S a c h i n o S h a g e k i H o s h i
By Choctaw-chan
Disclaimer: Shaman King is not mine.
Summary: Finding out secrets and becoming closer is the key to overcoming any and all challenges set in the way. YohHao HoroRen
(The characters will be OOC, just to fit the story better. This takes place a year after the unfinished Shaman Tournament.)
A/N: Yaoi; male/male romantic and sexual relationships. Don't like, don't read. Don't say I haven't warned you.
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Heaving a sigh, Asakura Hao watched his brother roll an orange around on the picnic table. Deftly keeping out of sight, he shifted uncomfortably from his previous position on the roof; vaulting silently to a near by Sakura tree. He paused slightly, reaching up to pluck a cherry blossom from the newly blooming branches.
Bringing it delicately to his sight, he twirled it quietly; accidentally dropping it. He glanced upward. So many more tiny flowers to pick and spin for amusement. More blossoms for another opportunity to do the same activity as before.
Another opportunity?
Another chance?
Why couldn't he have another chance? Why wouldn't he be forgiven? He had admitted his mistake, and willingly accepted a beating from Yohmei's spirits. He tried to prove he was sorry countless times.
He looked down at his little brother.
"Funga fu fu."
A smile tugged at the corners of the elder twin's lips, though refusing to do so.
Immediately, Hao felt eyes peering up at him. It felt like the gaze was forcing itself into his soul; his very being. He tensed slightly, hearing the familiar voice of his Otouto.
"Onii-chan?" The younger shaman called up to him. "What are you doing here?"
Silence.
Hao wouldn't speak. Maybe if he stayed quiet, Yoh would believe he was imagining things...
"I know you're there, Hao."
Hao shifted out of the ebony shadows to face his brother. His mouth, forming a thin, slightly troubled line. Not saying anything, he just continued to glance down at his brother. Yoh only stared up at him, worry etched on his face. Finally frowning, Yoh inquired: "What's wrong, Onii-chan?"
Gaze hardening slightly, Hao stayed still. "Nothing." He replied, denying the truth. Shifting to the right slightly, he added. "What's the harm in coming here…?"
Yoh frowned at the uncertainty in his brother's voice. He didn't want to push Hao away. Gently attempting to coax the longhaired shaman to come down from the tree, he whispered, "Onii-chan, come down please?" Knowing Hao would require a reason for his decision, like always, he added, "So I can talk to you face to face."
Hao, still refusing to budge only failed to respond to that. He did not wish to have his emotions, tampered with more. Ever since he'd lost the Shaman Fight and apologized to everyone, he had been having uncertainties with trust, and how to deal with his now surging emotions, which he still continued to hide, despite the fact his eyes betrayed how he felt.
"Onegai?" Yoh pleaded softly. He could tell Hao's mind was in turmoil currently. He knew the emotions his brother were feeling, were new, and possibly even a bit scary. He only wanted to help, however. He wanted to accept Hao, though he believed fully that his brother sustained the thought of him holding contempt toward his Onii-chan.
Hao cautiously jumped down from the tree branch. Landing a few feet away from Yoh, he kept his distance. His desire for space, nixed however.
Yoh walked up to Hao, placing a shoulder on his brother's arm, causing him to twitch. The younger shaman frowned slightly at the effect a mere hand on a shoulder had on his twin.
Slowly moving out of Yoh's reach, Hao sighed. Not being used to, much physical contact, he would be a bit…jumpy, shall we say?
Yoh, again, frowned. "Alright, I won't touch you."
Again, silence.
"How have you been?" Upon seeing his brother shift position once more, he could tell his brother had a gaping wound in his side. Though it was not bleeding, it probably had to be pretty painful…Yoh winced in sympathy.
"Fine. " Hao answered with a semi-monotonous voice.
"Stop lying."
Flinching, Hao denied it. "I'm not."
"You have a wound in your side; it has to be painful!" Yoh tried to reason. He only wanted to help, he only wanted Hao to tell him the truth…
Hao felt his reserve crumble under Yoh's distress. "It…is painful." Hao muttered.
Yoh sighed. "Can I help you?"
Hao only glanced at the ground. Confirming a positive answer, he nodded his head slightly. Yoh maneuvered closer to his brother slowly, hoping he wouldn't stress his brother too much by doing something he wasn't used to.
