Chapter 5: Back draft Explosion

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

By the by: The inspiration for the title "Hurricane Yoh" actually began with the concept of giving Yoh the Spirit of Air and the Spirit of Water. Those two candidates suited his personality, I thought. Flow. If you attack air or water, they just accept it and flow right back. Oh, but there wasn't a Spirit of Air in the shamanic elements, back then I didn't know what the 5 elements they actually used were. Yet in the end, one spirit was enough. And I really love the things that can work with Spirit of Air.

It begins.


"D-Damnit, Horohoro. Keep your sister under control!" Ren demanded

"I can't believe it" Manta stated as he limped forwards with his friends, " Why did even I get dragged into it?"

"Horohoro, your sister is terrifying. Even Anna-okami will let the non-combatants make it to safety" Ryu proclaimed.

Horohoro mumbled something about evil little sisters before a gaggle of teenagers walked aimlessly in front of the group of friends.

"Excuse me," Faust began. And to their credit, the group of girls didn't get instantly spooked out and run away, "do you four know about Yoh-kun's Spirit of Air?"

"Of course!" one of the more excitable girls declared. "You guys are Yoh-sama's friends, right? Yoh-sama is always working on his greatest techniques around here."

"Here?" asked Ren

"Of course. For secrecy. Se-cre-cy!" The girl lectured, waving her finger for emphasis. Her friends nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You guys sound knowledgeable." Horohoro observed

"Ho ho!" Another girl piped up. "Because Yoh-sama is the greatest! And you're in luck. You've found the Yoh-sama appreciation comitee!" she finished dramatically. They're ego seemed to puff up noticeably.

Ren wore a confident smirk. Perfect. "Then experts, I'll procure your services." He produced a large sum of cash and held up for emphasis.

"Th-That's…"Manta stuttered as he pointed

"Two hundred-thousand yen!" Chocolove finished in shock.

"Hmph, this is nothing to the Tao family. My allowance is already—"

Slap!

The sound resounded throughout the area. Ren's loose palm dropped two hundered-thousand yen onto the ground in shock.

"Horrible." The girl in front of him accused darkly. Ren noticed that her eyes were cold now. "You're Yoh-sama's friends. If Yoh-sama won't tell you something, will you just go behind his back?"

The other girls had cold eyes too. Eyes that said they were looking at dirt. That they were better than those they looked at. That they were better than Ren Tao's two hundered-thousand yen. In unison the group bowed shortly. "Excuse us, we have training in the front yard now. Goodbye." And they were off.

'from carefree and sociable to cold and distant in an instant… ' "Hmph, so this is the Asakura Clan" Horohoro said aloud

"It's commendable" Faust commented

"It's not that Yoh-kun won't tell us…" Manta sulked, feeling misunderstood. "… but rather, Anna won't let him tell us."

"Guess this way's no good" Horohoro commented.

"Oy, Ren. Shouldn't you pick up your cash before it gets blown away?" Chocolove asked. As a poor comedian, it pained him to see such amounts of money treated so trivially.

Ren said nothing. He was frozen in place.

"Hehehe, he's still in shock." Manta pointed out

"You'd think with hair like that he'd be used to rejection!" Horohoro chimed in.

"W-What? Shut up! You—" Ren said, incensed

"Comrade! I understand your pain well; but you must move on" Ryu advised

"Don't put me in the same boat as you!" Ren shouted

"It's okay, Ren-kun" Faust placated "true love takes time."

"You bastards!"


"Y-You… are you rejecting me?"

"Gomen(sorry) Kohatsu-kun. There… there's already someone that I like." Tamao stuttered.

"But…" the young man trailed off. He couldn't believe it. Rejected, him? In front of all these people? "But you said that last year! I've waited, waited for a year! Yoh-sama already has a fiancée and you won't even give me one date!"

"I know he already has Anna-san, but…" she blushed.

"You can't just reject me in front of all these people!" Kohatsu he pulled Tamao to him by the arm and whispered feveredly so as not to be overheard by their spectators.

