Summary: If things had been different, could they have lived a happy life?
Note: Due to certain circumstances, I have added another chapter to this. If you would like to know the reason why, I shall tell you. After reading the Shaman King manga over again from chapter 240, I have realized that fangirling is not good for one's health. Especially in the middle of the night. With school the next day. So, in order to rid myself of at least some of these insane urges to squeal every time I think of Hao and Yoh sipping coffee together peacefully or the two of them in the onsen together, I have made another one of these. I am also ignoring the fact that they shared the onsen with pretty much all the other guys because I rather like the image of them enjoying each other's company. With just the two of them. Oh yes. I would also like to add that the reviews given to me have put me in a very happy mood and was the reason why I had the urge to read Shaman King again. So, all those who reviewed, you have yourselves to thank for the existence of this chapter.
Disclaimer: I seem to have forgotten about this in the first chapter. I do not own Shaman King or any of its characters. I, sadly, have not perfected my drawing technique yet and so, it would be impossible for me to even attempt creating a manga.
Chocolate brown eyes roamed the corridors carefully, watching for any signs of life. Seeing that the coast was clear, nine-year-old Asakura Yoh tiptoed out from his hiding place inside his room and slowly made his way down the hall. He winced every time the wooden floor creaked under his weight but did not pause, his determination pushing him onwards. It was very unlike Yoh to do something like this. Usually he would be with his brother or lazing around in his room. But this was essential for his survival.
Today, he was on a mission.
His parents had left do something or another, he hadn't been paying much attention. It probably had something to do with that little trip he had caught them talking about once. His grandmother lived in a totally separate house from them somewhere in Osorezan. He didn't know where since he had never visited her before. She was always the one that visited them. His grandfather had some errands to take care of and all the servants in the household were on a sort of 'vacation', as one would call it. That meant that the house was empty. There was nothing to stop him.
It was the perfect chance.
As he closed in on his destination, Yoh's face lit up. The boy unconsciously quickened his pace, trying to reach the door that would lead him to his goal. He quickly stopped and peeked inside. Seeing no one, the boy brightened and completely forgot about keeping quiet. Grabbing a stool, he placed it down in front of the sink and climbed onto it. Lucky for him the stool was tall enough that he could reach over the counter. In his excitement at realizing how close he was to achieving his goal, the young nine year old forgot about the most important thing. A mistake that cost him everything.
"What are you doing, Yoh?"
Eyes widened and muscles tensed as Yoh found himself frozen in place at the sound of another voice. His hand was outstretched, fingertips almost touching a large jar next to the sink. Slowly, the boy turned his head around and came face-to-face with the one person he had been trying to be cautious of.
Asakura Hao leaned against the doorway on his side, crossed his arms and raised a single eyebrow at his younger twin brother.
"Nii-chan. . . ." Yoh whispered, laughing nervously as he tried to act calm. His mind, however, was doing the complete opposite. "Is there something you need. . . . ?" He let out an innocent smile, trying to make it seem like he wasn't about to do whatever it was he was going to do.
Hao's eyes narrowed.
"Yoh," he began sternly, standing up straight. His face was serious. "Move away from the cookie jar."
The younger one did so reluctantly, tears streaming down his face.
Hao would always be the one obstacle he would never be able to overcome.
The End.
Why doesn't my family have a cookie jar?