Scabs

Disclaimer: Don't own it

Joh: This is short because I was trying to update fast.

Jessie: She did leave you guys on the cliff hanger.

Joh: Yeah…I'm sleepy.

Warnings: Angst, twincest, yaoi,

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This was unexpected.

Yoh glared across the table at his brother, a scowl set into his lips. The table was burdened with silver plates holding perfectly set meals. Small cakes, fruit salads, eggs, rice, noodles, and soups lay steaming and fresh before him.

The younger twin refused to touch his food, although he couldn't stop the low rumble of his stomach.

Hao laughed. "Go ahead and eat, Yoh. It's not poisoned." He smiled.

"Bite me." Yoh growled, crossing his arms. He watched Hao cautiously.

He had expected his brother to attack him, not serve him dinner.

Yoh stared down into his lap, hoping that he would find an escape before Hao had a chance to hurt him.

'At least Akito is safe.' Yoh told himself as Hao's soft voice cut through the silence.

"It was foolish of you to come here." Hao popped a grape into his mouth, eyes never leaving Yoh. "Why would you?"

"I had to."

"To save my so called son?" Hao chuckled as he brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes. "I simply cannot believe you're still this naive."

When Yoh responded with a heated glare Hao sighed and took a deep sip of sake. "What do you think of my new home? Much more pleasant than the old one you knew."

Yoh flinched but looked away stubbornly. He would not let Hao hurt him.

"Why don't you talk to me, otouto?" Hao continued, setting his cup down.

Yoh tore his gaze from the window to snarl at his past tormentor. "Why would I, Hao? After all you've done to me, why would I talk to you, let alone even look at you?" Yoh hissed, his anger leaping out. "All you've ever done is hurt me, and I don't doubt that you'll hurt me again."

Hao frowned slightly, leaning back as he studied Yoh with surprise. It had been many years since he had seen Yoh this spirited.

"I know this is all an act." Yoh gestured to the grandly set table. "The moment I start to piss you off you'll lash out at me. You'll beat me then rape me, won't you? Won't you?" Yoh didn't even realize when he had stood up, but he was standing now. He could hear his own voice ringing in his ears. He was yelling at Hao. He was actually yelling at Hao!

The shaman king was looking up at him with a blank look.

Yoh knew from experience that when Hao got that bored, emotionless expression it was generally a warning signal, but he couldn't stop himself. He was standing before the man who had ruined his life and now that he had found the courage to stand up to him he wasn't going to stop.

"So go ahead, brother. Just know that one day, I'll kill you." Yoh curled his hands into fists, feeling light headed.

Hao got up slowly, smoothing out his robes. "Is that so…?" Yoh could feel Hao's anger laced into his words.

With graceful steps Hao walked over to him. He reached out to cup a cool hand to Yoh's flushed cheek. "I have to say that I've missed you, Yoh."

"Don't touch me." Yoh bit out, smacking Hao's hand away. He couldn't stop his body from trembling at the contact.

"You're shaking." Hao commented, a smirk twitching at his lips. Without warning he shoved Yoh back into the table. The plates of food fell and crashed to the floor, grapes rolling across the wood.

Hao stepped carefully over the splintered glass to tower over Yoh. "I've missed you." He repeated, shoving Yoh to the ground.

Yoh grunted as his head knocked against the floor, wincing when he felt Hao's body cover his own.

Hao pressed his face into Yoh's neck, breathing in deeply. "It's been so long…" he sighed against Yoh's skin.

Yoh squeezed his eyes shut. Not again…no…

"Get off!" Yoh screamed, pushing at Hao's shoulders. "Don't touch me…don't ever touch me!"

Hao pulled away slightly so that he could stare into Yoh's eyes. He leaned forward to capture Yoh's lips when Yoh suddenly spoke.

"I hate you."

And instead of feeling angry Hao simply felt…well…sad. Of course he knew that Yoh would hate him…but a small part of him had been hoping that the feelings would become muted slightly over the few years they had been separated.

But looking into Yoh's eyes now, the hatred had only gotten stronger.

He brushed his lips over Yoh's, not missing the shudder that action caused. And with relunctance he got up and left the room, not looking at the surprise and relief in Yoh's expression.

"Make sure he doesn't get out." He told the two shamans guarding the door before he walked down the hall to his bedroom with a heavy chest.

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Yoh lay there, stunned, on the floor. The food and shattered dishes were scattered around him.

Hao…stopped?

Yoh didn't understand but he thanked the Gods for whatever reason made him stop. He wasn't sure he would have been able to take it.

Yoh wrapped his arms around himself and curled up into a ball.

How had he let himself get caught? What if the next time Hao didn't stop? Would he break?

No…he was stronger now…he wouldn't give up like last time.

"Things are different now." Yoh said aloud, staring up at the dark ceiling.

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Joh: I'm sorry it's short. I'm trying to update quicker. I promise the next chapter will be longer.

Jessie: Wow, Yoh was very aggressive in this chapter.

Joh: Yeah…I was trying to make Yoh seem more confident. And Hao seems kinda wimpy in this chapter. Sorry about that.

Jessie: I think it's cute. It shows off Hao's smaller, softer side.

Joh: Hm…oh well…I'm going to bed now.