Hao: (sees Jisa reading fanfiction) There she is! Get her!!

Jisa: (shock!) What?!

Hao and Ren: (ties her legs up and her hands to the keyboard. closes out the story she was reding)

Jisa: NO!! You didn't bookmark it! T_T Wah!

Hao: Yoh. The Notebook.

Yoh: (pute notebook in front of Jisa. opens it to chapter 5)

Jisa: (looks at Yoh with teary puppy eyes) Yoh?

Yoh: Sorry, Jisa. But you need to write.

Jisa: (bows head) Ok (starts typing)

Ren: Disclamer:: Jisa doesn't own us or our show. In fact we probably own her.

Rain

Thunder boomed in the distance as Yoh and Ren walked back home. Ren looked out the sky with concern on his face. He looked back at Yoh.

Yoh was very pale. He had, once again, worked way too hard. He always did that: felt the urge to help people even at his own expense. Yeah, Howard had paid them. They had to eat after all. However the amount they had received paled in comparison to the amount they should have. But once again Yoh had taken only the most necessary amount.

To put it mildly, it pissed Ren off. He was not mad at Yoh. Of course not. Nor was he mad at Howard, who had failed to talk Yoh into taking more money. Yoh was very stubborn. He was infuriated with the world. The stupid, screwed up world where no one cared enough to do things for each other without any motivation save the kindness of their own hearts. No one except Yoh and some of the most innocent kids who had yet to grow up and experience the harsh realities of life.

Yet Ren had no idea how idea how Yoh had stayed so caring. He knew that Yoh had a very hard childhood. It had been hard when Ren and Yoh had first met so he knew it had been even harder when Yoh had been alone. But through all that he had still managed to stay just so…. warm. Yes, that described Yoh perfectly. Warm and bright. Yoh had a light that lit up the surrounding area where ever he went. He made people want to care. He made them try to be kind. Yet the world was just so messed up that wanting and trying were not enough to put people into action. Yoh seemed to think that people needed someone to go into action first. So that was what he did; he led by example. And it seemed to work. After all, Ren was the way he was because of Yoh.

He looked back at the object of his musing and jumped in shock. Yoh was grey and shaking with the effort it took him to take a step forward.

"You idiot!" Ren yelled as he ran to Yoh's side, wrapping an arm around his waist to help support him. "Why didn't you say anything?! No, wait. I know why." Ren sighed in mild irritation and started mumbling to himself.

"Sorry, Ren," Yoh said weakly. Ren snorted.

"I know; I know. Let's just get home before something happens."

It seemed that Ren spoke too soon, for the second the words passed his lips the rain that had been threatening their entire trek home finally decided to let loose.

"Shit!" Ren yelled viciously. This was not good. Yoh was already weak. This rain would make things so much worse. He could not let Yoh get sick.

"Come on, Yoh," Ren said softly as he pulled Yoh down the street toward an alleyway. Yoh did not say anything; he just followed along, barely hanging on to consciousness.

Ren's eyes darted around, quickly examining every nook and cranny of the ally. His ears were on high alert for any sound, not that it would do much good in the downpour that seemed to be trying to drown them.

The shortest way home was through a very dangerous part of the city that was controlled by a gang called the X-Laws. Their leader, a girl by the name of Jean, was constantly trying to persuade Yoh to join them on their mission to rid the city of the Asakura's influence. Yoh disliked them because they used very violent means to get what they wanted. They had even gained access to firearms.

During the past few weeks, the X-Laws had been trying to get control over the parts of the city surrounding Yoh's territory. Yoh hadn't been too concerned with is, saying that he could drive them back if things got out of hand. But now that small nuisance had become a problem. Ren boldly crossed into their area, half dragging half carrying Yoh. While his nervousness did not show on his face he was very concerned. He was a good fighter, having trained every day, but good skills could not compete against the numbers and firepower the X-Laws had.

The sky continued to darken as the clouds rolled in, bringing more rain. A shadow moved off to Ren's left. He jerked his head in that direction, looked around, and quickly looked the other way. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the second-in-command of the X-Laws, Marco.

"Hello, Ren. What brings you here?" Marco said with a confident smirk on his face.

"Let us pass, Marco." Ren answered. "We're just going home."

"I don't think so. I can't let an opportunity like this get by. It's not every day that I find the great Yoh unable to stand up on his own. I find I like this view of him. Heh, he'll probably be easier to persuade this way."

