What I meant by what happened at the end was real was that in this story, Anna does die. This happened to her for real and she is dead now. There are only about four more chapters, including this one, to come, so keep the reviews coming as well! At this point, I needabout 7 reviews before I update, so that I can reach my goal and more! And I would also like to thank those of you who reviewed every single chapter, this story is for you!

Yoh looked down at Anna, knowing that she had died the second she had been stabbed. Disbelief faded from his face, only to be clouded by rage. He would kill Hao at any cost, even though he knew that it would not bring Anna back. Hao had to be punished for what he did to her, and for what he did to Yoh in the process.

Yoh's eyebrows knitted together as his eyes narrowed slightly, his cheerful smile vanished only to be replaced by a loatheful frown. He pulled his remaining sword from its sheath, silently pumping furyoku into it. The sword grew to be as large as a ten story building, but Yoh did not bother to shrink it. He wanted to make as much of Hao disappear with one blow as was possible.

Hao smirked as he called forth his Spirit of Fire, immediatly turning it into a sword to match Yoh's, only Hao's was red in color. Yoh wasted no time in attacking, and he caught Hao off guard as he charged right at him. Hao was able to dodge it, and he attacked Yoh. Yoh, on the other hand, was not able to dodge, and Hao's sword struck his left arm. Blood poured from his wound, flowing down his hand and staining the ground crimson.

Yoh looked over at Anna again, seeing her pale face and red blood that spilled forever from her. Yoh knew what he had to do. He wanted to make this battle last as little time as was possible, in case there was something he could do for Anna. He wanted to stop her bleeding at least, as he could not bear to see her blood any longer. He had to finish this now.

Yoh charged all of his remaining furyoku into his oversoul; Hao did the same, and they both charged at one another. The attack should have killed one of them instantly and, as the smoke from the attacks cleared, only the silouette of one figure could be seen. It was Yoh.

Yoh had a large burn mark through his shirt and to his chest, and his arm was now bleeding much worse than it was before. He walked limply towards Anna, falling roughly on the ground next to her. He was tired and hurt, but that was nothing compaired to how he felt inside. He was torn up with guilt, and it was as though every trace of what he loved, what he lived for, was gone. And it was all his fault. She had died... because of him.

Yoh looked at her face; her lips were blue in color and her eyes were forever closed. He took her hand, it was stone cold and hung limply in his own. He quietly removed the sword from her, tossing it aside. He tore off a large portion of his unburned shirt and wrapped it around her to stop the bleeding.

A small droplet of water fell beside Anna, landing in the puddle of blood next to her. It took Yoh a moment to realize that it was a tear... his tear. He was crying. He made no effort to wipe away his tears, he simply let them fall. It seemed fultile, however, as this was not how he felt at the moment. No, he was feeling much worse than tears could ever express, crying was just a natural reaction connected to the deepest despair.

Yoh sat silently next to her, stroking her hand lovingly. He felt asharp pain go through his chest, but he did not care. If he died now, he would not care. What was there for him to live for anymore? His life, what was left of it, was fading anyway, though most of it had gone with his love.

The pain grew steadily worse, though Yoh felt numb and could no longer feel it. After a minute or so his vision grew blurry, and he shook slightly as he leaned over, almost falling. And not long after, he slipped out of conciousness, but he did not care. All he cared about was Anna, and if he was to finally see her again, he would die just for that.

And he knew he probably would, but he did not care.