You're Mine

Summary: AU "Just remember that you're mine." It begins with those words, but rapidly becomes something deeper and far more complicated than a mere promise to get back the boy of her dreams...YohxAnnaxHaoxTamao.

Disclaimer: I own only the first five volumes in Shaman King, though I shall own all of them… when they come out. Alas. Woe.

Author's Note: Ahahaha… I have updated on time! I am triumphant and thoroughly smug! n.n I've also finished – rather ahead of time – both my Anna/Lyserg and Faust/Manta entry for Every Pairing Under the Sun. :D Life is good. As for the votes…

Votes: 32 Yoh x Anna, 12 Yoh x Tamao, 30 Hao x Anna, 14 Hao x Tamao.

And Yoh/Anna, Hao/Tamao wins by a very, very close vote. –peers- Wow. Too close, almost.

Alternate endings will happen, because I like the idea of YohTamao, HaoAnna too. Of course I do; or else I would have never entered this ficlet with a mind open to the possibility that it would happen.

I wasn't too fond of how this chapter was written; hopefully you guys won't mind going through it. I promise you that the next chapter will be far more… iiinteresting… -grin-

Here's chapter eight for the moment, though! Enjoy as much as you can. :)

Chapter Eight: Of Boys and Bitterness

"Hoeeee, Tamao!"

The words were spoken in a familiar tittering drawl; that of Ely ("Call me Ely-chan!" she had insisted upon first encountering the rose-haired girl, features blossoming into a smile) and her three best friends. They were not, as far as Tamao was familiar with the concept, Tamao's best friends, but nevertheless, for their exceeding kindness in having guided her throughout the school upon her first day in attendance, she was remarkably fond of them. They were the ones to whom she showed flashes of her other side – the side that could speak out, could laugh without restraint.

For the entirety of her life, she had been surrounded by remarkable people. Master Yohmei, who was one of the most successful fortunetellers in Japan; his wife Mistress Kino, who was a vividly striking itako, even in her old age; Anna-sama, who appeared to be following in her teacher's footsteps, and, of course, Yoh… And in their brightness, she had been only a dim little thing, a seedy creature in the background that only Yoh's efforts had roused into a fragile bloom.

But her present companions did not shine; only glowed as she did, though with none of her own tremulousness. They showed her, not what she wanted to be, but part of what she could be if only she put her hand forth to attempt it. And so she loved their company.

"Tamao-chan?" A light tap to the side of her head drew her back to reality, and she grew aware that Ely was grinning at her conspiratorially. There was a notorious hook to the corner of her lip, a slight lift that might have been mistaken for condescension in a less kind girl. "Dreaming of a certain someone, Tamao-chan?" The violet-haired girl inquired slyly, her mouth widening into an appearance of clandestine humor. Her eyes sparkled with the charming mirth that Tamao herself had never learned – a blaze of sociability that, in Tamao, was merely a tiny flicker that hinted more at illusory things than at the corporeality of kindness.

"N- no…" Her cheeks heated, and color flooded through their pale porcelain, daubing her face thickly with crimson. All around her, Ely and her friends roared with laughter, though it was kind – they had all suffered through their boy-obsessions, and knew to treat this one as they had all others. Though she was, in comparison to their antediluvian friendship, a mere newcomer, nevertheless they accepted her readily as part of their group, and regarded her as such.

"It's no worry." The other girl assured her with the endearing smile that was her trademark. "All of us go through that phase. When Mina-chan," She indicated, with a lift of her chin, the shamefaced blonde to her left, "had it, she came down with it so badly that she can't even stand to look at him in the hallways even now without wanting to tackle him and…" A wry shrug shifted through her shoulders, and the girl smiled a trifle dryly. "And I promise that we won't tell Yoh-sempai about it."

The rapid influx of information had, apparently, confused the fortuneteller girl, who now frowned, a light crease digging into her brow. "Mina-chan liked Yoh?"

Now Ely laughed openly, with only the faintest inflection of contempt for Tamao's confusion. "No, silly!" Companionably, she slapped at Tamao's shoulder, and affected not to notice when the tiny girl stumbled in her steps with the heaviness of the blow. "You needn't play innocent with us; you know very well that we've all gone through that phase. Remember? I told you a while ago what happened each time!"