Looking Hao straight in the eye, Yoh grinned. "Everything will be alright, Onii-chan." He said. He directed his brother to the entrance of the Onsens. A bit reluctant to follow further into the Inn, Hao looked back a split-second, before following Yoh once again.
The younger shaman almost dragged Hao into his bedroom, telling him to sit down on the bed. Hao did as he was instructed and sighed.
"I'll be right back." Yoh disembarked from the small room, leaving Hao to look at the stuff surrounding him. A bunch of CD's filling five consecutive shelves on the wall completely. The older boy stood up, plucked one from a shelf and fingered the glossy cover gently. He turned it over in his hand. BobLove, it read.
Hao placed down the CD and sat back down on the bed. Glancing at everything else until his brother came back with the First Aid kit.
"Back!" Yoh announced happily.
Hao raised an eyebrow lightly. Yoh laughed sheepishly when his brother gave him that odd look.
Hao merely rolled his eyes in response. Yoh frowned again. "Why are you so tense?" He asked.
Hao ignored the question. Frown deepening, Yoh reached into the kit and pulled out disinfectant and a sterilized cloth. Faust had taught him to do all of this a few months ago, after he'd hurt his knee, running his twenty-mile jog.
Twitching as Yoh sprayed the stinging solution onto his side, Hao growled softly in annoyance.
Bringing the cloth to his brother's skin, Yoh gently rubbed the solution deeper into the wound, then drying the alcoholic-smelling liquid from Hao's side. Hao twitched again. "You don't seem the type, but you aren't used to being touched, are you?" Yoh asked curiously, yet serious.
Side glancing at Yoh, Hao shook his head just barely. "No." was the quiet reply.
In Yoh's opinion, Hao always seemed to be rough with everyone around him. Though, he'd never actually seen anyone even dare to go near enough to him to actually reach out and touch him, except Opacho…So, assuming Hao had familiarity with being touched is what just automatically fixed itself in his, and most likely, everyone else's minds'. Looks and actions could be very deceiving.
Yoh began to wrap pale creamy-colored gauze around his brother's lower abdomen, doing it slowly, again, to assure his brother that he wasn't going to hurt him, though he knew Hao knew he wouldn't. At least, he thought that to be true.
Once finished, Yoh moved back slightly, eyeing his work to make sure he'd done it correctly. Pleased with it, he sat back down, next to Hao.
Attempting to get Hao to relax, he began to gently rub his brother's left upper arm, earning the younger brunette a few twitches. "You never really did answer my question."
"Which one?" Hao asked, slightly sarcastically, watching Yoh rub his arm. He'd always associated touch with harm…Thanks to his original father. Though he did find this slightly soothing in a way.
Yoh smiled when he felt Hao begin to relax. "Why did you come here?" He repeated his former question.
"I…" Hao glanced downward. "I came to ask forgiveness."
Yoh's smile widened a bit at that.
Not looking up at his twin, and only acknowledging the silence, Hao sighed in a slightly defeated manner. "Though, I guess I'm not going to get it."
Yoh frowned. "Keep eye contact, and perhaps you'd realize you've been forgiven already." Yoh stated quietly.
Hao's attention was, caught by this. "But, Yohmei…"
"I'm not Jii-chan, am I?" Yoh asked.
Hao shook his head, quietly.
"Then, you're forgiven." Yoh repeated.
Another smile pulled at the corner of Hao's mouth, but he suppressed it. He nodded again, standing up.
"Where are you going?" Yoh asked, a little surprised by this sudden action of Hao's.
"Back to camp." Came the worn out reply.
Yoh sighed. "Come back soon?" He asked pleadingly.
Hao gave him a small, quizzical look before agreeing. "Of course."
Yoh grinned before letting his brother go.
Giving his Otouto a small smile, he left into the dusk. He planned on coming back, if he was allowed. He'd been dying for acceptance for a while. At least one person gave it to him, and that's all he needed.
Some happiness returned into his life.
Maybe tomorrow he'd come back. As long as the bossy Itako, and the strict grandparents were no where close to the Onsens, that's was the only condition to his visits.
Sayonara Otouto, I'll be back soon. Promise.
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I hope you enjoyed the first part. I was planning on making it multi-chaptered, and actually stick to it until it's done. If I do, I promise I will finish it. This will be a bit OOC, just to inform you.