"I'm sorry Kohatsu-kun. I didn't want to talk here, but you insisted…" Tamao said softly

"Am I not enough for you?" he demanded.

"Please… y-you're hurting me. Let go" Tamao protested weakly

"He's going to make her cry!", "how horrible, is that really Kohatsu-kun?", "he's the worst", "but he's usually very nice!" whispers arose from the crowd. It seemed the girls—in particular—were becoming tired of playing spectator roles and were becoming increasingly incensed.

'N-no good, I'm being made into the bad guy. Damnit, this wasn't supposed to be how things went.'. Kohatsu immediately backed off and apologized.

At this point, Anna showed up and barked at the trainee's to get back to work. They scattered.

Tamao turned and tried to leave as well.

"So you rejected another one? You seem quite popular with the boys, Tamao" Anna commented, her arms crossed.

Tamao flinched at being addressed and stopped short.

"So that's Kohatsu." Anna observed. "I only hear good things about him. Isn't that kind of person called a 'catch'? You're quite lucky." She observed neutrally. "He's what people call 'cute' too. You shouldn't turn him down."

Tamao finally turned to face Anna but looked down, she always had trouble meeting Anna's eyes. "P-People do call him cute… but Anna-san doesn't think he's cute… right?"

Anna's eyes narrowed.

"Anna-san…" Tamao gathered her courage, "Anna-san has to rely on which traits are called cute on soap operas and in magazines, and then match them to people to see if they're cute. You can't just tell on your own" Tamao found that she could look into Anna's eyes now. She stopped stuttering too. Because she had nothing to loose, she lost a long time ago.

Anna took a dangerous step forwards. "How do you…"

"Anna-san only sees two classes of people," Tamao continued through her trepidation, "Yoh-sama and everyone else. Only Yoh-sama looks cute to you."

Anna frowned slightly. And Tamao only smiled a big, sad smile through her tears. She didn't know why she was saying these things, or just where she was getting her courage from, but she continued heedlessly.

"No matter how much people tell me someone's cute… I can't care. I can't feel," Tamao admitted sadly, "maybe it's because of our childhoods. We're pretty weird, Anna-san. It isn't normal to only be attracted to one person."

Anna considered Tamao for a long moment—sighed—and admitted "No, it isn't"

Tamao smiled, nodded; bowed deeply, and left wiping her tears.

Anna looked away in silent contemplation, 'So Tamao is the same, how strange... Something will have to be done.'


"Yoh-dono!" came a shout over the mental link

"Aaa, we can't stay on the ground like this." Yoh commented out loud. He was surrounded by his grandfather's tiny, green shikigami. This exercise was supposed to increase accuracy and evasion skills while simulating battle with numerous enemies. As always, there was a fair-sized crowd to watch. Though it was now composed more of youngsters due to the time of day (school was out now, after all).

Yoh positioned the enormous "Spirit of Sword" behind him and rocketed into the air with his patented "Oversoul missile" technique. As he spotted his friends approaching from his spot ascending into the sky, Yoh decided to wave to them.

"I think Yoh-kun just waved to us…" Faust commented.

"Tche, it hardly matters" Ren commented

"Oversoul Missile. It's amazing right?"

The group gave curious looks to the mysterious speaker.

"You look confused, forget us already? The Yoh-sama appreciation club."

"You slapped me, earlier" Ren observed.

"If Yoh-sama doesn't mind showing it to you, then we'll just do the explanations for him" the girl commented, receiving nods from her friends, "you're his friends, after all."

"Oh… I see" Manta said, sounding like he didn't understand the logic at all.

"Aren't you going to pay us off, Ren Tao?"

"Hmph, I don't want to get slapped again" Ren smirked.