You tell me too much. Tamao wanted to say, even timidly, but held her tongue. Where others had mastered communication, she had been bestowed with the gift of silence, and used it now more than ever in the midst of her hollow confusion. This, however, did not prevent the thoughts from searing her mind, moving with sleek determination through the chambers of her brain before shifting away again, disappearing into depths whose bottom she could not see.

"Wh- what do you mean?" She managed to say.

A tiny fleck of pity lanced through the other girl's gaze, accompanied by an unfamiliar confusion, as she responded, "Why, you have a crush on Hao-sama, don't you?"

After that tempestuous meeting, Yoh had retired to the confines of his next classroom ,readying himself in more ways than one for the next lesson, though his mind was hardly upon the subject so much as his recent memories. And it was there that Hao found him – the twins shared every class, as they had shared many other things in their childhood, and as always, Hao had had the lion's share of attention in the class, as well as the larger portion of decent grades. But that did not matter now – Yoh had what the other boy desired; knowledge of what had ensued in the meeting between the boy and his former fiancé. With a drawling tone that did not hint at the eagerness beneath his words, he inquired, "How did it go?"

Conceit veiled beneath the guise of a benevolent question probed indifferently at Yoh's shields. In ordinary circumstances, he might have laughed and permitted it; the boy was fond of his brother, for all the other's looks of arrogant mystery and considering condescension, as though he were forever in possession of knowledge that Yoh himself did not retain. Now, however, there was a new tautness to his body that did not escape Hao's razor-sharp study, a tautness that lent an adult grimness to the poise of his mouth and the entire movement of his body.

There was also a stain of rapidly deepening crimson upon Yoh's cheek – a multicoloured bruise whose mark seemed unlikely to fade. Smiling secretively at a memory of his own, a hand brushed his own cheek as he arched a brow at his brother, awaiting a reply.

"Ototo?" He drawled languidly, and was not surprised to see his brother whirl towards him, eyes glittering with danger. "Is there something wrong?" But no – there was more to the situation now than mere wrongness; for all that the boy's hair was unkempt, his cheek vivid with Anna's less than loving mark, there was something else. An exultance that had not yet been acknowledged by his mind and made ready for joy, perhaps; triumph that surpassed his understanding so that he did not consider himself able to acknowledge it.

The question should not have been 'is there something wrong', so much as 'is there something right'.

"Something happened, didn't it." The question was not precisely that any longer – Hao possessed instincts as well as the knowledge of two lives prior to this one, and with them he saw what someone with only one life could not have; the tiny kernel of delirious contentment that suffused Yoh's thoughts. But there was more to that than the words implied; there was something odd about that blitheness…

"She said that she loves me." The boy murmured at last, and a faintly fixed smile drifted up to inhabit his features with a curious, ghostly joy – bleak and beautiful at once. And at once, Hao saw that he had been mistaken – there was no triumph to Yoh's gaze, only a confusion that bordered upon madness. "She said that she loves me."

"And isn't this what you've wanted of her all along?" The question was seemingly artless, and his twin did not glance up to see that the long-haired shaman's gaze was anything but guileless – that the profound depths were filled with an intricate craft born of age and experience. "That she should love you?"

"Not like this." His voice was weary. "Never, never like this. You don't understand, you weren't there. You didn't hear her say it. The way that she said it."

She said that she loves me, but she said it in the tone that you might use to hate me.

"M-me?" A furious blush composed more of fury than of embarrassment overtook her features, and momentarily, her cheeks had grown so suffused with crimson that they virtually glowed with the color. "In love with Hao-kun? How could you think so?" Her countenance glowed bright scarlet now, and she clung all the tighter to the notebook that was ever by her side. "I'm in love with Yoh! Kun." She added hastily, as though fearing that he might round the corner and come upon her in this shameful instance. But a treacherous modicum of her mind could not help but drift away to remembrance of long sienna-hued strands that swayed with an adult elegance that Yoh, in his childish adorability, could have never attained. And regardless of her efforts, it would not willingly be dismissed and put into a corner again.

