Summery: I narrowed my eyes at him. He seemed so…frustratingly at peace. As though he had every right to hum…the nerve!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Shaman King, I don't know who does. ..

One-shot

Title: Need

Story

I watched him quietly from the corner of my eyes. Chopping vegetables for the soup we were supposed to have for dinner. He was humming that song he's so obsessed with these days. If he kept that up, one day I'm going to snatch away his ear phones and keep them to myself. What does he like in them anyway? He never leaves them unless he's sleeping or something.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He seemed so…frustratingly at peace. As though he had every right to hum…the nerve! I felt my heart grow heavy at his careless smile. Not a line of worry or frustration disturbed his face. For some reason, seeing him so happy and content after all the training and hard work I made him go through that day…I felt…something. Something that makes a vain pop on my temple and tempt me to hit his oh so innocently smiling face with all the strength I have. For a moment, I took a pleasure of imagining my chibi form taking a huge frying pan out of nowhere and hitting him mercilessly. But I can't do that…maybe I would after dinner. A girl gotta eat.

He flipped a carrot in the air, catching it and slicing it into pieces like an expert chef. Grinning to himself his usual trademark grin.

'Show off…'

I felt my exasperation evaporating as a small tension started playing along the corner of my lips. I frowned as I caught myself before it started blooming again. The IT was something I didn't want to be THERE. In fact, I didn't want it to exist. Period. IT was just a feeling that would make my heart do…ugh. Just be stupid. I am an itaku. I'm not supposed to feel stupid feelings. Especially the ones that would make me look like an idiot.

'Aren't you one anyway?'

…

'You're his fiancé.'

…

'You're forgetting what you've been taught.'

"Shut up."

"Huh? What did you say Anna?" He asked, pulling away his ear phones and looking at me.

"Nothing. Just stop fooling around and hurry up."

Yoh made a show of a comic sweat dropping with 'as-expected-still-you-wound-me-and-took away-my-fun' face before putting on his headphones again. I watched as he deposited the chopped vegetables in the boiling water before adding salt. I looked away, as he became his usual cheerful self, and started looking around the table. There was nothing on TV. All of Yoh's friends just retired home from partying all day, guess who kicked them out. And I had nothing to do but sit in the kitchen table and watch Yoh show off. Joy…

Suddenly I noticed a little pink paper folded neatly and tucked under a jar of strawberry jam. 'Yoh' was scrawled on it in a beautiful red cursive writing. I frowned at it indifferently. I didn't really need to touch it to know it was from Tamao. She usually leaves small notes like this one for Yoh to find. People would think I would pick it up and throw it away. But I never really bothered. I wasn't supposed to care about Yoh grinning sheepishly when he finds them. Or Tamao blushing shyly when he'd thank her and put it in his pocket. Why should I care anyway? Yoh is my fiancé. He is already mine. Nothing anyone would do can ever change that. Tamao can do whatever she wants.

I found myself glaring again at Yoh's, I'm so happy to be cooking soup and chopping vegetables with Anna glaring at my back for no apparent reason so I better not do anything to irk her, posture.

'It's not like he's not happy with me. I mean look at him. He has that stupid grin again. It's clear he's happy! How much more can a guy BE happy?!'

I felt that little ache again as my glance fell on the paper for the second time. My eyes narrowed at it. It was so…pink! How can anyone like so much pink! I felt my fingers aching to touch it. I wanted to crumble it and throw it away. Not because it was for Yoh. Or because of that look I hated whenever Yoh read these little love notes. Or because the grin he gives Tamao and pretends he didn't notice her obsession with him or the way she blushes and smiles. I never read it, but I know what it says. Why wouldn't I? The whole world knows she loves Yoh. Well maybe not Yoh himself. My fiancé is an idiot.

My glare hardened at that piece of paper as it fluttered a little. Calling to me. Crying for me to touch it. Crush it under my palm throw it away. Well Kino-sama always used to say; 'do whatever a pink slip tells you to do'. Ofcourse I never actually heard her but I'm sure if circumstances arouse she would say that.

"Hey what's this?"

I stopped and snatched my hand back, looking away with a scowl. 'When did I started reaching out for it?'

I saw him picking up the jar and looking at the note. My heart gave an aching thud again as I imagined the look Yoh probably had right now.

I didn't felt hungry anymore.

