy's face. Finally a strangled groan escaped Yoh's lips as he arched his back. "Hao." he gasped tossing his head back.
Hao pulled his hand away, pleased when a soft whine of protest was emitted by Yoh.
Yoh opened his eyes once Hao's hot touch left him and looked like he was waking from a long dream. He snapped back to reality when he felt Hao tugging the rest of his clothes off and watched as he threw them carelessly behind him. Yoh looked up and shivered at Hao's hungry look and closed his eyes again, trying desperately to escape.
"Where are you going Yoh?" Hao whispered huskily in his ear before he licked it top to bottom. "Open your eyes."
Reluctantly, Yoh opened them but focused on the stone ceiling overhead, trying to ignore the sensation of Hao's pants rubbing up against his bare skin. Hao had released his arms so that he could use both his hands but Yoh didn't try and push Hao away again. He just lay there, breathing fast and staring up above.
He couldn't help but gasp when he felt a finger intrude inside him. Usually Hao spent more time teasing him and making him respond to every touch. Soon another finger joined the first changing Yoh's surprised gasp into a whimper. A third finger.
A sharp cry echoed off the smooth walls when Hao splayed his fingers within Yoh. Yoh writhed beneath him and automatically reached up to grab Hao's shoulders.
He shivered in pleasure when Hao began to stroke him from the inside. Hao removed his fingers and slid his own pants off, throwing them so that they landed next to Yoh's pair of discarded jeans. He moved so that he was in between Yoh's legs and placed his hands on his hips.
Yoh tilted his head back; bracing himself for the pain he knew would come. He closed his eyes and waited, he could feel Hao's hot tip at his entrance.
With a sharp thrust Hao entered, forcing a pained scream from Yoh. "mmm Yoh." Hao moaned, gripping Yoh's hips so hard that his nails dug into the soft flesh.
Yoh clutched at his long hair and opened his watering chocolate eyes. As soon as he collected himself Hao pulled out and thrust again, harder and deeper this time. The younger Asakura cried out and pulled sharply on Hao's hair. " Hao! Stop!" he screeched as Hao began to move faster and harder.
Hao moved one of his hands from Yoh's hips to his length and squeezed. Yoh moaned but then broke off into a cry when Hao entered violently again.
Yoh's eyes rolled back so that he was staring at the ceiling again. The details of the stone that he had been able to see so easily before began to blur. Was it because of the tears forming and running down his cheeks or the excruciating pain racking through him? He could close his eyes but he couldn't close his ears to the harsh panting of the other driving into him.
"Yoh." Hao called out.
'That's my name.' Yoh thought distantly before he willingly fell into blackness.
0o0
Hao got up and pulled his pants and poncho back on. He stood up and brushed his long hair out of his eyes and smirked down at the shaman who lay at his feet, bare and vulnerable.
He nudged Yoh's cheek with his foot. "Otouto, you're bleeding."
Yoh groaned softly as he came to and turned his face away from Hao, lips moving soundlessly. His short hair was matted and damp with sweat, sticking to his face obscuring his dull black eyes. A small hand reached out to grab his discarded pants, but then he stopped as pain raced up and down his back.
Hao laughed softly and walked away from him, striding over to his throne. Once he was seated he spoke to the battered boy before him. "You should get dressed. We have guests coming in five minutes." He waved his hand lazily at the large set of doors on the other side of the room. At that exact moment the doors burst open revealing a boy. "Did I say five minutes? I meant seconds."
Yoh turned his head to study whoever was entering the dark room. He was too weak to lift himself up so he didn't even bother to hide his nakedness. Dark eyes narrowed as he tried to distinguish the blurred shapes.
There were Hao's guards surrounding the boy. As he walked in Yoh's gasp echoed across the room.
"Is that Yoh?"
Yoh's head swam at the appearance of a voice he hadn't heard in a year. He struggled with new energy to sit up and force a smile on his bleeding lips. "Ren." He greeted weakly.
Ren clenched his fist and opened his mouth to scream something to Hao, but stopped when he noticed his friend struggle to his feet.
Ren's eyes narrowed as he watched the way Yoh's legs shook and at the blood.
Yoh bent over to pick up his crumpled pants but fell to his knees and inhaled sharply at the pain it caused.
"You…you…" Ren snarled, yellow eyes flashing. "I won't forgive you for this."
Hao chuckled and made a beckoning motion to Yoh with his right hand. "Come."
Stay away from meThe Chinese shaman watched with a heavy heart as his friend pulled his jeans on and limped his way over to Hao.
Hao waited until his brother was standing right before him and pulled him roughly onto his lap. Yoh cried out as Hao shifted him around, regardless of what pain it might be causing him, so that he was facing Ren.
