The Worst Hair Day

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King. There! But I shall prevail no matter what!!! -evil laugh-

Summary: Sometimes, losing your hair is like losing your will to live, especially when you've kept it for more than a millennium! What happens when the gang had to chop Hao's hair off from getting more infested by-ARGH!!-hair fleas!!!!

AN: My first HaoYoh two-part fic. Hints of shonen ai, and OOCness.

Warning: I'm quite terrible at even writing the mildest smut, so pleaseplasePLEASE don't hurt me!!! -.-;;

The Worst Hair Day

Part 2

It was the tenth night after the accursed scissors took away half of Hao's beloved hair. That night, Yoh hesitated for a moment before he knocked on Hao's bedroom door.

"Come in," came Hao's voice from the inside, sounding soft.

Slowly Yoh opened the door meeting face to face with his twin who had a copy of what roughly looked like…Shakespeare's Midsummer Night's Dream???

I've scarred him for life!!! What am I gonna do??? Yoh's guilty side of his mind screamed.

Yoh stood there in his spot; a worried expression etched on his face. "A-are you okay now, Aniki?" Hao looked up at him with a face that was almost serene yet faintly sad. He gave a slight smile. "Yes, I'm okay. Just a little tired, that's all."

Seeing Hao in such a state suddenly made Yoh really want to cry. Tears formed in his eyes and fell freely without the young Shaman King realized. Hao was startled to see the sudden tears in his brother's eyes. "Yoh? What's wrong?"

Yoh couldn't contain it; he went straight into Hao's arms and cried. "I'm so sorry, Hao!!!" His grip on Hao's shirt tightened as he cried on. Hao was slightly taken aback by Yoh's sudden action. "Sorry? Sorry for what?" Yoh looked up at him in confusion, his eyes marred with tears. "Hao…it was my fault you had to lose your hair. I told Horo to chop it off so it wouldn't get more infested by those pests!! You loved it so much you wouldn't even let me touch it!!! Now you lost half of your beloved hair because of me!!! I'm so sorry, Aniki!!!" Hao blinked before he sighed, a soft smile etched on his face. He took his brother in his arms and held him close. "It's all right, Yoh. It's not your fault." He wiped his brother's tears off his eyes and face. "Actually, you did me a big favor back then…"

"H-how could I, Aniki…?"

"I've been thinking, long and hard, and I realized that you saved me and my hair from certain mishap. Truth be told, I was planning to chop it off but I was too scared to do it…" He snorted at this, disgusted by his own cowardice. "Imagine, me being so scared…" he muttered. He felt Yoh's embrace became tighter. "It's not you, Aniki… I'm so sorry. If only there was a way you could ever forgive me…"

Hao held Yoh's face and lifted it slightly so that they were facing each other eye to eye. "Yoh, look at me. I've forgiven you even before you stepped through my door the other day. What else do you want me to do to make you see that?" Hao's tone was soft yet firm. "I love you, otouto. I could never stay mad at you for long. You know that don't you?" He kissed Yoh's forehead softly. But somehow he could still feel the tension in him. Yoh looked at him with a sad frown and shook his head. Hao sighed. He knew Yoh would never forgive himself unless Hao does something to prove that he was all right with it.

And that was exactly what Hao did.

"Yoh, what would you like me do to make it even? What would you want me to do to prove that I've forgiven you?"

Yoh blushed at Hao's questions. He turned away slightly. "Anything, Hao…just as long as I know that you've truly forgiven me…"

Hao smiled. He tilted Yoh's chin slightly so Yoh was facing him again. Their lips met slowly in a passionate kiss. Yoh moaned softly at his brother's kiss, his face flushed beet red. Hao pinned his brother gently on the bed and slipped his hands under Yoh's shirt, his mouth still ravishing Yoh's. They parted for air after what seemed to be minutes. Yoh panted hard, his face still flushed. "Aniki…" The pyro stroked Yoh's hair gently, running his fingers through those dark locks. "Do you really want this, Yoh?" he murmured softly, one hand swiftly unbuttoning Yoh's shirt. The boy turned away slightly, his face a sad expression. "I deserved it…for what I did to you…" He closed his eyes. "Do whatever you want with me, Aniki. I'm all yours…"

The older twin let out a soft sigh. "Hmm, true… I ought to screw you senseless after what you did to my precious hair. Still, you're my one and only beloved twin brother. I'll just make it painless for you." He placed a soft kiss on Yoh's collarbone making the latter blushed. "So, before I claim you as mine, are we even now?" Hao murmured huskily.

Yoh got a little nervous but he overcame it instantly. He asked for this; he couldn't back down now. He responded, "M-maybe…"

Hao gave a wink. "I'm sure…" He leaned down and closed the space between their lips in another passionate kiss. As they parted, he ran a hand on Yoh's chest and down to his waist, earning a gasp from the younger twin. With a smile that was almost seductive, he thought amusingly:

This should be good.

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A few days passed since that night. Hao had gotten out of his room a couple of times or so, to Ren and the others' relief. Yoh was no more relief than the rest of them when Hao finally perked up, especially after their…ahem, well, private time, together that night. It was slightly surprising, however, to see all that mourning and brooding over his hair for the whole week or so worked up the pyro's appetite. Every time Hao would ask for seconds, the gang would stare hard at him in disbelief, and he would respond, "What?" And sadly, to Horo's dismay, Hao slowly reverted back to his pyromaniac self, having all the intention to scorch him and barbecue him for chopping his hair off on that fateful day.

But overall, Yoh was glad his twin had finally recovered from his trauma of losing half of his hair, even though it was for a good cause. Now that he thought of it, Hao did look exceptionally hot with short hair. But he knew only Hao knows better of what his hair should look like. Still, for good measures, and for the memories:

"Hao, can I take a picture of you? Please? You look super hot with short hair if you ask me!" Yoh asked, oh-so-sweetly.

Hao blinked at Yoh's sudden request before he sighed. "When you put it that way, sure, what the heck? But I want you to be in it too."

"Okay!"

-Click!-

After about eight months…

"Oh, joy, you have returned to me!!!"

Yoh heard Hao screamed in his room. He dashed in and saw Hao holding his hair-his long hair!-kissing it several times! "I'll never let you get infested by pests again!!!" He was strangely bouncy that whole day, it scared the bejeebers out of everyone, despite the fact that they too were happy that Hao's hair had grown back to almost its original length again.

But now one of them had hair problem too: HoroHoro.

"Sad to say he must've got it from Hao back then," Ren commented as he and the twins looked at Horo who was scratching his head like crazy. "It's a wonder how it started to cause trouble now, of all time." They looked at each other with wondering gazes.

Horo looked up. "So how the heck am I supposed to get rid of them???"

Long pause. Then an idea hit the trio.

"We'll just use the alternative, like the time we did with Hao's!" Yoh said with a smirk. Horo didn't like the way it looked one bit. "Oh no…"

"Oh yes…!" both twins and the Tao responded with scary toothy grins. And with a snap, a little fireball burst out of Hao's hand as he spoke menacingly, "Better say goodbye to those spikes of yours, Horo…"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

-Owari!

So! Please review. You'll make me so happy! Flames will be used to toast marshmallows and to grill big fat fish instead, ne? This is my very first attempt to write HaoYoh, and I really want to know if it's okay or not...

Anyway, thanks for reading!!!