I saw Yoh looking up at me, startled as I pushed back my chair and stood up. Before he could say something I went out of the kitchen. Anything was better than having to sit doing nothing but staring at that stupid pink slip.

I sighed as I stepped into the cool night air. I felt like I just ate Manta's cooking. I made a face to myself before I heard footsteps coming my way. I quickly put on my usual look and looked out, arms crossed.

I was surprised to find him come up and stand there with hands in his jean pockets. He didn't say anything. This made me wonder if he was feeling all right. What was he doing out there anyway? Wasn't he supposed to finish reading that stupid note and start cooking again in his usual manner? I wonder if he was holding that note in his pockets. Ofcourse I don't CARE if he is. He's probably just thinking in his usual stupid Yoh way. Yoh is mine already, he wouldn't think of someone else. …Would he?

I scowled at the night. Now the NIGHT was a thing to look at. It was silent. It was dark. That's how everyone should be.

…

Why isn't he saying something?

"What do you want?" I asked tonelessly. It seemed more like a statement than a question, but I liked it that way. "Aren't you supposed to make the soup?"

"I have a few minutes till it's cooked." He replied, his trademark grin in place as he continued to smile like an idiot at the night.

I scowled again. He seemed happy at everything. Except when it came to anyone being in danger.

My eyes softened against my will as I felt that feeling swarm my heart again. It was the same feeling that made me make that suit for Yoh. When I pulled him in my arms after Hao ate his soul. When he came out of the cave and looked at me with something I would never forget…

I'm not an idiot or a pessimist. If I were I would have lost hope in him a long time ago.

I know Yoh likes me. But then, Yoh likes everything. He doesn't hate anything. When I sprayed Horo Horo out of the spa before his and Yoh's match. When I chained Amidamaru the day I came back to him. When I made him go through all the training, the chores, the jogging, the electric chair that went on for hours, the grocery buying and making him wear the outfit he didn't like and other uncountable stuff, especially me forbidding him to save Ren when he needed to. I knew he hated all that. But he never said anything about it. Except for the outfit. He hated that the most. But said he liked it when I told him I made it. Was it out of fear or sympathy? I don't know. I don't think even he does.

Yoh doesn't know what's good for him. I do. That's why he is the shaman King today.

But why am I here?

Yoh doesn't need me anymore. I'd be surprised if he himself didn't know that. He knows the fiancé business was just an excuse to make him stronger. He knows I would never admit I care. But then why doesn't he say anything?

I sneaked a glance at him from the corner of my eyes. He was gazing at the night with the same look he had given me when he came out of the cave.

The problem isn't whether he likes me or not. I know he does. The problem is if it is good for the both of us.

I'm not really in denial. I know I like him just as much, if not more. And he knows that. Doesn't he? I'm better than Tamao, right? Why does he keep those pink slips to himself? Shouldn't he throw it away or something…no, that's not like Yoh…then why not tell me about it and laugh it out? …No, that's not like Yoh AND me.

I know I can be cold sometimes, but I never made fun of anyone like that. And I don't intend to, especially in case of Tamao. I don't enjoy her handing Yoh glasses of juice, congratulating him and blushing. Or any of that stuff. I don't care how many times she makes a fool out of herself. Yoh likes me. Right?

…

Yoh always smiles and seems happy when he gets Tamao's notes. Had I ever done anything like that to make him smile in such a way?

…No, doing such things isn't like me. You shouldn't change yourself just for someone else. You should be happy with who you are.

I looked at the stars again, not failing to notice him getting a little tense. He knew I was watching him. I knew what he was thinking. But it didn't matter. I sighed feeling as though the world just crumpled down on me.

Yoh likes me. Yoh liked being lazy. Laziness never did anything good for him until I came. Yoh doesn't need to train anymore.

I won't lie and say the fiancé business was just an excuse. I really did thought we were meant to be. He's everything I ever wanted. Patient. Warm. He doesn't hold a grudge and knows and cares. And especially understands.

Tamao is naïve and self-conscious. Even though she doesn't seem to be afraid of having a crush on someone already taken, she still needs to have more confidence in herself. She clearly needs someone who is patient, warm and encouraging. And who fills that description?

I closed my eyes as a chilled wind caressed my skin. I rubbed my arms up and down and looked up. A storm was brewing.

I sneaked a glance at Yoh again, wondering if he was cold too.