In silent understanding, the girl who slapped him smirked back

"Oversoul Missile is an advanced technique. Yoh-sama transforms the blade into a rocket booster. The difficulty level is very high. There isn't anyone else alive that can tamper with the energy in a double medium like that and the amount of strain the body undergoes as it is rocketed forwards is equivalent to being strapped onto the nose of a rocket ship. It's easy for Yoh-sama though," the girl commented solidly, "he's the best."

The crowd raptly watched as Yoh rocketed skywards and easily dispatched of the pursuing shikigami.

Up in the air…

"Yoh-dono!"

"Aa, this is too easy. Jii-chan(grandfather- informal) won't let it stay like this"

Yoh looked down just in time to catch the image of his grandfather thrusting his palm into the ground. A storm of leaves flew upwards. Yoh had to guard his eyes and brace himself as the torrent reached him. 'Not good' Yoh switched Spirit of Sword from 'rocket form' to 'blade form' and waited.

On the ground…

"Not bad…" Horohoro muttered "that old guy's got some moves. Yoh's been surrounded."

Even from the ground, the spectators managed to catch the forming of small blue shikigami from the leaves at random angles around Yoh.

They were dispatched in a flash of movement.

"What the…" Horonoro said in awe

"Tactical Circle," the head of Yoh's fan club spoke up, "in a split second, Yoh-sama judges the location of every enemy within a 360 degree field, then plots a slashing course, and combines the blade's normal form with Oversoul Missile. Power traded for a slashing speed so great, only Yoh-sama could possibly control it." She spoke haughtily.

"Hmph, I could do it" Ren commented self-importantly.

"Then let's see!" a club member dared.

"…" Ren remained silent

"Thought so."


"Not bad, Yoh" Yohmei praised, "it seems you've actually begun to train seriously."

"Anna" Yoh provided in lieu of an explanation. Yohmei nodded in understanding. "But Jii-chan, you're still keeping pretty fit, too"

"Kino" The old man provided in lieu of an explanation.

The pair of Asakura men, two generations apart, shared a chuckle of sympathy and understanding; then—in unison— their brave fronts broke down and they cried openly for a short time. No one blamed them.


It was in the dead of night. A full moon hung in a cloudless sky over the Asakura compound. And Yoh was quietly sneaking out of the house like only a teenager who is engaged to Kyoyama Anna could sneak out of the house...

"Yoh, it's late, what are you doing up?"

...That is to say, he was so unsuccessful, it was almost amusing.

"A ha ha," Yoh chuckled nervously, "I couldn't sleep?" he finished weakly

"Your oracle bell is flashing" Anna observed unimpressed

"Is it? Hmm… I'll just… step out for a bit… get some batteries?" Yoh said unconvincingly

Anna had enough already, in two quick strides, she grabbed his wrist and brought the oracle bell screen into reading view.

"I see…" Anna said, her voice quavering a little. Just a little. "I'll get the others"

"What? Anna…" Yoh protested

"No, Yoh. You've got a match, those friends of yours will want to see this." Said Anna

"But…"

"No "but"s. The times where men could leave their fiancée's asleep in their beds and steal away in the middle of the night to fight evil are long gone. Bedsides... whenever you get out of sight, you always end up doing something stupid."

Yoh bared the insult silently. What could he say? She was just trying to look out for him, yet… "I'll come back Ann-chan, don't worry. But it's dangerous…"

Anna, who had been heading off to the guest rooms, spun to face him with a hint of a somewhat wild expression, "If it's dangerous, then you sure as hell aren't leaving me here!"

Yoh's eye's widened at the passionate undertone in Anna's voice. She needs this. "…Okay, Anna. I'll wait here."

"Good."

Anna left for the guest rooms again and Yoh looked down at his oracle bell again, just to check.

The luminous screen flashed periodically. The words on it did not change. The fate in front of him did not change.


"Aah, Ototou. Good to see you." The destroyer greeted. Yoh stood facing his opponent in a dark clearing of trees behind the Asakura compound. His friends and family stood behind him in support. Just as his opponent's supporters stood behind him

"Aniki" Yoh greeted evenly. "Back from the dead already?"