Shit, Ren thought. What am I going to do now?

Meeting

Gun powder exploded. Bits of lead, steal, and other metals turned into flying shrapnel, tearing into the hands of the unfortunate men who held the guns that had just been turned into a crude variation of a grenade.

Hao flicked his wrist again. Another pistol detonated. He was beginning to find these people annoying. No, scratch that. They were past annoying. He was getting pissed off. They were just like his father; thinking they were powerful just because they held a powerful weapon. Well, they didn't like it too much when it exploded in their face. Hao was charged again; this time a man with a knife.

With a snort and an eye roll, Hao dodged the swing and performed a round kick to his attackers side. Ribs snapped. The man gasped in pain and surprise, his hands dropping the knife and clutching his aching side. Hao surveyed the scene. About eight men were lying on the ground; all injured, though most only minor. Non, however, were able to continue fighting.

Softly sighing, Hao continued walking toward where Yoh and his gang had been reported living. Every person he had passed so far had no thoughts running through their heads about Yoh. And he had been looking for hours. To make matters worse, dark storm clouds were looming above, threatening the earth with a flood of water. He would need to find some place to stay quickly.

Running footsteps alerted Hao to the location of more people. He grinned as their thoughts flowed through his mind, bringing with them the information he had been looking for. 'Quick this way!' ' Yoh has been spotted in our territory!' 'Yoh! Finally!'

Hmm… Hao thought. It seems I'm not the only one looking for this Yoh. Heh, this gives me an idea. Quietly, he followed the group of men. It was not very hard. They certainly made enough noise.

With a great boom of thunder, the rain started bumping buckets of water. How annoying. Hao thought with a growl. He hated getting wet.

Finally, they came to a stop. In the middle of a street, a young, purple haired teen stood, glaring and supporting another. Why is Yoh passed out? The conscious boy wasn't Yoh obviously. His thoughts revolved around "getting Yoh to safety." And everyone else seemed gleeful to find "the great Yoh" unconscious. Hao glowered. For some reason that really pissed him off.

He stepped out from behind his cover. Immediately the purple haired boy's eyes snapped to him and widened. Everyone else turn as well and performed a similar start of surprise. What? Hao knew he looked pretty bad with his long brown hair plastered to his head thanks to the rain, but did they have to be so rude? Hao turned to the person blocking the purple haired boy's path.

"Don't you know it's not nice to block other people when they're trying to get out of the rain? You could be more polite. That guy doesn't look too good," Hao said, pointing to Yoh.

The seemed to be leader frowned. "What?! Are there two of you?"

Now it was Hao's turn to frown. What was with these people? "It doesn't matter. Now get out of the way or prepare to have your asses handed to you."

"I don't think so. We've been waiting far too long for an opportunity like this to show up and I'm not letting it pass just because some Yoh look-a-like wants me too." He pulled a pistol and pointed it at Hao. "Now what do you say?"

Hao rolled his eyes again and flicked his wrist in answer. The gun exploded. "Now what do you say? And please don't waste my time like all those other guys did. These two aren't going anywhere with you."

"Other guys?"

"Yeah. A ways back there you'll find what I think are a bunch of your men. They wouldn't let me pass either. Your answer?"

"Fine. We'll let him off the hook this time." He signaled to his men and left.

Hao snorted. "How gracious of you." He turned to the two teens. "Wha-!" He stopped suddenly when he got a look at the unconscious boy's face. What's going on?

Wah! Sooooo sorry! Ugh, I took so long. (bows head in shame) Gomen!

But here it is! (does happy dance) And it's long too.

But wow. Just writing 1500 words killed me! I don't see how some people can write chapters with 15000! They are so my heroes!

So, lets see. About the fic. Did y'all like it?

Does anyone read YGO fanfic? 'Cause if you do you'll know what I mean when I say I'm going to make Hao and Yoh's relationship Yami 'n Hikari ish.

This won't be Yaoi. So if that'll bother you, don't worry. And if you do like it there will be a little shonen ai. Not much, just some light fluff.

About the Yami and Hikari thing: Yamis and Hikaris are two halves of the same soul (cough Hao and Yoh) and they complete each other.

So that's how they'll be. Message or review me if you have any comments. I'll always listen.

Ja ne!