What I saw made my heart ache more then it was already. He had this strange dreamy smile as he looked at the night sky. Like he wasn't even aware of the chill. There was only one reason why he could have that look at a not so good news…Tamao?

Without a word I turned around and started heading back. I could feel him turning around to look at me, hands still tucked in his pockets. I stopped when I reached the sliding doors and turned around; trying to smile for once…I can do it once at least, for him…can't I?

"You should come inside, it's getting cold." My voice came out hollow and empty. I was ashamed of it. But there was nothing I could do to take it back.

I don't know if Yoh noticed or not, but he didn't react like he normally would.

He didn't smile like he usually did. Come to think of it…he didn't when he turned around to look at me, or when I stopped and looked at him. He didn't even smile when I smiled at him. He always smiled at Tamao…His eyes drooped down a bit. Looking somewhat…firm? Determined? Sarcastic? Whatever it was…it made my heart stop cold in its place. It was a bit like Hao. But at the same time, it was still warm.

My heart sank. I don't know what he was thinking for once…and I don't think it was anything good…

I forced this feeling down and glared at him. Feeling my eyes cloud with cold indifference. "What are you waiting for?" I snapped, "I don't have all day."

His trademark grin was back as he clasped his hands behind his head.

"You go on ahead. I think it's about to rain and I need to collect my weights before they rust."

Without another word, I went inside.

The house was silent. There was no sound of the TV, or Yoh's humming. Just when I needed something to distract me, I couldn't find it. Great.

I went to the kitchen and pulled up a chair. But just as I sat down, the sound of water showering down with force surrounded the house.

A while later the thunder growled and I looked at the clock. It had been a full one minute. What was taking Yoh so long?

I looked out the window at the raging storm. With a sigh I got up and started filling the kettle with water. Might as well make some hot coco while he was out there.

However even after I put the kettle upon the stove and brought out a fresh clean towel and some warm blankets, Yoh still hadn't returned.

I stared at the front door and decided to give him five more minutes. If he still wasn't back, and wasn't hurt or dead, I would kill him.

Fortunately, just as I thought of it, the door opened and he stepped inside. Dripping all over the floor.

He smiled sheepishly as I gave him a death glare, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sorry Anna, I-"

"Sit down." I cut in shortly, turning back to the stove and pouring out the heated water. I heard him pull back a chair and sit down silently. When I turned to him with two steaming mugs of chocolate, a sight too precious to believe greeted me. THE shaman king. The mighty Shaman king. Had his arms clasped together tightly, shivering with a clenched jaw.

I hid a grin as I strolled up to him and placed his mug in front of him.

"Drink" I ordered before I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around him securely.

If he was surprised with what I was doing, he didn't show it. And for that, for some reason I was grateful.

"Ahh…Anna? I can't exactly move…" He murmured nervously, as though I would bite his head off for that.

The nerve! Like I am that bad tempered!

"Shut up," I snapped, "Unless you want the drink all over yourself."

That silenced him.

I wrapped the towel around his head before I took hold of the mug and moved closer to him. I guess I didn't really know what I was doing until the mug was touching his lips, and he smiled. It was the same unforgettable smile he gave me when he came out of the cave. I glared at him hard as my face started warming up with full force.

"What are you staring at? Drink it already!"

He jumped a bit before obliging like a good little fiancé he was. I fought down an amused grin as the thoughts I had been trying to distract myself from came rushing back to me.

I have always wanted Yoh. I know that. I wanted the best for him. I wanted HIM…but desires are pretty complicated.

I wanted him to be happy. Not to just try to find happiness in every little thing. It's not worth it. That's not real happiness, right?

He already was where he was supposed to be. Then why was I here?

If I weren't here, Yoh would have someone truly worthy of him. Someone who wouldn't be afraid to show how much she loved him. He needs people to show him that. He could never be happy with me alone like he could with all his friends around.

"AN-ANNA!!!"

I snapped back out of my thoughts only to find I was spilling the drink over his chin.

Recovering from my shock, I glared at him.

"You would get that again the next time you stay in the storm that long."

Yoh winced, "Yes Anna…"

I took away the cup and wiped his chin and lips with my bandanna, not failing to notice his flustered and embarrassed get me out of this look.

"Now hold still." I ordered as I started massaging his head vigorously with the towel.

He did as he was told, unfortunately, the massage started making the blanket slip. With a sigh, I reached for the blankets from behind Yoh and grabbed it before it fell further.