Hao chuckled in response, "Of course! I had to make it back for the tournament, you see. I'm not going to wait another 500 years."

"Do you really still want to have a war with non-shamans?" asked Yoh sadly

"Which war? It is simple genocide, taking out the trash. And you, Yoh, are the last force on this planet that has the potential to stop me. Isn't it fitting?" Hao said

"Yes, I'll stop you" Yoh stated

Hao chuckled darkly "My Ototou, it's true you've somehow grown more than I have in these two years. But you still fall short, where will you get the furyoku you need to match me?"

"It's a secret." Yoh replied unflinchingly.

"Heh, enough of this. We don't want to keep our spectators waiting Ototou, it's rude."

Yoh gave his twin a look, "If you want to attack, then say so honestly Aniki."

Wordlessly, Hao charged. With a flick of his wrist the great Spirit of Fire had formed into that same broadsword of solid fire with runic designs which he had used on Yoh, those years ago in front of the Great Spirits. The only difference: the runes were golden, not white. A by-product of the Great Spirit's stolen power.

Yoh smoothly brought his two blades together and wordlessly summoned forth Spirit of Sword's smaller, more condensed form. He had outgrown the need to use spirit reduction on the larger form a long time ago.

Yoh received his twin's attack smoothly and was pushed back. "No Giant Oversoul, Aniki?"

Hao replied calmly as he pushed his twin back "That thing is more efficient for taking out trash. I'd been using it for so long, that I'd forgotten what it was like to truly utilize my skills." Hao and Yoh's blades clashed, neither fighter looking to give up any room, "You're not trash Yoh, I understand that now." Hao suddenly broke the lock and leaped back. "Get ready fro the true skill of the greatest Asakura: Asakura Hao!" The destroyer seeped his blade forwards and a torrent of superheated flame burst forth.

Yoh dodged to the side, but found himself in the path of yet another stream of fire. Yoh reacted "Shinkuu Badagiri(celestial slash)!" he cried, letting the red crescent slash slice through the fire, parting it, and continue to do the same to Hao.

The crescent slash approaching him at blinding speeds, Hao remained unimpressed. He smoothly brought his blade across and broke red crescent into tiny dissipating shards of furyoku, mere inches from his face.

Hao's right, Yoh couldn't help but think, He predicted my dodge and was already attacking at the spot I would move to… It's no longer about facing the monster Asakura Hao, but rather facing the warrior Asakura Hao. It's infinitely more difficult. Sometimes I wonder how I get into these messes

"Otouto," the renowned shaman began, "Don't you feel silly, fighting Spirit of Fire with that little samurai spirit of yours? A metal element sword like that can't beat my fire."

Yoh stood straight and sighed. "Fine, enough with the warm up. Amidamaru, sit this one out."

"Hai, Yoh-dono!" came the instant reply. Amidamaru separated and joined the spectators on the sidelines.

"So he's going to use Sora now?" Manta whispered to the spirit conversationally

"Hai, It's true that as a samurai spirit of metal element, I have a disadvantage against fire. But more importantly, when Yoh-dono becomes serious, I cannot keep up for long at my current level. I must rest."

"Spirit of Air," Yoh commanded, "spirit ball mode! Oversoul!".

Hao watched in surprise and intrigue as his twin did something he'd never truly thought of. He slammed the spirit ball into his own chest

"Hyoi Gattai?" Hao's blue-haired witch scoffed "pathetic"

"No, Kanna. That is oversoul, and the medium is Yoh's entire body itself." Hao grinned. He felt… excited. How many centuries had passed without a challenge? How long had it been since he'd seen something new?

The wind around Yoh seemed to pick up, as small wisps and tendrils of yellow ether danced playfully around him.

Eyes still closed, Yoh concentrated on a second medium. Slowly, his headphones began to glow a hot yellow.

"What a fabulous technique" Hao appraised, breaking his own oversoul.

Seeing what he was about to do, Yoh warned Hao "Aniki, if your not in tune with the spirit enough, you'll die."

