Summery: Someone is stalking each of Yoh's friends, in order to get closer to Yoh. He seals their souls, and what he plans on doing with them is more than Yoh can handle. But, with Hao's cold heart, can he end up saving Yoh, by saving himself? Rated T for partial yaoi and twincest.

A man stepped into a dimly lit room, casting a shadow upon a white rug opposite a fireplace. He walked quickly, though he made no noise as he strode into the room. His presence was left unnoticed by the only inhabitant of the room, who was sitting in a low armchair near the fireplace. The person in the chair was reading peacefully. A smirk formed slowly over the intruders face as he took sight of this. It was going to be easier than he had anticipated, and it would be quite a bit quicker.

The man stepped into the light a bit more, but his face could not be distinguished, as he had a ski mask covering his face. He was wearing all black, and he could blend perfectly into the shadows of the dark room. He noticed the boy by the fireplace, his tall spike just barely reaching the top of the chair, the shimmering flames casting reflections off of his purple hair. He looked so peaceful, and he was, before the intruding man spoke to him.

"Why, hello there Renny; long time no see, eh? I see you're doing well, but being here alone, at this time of night, how risky." Ren's eyes shot up, off of his book, as he glared right at the man before him. Hatred reflected in his golden orbs as he quickly jumped to his feet.

"Who are you? And what do you want with me?" Ren questioned the man, looking around to see where his Kwan-Dao was, but he could find it no where. Then he looked straight at the intruder, and saw him pull something out of his black coat. Sure enough, it was Ren's weapon.

"Looking for this? I took it from you when you weren't looking. Too bad for you, however, you will not be needing it soon." Ren sweatdropped; no one had ever managed to get his weapon away from him before. This man was good, perhaps a bit too good. There was no way that Ren could beat him, especially without anything to fight him with.

"I have no use for you. There is only one person I want. But, since you are in my way, I will give you the privilege of being the first to die. Do not worry; it might not hurt that badly, unless your weapon is dull. Then it may take me a while." A maniacal laugh filled the room, chilling Ren to the bone. The man then charged at Ren, not having given any speeches or anything; he wasted no time in going for the kill, and that was what Ren had been afraid of.

The man with Ren's Kwan-Dao launched an attack at Ren, hitting him sharply in the stomach, and also knocking him backwards, onto the ground. Ren clenched his stomach, feeling the warm blood flow freely over his hand. He gasped a bit, the pain sinking in on him as he fought to breathe past the pain. Once he was able to breathe, there was still the matter of how he was going to get out of the house alive, when no one was there to help him. He was alone in his mansion, and he was defenseless against this murderer.

The man smirked and hit Ren again, this time on the side of his face. Blood flowed down his cheek as a diagonal gash formed over his face. He screamed, the shrill sound echoing all through the open house, but no one was there to hear it. Ren struggled to his feet, facing the man before him with extreme abhorrence. One of his beautiful golden eyes was shut tight, the red mark running over it. The intruder faced him again, but with a much less serious look upon his face. It was the look of sarcasm; this man thought that watching Ren bleed was funny.

Instead of taking pity on Ren, the man took the time that it took for Ren to stand up to strike him once again, this time, on his neck. A large, red cut formed quickly over his neck, almost tearing it directly off. As soon as Ren had managed to stand up, he was forced back down by the force of the attack. He was sent flying to the ground, clutching his neck as he fought greatly to inhale, the strength being sucked out of his body with every passing minute.

He used what was left of his strength to crawl over to his attacker, looking up at him as he reached him. As he stared up at the man, tears welled up in Ren's eyes. He knew it was the end, but it was just too hard to bear with. He had little strength left in him, but yet, he had just enough to talk, and he took this time to speak directly to his attacker.

"Why?" Ren choked out between sobs, his breath coming in sharp, painful gasps. "Why me? Wh-what did I ever do to you? I-I don't understand." Ren coughed, choking on his own blood. He fought to control his breathing, but his air was limited, as was his life. Blood poured from his many wounds, staining the white floor rug a deep crimson. Ren's hair went limp, hanging down on his shoulders.

"Because, my boy, you were in my way. I have no use for you, but in order for me to get what I ant, you have to go. Do not take it personally; it is not as though I do not like you. Here, I will let you know who I am before you die." And with that, the intruder removed his mask, revealing his true identity to the boy on the floor. Ren gasped, choking out as shock filled throughout his mind.

"H-" Ren tried to speak, but he was unable to finish as he felt a sharp stab to his back. His Kwan-Dao going right through his back and gamming into the floor, right through his entire body. He gasped one last breath, choking out even more blood, before his whole body went limp, slamming his head to the ground.

The murderer proceeded to put his hood back on, before leaving the room through the window, and taking one last glance at the dead body laying in the middle of the room. He smiled, quite proud of his work, this was but one of the many that stood in his way.

"I'll get you soon Yoh. You are my true target, and there is nothing that will stand in my way once you are gone. And the best part is, you'll never suspect me!" and after that… he was gone. But he had taken with him so much more than just Ren's life; he had taken his… soul.