It was a touch. Just a simple touch of my elbow with his shoulder that made my heart leap back like it had been shocked. Losing my control, my hand caressed past the hot skin on his neck. We both tensed, as my hand just seemed to stay in its position.

...I never felt like this before…it was like holding a warm cup of milk in a cold frosty night. I couldn't think straight. I don't think I even WAS thinking!

I felt Yoh move a bit which fortunately brought me back to my senses and I moved my hand away.

...Fortunately…why did it felt so unfortunate then…?

I think I was still in daze as I abandoned all thoughts and looked for something to do. I grabbed the mug and poured it down the sink. Unfortunately it was after I poured it down did I realize that I just wasted a half cup full of hot chocolate.

I could feel his eyes on my back, studying me. I didn't like it.

I poured out some soup in a bowl and handed it to him.

"I already ate." I lied not looking at him, "Go to bed after you're done. Do the dishes tomorrow. I don't want you to catch a cold before your 50 mile laps"

He blinked at me before getting that look again. The one he gave me outside a little while ago. It made me feel worse then I was then. I couldn't explain it.

"I'm going to bed early." I manage to choke out under that look. Surprisingly it came out more like a whisper to myself. I felt sick to the stomach, but I didn't want it to show. There was only one thing on my mind. One voice echoing. To get away.

He didn't answer with his usual 'Yes Anna.' and I didn't wait for it. I needed to get away from him before my head exploded with that stupid voice. If I wanted best for the both of us, I needed to get away. Pronto.

I don't remember how long I stayed in my room. All I know is that I stayed in one position for far too long. Knees against my chest with my arms around them. Head aching for no reason at all. I felt drained and, for some reason…cold. Maybe I was coming down with a fever.

I had just taken a sleeping pill to help me relax. But it wasn't working. I couldn't sleep. I felt uneasy and edgy. I couldn't explain what I was feeling. It's not like I never felt it before. But why was I feeling it so much now? I couldn't stand the silence in the house. Usually the whole house would be full of laughter and teasing. Where was it now? Where were his stupid friends when I needed them? Why was I feeling like this now? Why not before?

I knew the answer to all that. Before Yoh wasn't a shaman king. He needed me. But this wasn't the first day after he became one.

I sighed. I never had a chance to think like this then. It has only been a week, and the week had always been full of laughter and noise. I never thought about the future like this before. I always said I wanted to lead an easy life. But I only thought about his safety. His dreams.

Now it was time for me to think of the reality. I couldn't run away from it forever.

I waited till I heard his footsteps. Just as soon as his door closed, I made my move.

Sneaking out silently, I felt like a spy. I don't know why I was doing it. But I wanted to do something. I felt like I NEEDED to do something. And this was the only thing that could help me. The only thing that would allow me to stop thinking like I was. Maybe. I know it doesn't make any sense. But it was worth a try right? I couldn't think of anything else. And I felt too uneasy to try to figure out what exactly was it that was making me feel uncomfortable.

The house was dark and completely deserted. I tried not to step on the squeaking steps. Damn this old house, why did it have to be old? And squeaky!

I crept silently to the kitchen as soon as I reached the stairs. Grabbing the long extension, I looked about once before punching in the numbers.

Suddenly it struck me how ridiculous I was being. This was YOH we're talking about. He could sleep through an earthquake!

Relaxing a bit, I turned to the stove and lighted a match.

There was a beep before someone picked it up.

"Japan airline reservations, how may I help you?"

"I want to make a reservation for one to Hong Kong under the name Kyouyama Anna. When's the next flight?"

"You're in luck! We have one seat left when our last customer cancelled his. The flights in four hours, would that be ok?"

But before I could reply, a long beep cut me off.

I felt my heart stop as I spotted Yoh's shadow right in front of me.

"Sorry to cut of your line like that," he said breaking the silence. His voice sent chills up my spine. He sounded a bit different but still like Yoh. Like the time he told Manta he couldn't be friends with him anymore.

Recovering quickly and determined not to let him get to me, I glared at the stove in front of me.

"Grab me a carton of milk." I said without thinking.

It was when he started towards the fridge that I realized what I had done.

Grabbing the nearest thing I found I did the only thing a desperate girl who had suddenly gone psycho could do to keep her fiancé away from her for no apparent reason but just a gut feeling. Attack!

