Howdy! It's us again….
Sarah: Weee!
Hao and Yoh: -back away slowly-
Jess: oooook…….
Sarah: -smiles broadly-
Jess: in this chapter… there is lots of violence…. So yeah…. Just so you know….
Hao: do I get to burn someone yet?
Yoh: Hao!
Jess: no… not yet anyways…
Yoh: jess!
Sarah: You already got to burn the driving instructor…
Hao: ok… I want to burn someone that isn't trying to get in my boyfriends pants…
Jess: anyways! On with the fic!
Enjoy and please review!
Morty looked down at his ever walking feet.
'It doesn't matter.' He thought to himself… 'I could walk forever, but I'd still end up in the same place.'
The street lamps cast an eerie glow upon the pale skin of the teen, a sure sign he hadn't slept properly in a long time. It reflected from the hoop through his nose, glancing menacingly off the devil's fork in his left earlobe.
His eyes were a cold sort of black. Thoughts of pure hatred and betrayal flooded back to him. The moor loomed before him with an overbearing aura of swaggering arrogance. He can remember when Yoh once told him that the phrase 'don't stray from the path' is complete shit.
"If no one strayed from the path in the first place, no one would have known that the path existed"
Morty smiled. Good times. Fair point.
As his feet led the way, he let himself get lost in memories of him and his arch rival back in their glory days. They were inseparable, the best of friends. It wasn't until a few years ago that they discovered that in reality, they were as different as chalk and cheese.
Morty had found his faith in his friends, in the warmth and kindness with his friends, the shaman at the tournament. He had stood by their side, and he at theirs. He had experienced a side of loyalty that was forgiving and gentle.
Seth, on the other hand, had experienced a side of loyalty that had led him to become corrupted, to kill the innocent. The lambs of the slaughter.
Morty's conscious returned to the present moment. The opening to the cave gaped open like a Venus fly trap. Morty shuddered. Why did he have to be the fly?
This cave was a well known make out spot for the local louts and their rented whores, which were usually male. There really wasn't a whole lot of people in this town.
Morty's brow grew into a gradual frown. The humidity of the atmosphere made him shiver. Striding defiantly, he entered the cave.
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Hao looked at the sleeping form. Loose cinnamon bangs framed his face as tiny breathes shifted them from side to side.
Hao sighed. The younger Asakura looked so vulnerable with several strange pieces of tubing through the crook of his arm. He hadn't opened his eyes since he had passed out on the way there.
The slight bleeping from the monitor made the brunette paranoid. What if Yoh didn't wake up? It was strange, seeing his fragile body, limp and lifeless placed onto a rough hospital bed, rather than seeing his bouncy form jump and dance and sing and pout. The little things that made Yoh, Yoh.
He hung his head in a shameful manner. He had sworn to protect Yoh, to always be there for him. To hold his hand and give him a shoulder to cry on. To have and to hold a piece of his heart somewhere safe. In his own heart.
Well, that was pretty much all fucked up now.
He felt pressure on his fingers. The hand he had entwined with Yoh's. He saw Yoh's girlish eyelashes flutter and a crack of melted chocolate shone through.
"Y-Yoh?"
Yoh gave a slight nod. He didn't quite have the energy to talk yet. But he could think. That was good enough for Hao.
Hao…
"Yeah… it's me. How are you feeling?"
Don't worry about me. Go and find Morty.
"But, where will he be?"
Look, use your damned spider sense or something! I don't know! You're the only one I trust to be able to help him.
Yoh's eyes dropped to a half lidded gaze.
"I'll try. For you. K otouto?"
Thank you.
Hao turned to leave until he heard the faint calling of his brother's thoughts.
Hao?
The older Asakura turned. He gave Yoh a quizzical look. The younger Asakura gave a weak, reassuring smile.
Ai shiteru
Hao smiled. "I love you too Yoh-kun."
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"Well, well, well, look, the hero of the hour."
"What the fuck do you want from me?"
"Oh…no need to be so crude."
"Don't fucking patronize me. I'm not in the mood."
"No…you never are anymore. What happened to the good old days eh?"
Flashback
"No! Its over Seth, we're through!" Morty shouted as the rain poured through his cotton t-shirt, making it stick to his lean body, enraged at the calm look his friend's face still held.
"Hmmm."
Morty stood with both arms outstretched, shielding the class from the barrel of Seth's gun. He took a moment to take in his surroundings. His associate was so different from himself that he found it hard to relate to his thoughts. A tiny boy cowered in the corner, frightfully reminding Morty of himself only a few years back. Once more he set his eyes to Seth's weapon. The light reflected from its surface menacingly before turning its attention to the soft skin at Morty's left temple.
Morty staggered backwards, somewhat in a state of shock after his old friend backhanded him with the weapon in question. He had half expected to feel the cold steel of a bullet pierce his flesh, but he didn't tear his gaze away from Seth's. He was surprised and confused when Seth dropped his weapon, and was caught off guard when Seth grabbed his lapel hoisting him from the ground. He raised an angry fist intent on hitting the confused blonde, when he took a hesitant step backwards, blood pouring from the gaping wound now carved in to his abdomen. He dropped Morty and ignored the screams of the children as he turned and stumbled from the classroom.
Morty's body shook in suppressed rage as he stared down at the quivering blade he held in a shaky grasp. Crimson stained his hands and trickled to the floor. He had just stabbed his only friend. And yet, he felt nothing.
No emotion, no sorrow, no grief or loss. Nothing.
End Flashback
Morty's POV
He was so different. I mean, he still had the same features. His smile was still warm, but his eyes had a deadly air of cold about them. His body was now completely toned and he seemed much more experienced, much more ruthless than what he had held the gun to my head, and not pulled the trigger. His words rang with the grace and fortitude of experience, and he seemed wiser than I had ever been. Maybe I was just compensating for the fact that he had come to ruin my life…again…
End Morty's POV
Seth took his left leg back, aiming the barrel at Morty's heart. His old weapon. His favorite weapon. He took a clean shot, closing one eye to get more focus. Only, when he opened it back up, there was one thing wrong.
Morty was gone.
Yoh: WAAAAAAAAAAA!
Hao: -raises eyebrow-
Yoh: YOU CAN'T LEAVE IT THERE!
Sarah: -eats popcorn-… yeah I know! That was just getting interesting… -makes annoyed face-
Jess: -blush blush blush- that counts as a cliffie right? RIGHT?
Yoh: …..-pouts-
Hao: just fucking update or he'll moan forever…
Yoh: hmpf…
Sarah:…whatever…..
Jess: cookies to any reviewers!
Sarah: DON'T DO IT!
-All stare at her blankly-
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