"Isn't this nice? You get to see your friend after such a long year." Hao hissed in Yoh's ear. "Although I had to force him here. Does that make you sad?"
"Please Hao, let me talk to him…alone." Yoh begged, breathing heavily.
"Let him go Hao!" Ren bellowed, clenching his fists so hard blood trickled down his white knuckles.
"Silence." Hao commanded, raising a hand.
Yoh jerked forward, but the older Asakura held him down securely. "Let me do this one thing!" he pleaded, squirming.
Hao closed his eyes and moaned softly at the feeling of Yoh moving like that on him. "Give me a kiss and I'll let you."
Yoh stared at him with a broken look before turning around in his lap and pressing his lips against his gently. Quickly he pulled back but Hao placed a hand on the back of his head and held him there so that he could deepen the kiss.
Hao slipped his tongue in the younger shaman's warm mouth and massaged Yoh's tongue with his own for a full minute until Yoh was forced to let out a long moan.
The two broke away slowly, Hao licking Yoh's lips. Without warning Hao pushed Yoh off his lap and leaned back in the throne. "Well go on, go have your talk." He smirked as he watched his brother scramble to his feet and dash to his friend. "Just don't try anything."
Yoh shot a sidelong glance back at Hao.
"Call back your guards." Ren said with a scowl.
Yoh frowned at the Chinese shaman. "Don't make him mad…he'll take it out on me later." He whispered averting his eyes from Ren's.
"Yoh…" Ren's brow furrowed in a frown. Yoh had changed.
You've altered meHao waved his hand and the guards stepped back into a swirl of fire, transported elsewhere. "Happy?"
"Far from it you-!" he was cut off when Yoh pressed his hand up against his mouth and dragged him out of the room, closing the doors behind them.
Yoh made sure the doors were shut firmly before he let his hand drop. "Ren?"
His friend looked at him with a strange expression, a sad expression. "Yoh, what happened to you?"
0o0
"This is my own room, It's pretty comfortable." Yoh said, leaning against the wall. Indeed, the room was large and luxurious. Red and black cushions were scattered around the room matching a comfy red futon in the middle of the room by the large fireplace. "I just don't sleep in here," Yoh added on softly.
"Yoh…"
"How did he force you here? I mean, I know you didn't come here to see me, you thought I was dead, right?"
"He caught me alone and he had others with him." Ren grumbled. "But what about you? You've been alive all this time, going through hell and worse."
Why weren't you there to catch me when I fell?Yoh was silent as he stared into the embers of the fire.
"You've changed. I'll kill him for doing this to you…but first I have to get you out of here. Too bad there aren't any windows in this room that we could jump out of."
"No." Yoh said softly, not looking at Ren.
Ren turned to look more closely at Yoh. "What?"
"No, I can't leave." Yoh repeated louder, turning to Ren.
"What are you talking about? You have to! Look at what he's done to you!" Ren reached out and seized Yoh's wrist making him wince. He held it up against the firelight revealing the red blisters and sores.
"I know what he's done!" Yoh hissed, pulling his hand back. "But I can't leave."
"Why the fuck not?"
"I made a deal with him!" Yoh said, voice rising.
Ren stared at the Asakura in disbelief. "What sort of deal?"
"He was going to take me anyway…Ren, I was too worn out from the fight with him to fight back. I may have been unconscious…but…it was the only thing I could do…" Yoh murmured, wrapping his arms around himself.
"Tell me."
One year ago
Hao smirked at the fallen shamans around him. That was easier then he had expected. Of course once Yoh had fallen their anger had blinded them making them easy targets. How foolish.
Yoh…
He glanced around and immediately spotted his twin brother among the defeated others. That girl, his fiancée, was holding him in her lap. She thought he was dead like all the others. She made him sick.
When he approached her and Yoh she looked up at him with cold eyes. "Bastard." She whispered her grip on Yoh tightening.
Hao ignored this and kicked her savagely, sending her across the ground where she lay in a crumpled heap. "Otouto." He whispered, picking the younger Asakura up in his arms carefully. He was still heavily wounded and exhausted from the fight, but not dead. Hao had been careful to not damage Yoh too badly.
Yoh's eyes fluttered open to stare into Hao's face. "Are you going to kill me?" he asked in a tired voice.
"No." Hao smiled walking over to the Spirit of Fire. A giant red hand descended from above and Hao stepped onto it gracefully. The hand lifted, carrying them both above.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking you with me."
Yoh closed his eyes wearily. He must have been to worn out to really understand what Hao was saying.