Unfortunately, he was Yoh. And my training had a little too good affect on him for my own good. He grabbed the frying pan almost effortlessly, just a little jerk of his head.

Ironic isn't it? Just a few hours ago I was happily imagining hitting him with a pan.

He gave me the same look I was starting to loath and fear at the same time. Ha. Fear. If someone had told me a week from now I would fear a mere look Yoh Asakura would give me, I would have actually laughed out loud. But now me being tongue-tied like this, I don't find it that funny.

"Y-Yoh…"

"I'll warm the milk for the both of us…" he murmured softly, taking away the pan from me gently. I stood in the same position as he warmed the milk on the stove.

'Wha-what just happened? H-Ha…How dare he?!'

I felt my eyes blazing as I turned around to give him a piece of my mind, when once again my blood froze.

Yoh was facing me already. The tips of our noses touched, yet he didn't react. He didn't even look surprised! I stared. It was like he didn't felt anything. The closeness didn't had any affect on him and he didn't had any problem with it. It didn't affect him at all? There was no reaction. He still had that look on. And something else. Wait…

…

WAS YOH ASAKURA SMIRKING?!!!!

No. False alarm.

"Why don't you sit down Anna? I'll be done in just minute." He said like he was asking me what day it was.

I felt something in me crush. What was wrong with me? How could he not notice the distance, or lack of in this case, and yet it bothered me so much?

I didn't know what he was thinking. I don't even know what I was thinking. But the next thing I knew, I had my hand raised and before I could think, I struck him hard.

I couldn't believe I did that? Was someone controlling me or something?!

"Y-Yoh-" But I didn't had time to finish. Something not good was welling up my eyes and I needed to get away.

I turned about quickly and ran away from the kitchen. From HIM.

I don't know what I was doing. What was happening to me?? This was ridiculous!

I ran up to my room and shut the door, panting heavily.

Tears were pouring down my eyes endlessly now. And I still couldn't understand what was happening to me. I fell to my knees, trying to stop myself from crying. I had no reason to cry!

'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!' I yelled at myself as I rubbed circles around my temples. I was losing my mind. Definitely losing it. If I stayed anymore near Yoh Asakura I would definitely go mad.

"Stop fighting…" a soft voice advised.

I didn't need to turn around to know it was Amidamaru. My shoulders sank and I leaned my body against the door.

He looked at me in concern and tried to step closer when I held my hand up.

"That's enough. Tell Yoh I'm not feeling well. I'll see him tomorrow."

He didn't argue. No one could.

Just as he disappeared, I wiped away the tears and stood up. Taking out a bag from my closet, I did the only thing that seemed reasonable. Start packing. But…maybe another sleeping pill or two would make me feel more at ease. At least enough to think straight. Or not think at all. I like both.

I stepped out of the room just before the sun rose over the horizon. I could still feel my eyes swollen from the night's unmentionable act. When I got to the foot of the stairs, Yoh was waiting. Somehow I wasn't surprised.

He didn't had that look on him anymore. But he didn't had his trademark grin. This time it was a bit different…hurt? Pain? Sympathy?

I glared. No one was allowed to feel sympathy for Kyouyama Anna.

I made my way downstairs, not caring to acknowledge him more.

"Where are you going?" that voice was back. So the look must be too.

"None of your business." I snapped. I felt angry at him. How could he act like this when it was all his fault?

"Actually…it kind of is." He replied.

I felt my bag being snatched away from me, and the next thing I knew, Yoh had my right hand grasped tightly. He swung my bag behind his shoulder looking indifferent. It was as though he was used to this. Like for me to act this way was normal.

I stared at my hand. I couldn't believe I almost lost control again. However this time I didn't let my emotions take charge. I didn't cry or run away. The thoughts I had been having and the crying I had done earlier had drained me enough for that. Instead I found myself doing something even I couldn't believe. I looked at him straight in the eyes. He didn't blink just stared back. We stood there in silence for a moment.

"Break the engagement." I said, my voice wavering a bit.

Yoh blinked at me, "What?"

