AN: Finally, somewhat of a continuation of this fic. I'm Juli (apologising for the immense wait for this fic), and I will be collaborating on this fic with Lilb, because I am lazy, and too uninspired.This justis aquickrevision of the first two chapters.

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It was busy in the airport, typical of the summer holiday season. Tourists and natives alike scurried around the vast building, full of energy and cheer. White tiles and pillar structures loomed in the modern airport, polished floors and marble supports that did their best to look intimidating, but failing as thevarious tourists ignored them in favour of getting to their next flight on time.

Yoh smiled.

The said youth was leaning against a white pillar structure, arms cushioning his head and his eyes closed; a picture of the utmost serenity...or laziness. It reallydepended on your opinion. Though despite his eyes being closed, he seemed to be totally aware of his surroundings, occasionally standing straight up to let passer-bys through. And in return for his awareness, no one seemed to notice Yoh - something which he was verygrateful for.

That way, at leasthe'd be able to nap a little.

Then again,he wasn't that lucky.Despite others being completely oblivious to his existence, that obliviousness, unfortunately, did not work on people who had had a lifetime to get to know him. One of those peoplewas called Janet Asakura, also known ashis mother.

"Yoh!" A stern voice greeted him, grating on his nerves. "I can't believe you ran away right before your father and brother came!"

"But I needed a bathroom break," Yoh all but whined, "And this shirt isn't helping any matters."

Janet glared down at her son - who was currently smiling back at her with his trademark ease. For some obscure reason, she had come to recognise that face, the one that suckered everyone into thinking he was harmless and right; the face that he had plastered on now. But by now, she had realised that she couldn't trust anything that Yoh threw at her. Because most of it was fake.

"Don't you dare use your puppy-eyes on me, it won't work." She scowled at him, slapping away the hand that had begun to fiddle at his buttoned up shirt. "It was hell getting you into that shirt, and you are not going to runaround in a public place with that undone."

His expression didn't improve, but it changed into a slight scowl of irritation.

"If they've arrived then why aren't they here?"

"Baggage."

Yoh 'hm'ed noncholantly, and then proceeded to follow his mother to the baggage lounge.

As usual, conversation was absent from their walk. Yoh didn't bother talking; it was wasted on her. It wasn't as if he hated his mother, but he certainly disliked her. When she became too nosy, angry or bossy, or when she pressed for too high grades...and especially when she told him that his friends were trash.

But that was just another tangent for another time.

Right now, he had to deal with meeting his brother for the first time in five years, and with a father he had barely seen glimpses of. Ian, his name was, and Yoh hoped desperately that he was nothing like Janet. It was said that opposites attracted right?

Yoh snorted.

...Like he had said before, he wasn't that lucky.

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"...And this is Hao – I'm sure he's very pleased to meet you." Ian gaveHao a hearty slap on his back, and the boy stumbled forward slightly, sending a venomous glare back in return.

"Pleasure." He stated to no one in particular,and Yoh had more reason to doubt his sincerity when a quick little roll of eyes and a sarcastic quirk to the lips was added.

At first glance, Hao seemed to be a completely different entity from Yoh, especially with the smooth way he talked and how he wore his hair long. Yoh saw Janet eyeing the long locks dubiously - maybe with a tiny bit of distaste, and he sighed slightly. The hair was the main difference between the two (he doubted that Janet would let Hao keep them) and when you looked closer, you could see that almost every other feature matched, exactly.

So that's what the term 'identical twins' indicated.

To be honest, he had been told that when small, they had been inseparable as a pair. Admist the stories and the trouble Janet had blamed on the two, Janet never ceased to blame Yoh for his 'bad influence' on Hao. And yet, Yoh could barely remember anything more than last week's meal; and looking at the angry stance of Hao...he doubted that it would make a difference.

Yoh frowned and then shrugged, preferring to close his eyes and switch on his music.

Let his parents deal with trouble; he just wanted to sleep.

Opening one eye, he could see Ian and Janet embracing, with Hao standing in one corner, eyeing the two murderously. His narrowed eyes then shifted slowly, this time in Yoh's direction.

His mouth curved up into a small smirk.

And Yoh closed his eye, hands rising to clasp firmly behind his head.

tbc