Airily, Ely waved a hand, as though dismissing the aforementioned shaman's twin. "Yoh's all very well, pretty cute in his own way," The girl said facetiously, and tossed her hair momentarily, breath escaping her lungs in a longing sigh. "But Hao has that sexy look going for him – you could tell them apart even if he cut his hair and styled it like Yoh's. And really, who could blame you for wanting to collect a set of Asakura brothers? They are pretty good-"

"I'm in love with Yoh!" She did not realize the repercussions of her statement until she had spoken it aloud, eyes shut with creased humiliation, fists clenched, arms in an X over her chest, as though seeking to ward Ely's statements away. Reluctantly allowing an eye to drift open, the fortuneteller realized that she had spoken the words aloud, and flushed a still deeper hue of crimson in embarrassment.

I should have known to predict my own future today before coming to school…

"No one," Ely said at last, and the temperature of her voice had lowered distinctly in friendliness. The deep violet of her eyes was translucent with a new dislike as she regarded her friend. "can be that in love. Don't yell, Tamao – what has that silly boyfriend of yours been teaching you about manners? – it's rude and it makes my ears hurt. In any case, I was only commending you on your taste and your luck. Hao is beautiful." Laying a considering hand upon her friend's shoulder, she smiled brittlely and said, "If you have a choice, you should go for Hao. Yoh's only a little cute, and that will fade when he goes through high school; it always does. He doesn't have very much else to commend him, always sleeping in class, always—"

She wrenched her arm free of her companion's grip, and was faintly pleased to see a sparkle of shock dart through the other girl's gaze at little Tamao's less-than-reticent actions. "Yoh," she said levelly, never allowing her voice to rise above a level that might be deemed more loud than conversational. Nevertheless, there was a faint raspiness to the manner with which she spoke, as though she were unaccustomed to conversing at such a high volume. "will be a success at whatever he likes. He is strong." Her lashes dipped in embarrassment as she allowed her eyes to shutter to a close.

"And I love him."

"Love." For the first time during their vast time of acquaintance, Ely-chan's voice held some vestige of ancient bitterness that did not suit the girl's face that she wore with such supple grace. "If you believe all that silly propaganda about love, then I am very sorry for you, Tamao." And indeed, her voice held some trace of that sorrow, although it was tempered by a sudden condescension that the pink-haired girl had never before seen in her companion.

"And why is that?" Though her comment had been intended for defiance, it was difficult to break too many of her old habits, even in the defense of her… of Yoh. Her voice was childishly humble, and broke a little with the pressure that had beset her. "I love Yoh, and he loves me."

"Boys," said Ely bitterly, "are faithless things. You cannot trust them." Imperiously, she sought Tamao's gaze and found it, holding it with a cool anger. "But you do," she added, and her tone was cloying with pity. "Don't you."

"Hai." Tremblingly, she raised her own crimson-hued eyes and faced her friend. "I do."

The bell rang, summoning students to their classrooms and their last classes of the day. But Ely and Tamao, caught up in their moment, hardly noticed as the students began to filter into the classroom…

Allowing his eyelids to fall so that his eyes were mere slits, Hao gazed momentarily towards his brother before reaching out with a gloved hand to lightly brush Yoh's temple. The gesture in itself was purely theatrical – the gift itself did not require contact, though he loved it all the same.

Immediately, he cupped the thought that reigned primarily within Yoh's mind within fingers that were suddenly trembling. And he did not require his brother's secondhand tale any longer; for he saw the scene that replayed itself within his mind, over and over again until madness dawned…

I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear of me?

I love you. love

Love you Forget

Never forget live without you I can

Die please let me die

understanding she loves me

Pink hair beautiful shining like the sun only darker and now

they are together, they're one and the same,

which is which and which can't I live without?

The splintered and fragmented thoughts soared through Hao's mind like peregrine eagles, wings splayed, plumage brilliant with something a little brighter than sunlight; a little lovelier than darkness.

A last thought soared through his veins, pulsing with a winding intensity that charmed even as it drove him mad…

And Hao expelled a breath, smiling. Only the attentive might have noticed the slip of his mask; the way that his rich, sensual laughter broke a little upon the higher notes, and was more fragile than usual in its quality; more glass than diamond, and chipped, besides.

"She loves you, does she?" His voice was low, contained, and not a little contemptuous. Deft fingers coursed momentarily through his hair, a quick flickering gesture that was here and gone. "Do you really think that she does?"

Sharply, Yoh glanced up, his calm still affixed to his features in a tranquil smile that did not befit the confusion of his gaze.

"Why?" He inquired, tone cool, striving to match the disdain that Hao himself employed with such ease. A flicker of humor lanced through his gaze, as it always did, and he repeated, "Why? Do you want me for yourself or something?"