0o0
When Yoh woke up he found himself staring into a blue sky. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Maybe his friends had defeated Hao and prevented him from becoming Shaman King.
"You really think they could defeat me?" an amused voice broke in.
Yoh sat bold upright, ignoring his wounds. "Hao!" he hissed, clutching his right arm that had been slashed open. He blinked and looked down at the wound and was shocked to see that it was bandaged neatly. His eyes roved over his body inspecting his other cuts and injuries. His left arm had a thick bandaging serving as a cast since Hao had twisted that arm until it broke.
Burns were wrapped up in a dampened cloth. His chest was covered in white wrappings. Did Hao do this?
"I did most of it, Opacho tended to the minor injuries." Hao answered his mental thoughts, smiling slightly.
They were alone and sitting in a grassy field. Alone… "Where are my friends?" Yoh demanded narrowing his dark eyes. He knew he was in no condition to fight Hao again, but it seemed that for some reason Hao wanted him alive or he wouldn't have bothered stopping the bleeding.
"They are alive."
"But where are they?"
"With my followers."
Yoh stared at Hao in disbelief. "You haven't hurt them, have you?"
Hao closed his eyes and smiled reassuringly, shaking his head. "I said I didn't kill them, yet."
Yoh went quiet for a moment, trying to clear his buzzing head. He had fallen unconscious when Hao had slashed him across the chest. Anna had screamed his name and Hao laughed then everything had gone black.
Hao was still alive, did that mean he had won? But his friends were alive as well, although they were being held hostage by Hao it appeared. Hao wasn't supposed to win…things were supposed to have worked out.
Yoh vaguely remembered waking up and seeing Hao hovering over him, he was being lifted, but that was as far as his memory would take him.
"You won…" Yoh whispered, half questioning, half stating it.
"Of course." Came the smug reply.
If Hao had won that meant everyone was in danger, at least all the humans were and some shamans as well, including his friends. "You're planning on killing them." He didn't need to clarify whom he meant, Hao knew.
Hao nodded, still smiling pleasantly.
"And me?"
Hao stopped smiling and instead leaned toward him. "I have different plans for you, don't worry."
Yoh edged back to escape Hao, what he had said made him uneasy instead of comforted. But he wasn't the one about to be killed. "Please don't kill anyone." Yoh pleaded softly, looking up into his brother's face.
The older Asakura leaned back away from Yoh satisfied with the amount of discomfort he had caused. "I can do whatever I want, otouto. I'm shaman king now." He paused then broke off into a sadistic grin. "The first thing I will do is to wipe out the humans. Then I'll give your friends some attention."
"Don't. I won't let you! Amidamaru!" Yoh cried out. He knew fully well he had no chance but he had to do something. But the samurai ghost didn't appear by his side. "Amidamaru?" Yoh repeated his eyes widening.
"I sealed him. He was quite bothersome, you know." Hao chuckled, folding his legs. "You have no ghost Yoh, whatever shall you do?"
"Why aren't you going to kill me too?" Yoh asked with his eyes downcast.
Hao cocked his head to the side, a strange smirk dancing across his lips. "You want to be killed?"
"No, I'm curious. You don't want my soul anymore, so what's the point in keeping me around?"
Instead of answering Yoh, Hao crawled forward and caught Yoh's lips in a hungry kiss.
The younger brunette gasped and wriggled away from him. "What the hell?"
Hao licked his lips and narrowed his eyes before reaching out to seize Yoh's broken arm in a sharp grip.
A loud cry broke out across the peaceful meadow.
Yoh's face was twisted in pain as he writhed against the fire shaman, gasping for breath as Hao dragged him towards him by his broken arm. "Stop it!" he screamed, throwing back his head.
Hao ignored him and pushed him down into the soft grass and straddled him. "Shush, Yoh."
Yoh squeezed his eyes shut and a pain-induced tear leaked out of his eye. He felt hot lips smother him once more and began to struggle again. He kicked and thrashed his legs out, no matter how bruised and sore they were.
He felt Hao's muscles tense above him and knew one of his kicks hit their mark. With his free hand he punched Hao hard in the stomach.
Hao hissed angrily and slapped Yoh hard across the face repeatedly. He stopped once Yoh's cheek started to bleed and he was too dazed to move.
With amazing speed he pinned the shaman's other hand above his head along with the broken one. He leant down and licked the small amount of blood away from his cheek. "You mustn't be so defiant."
As the stinging pain cleared and his vision steadied Yoh turned his head to glare up at Hao. "Is this what you meant when you said different plans?" he bucked his hips in attempt to throw Hao off of him. "Get off!"
Hao frowned and increased the pressure on his wrists. When that didn't stop the determined Asakura beneath him he added a small flame in his grasp, nothing too serious but still quite painful.
