Loko: Shaman King YohRen. Because it deserves more fanfiction.
Summary: One moment between being smiled at and leaving. Tao Ren suffers a slight embarrassment, and can't kick the blame anywhere else. Rather unfortunately symbolic. YohRen
Disclaimer: Not anywhere on me, which is where I'd keep them if I owned them.
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placing blame
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He could blame it on the press of moonlight on his skin.
He could blame it on the press of lips on his own.
Or on Hakuoh's shifting.
He could blame it on the way Yoh whispered against his mouth, "Good luck. If you need me …"
Or on the way he held onto the last vestiges of honour with, "Don't come save me."
He could blame it on a million things and one.
But the truth is this: Asakura Yoh may have been the one who pulled him down, but Tao Ren was the one who fell off his horse.
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words:100
paragraphs: 7
sentences: 7
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This takes place pre-China, just before Ren leaves the Asakura home. (After the Ren vs. Yoh tie.)
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Loko