An abrupt glimmer of shock darted through the other boy's gaze – Yoh was too intent upon his brother's expression to notice that faint discoloration – but it vanished again, smoothed away by the calm assurance of his manner. "Interested? In you, romantically?" Rich contempt had thickly daubed every word, so that the syllables cradled an emotion so heavy with disdain that it would have curdled milk in an instant. Nevertheless, despite the unhelpfulness of his voice, there was a glitter of amusement within his gaze that did not have everything to do with derision – as though there was a paralleling irony that only he himself espied. "Well, you really should be re-tallying the odds of that idea, shouldn't you? I have a duty to produce beautiful children for the world to adore as much as they do me." The words were spoken dryly, though they were not without their own level of seriousness. "Simply because you've had two girlfriends and I haven't gone for any means nothing."

As though to emphasize the degree of truth within his words, seven pairs of eyes surveyed the unmoving pair from the doorway, all of them fixed upon the long-haired figure who had sprawled across the chair directly parallel to Yoh's own. They retreated immediately as Hao cast them a disdainful glance, and from beyond the wooden barrier, there came tiny squeals of the swooning joy of fangirls – a tinny sound that was rapidly drowned out by the resonance of the school bell, signalling the beginning of class.

"So who are you interested in, then?" Yoh demanded, heedless of his timing and the students that had begun to filter into the classroom. A flare of incensed anger darted through his usually level gaze, though he controlled it with only the slightest hint of difficulty. "Anna? If you're so interested, why don't you ask her out yourself!" There was a lame jibe in that statement, and one that trembled and fell flat – the boy had never been adept with malice, and now was no exception.

Nevertheless, Hao appeared to look thoughtful. The rotundity of his even features served only to accentuate the sensual malice of his smile. "Hm... you may have an idea there, ototo." He said, amusedly. There was so vivid an innocence to that statement that for a moment, the contents of the words themselves escaped Yoh's thoughts in a flood of relief. As comprehension dawned, however, relief crept away again, to be replaced by a renewed anxiety. "I think," The shaman continued, as though oblivious to the emotions that played over Yoh's taut features, "that I might do so indeed. It's not as though she isn't strong enough." In the same way that Tamao is not strong. Though the words went unspoken, nevertheless Yoh thought that he could hear them in the implicit, secret way that the other boy smiled.

There was a pause. The teacher was quick to take advantage of it, as well, passing out handouts to each of the twins and instructing them, in his reedy, blind manner, that they were to complete the handouts by tomorrow, and to do it for homework if they did not conclude the activity in class.

"She'll never agree." Yoh said softly, and for a moment, the control that he had taken such care to exert over himself waver; the pulse of anger was audible within his voice. His fingers convulsed over his pencil, subtly contracting and loosening until the metal object hardly resembled the straight item that it had once been. "Never." But the words were spoken with a curious hesitance, as though he sought more to convince himself than the boy that rested, smiling languidly, to his side.

"She thinks you're evil," Yoh said into the hush of the classroom, though it seemed that only his brother caught the words, "and sometimes, I'm not too far from agreeing with her."

"Well," The shaman said, with only the faintest burr of amusement to inflect his words and imbue them with a curious malice, "she thought that you hung the stars and the moon; and look how that turned out."

"She-" Yoh began, only to pause again, blinking owlishly in confusion. "What?"

A glance of pity overcame Hao's companionable contempt for a moment, and Yoh was not certain which was worse; to see his brother's disdain, or to know that the other boy thought him so weak.

"She thought, once," The boy said, and his voice took on a dreamy tone – the voice of a storyteller in the midst of a fairy tale, "that you had potential; that you could become what she wanted. And she fell in love with that ideal, I think. Remarkably, that illusion lasted several years, even with her capability to read minds. It's only recently that you successfully dissuaded her from that belief."

"O- only recently?" He could not help but stammer now, weak with confusion and a lack of understanding that bordered upon obscenely exasperating.

"Hai…" The glance that the long-haired shaman turned towards his brother was cool with amusement at the wasted opportunity. "She loved you." Hao said softly. "And though she may think she does still, the only one she's deceiving is herself."

"And you, of course," He added as an afterthought. "But think about it – are you so certain that she can tell the truth if she herself doesn't know what it is?"