Yoh screamed and twisted his body in an attempt to get away from the pain scorching through him. When Hao relented he looked up at him, panting heavily but still glaring. "Stop it." He whispered in a hoarse voice.
"You're a lot tougher then I thought…ah, no matter." Hao leaned forward so that his mouth was just brushing Yoh's ear. "Do you want me to kill your friends slowly or quickly, it's all up to you."
"I'd prefer them to not be killed at all."
"We can't all get what we want. Except for me."
Yoh closed his eyes and looked away from Hao. "If I listen to you, will you leave my friends alone?"
Hao pulled back slightly and raised an eyebrow delicately. "You're making a deal with me? What's the point of that? I can get what I want with force." He emphasized his point by pressing closer.
Yoh shuddered. "But it would be so much easier if you don't have to, wouldn't it?"
Hao paused, considering this. "You want me to leave your friends alone?"
"I want you to leave everyone alone. I want you to not kill anyone anymore." Yoh looked into Hao's face and saw the doubt. So with only a moment's hesitation he leaned up and kissed Hao gently on the lips.
Hao was taken aback but the shock didn't last long. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft kiss that was purely Yoh. When they pulled back Hao smiled darkly and let go of Yoh's hands. "You have to be obedient though."
Yoh nodded grimly.
"Then it's a deal."
0o0
Ren stared at the ground as Yoh finished telling Ren what had occurred so long ago. He cursed in Chinese under his breath and slammed his fist into the stonewall creating a decently sized dent.
"Ren…" Yoh started but was cut off.
"You made a deal with him?" Ren repeated, grinding his teeth. "But he's killing people Yoh."
"I know, it's my fault…"
"You have to get away from Hao." Ren told him firmly, turning around to glare at Yoh.
"Were you listening to me?" Yoh spat sourly. "I can't! He'll kill everyone! He killed half a city because I hit him today! I can't-!"
Ren growled and pushed Yoh up against the wall. "I'm not going to let him break you. You're already a different person, it's hard to recognize you."
The mirror's cracked now"I'm fine." Yoh said blankly, seemingly undisturbed by his friend's outburst. He then smiled gently and a spark of the old Yoh reappeared. "But I won't be if he kills you too. You know what happened to Anna, I can't let that happen to you."
Ren let go of Yoh and stepped back. "You're an idiot."
The door slid open and Opacho peeked her head in. "Hao-sama says you have five more minutes." She blinked at the dent that Ren had put in the wall and ducked out of the room, closing the door.
"You have five minutes to get out of here." Yoh whispered, grabbing his friend's arm and leading him outside into the hallway. Fortunately Opacho wasn't there and the hall was deserted. "This way."
Ren opened his mouth to protest but Yoh gave him a sharp look silencing him. They crept down the halls and down a flight of narrow stairs. While they were walking Ren was planning on coming back to this castle with the rest of their friends to rescue Yoh.
"Okay, out here." Yoh stopped him in front of a small square door. "When you leave crawl in the bushes. There are a lot of them so you should be okay. Keep going through the bushes until you find a stream. If you find that and cross it you're safe."
Ren looked at Yoh with a frustrated look. "You have to come with me."
"No I can't! Go!" Yoh hissed pushing the Tao through the door.
Yoh walked over to the window and watched Ren stumble outside into a few bushes like he had instructed. Yoh leaned against the cool glass and stared into the outside. He sighed. Ren was safe.
"What's wrong? You seem sad."
Yoh didn't bother to turn to look at Hao. Once he found out that he had helped Ren escape he would be angry.
"I already know."
Yoh pressed his forehead against the windowpane and closed his eyes. "I couldn't let you hurt him."
"Who said I was going to?" Hao asked wrapping his arms around Yoh's slender waist.
Yoh turned to look at Hao with a helpless look. "Hao,"
The fire shaman smiled dangerously and rubbed against him. "That was wrong of you to sneak around behind my back."
Yoh pressed against him with a sinking feeling.
"But you knew better then to try and leave with him." Hao continued, kissing him.
Yoh clutched at the older shaman's cloak and closed his eyes on his tears.
"I love you." Hao whispered huskily, stroking his cheek.
Yoh leaned into the touch.
I hate you0o0o0
Joh: Oh la la! My, that was long, for me anyway.
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Yoh: I'm so abused….
Hao: And I'm so hot!
Joh: Good job you two.
Anna: Bitch you had me killed!
Joh: Er…it's Hao's fault! Blame him!
Jessie: Hao you bad boy!
Hao: And you love me for it!
Joh: He is right...
Jessie: Well…
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