Hao never thought that he had a nice laugh. Not even when he was being nice. It always sounded wrong to him.

So when Yoh smiles at him and tells him how pretty he sounds when he laughs… It always sounds wrong to him.

But he always smiles in response and says the same back, even if he doesn't really mean it.


Hao never really laughs.

His voice is soft and steady and oh so pleasant to the ears, it's soft, caressing quality almost making it a purr.

His voice is like silk and like flowing water and it calls attention onto it even when it's a soft murmur, attracts people like flies to honey and that's oh so like him.

But his laughter is too loud, too harsh and feels on the skin like nails on a chalkboard, the tone high, hysterical, deranged, and oh so horribly Hao, all everything he is under the silk and the honey and he never laughs because that is something he is supposed to keep to himself.

But then Yoh gets up yet again, when it's too late, when he can barely hold himself up, and Hao laughs and laughs.