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Ch.20
The heat and flames closed in. I should the wrath of the red and orange arms of death licking my skin already. Closing my eyes, I let the tears fall freely. And suddenly, I realized what I wanted more than anything. I wanted Yoh. I wanted to hear his annoying voice. I wanted to see that boyish smile. I even wished I could hear him insult me.

Anything…

I just wanted Yoh. He always made me feel better while he made me feel bad at the same time.

I managed to peek through my tears as I felt the fire growing closer to me by the second. The flames singed my arm hairs. And just as Yoh had broken in my romantic fantasy, I saw a familiar shadow break through the flaming forest.

Yoh.

My Yoh.

You came.

I saw Yoh's face appear from the flames. This had to be an illusion. But I just saw a vague outline of his body. The smoke had blurred my vision along with my tears. He unbuttoned his shirt and wrapped around me. The gentleness of his hands were incredibly comforting as I felt his firm arms wrap around me. Then, I felt a cool breeze…we were moving…away from the fire. I looked back in time to see fire close completely into the clearing where I had once been lying—waiting for Death.

The flames consumed what little was left of the forest floor. I was hoping it would burn away my shame and pain with it. But when we cleared out of the forest, the pain was still there, branded in my heart just as clearly as the shame.

Yoh finally cleared the fire and kneeled down to check if I was okay. The blood that stained my thighs were now on parts of his shirt. My dishonor transferred to him. He shared this pain with me as I saw him look down at me with those eyes. For once, they weren't boyish, but deep, serious…kind…struck with concern…loving me…

Yoh was staring at my face for a moment before he looked away closing his eyes. He didn't want to see me bare...not it is wasn't by my choice. He took his shirt, which was now slipping from my shoulders. Slowly, he pulled it back over my body. Since his shirt was long, it covered me to my knees. And I noticed how he looked away from me. He did not want my body. He did not want what Hao wanted. He wanted me. And just me.

I couldn't find words as Yoh carried to an alley nearby where people wouldn't be able to see me. He set me down gently and sighed. There was rage in his eyes, and yet, he was looking at with such tenderness. It made me weaker, even now, when I was already weak.

But it was weakness in a different way. He made me feel weaker because he was so strong.

Yoh was there for me.

Did I love him? Do I love him?

Note: SRY PPL.. VERY VERY SHORT. BUT VERY VERY SWEEET.. hehe HOPE ULIKE IT?