H a u n t i n g H i s S t e p s
By- Michi's Mind a.k.a Michi
Summery- "Why not?" Was all he replied.
Disclaimer- Michi does not own any of the Shaman King characters or concepts. They all belong to Hiroyuki Takei. She wishes she could own Hao's cloak, though.
He found his brother in the midst of a field, lying on his back, arms outstretched to the sky; as if he welcomed the sun that was now setting. A reddish glow settled upon his brother's pale skin, and his opened, white shirt; revealing his chest and stomach. The boy was skinny. Unbelievably so. But not enough to be sickly. His feet were bare, and the wooden sandals he wore, were placed beside him, amongst the six-inch-tall grass. He did not know that the other boy was watching him. The other boy with the large earrings and the cloak that quivered in the slight breeze. The boy who had been staring at the sky had not noticed a lot of things, except for how red the sky was now, and even that was one of those minor thoughts that lingered in his mind.
"Yoh."
He tilted his head to the side, seeing the other boy walked towards him. He knew him. But, he did not greet the other boy; in fact, there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach, warning him of this other, longhaired boy. And so, he did not answer to his name. Just watched with lazy-lidded eyes. He watched as the other made his way down, next to him, placing himself a few inches away. He turned his attention to the sky again, peering up at the clouds, wondering; hoping that this other would leave if he ignored him. He didn't. He felt the cool breeze skim his skin, caressing it softly, making him shudder instinctively. He could almost imagine that it was not the breeze that touched his skin, but the other boy's fingers, lightly brushing against his chest and arms. He shunned the thought from his mind.
"Yoh." The other called out again, his silky, seductive voice taking a hold of the other boy, Yoh. He smiled, knowing that now he had gotten his attention. He slid over to Yoh, placing himself directly above the boy who had tried so hard to ignore his presence. His right arm held most of his weight, as the other rested by Yoh's side; his cloak falling upon the boy's lower body, as he stared down into dark eyes. Yoh seemed calm, still gazing upwards, not exactly into the other's eyes, but somewhere else. His face seemed to be calm, but the rise and fall of his chest had quickened slightly, as did his heartbeat.
"What do you want, Hao?"
The other boy, Hao, smiled. He leaned forward, seeing fear in his brother's eyes. Yes, just a slight hint of it. His left hand slid across the grass, as he positioned it again. He didn't answer Yoh's question, and he didn't intend to. Soon, his lips were upon his, in a slow kiss. Struggling slightly, Yoh tried to fend him off. Hao had already a hold on his elbows. "Hao!" Yoh tried to yell, but his voice was lost, and made a sort of gurgling noise. Hao released the kiss first, his eyes flickering to the other boy's neck and chest. His let Yoh's elbows free, his hands wandering over the boy's stomach, and moving to his waist, his fingers brushing against his skin, sending chills down Yoh's spine. Bending forward again, Hao let his lips skim over Yoh's neck, his breath, like cold gusts of air upon the boy's skin.
"Don't do this..." Yoh moaned as Hao had kissed his neck once more.
"Why not...?" Was all he replied.
Dah. Comments/flames/something please? Anything is welcome. She justs wants you to explain why you flamed her, when flaming. ::blinks:: Obviously Miss Michi is desperate. But it's up to you guys, anyways. ::scuttles off to find something to eat::
Note: This fic was written at twelve o'clock at night May not be safe for consumers health. Thank you.