Sorry about the update people. Thanks to those who reviewed….or even read the damn story. 0.0

Even though we really like writing this story…and have very good ideas coming up!

-Dances-

Hao: I know! I got to screw Yoh in the last chapter…

Yoh: -pouts-

Jess: oh my god… stop it! You're at it again!

Sarah: sorry it took so long to update, but we have some really great ideas that will make you piss your pants…

Jess: 0.0

Hao: I know how to make Yoh piss his pants…

Yoh: -shudders- no! don't put snakes in my bed again!

Hao: -raises eyebrow- those weren't snakes…

Jess: anyways… we have some good ideas… so here ya go!

Sarah: just get on with it or I'll kick your damn ass!

Jess: -mumbles- …………Enjoy…………….

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Morty threw his mobile at the floor.

"Fucking stupid piece of shit… why do you have to come back Seth?"

He ran a hand through his short blonde hair. Things were going so wrong. He sighed in some strange form of relief. He slipped on a loose fitting black flame shirt and adjusted the devil fork earring in his left ear. He shook himself off and put his leather watch around his wrist.

He paced to the front door and slipped on his wooden sandals. When Yoh was in the tournament, they didn't make them in his size, but needless to say, he had changed a hell of a lot since then.

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"Haoooooooooooooooo"

As soon as the whiney voice reached his ears, Hao smirked and turned to its owner.

"What's wrong otouto?"

Yoh struggled to answer with his arms weighed down with over ten shopping bags. "But Haoooooo….. Please carry some! Come on! Share the load!"

Hao smirked and turned so he was gazing directly into his twin's blushing face. "I bet that's not the only load you want to share with me, am I right Onii-chan?"

Yoh hung his head and blushed harder, his representing some strange form of crimson. "Hao-sama… not now… not here…"

Hao shrugged. His ears perked up at Yoh's speech though. "Hey…what was that? Say that again… you just called me Hao-sama…. Hehehehe…. That's a form of submission…."

He strode to his red sports car and watched his twin struggle to the passenger seat with his 'enormous load'

After a while of silent driving, mainly because Yoh was so embarrassed, Hao's shamanic sense was alerted to something out of the ordinary.

"Hey, otouto listen…do you hear that?"

Yoh paused, sensing the concern emitting from the edges of Hao's voice. He tilted his head to the side a little, and focused his mind on the atmosphere.

Tick…tick…tick….

Yoh's eyes widened. "That sounds like…"

Hao swerved and slammed on the brakes. "Holy shit!"

Hao grabbed Yoh and detangled him from the mass of seatbelt that strapped him in.

Tick…tick…tick…

Hao dragged Yoh over the seat and slammed the door open. "fuck…fuck…fuck…"

He dragged the confused and frightened Yoh as far away from the car as he could…before the explosion went off.

And, as they say in comic books…

KABOOM!

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Morty paced the aisle in the blindingly white supermarket. His mind was somewhere else; he hardly noticed when he bumped into a little old man with a walking stick.

"Watch where you're going! Lousy ass little punk kid…"

Morty turned to apologize, but he was interrupted by a loud blast that shattered the windows and threw all the shoppers onto the tiles they had previously been standing on. He picked himself up pretty quickly and threw his shopping to the floor.

Where had that explosion come from?

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Hao opened his eyes groggily to the array of fallen people around him. The maimed, the burned, the dead.

He let his eyes focus before they lay finally upon his lover. He looked dreadfully hurt. Hao ran to his side and took his delicate face in his hands. Yoh turned his head from one side to the next.

"It hurts…oh god…Hao….it hurts…"

Hao bit his bottom lip as he looked around for help. His usually pale face was ash stricken, and his hair covered with black dust. His head snapped up to the sound of footsteps heading his way.

"Morty…"

The blonde bent down next to Yoh, his eyes flickering over his various wounds. His eyes were a blank sort of black, and they radiated a vacant stare.

"Get him to a hospital."

Hao gave him a wide berth. Morty sighed at him. "Down that road, to you left and keep following the signs."

Hao nodded and gently took Yoh into his arms, bridal style. He headed down the road just as a dark figure approached. He hung his head and threw his face into shadow.

"What the hell do you want?"

The hooded figure walked up to Morty's hunched form and gripped his chin with strong fingers.

"After all this time…you can't even look at me?"

Morty opened his mouth to respond, only to be met by a familiar fist.

"Come to Oakland cave tonight. We have a lot of catching up to do."

"What the hell makes you think I'm going to turn up?"

The familiar stranger gazed down into Morty's wavering eyes and smirked.

"There is an alternative. We have a repeat of today's performance…and this time… I'll make sure I kill them…"

Morty's eyes widened as he watched Seth's retreating back. Why couldn't he let the past go? It was never Morty's fault in the first place. Morty hung his head once more and turned on his heels, the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth dripped to the pavement.

It looked like he WAS going after all…

Please review! Ugh…! We have some really good ideas! Yippee! Anyways! Sorry this took so long to those people who actually read it anyway….

Review please!

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