Author's Note: Thank you for being patient with me, I may be updating slower now because I'm also working on a new story (Traitor) at the same time, which you can check out. I'd love it if you could review that, but it's rated a little bit more mature than this fic. Thanks.
Feeling strangely carefree, light, and cheerful, Horohoro made his way back to his cabin, thankful that Ren was alive. He soon arrived at the cabin, opening the door and stepping in. He was instantly greeted by Hao's scornful voice.
"So the brat died, huh? No wonder you look so happy."
"Stop it, Hao," Yoh sighed. "Dying people isn't a laughing matter, you idiot." He glanced back at Horohoro. "Sorry, Horo, Hao's just a little insensitive, if you know what I mean. He doesn't really mean it."
"Yes, I do mean it," Hao said flatly.
"Hao!" Yoh snapped.
"It's alright, Yoh," the Ainu replied cheerfully. "Don't bother with him, it's really nothing to be worried about." He decided it would not be wise to mention that Ren was alive again, as Hao would probably find a way to reverse that. However, as he mentally made the decision, he forgot the fact that Hao had the terrifying ability to read minds. Which he was just conveniently happening to do right now.
"I see how it is now," Hao said in a soft, dangerous voice. "He's alive, and you're so happy about that, aren't I right, Usui?"
Horohoro inhaled sharply, his breath catching painfully in his throat.
"Huh?" Yoh said, confused. "He was dead, I saw it with my own eyes! Horo, what's going on?"
"I think you owe your beloved friend Yoh some honesty," Hao hissed maliciously. "And you owe it to me, too, for being such an asshole."
Horohoro sighed. "It's hard to believe, but the doctor's a shaman, too. I...helped him, using some furyoku, to bring him back..."
"Ah. Then save your happiness, Usui. Your touching reunion won't last long."
The blue-haired boy's eyes narrowed. "If you dare touch him again, Hao, I swear I'll-"
"You'll what?" the fire shaman interrupted. "You'll try to freeze me up? Oh, please. You're a pathetic shaman, and so is that little nerd Ren. And in that respect, you're perfect for each other."
"Excuse me?" Horohoro hissed. "What do you mean by for each other?"
Hao snorted. "Don't give me your crap. I know you, Usui. You love the kid. Your disgusting Romeo act makes me sick. If I just go back and kill him again, then maybe that will encourage you to stop." He got up and walked towards the door.
"I won't let you," Horohoro snapped fiercely, shoving Hao back.
"Oh, really? What can you do, Horohoro? I'm eager to know."
"I can do plenty, thank you very much."
"Guys, come on," Yoh implored. "Stop bickering, you're really acting like immature first graders fighting over a coloring book or something. Just please, please, please...cut it out! And Hao, seriously. Get over yourself." He planted himself between the two, trying to act as a mediator to halt the arguement.
"No one asked you to give your opinion, Yoh," Hao spat. Before anyone could move, he had landed a hard slap across his brother's face, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"Yoh!" Horohoro knelt down next to his friend. "Are you okay?"
"I...I'm fine," Yoh muttered, glaring hatefully at Hao. "You're getting too violent for your own good, Hao."
"That's no concern of yours. I'll do what I like," Hao replied coldly, directing a kick at Yoh's stomach.
"Stop it!" Horohoro shouted, stopping Hao's foot with his shoulder. "What the hell is your problem, Hao? Just let it go! Yoh hasn't done anything to you, and neither has Ren! Just do the world a favor and go cut yourself if you really wanna hurt someone; yourself!"
Hao glared at Horohoro. "You're all pathetic. I'll kill everyone, even you, Yoh."
"Hao, you bastard!" Yoh screamed. "What's wrong with you!?"
"Mark my words, you two. I like keeping my word. I swear you'll all die the painful deaths you deserve by my hand."
"Hao..."
"I hope you'll have fun in hell with your darling Ren, Usui." With that, Hao stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it, plotting his next move.