"Anna knows what she's doing." He spoke the words stoutly, though they were said like a prayer, a mantra, rather than a resolute truth.

The shaman's words were laden with satisfaction as he replied: "Not now, she doesn't."

Yoh fell silent, eyes hollowed, gaze drifting away into space, uninterrupted by the pestering of the teacher. And even as the bell rang again, signifying the end of the school day, he did not move.

Hao, however, rose to his feet with a smile that rimmed a kind of malevolence that he appeared to reserve to toy with Yoh alone. "May you understand, ototo." He murmured within the boy's ear as he passed him on his way out of the classroom. No one saw how Yoh winced, with a faint, slight shudder, in response to that statement.

Author's Note: -vaguely pities Yoh- Alas, for he is cute and torturable, and I greatly enjoy taking advantage of both. :D And Ely, in case you're wondering, is based on someone I know in real life. She's a one-time OC; maybe more, depending on how Tamao turns out.

Leave me a review… and here're last chapter's review replies:

Black Hikari: Hnn.. thank you. :) There will be, of course, unnecessary stress and tension and probably flirtations. Hao does have to keep up with his fangirls.

Soralover1: Thanks. :)

asn water: -prods them- Alas, for they are unmoving as stone. Woe unto the public.

Kaorien Otome: I believe my email's on my profile if you're really so keen to know. –laughs- And ouch… I'm sorry. I keep copies of practically everything everywhere; my friends have been swamped with virii of late and I don't want to risk the same fate. I've got too much to lose. And you think it's a roller coaster now? –laughs- You just wait.

Lalelulelo: -waits-examines fingernails-

-waits more-

-pause- Are you quite done yet?

Now, the reason I'm keeping the pairings open is not because I'm spineless. The fact is that I promised the voters that the decision would be theirs. To remove it at this junction seems to be a witless sort of thing to do, breaking both a promise and causing everybody unnecessary stress. Feel free to disagree, but I don't need to come home to a set of insults. And since you seem keen on doing me good, here's my advice back: medicine is taken better with sugar. Just—consider it, would you?

Bibliomaniac: If it's any help, he doesn't mean to be two-timing. –pets poor Yoh- He's just a little confused – more than a little so. –insert excuses for Yoh here- And do you really think it's filler? –benevolent smile- Once we get a little further into the chapters, you'll understand that I try to make absolutely nothing 'just' filler. –rubs hands together in a rather evil fashion- And wah; why does everybody see him so shallowly? He's a confused, confused boy, and I loves him. And I sincerely hope that he's not out of character. –vaguely anxious look-

As for Hao; Hao is ALWAYS evil. A Hao without evil is like a night without darkness. He has it in him to be good, because his intent is good. He's just—warped. And that's how I like to play him. And capable of love? It depends on your definition of love, really. He's capable of feigning it, but he will never give himself wholly over without many, many years. Look at what happened with Matamune, after all.

And don't worry about Anna; she can take care of herself. ;) Sort of.

Remember, Tamao's just had the fulfillment of one dream. She'll be feeling on top of the world right about now. To have a dark mysterious stranger take an interest in her (and let's face it, I think most of us have had the dream of the dark mysterious stranger) is probably just another thing to top it right now.

And do you really think that anyone can resist Hao if he puts his mind to it? Another one of the reasons why the Asakura brothers don't get along as well as they ought…

Dillpops: Well yeah, I guess I'm no different from the crowd when I like Hao, but… Ren's neat too. :D He just strikes me as a driven force with nowhere to go, whereas Hao has both direction and force – and a knowledge of how to apply it.

Manta will be given a task, I think. –ponders- At this point in planning, there are several ways the plotline could go, and I'm thinking through all of them before making a decision. However, in at least three, Manta's getting a role of his own. :D

Starwing: Gotcha. :)

Inulover4eva: Poor Anna – alas, she must suffer through at least twenty more chapters before I finally let her settle down with anyone. –innocent look- And I haven't even finished planning out the fic yet… -.-; And I haven't totalled up the votes at the moment (I will in a second, and you've probably already read the results in the Author's Note, but I always write my replies before I write anything else, so I don't know yet), but just know that there's going to be an alternate ending, regardless, kay?

