Ok, another WAY overdone chapter… I am double majoring so my schedule is hectic… but here I am and I am excited to say I have another chapter for you! Here you go! I am typing like a madwoman here XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King or Kyo!

A/N: Because people have been wanting me to, but I am not much of a fan of the ship, I am going to hint to Hao/Silva as being more than friends, but I don't ship it… so hints will do…


Chapter 8: Forlorn Prophecy

Hao collapsed onto his bed, still drenched in sweat but too tired to take a shower. It had been a month since he finally integrated with Kyo, and now that he was fully healed, Anna "tightened the reigns" as Yoh had put it. Hao didn't know what he had when he did.

A part of him wanted to be mortally wounded again, it would be less painful.

"Master Hao," Kyo said, floating next to the form on the bed. "You need to rest, and a change of clothes. I may be dead and have no sense of smell, but I can look at you and tell you smell." Hao just groaned at the other's obvious attempt at motivating him- which didn't work.

He was so tired that he didn't hear the click of the door behind him and the bed shift slightly under the weight of someone.

"Hao, you smell horrible. I know you're tired, but a hot bath may help your muscles." Silva's voice rang out from next to him. Still Hao didn't move.

"Mmm hmmf wmm te…" Hao's muffled voice said inaudibly, being rewarded with curious looks from both people in the room. Hao shifted his head to look at Silva from where he lay. "I don't want to." A slight collective 'Oh…' filled the room.

"It will help, Hao." Silva got up, and Hao thought he was going to leave him alone to sleep, until Silva grabbed him from his waist and threw him over his shoulder like a potato sack, earning a groan from Hao from the pain radiating from every fiber of his being.

"Silva… not helping!" He complained, but didn't move to get out, since the pain was a little too much.

They reached the bathroom, and to Hao's amazement, the bath was filled with hot water already. "I wasn't going to have a choice, was I?"

Silva chuckled and put him down, "What gave it away?"

"The potato sack throw over the shoulder." Hao crossed his arms in apparent annoyance.

"I see, anyway." He tested the water. "I put some Patch remedies in the water for your muscles. Something familiar, no doubt." He looked to him again, now smirking, "Now will you get in of your own volition or do I have to play mother hen and undress you, too?"

At the comment, Hao flushed with embarrassment and turned away from the Patch. "NO. I AM FULLY CAPABLE OF DOING THAT MYSELF, THANK YOU." Silva chuckled and left the room with a click.

Hao relaxed and pealed his clothes off of his body and stepped into the hot water. As he crouched down, he groaned as his muscles complained, but he welcomed the heat of the bath water and relaxed at the familiar sent of the Patch remedies. Even with the years gone by, the Patch stuck to tradition, and that put a smile on his face.

At least some things never change…

As he thought this, the door opened to the bathroom, making Hao jump a mile high. Tao Ren stood at the door, his body as bare as he was the day he was born.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT ONE ARE YOU DOING, REN?" Hao practically screamed as he covered his eyes and his body the best he could in the tub.

The Chinese Shaman narrowed his eyes and moved into the bathroom, "I was getting changed when I had to use the toilet."

"Could you have at least put pants on before coming in?" Hao's eyes were still covered.

"To take them off again? No. and stop acting like a child, it's nothing you haven't seen before-"

"IT'S NOTHING I WOULD HAVE HAD TO EXPECT BEFORE!" The door opened again and a female voice sounded off this time.

"Ren, its common courtesy to put pants on in the presence of others that aren't your family." Hao dared not uncover his eyes as the woman spoke, not even to find out who it was, not that he had to wait long.

"Jun, you mind your own business-"

"It is very much my business if my little brother refuses to put clothes on in public places!"

Hao listened to this for a couple of minutes until he had had it. "I appreciate this family feud as much as the next, but I am trying to relax. So if you could so much as remove yourself from the bathroom area so I don't have to hear about your problems?" He didn't need to uncover his eyes to tell that Ren was about to argue, but Jun cleared her throat. There were a few foot steps then the door closed.

He relaxed finally, but kept a wary eye on the door. A few minutes passed, then he felt himself drift a little into dream world. His muscles relaxed more and more and he fell into a light sleep.


He was engulfed in tight, thick darkness that choked him every time he breathed. Every time he tried to move, what ever was holding him kept him from going anywhere, and ended up making the tightening sensation worse. There was no light to be had, nothing to illuminate where he was. Before he was about to yell for someone, a bright light surrounded him from the core of his being and he was teleported to the Patch Village.

Instead of what it looked like in current times, it was the way he remembered it from 500 years previous. He saw a form lying unconscious on the ground, one that looked all too familiar. There was a dark shade floating around the figure, which eventually touched him, engulfing the man in a black and purple aura. The scene went black once more.

He was flying through the air at the fasted he felt he could go, crying out for help. Or so he felt he was. He felt a burning sensation at his foot, turning, not to see a human foot, but an eagle claw holding onto a snake, but there was something else, too. A huge black creature had grabbed the snake and the claw that hurt. He looked into the creatures eyes, and a figure appeared, one that silhouetted the huge beast. It looked just like Hao, but his eyes were red, instead of brown. The skin had cracked around the eyes, showing a black aura peaking through. The smile was almost demonic, and soon the thought of that smile haunted him. What was going on?

Blackness engulfed him. He panted on the floor, looking at the bottom of a stand up mirror. Getting up slowly, he looked in the mirror. What he saw was not what he wanted to see. The disfigured version of himself stood before him in the mirror. A piano played in the background, and the figure mouthed something.

"Mirror, tell me something. Tell me who's the loneliest of all?" The mirror broke; a great wind pushed the shards of glass in Hao's face, knocking him off balance, and he began to fall. He continued to fall, the same piano plucking playing over and over again, the words said by his reflection haunting him.

The world was engulfed in fire as he continued to fall, unable to stop, but looked to see what was happening. The people around him were either unrecognizable, or too mauled or burned to tell. The smell of sulfur came to him, and he soon saw another familiar form. Yoh stood, bloody and broken, covered in suit. In front of him, the demented Hao and the corrupted fire spirit stood before him.

"Hao… You don't have to do this! He's… he's messing with you!" a chuckle sounded through the air as a man appeared, shrouded in darkness.

Human, he can no longer hear you. As long as I am here, there is no such thing as Hao. He is my slave, and he does my bidding. The figure laughed, And before you know it, what ever was left of this angel will be gone and he will forever serve me!

The laugh rang out as the world began to grow dark, but not in time for the true Hao to see him run through Yoh, instantly killing him.


Hao's eyes snapped open. He was still in the bath, but his heart rate had shot up to the 200s. What was that?

He heard a knocking at the door, or rather banging. Hao got out of the water and wrapped a towel around himself. He went to the door, opened it, and Yoh stood at the door, looking worried.

"You've been in there for ages, are you alri-"

Hao clapped his hand over Yoh's mouth. "I must speak to you, but not here."

They sat in silence, Hao sitting still as he contemplated what he had told Yoh, Sylva, Faust, and Manta, who had held onto Yoh as if his life depended on it.

"That's what you saw?" Faust asked as he sat back, processing what he heard. "It's more like a bad dream than anything, but it seems a little to convenient, no?" Yoh sighed.

"We need to figure it out. There's no other way." Yoh said, moving to be besides Hao, dragging Manta along.

"We just have to let things go, until we see something that could lead to that." Sylva suggested, but Hao shook his head.

"We need to find that man." He stood up and looked out the window, "We need to find the Devil."


And there! A bit of Drama in there for you! Hope you enjoyed!

The Words the reflection come from a song called Mirror Mirror by Jeff Williams