"I'm breaking the engagement. I'm an idiot to do it. I'm breaking the engagement with you. You don't have to marry me. You can marry whomever you like. I need to get away from you. I'm going to Hong Kong. Yohmei-sensei had mentioned someone there. He can make me the best I can. I still need to learn more then I know. I know I can learn more. I need to get away from you. I need to train. I need to be a better Itaku. I need to go away. I need to stop thinking about you. I can't do that with you here. You need to get away from me. You don't need me anymore; you can lead the lazy life you wanted. I didn't know how to tell you. I need to get away from you. I need to stay away. I need to stop thinking about you and all the things I can't understand. I need to concentrate on my goal. Your not tied to me anymore I'm breaking the engagement."

I don't know how long I babbled the words I never even thought of really and would have never spoken. I knew I was making a complete fool of myself, but I couldn't seem to stop. I was so tired. My head hurt. I kept on talking non stop, even when Yoh pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me tightly, and I started crying again. I kept on talking like an idiot. Repeating myself again and again. Until I couldn't take my head aching anymore. And I couldn't take my whole body aching all over. I ended up saying the words I had said the most before darkness swallowed me.

"I need to get away."

When I opened my eyes, it was already mid-day. I found myself tucked firmly in my bed, near my bandanna. My bag lay empty by my side and all its contents folded neatly beside it. I looked at it silently. My heart sank. I was still in the Asakura house.

I looked about. It was like last night never happened. I would have believed it was all a dream if not for my bag. What was I drunk? My heart sank deeper as I thought about the embarrassing inevitable I was about to face when the door slid open.

"I thought you'd be up by now." Yoh said cheerfully, holding a tray as he entered.

I looked at what he brought as he set it down beside me. Two fried eggs, sunny side up. Two glasses of orange juice, a thermos, two coffee cups and a dozen something sandwiches. What did he think I was, a pig?

"I thought we could have breakfast together since I felt weird eating alone." He said grabbing a sandwich and biting into it hungrily. I stared at him as he wolfed down a couple more in a hurry. He caught me looking and swallowed. His trademark grin back in place, "I love you too"

I stared; sure I had heard him wrong.

"What?"

"I said I got milk too" Yoh said smiling like he usually did. I seriously need help, "I figured you couldn't be that hungry, so if you drink this I can whip something up for you later."

Oh so considerate. Where was this consideration when I was up in my room?!

I suppose my glare intensified because his eyes got a bit round and he started tugging on his collar, "And I placed all your clothes back in your closet"

Placed my clothes back in my closet?!! Who gave him permission to TOUCH my closet?!

"I made vegetable soup!"

Instantly I felt my anger cooling down. "Vegetable soup?" I like vegetable soup. It's healthy. AND tasty.

"Yeah! It should be still hot now, want me to go get it for you?"

"I can get it my self." I said stiffly, pulling off the blanket and standing up.

"Okay," said Yoh grabbing the tray and getting up as well, "I can't let you leave."

I stopped dead in my tracks, "What?" I asked turning around.

Yoh blinked, "I said I'll get us some tea,"

"With soup?"

"Sure it would be a new thing" Yoh answered smiling brightly.

I decided not to think much on Yoh's tastes in dinner. The guy couldn't get enough of rolling oranges? What do you expect?

He followed me downstairs, humming his usual annoying tune. When we got to the kitchen I took a seat while Yoh poured both of us a bowl of that steaming delicious-I mean acceptable soup.

"Well?" he asked as I took a spoonful.

"…Its edible." I replied carelessly, taking another gulp. Again with that smile. Seriously I think his face is stuck like that now.

"Where's Amidamaru?"

"He went to visit some friends"

We ate in silence. I think Yoh is hanging around Horo Horo too much…

When I had finished, Yoh got up to clear the table.

"I'm going to my room." I announced matter of factly as I headed for the stairs.

"Anna wait."

I stopped and waited as he quickly rinsed off the two bowls.

"What?"

"You don't want to go into your room"

I raised my eyebrow, "why not?"

Yoh hesitated before he grinned in triumph, "Because your favorite soap is on!"

"It doesn't start for another five hours"

"Its dinner time?"

"We just ate"

"Amidamaru is sick"

"Ghosts can't get sick."

"I haven't trained yet"

"Then go train!"

"But I need you to be here" Yoh exclaimed at last in frustration.

I raised my eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because," Yoh began stepping closer, kneeling down and taking my hand.

I blinked, when suddenly he tugged my hand, making me land on my knees and placed his lips on mine.

My eyes widened in shock as he pulled back and smiled sheepishly, "I need you."

NG: I know, the ending sucked. But meh, I couldn't think of a proper one. PLEASE REVIEW!