Hao remained undaunted "Let's see, the Spirit of Air chose you because you were very similar. But the Spirit of Fire chose me before that!" he shouted as he slammed the spirit ball into his chest.

"Invigorating" Hao breathed, "Ototou, you created something excellent" He could feel the fire coursing through his very veins, closer to his fingertips than ever before. "Lets see, and something like… this?" he mused as he grasped the oxygen in the air for a second medium, summoning forth his broadsword (now glowing brighter than ever as a double medium) once again.

"Now," the destroyer began as his burning red blade flashed blue. "Which element to use? It has been a while since I could not take advantage of elemental weakness… to think that all this time, there had been a wind element. Ototou, you keep finding great things. I'll have to change my symbol to a six-sided star after this, rather than a five-sided one" he mused, finally settling his blade's colour on a luminous silver before striking it blade first into the ground. "Come forth, metal of earth!"

Rather than diving to the side or some such thing, Yoh rocketed forwards as sharp metal spikes protruded from the ground beneath where he had been standing. A solid yellow broadsword much like his twin's formed in his right hand, though slightly thinner, longer, and more runic.

The brother's blades met in a fantastic clash of wind and exploding shrapnel again and again and again. A deadly dance of elements ensued as Hao cycled through his unprecedented library of elemental techniques, neither combatant gaining an edge.

"I need some room, Ototou" Hao informed, giving a great push on their interlocked blades, and sending his twin flying backwards from the ensuing explosion of fire. The legendary Asakura danced backwards and spun full circle, blade flashing green for the first time this fight as he preformed a wide horizontal slash to the empty air. Noting the lack of explosions or floods of any kind, the spectators briefly wondered just what Hao had done.

Yoh's grunting alerted them; however, as he was quickly drawn into the tree he had been knocked into, trapped.

"I've been noticing your incredible speed," Hao admitted, "and the small bursts of wind accompanying each step." Hao grinned madly as flames issued forth underneath his own boots. "You really do think of such great things, Ototou." And as he made to run forwards, a propelling explosion of flame issued from each step and Hao's speed increased at least twofold. He brought his broadsword of fire down in a decisive charging blow, only to be stopped just short as a blade of compressed air surged from Yoh's position, knocking the elder twin back.

"Want to see fast, aniki? I obviously haven't been sitting in this tree doing nothing" Yoh mentioned as he lit up the technique he had been preparing.

Like a human missile, Yoh rocketed out of the tree with a veritable jetpack booster of wind issuing from his back, sending dust and bark flying. The speed was almost blinding as he shoulder charged Hao through several trees before ending in a rising slash that issued forth a concussive blast of compressed air great enough to send Hao spinning quickly into the stratosphere.

Of course, in the dark night sky, no one could pinpoint just how high Hao was knocked away.

No one, save for Yoh. A fact he proved as he swung his blade in a wide ark, loosing a large horizontal slash of air to fly at where he judged he could hit Hao.

He was proved to have judged correctly as Hao, apparently yet fit enough to attack, cancelled his projectile slash with a blazing one of his own.

Impressive, Ototou. Hao admitted mentally, assuming that he had negated Yoh's follow up attack.

By the time he sensed the air above him being compressed into a striking force, it was too late.

"Graaah!" Hao screamed in pain as a thin, long spear of air flew into his back from above and, though it could not pierce the layer of burning furyoku under his back, it damaged and carried him slamming into the earth all the same.

A horrific crash was heard, dust was kicked up, and a miniature sized crater was formed at the impact site.

"Predict your opponent's countermeasures, and attack" Yoh mused, his sword still stuck blade first into the ground. He knew this fight was far from over, both combatants had too much furyoku to land any conventionally decisive blow, "and absorbing furyoku from your surroundings was a great idea too. Though I'll try to give what I took back, after this is over."

"Heh," Hao coughed as he staggered out of the self-made crater. "It took me five years before I could absorb the ambient furyoku around me. Not bad, Ototou." The destroyer's blade flashed brown as, out of the earth, monstrous creatures of rock arose.

