Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Shaman King. If I did, do you honestly think that Hao would still be (pronounced) Dead?
Authors Note: yes, I am back, for another annual update!
Lol
I will try harder this year to update okay? I pinky promise!
Chapter 3As we last left the chapter, Yoh Asakura had been settling down to sleep, yet what he did not fathom was that a certain stranger was perched outside his window.
Indeed, Yoh was unaware of the narrowed ebony eyes that shone like opal jewels in the night, glaring at him, illuminated by the beams of the moon.
Unaware of the stranger perched in the tree with tanned skin, which looked as if this being was kissed by the sun.
Unaware of the eyes and skin, that belonged to an individual that stood about an inch taller than Yoh did himself.
(A/ N: I would personally like to add that I believe that Hao is a tad bit taller that Yoh is.)
This incognito had attire that consisted of dark- brown baggy pants that sat comfortably on his muscular yet slender waist. The pants were held tight by a crimson red belt that had golden yellow stars engraved on its loop.
Also, he adorned his signature poncho.
On his thin, strong, hands, said stranger wore red gloves with golden stars embellished on the knuckles.
The only bare article that showed was trimmed nails.
No certain brand of shoes this being owns, they are simply black and flat.
(A/ N: kudos to anyone who can tell me what style of shoes they are?)
He had long, silky, almond – brown locks, in contrast with Yoh, who had a shorter style than he.
His hair, long and beautiful, helped to further accentuate his handsome facial features.
A face that with alluring, cat - like eyes, so much so that it gave this being an unchanging narrow gaze.
A face that had a narrow nose, and pink lips unscathed from chapping, making him all the more dazzling and dangerous.
In his ears, there dangled two ruby- rimmed earrings that had a white star branded in the middle of them, much like his belt and his gloves.
Yes, there he was, this perfect model, call him a manikin if you will.
A beautiful being, with the body of a mere perfection, surrounded by a shroud of putrescence and evil.
An alluring stranger, with the face of an angel, but with the heart full of anger and destruction, like the essence of hell itself.
There in the darkness, on the branch outside of Yoh Asakura's room sat this hellion, this cheater of death, the keeper of fire, and the killer of men.
In all his dark glory, with one foot dangling lazily off the tree he perched in, sat the little doll of destruction.
There he was, in all his might, the older twin: Hao Asakura.
Of course, Hao was not alone.
Opacho, the little African girl was there as well, with her big black eyes and brown skin. Her hair was an unkempt Afro, and she had attire similar to that of her master, Hao, as well.
One might easily mistake her for an owl the way she sat forever unmoving on Hao's shoulder.
She was the only servant that would follow Hao to the ends of the earth, wanting nothing in return, but just to follow him to her little hearts content.
She was a loyal and faithful servant and companion to him, and Hao was perfectly content with that.
But here, now, in this tree, they sat, peering down at the unsuspecting younger Asakura twin, yet again.
Unknown to Yoh, Hao and Opacho have been watching him this whole time, the time that Hao has been assumed to be dead.
But Yoh would soon learn to never underestimate him again.
Hao's point of view
Here I sit, in this little tree outside my killer's bed chamber, watching him twist and turn in what looks to be yet another painful dream.
Honestly Yoh, I am flattered to know that you dream of me, that you long for me to come back, that you want me.
It's strangely touching, though very overrated considering that you really tried to, How do humans so eloquently put it: "Off me?"
Not that I bear grudge against you for that… okay, maybe just a little but not a whole lot.
But, I am highly enraged at your stupidity and above all, your lack of intelligence.
Yoh, how many times have I told you that you simply cannot defeat me?
I admit much to my dismay, that you have grown both physically with your skills and mentally with your concentration skills with furyoku, but you lack observation.
After that so called "final blow" you delivered with both yourself and Amidamaru, yes, I did appear to be plummeting toward the ground to my death, for that was a rather hard blow that I was not prepared to take.
But if you actually came to look, you would have seen that, I did not die. I lay there, letting you think that I was dead, and that you had actually defeated me.
I held my breath, and slowed my heart rate. I guess you can say that I willed myself into my own personal suspended animation.
And you fell for it.
And that was your downfall. I guess no one ever taught you the proverb: "Better to be safe than to be sorry".
I was always the more intellectual of the two of us.
And now look at you, crying out in your nightmare for me, twisting and balling in your sheets, like some little child.
I have always wondered why you cry for me. Why?
I have had no desire to ever develop this " Brotherly bond " in which you seek. I have only ever wanted one thing from you and that is your soul.
Your soul that is meant to be bound to mine, so that we can become one again, so I can achieve my full furyoku with no bounds or strings attached.
And yet, even after I was presumed dead, you mourn for me, out grief that we are blood and I was gone.
I just don't understand the way that your thinking is carried out at all, Yoh.
Well, things are about to change.
I have so much planned for you Yoh, so much that you will wish that you never felt any compassion or remorse for me ever again.
I want to break you and I know how. Oh, I definitely have inkling in any case.
I want to take everything you love from this world, everything you have, and everything you ever wanted.
I will destroy it.
It's a hindrance to you, which means it is also affecting me.
These silly dreams of peace and ideals that you hold are nothing but dreams, meaningless and deceitful.
They make you weak.
Therefore, they must be erased.
I must remove them from, and I shall because they are in the way of my reality, which will be a world with no humans.
A land truly ridden of sickness, crime and corruption. It will be the epitome of peace for all other in the universe to see. There will be no more incessant voices and thoughts I hear in my head anymore.
A land where I will rule, and be free, and I too can be at peace.
I am going make you stronger, be it against your will, so that you can achieve the highest powers that can rival my own.
I am going to make you know me, and all that I am.
I am going to be the only thing you will know.
Yes, Yoh, I am going to make you into me, my spitting image, someone actually worthy of being deemed as my counter part.
You will become my slave.
It didn't have to be this way though?
All you had to do was kill me, and if you had kept at me long enough, I wouldn't be sitting here scheming up ways to make your life a living hell.
But, you failed, so now, instead of waiting on you to get stronger on your own, I will take the reigns.
Yoh, you will be so much more than my brother.
You will be my true counter part, my companion, and most of all, my slave for as long as it takes.
But for now,
I wait.
So rest well, little one.
Dream your sweet dreams of me, like you always do.
Sleep soundly.
The real nightmare has yet begun, Brother dear.
Well, do well for an author returning from the grave or what?
I'll try and update soon.
Got lots to think about for Hao and Yoh
Have a good one-
Hwoarang's Wife