Chapter 6 - White Moon

I do not own Shaman King, though I wish I did. A lot. I would give up my life to own Shaman King. :B I am not writing this story for profit. It is merely for my amusement.

My gosh... A whole month without writing this fic. ;_; I'm sorry, sorry. Let's see if I still have the craving to finish it. > August 30, 2002 - Chibi Team Rocket

Later that night, Hao was alone. He stood on a hill, silhouetted against the beautiful moon, the wind lightly ruffling through his cloak and hair. He was smirking to himself and thinking about how wonderful it was to actually own a person. He knew that Faust would do whatever he wanted simply because he was in debt with Hao. Hao figured that he would keep playing the man on, keep giving Faust a sign of hope and then let it dissipate into darkness.
That was when he remembered Faust's smile.
The smile from earlier this morning. The smile that Faust had shown when he and Hao laughed together. It was a genuine smile. Faust had not been pretending, or anything. That had thrown Hao for a loop.
Hao lifted his arm to rub the back of his neck in thought, turning the actual idea of himself and Faust actually getting along over and over in his mind.
Would they?
Should they?
Could they?
No! They could not. Hao was not a goofy fool like everyone else. He despised the very thought of actually liking someone. He shook his head in a rage, feeling the crimson blush beginning to stain his cheeks. Oh, how scary this was! Hao Asakura was an evil man who only wanted world domination and strength.
And that German doctor was making his heart melt.
Hao was furious. He would punish Faust for this. Faust was the one who made him feel this way. It was all Faust's fault!
Yes, Hao was sure of it. He told this to himself as he marched into his hotel room and flung the door open. He yelled for Faust to come to him but Faust did not come. Hao growled, knocking a few chairs out of his way and he began searching his room for the man.
He came to the bed.
Faust was asleep and looking rather peaceful.
Hao blinked. Several times, in fact. He stared. He gawked. He... blushed. He took a step back and sat on the ground. He was scared to admit that there was some sort of spark flaring up between himself and this man. This man who was twice his age, old enough to be his father. Not that this fact bothered him.
What bothered him was that there was actually something there. Hao was terrified.
"You are the white moon..."
Hao looked up, casting away his thoughts. He saw Faust watching him silently, eyes lidded from just waking up. "What did you say?" Hao whispered.
Faust closed his eyes and began to hum. The tune was soft and melodic, like the rolling sea. It was beautiful. Hao felt worlds away from where he actually was, engulfed, enraptured. This sweet song devoured him. Hao stepped closer to Faust and allowed his fingers to gently curl through Faust's hair.
"I love your voice," he said softly. "When you speak to me, and now this."
Faust stopped humming momentarily and rose his face to gaze at the longhaired boy. He then bowed his head again and opened his mouth to sing. The words coming from Faust's mouth were foreign to Hao. They were of another language. German, most likely.
But it was so beautiful.
Hao stayed silent, petting Faust's hair and just letting his voice echo slightly through the room. He closed his own eyes, rocking back and forth with the tune. When Faust finally finished, Hao smiled warmly and stared at him.
"What was that called?"
Faust still lay on the bed, eyes staring down at Hao. "Shiroi Tsuki," he replied in Japanese. "White Moon. It's an old German folksong."
Hao nodded and pulled his hand away from Faust's head. He rose to his feet and sat on the bed. He ran his hand down Faust's cheek. "I want you to sing for me again sometime."
"Yes, Lord Hao," said Faust.
Hao leaned forward and pressed himself against Faust's side. He nibbled at Faust's earlobe softly. "Why did you start singing that?"
Faust sighed. "I'm not quite sure, Lord Hao. It just came to me. I had not remembered the words until now."
"Indeed," Hao chuckled, pushing himself up and away from Faust. "Perhaps your memory was restored because of your long nap."
Faust blushed. He had slept. He had not slept for several years now. Could it have been because of Hao? It did not matter, anyway. He slept and the color was returning to his skin and lips. Large purple bags did not rest under his eyes. He felt very rested.
When Faust did not speak, Hao leaned forward again to turn Faust's face towards him. Faust did not pull away. "It feels good to get rest, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Lord Hao."
Hao smiled and pressed his lips to Faust's. It was not a harsh kiss or even a demand for submission. It was a kiss. A soft, warm, delicate kiss.
And Hao liked it.

(Note: Shiroi Tsuki is Faust VIII's image song for Shaman King. I do not think it is a real German folksong. O.o; But, anyway, that was the song Faust was humming and singing.)