And – what, being in love? Just a bit, although not exactly the things that Anna's going through at the moment. And I find that conflicts are just contrasts between people – if you have a clear image of your characters, and you interact them enough, eventually you'll get conflicts. :D

Jasminefly: Your wish is my command, O disembodied voter. –grin-

Rayless-Demon: Ack, I envy you. I have some of the Spanish scans, but I can't read Spanish. X.x And hey, Hana's a little kid, while Anna is… Anna. Who wouldn't be scared?

Split Butterfly: To be honest? The too-shy bother me, too. –vague guilt- That's one of the reasons I had Tamao as the fourth corner; because I want to develop her and make her less shy. She has so much potential, but never really uses much of it in fanfic. And I promise you – whatever pairing crops up in the end, I'll pull it off with as much flair as I can muster. ;D

Aaah, another HoroTamao pairing fan? That pairing is /cute/. I have different ideas for Horo in this fic, though. Maybe when I get Wallets and Sodas done…

KristiexxNguyen: -laughs- You have at least an alternate ending to look forward to, at the very least. You know that, don't you? And of course I'll continue! I have twenty-some chapters to write, still…

Meisha: You're welcome and thanks yourself. :) –loves drama-

Trisyl: Nyeah, shut it, you. I'll not-make-up my mind if I like, even if it IS you. :P And gah! Typos! –runs off to fix it- I also like Hao, although I know he's out of character in this. I'm working on it! Anna will regain her sanity sooner or later. If she doesn't, chapter twenty-four has gone to Hell.

Hey, you know I love hinting. :D

I added that first bit about Tamao in this chapter for you. T.T Hope you're happy; fortuneteller-girl is now on her way to being developed.

I know! I have suddenly conceive a mad love for our beloved Iron Maiden. After I wrote that chapter, I was suddenly seized with the urge to write HaoJeanne fics. Which I thankfully didn't give in to.

…-cough-doesn't reply to that bit-

I know, I know, but it was getting long and I got rather lazy and I didn't really want to give too much away… -prods fingers together-

Whee! Someone noticed my apparent subtlety! –dances around in glory-

Kawaii Koneko92: Aww… that's kind of you to say. n.n –feels special herself- Hope this chapter was as good as the last one.

Tippy-chan: Hee – thanks. :) I don't really think that I got my act together until last chapter, but I'm glad that you enjoyed it all the same. And okay; your vote has been noted.

Koneko-Koneko: Ahh… so that's what it meant. n.n' I need to work on my Japanese. And I've updated in a week! For the first time in months… -.-;

Kago: I know! –loves Hao- I'm thinking about writing a Hao-centric, second-life fanfic called Courtship. It's HaoOC, which I usually hate, but I really like the concept in this one…

Snow-girl: That's a question with a bit of a complicated answer. Right now she likes him the way you'd fall in love with a movie star.

Soul: Your vote has been noted – and thanks. :)

SquirrelFraulein: Soft side? Are you crazy? –laughs- Love makes many people soft, but that's because they turn it into another side of themselves. Anna doesn't get soft with love because she accepts everything about herself, and doesn't let herself get worked up just because she's affectionate. But I love scenes like this – such angst! –pokes them lovingly- And… oO; Butter?

anime-obsession260: oO; Okay… may you find a Yona fic to read if this turns out Anna-Hao. :) And there'll be an alternate Yohna ending if it turns out Hana anyway. –prods her plan mournfully- So much work…

bow-down-to-keiko: Yohmao. –mouth twitches- I'm sorry, that is just the funniest shortening I've ever heard. Yohmao – what a weird word. And Anna /could/ live without him – as a vegetable, hooked up to a machine for the rest of her life. Hmm… -sprouts an evil grin-

Cherri-chan: Sure, I'll take your vote. :) And I've never been sure what the definition of fluff was – could you explain it to me? And aah – you are vengeful. Well, he's already gone through something of it when that Anna/Hao scene happened, remember?

Anna/Hao isn't as uncanon as some of the others – we know from both the manga and the anime that Hao has the capability to be interested in Anna. What scares me – seriously scares me – is the pairing of any two characters who've probably never even spoken in the anime. -.-; Unless they have a long chapterfic to themselves in which they can develop.

BloodThirstyPacifist: Thank you. :)

No-name: Thanks t'you too. n.n

Cindy Asakura: Snh, snh, snh… you'll see.. :D

Kryah: Wow; you're the first Tamao/Hao fan I've seen that mentioned Tamao/Hao only, without saying anything about Anna/Yoh. -o