It's the first time in years I write anything for Shaman King. Hope you like it :) This is just something I thought of after reading Flowers' latest chapters.
This was revised by The Red Harlequin On The Luna (because my English sucks.)
Disclaimer: Shaman King belongs to Hiroyuki Takei, and I make no money from writing this.
That smile
It's an absurd fear and Yoh knows it, but that doesn't stop him.
Making sure Anna is still asleep, he throws the covers off and stands up, pulling them back over his wife before the cold can really bother her. He knows Anna wouldn't scold him for this, maybe make some comment about his sentimental behavior but never really scold him for something like this.
Still, Yoh doesn't want to disturb her sleep and makes his way out of the room as silently as he can.
They took the first flight back to Tokyo after the disastrous incident not even twenty-four hours ago, and though he knows they have all been revived, he can't help but want to see his son.
As he expected, the toddler is happily asleep, but, to Yoh's surprise, Hana is not the only one in the room.
Wrapped in a red yukata, standing next to the futon where his son sleeps, is a younger version of himself, the one in tribute to whom Yoh let his hair grow.
"I thought you didn't care."
Hao turns around, his expression a calm mask Yoh has seen countless times.
"And I don't. I'm just making sure my investment didn't go to waste."
Despite the words spoken, Yoh finds himself smiling.
"Of course."
And there it is, that soft smile lacking a hard edge or a hint of mockery to it, the one Hao showed him that day when they went to drink coffee all those years ago.
The smile that convinced Yoh it was still possible to save Hao.
The end
So, what do you think? :)