And the fight continued.

For three days the supporters of each side in this epic battle were treated to the most impossible feats imaginable. Spires of earth arose, the trees came to life, living storms, floods and tornadoes of varying degrees of violence were issued. That is to say nothing of the flaming meteorites and giant birds of solid air. All of nature was morphed to suit the combatant's needs. Long ago had the battle stretched farther than the small clearing they began in. Perhaps they should have even been disqualified, but neither fighter cared. It was time to settle things. Whose path, once and for all, would shape the world? The Great Spirit remained silent on the matter of their disqualification or not. Perhaps it, too, wanted to know who's ideal would be the victor.

In three days, a substantial portion of Japan's countryside was wracked and changed beyond recognition. Any doubt about their choices to stray away from the typical Giant Oversouls were washed away as impossibly grandiose attacks flowed one after the other in an endless trading of blows. Finally, somehow, the two world-shaking warriors made their way back to the Asakura compound. There, panting and perspiring, they faced off on opposite sides of the now-scorched and scarred clearing they began on. The full moon hung overhead.

"Not bad, Otouto." Hao admitted. He was truly fired up.

"You haven't seen everything yet, Aniki." Yoh informed calmly. Relaxed as ever, but never lax in an acute observation of his opponent.

Both combatant's garbs were torn and bloodstained. It was clear the last legs of their fight was approaching.

Hao opted for more conversation. "That Spirit of Air is certainly the most flexible spirit by far. And you're very like it, I can't find a weakness. And even I have trouble burning it"

Yoh seemed to accept the praise silently.

Hao smirked "But you know, Ototou… there is this one weakness of yours…" Hao said, eying the spectators that had, for three long days, traversed the countryside along with the combatants. "You get far too concerned about your friends"

Yoh's eyes widened in terror as his rival turned his attention away from him and to his friends and fiancée. With a grand slash, Hao released an enormous, molten-sizzling fireball that dwarfed the tree line, and the spectators targeted, easily.

Yoh tracked the fireball's movement towards the stupefied and tired collection of everyone he held dear in this world, and he knew he could never run to them in time. His mind went into overdrive, the perceived changes in the world slowing down further by comparison.

With a mighty grunt of effort, Yoh wrapped the air around himself before instantly fading from view.

"Grraaaah!" The lazy boy screamed after repapering between the path of Hao's attack and his precious people. He flexed his furyoku muscle to the very limit of what he could control, and that was a lot. There was a great bang, and a sudden vacuuming drag of air that lasted for a second, threatening to uproot trees and shamans alike. The fireball was nowhere to be seen.

Yoh stood, left hand in front of his face, palmed turned away from his body and clutching an area of space that seemed to distort any light that entered. He panted in effort.

Hao's eyebrow cocked. That had been… truly amazing. "To think, that you dragged such a large region of air into your palm of your hand in an instant. All to take away the air for my fire's life. Even I don't have that kind of control." He mused, watching the cold fury in his twin's eyes. No matter, the fool had overexerted himself. Yoh had sealed his fate in a foolish decision to save his friends.

The great Asakura Hao should have known better. The calmest wind is nothing until it gives rise to a tornado. Then, no force could slow it's fury.

Hao's eyes widened in shock as Yoh closed the distance between them in but an instant, and slammed the ball of hyper compressed air into his gasping-in-shock mouth.

Hao stumbled backwards, clutching his neck with both hands as he felt the still self contained ball of air slip down his throat.

Yoh closed his eyes and sighed. "Sayonara, Aniki."

Then, all at once, the tightly spinning bomb of air exploded.

Hao never stood a chance.

The resulting explosion shook the earth and ripped him apart from the inside out in a bloody spray of flesh and gore. If Yoh hadn't contained the initial blast with the last vestiges of his energy, pieces of Asakura Hao would be being scraped off of car windows in Hokkaido by mooring.

The victor of a battle the likes of which the world had never seen, Yoh turned and mouthed "it's over" to his friends briefly before collapsing into blissful unconsciousness.


x-years later-x

"Baka-Yoh, get up, it's morning already"

"Mmmm, don' wanna get up…"

"You're the worst husband ever, why do I put up with you?"

"But Ann-chan, I'm the one that became Shaman King, bullied all the demons of hell to leave you alone, gave you the easy life, and cook you three meals a day!" He had also, with the Great Spirits, cleared up the whole Hao reincarnating problem

SLAP!

"You're also a slacker of the worst sort. And I-told-you. It's not Ann-chan!"

"Owww, I still can't call you Ann-chan? What kind of wife are you" the dejected husband muttered

"It's a horrible pet name" Anna stated

"What's wrong with it?" Yoh insisted

Anna gave him a look. "For one, it gives people the wrong impression about us."

Kami help her, she loved the lazy bum. But somebody had to keep him in line. And Tamao certainly wasn't going to.

Yoh, what to do with him?

She couldn't even throw training at him any more. Yoh had raised himself to Hao's level, and even if the Shaman King were to do nothing but sit on his ass and become fat for the rest of his life, there would still be no one alive in the world that could stand the slightest chance.

Not that she'd let him deteriorate like that.

"Yoh!" she shouted. "Today is tri-atholon day!"

As she heard her husband groan in abject dejection, Anna smirked

Life was good

Owari (The end. For good)


Omake: A possible future?

"Funga fu fu" Yoh chirped as he rolled the orange to his long time friend.

"Funga fu fu" Sora agreed as she rolled the orange back.

"Just what are you two doing?" The imperial voice of Ren Tao broke in. "Yoh, are you dragging Sora-san into your nonsensical "Funga fu fu" phrase and orange rolling?"

"Of course!" Yoh proclaimed

"Would you like to join us, Ren-chan?" Sora asked kindly.

Ren blushed, having that matronly tone directed at him. "W-What, I…"

"Please?" Sora asked cutely.

Ren didn't stand a chance.

"F-Funga fu fu" he muttered, rolling the orange to Yoh and slamming his head onto the table to hide his shame

Unable to contain himself, Horohoro burst out laughing "Hahahah! Ren, you—"

"Would you like to play, too, Horohoro-chan? It would be wonderful!"

Ren smirked, seeing someone else trapped in Sora's inescapable mature and motherly aura

"I… I…" the snowboarder stuttered. "F-Funga… fu fu"

"Um, what's going on, I heard a shout is everyone alright?" Tamao tentatively quired

"Funga fu fu!" Yoh chirped

"Fun…ga fu fu?" Tamao asked, confused

"Funga fu fu" Ren corrected dejectedly as he rolled the orange to Horohoro

"Fun-ga fu fu?" Tamao asked again

"Funga fu fu" Horohoro muttered quietly as he self-consciously rolled the orange to Sora. Wondering how he had been roped into this silly thing

"Funga… fu fu" Tamao said with more conviction

"Funga fu fu!" Sora sang as she rolled the orange to Yoh.

"What's this nonsense?" Anna demanded, walking into the room.

Tamao turned, having just rolled the orange to Yoh-sama and explained "Funga fu fu"

"Oh," the itako said flatly, "you've all been dragged into another of Yoh and Sora's childish little games of no value at all."

"F-Funga fu fu" Ren confirmed, his shame greater than ever.

Owari
A/N: There, the whole damn thing is over. If you're ever going to review, now's the time. I kind of cut it short, you may or may not notice a choppy kind of feeling in the first parts, but it was alright in the end. I like this chapter more than any other, actually. I think the problem with Hurricane Yoh was that, in the long run, I just had too many damn ideas. It was also a project that evolved as I learned more about being a fanfiction writer. It all got a little cluttered together, but so it goes. This thing has been dragging along at 1 or 2 reviews per chapter for a while now. And that was just plain dispiriting.