Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King or Pocahontas.

'thoughts and inner voice'

"talking"

WARNING: Fluffy. Implied shota, twincest, BL.

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Hao sighed. "Fine, I'll tell about this stupid Poca-Horo," he muttered.

Yoh made a muffled sound, that could be made out as a giggle, his face still pressed into Hao's chest. He knew his brother could never resist him. And he took full advantage of that knowledge.

Hao frowned. "Are you making fun of me?" he asked, but Yoh kept giggling, ignoring him. "If you keep laughing, I'll make YOU tell a story next time," he threatened.

The muffled sounds ceased instantly.

"That's better," said Hao and he gave a nod of approval, even though his little brother could not see it, having his face pressed into Hao's chest. Hao let his head fall back into the pillows and then he let out a loud sigh. "Alright, let me think. How did the story go again…"

"Poca-Horo lived on a small island in the northern parts of Japan," Yoh answered. He remembered everything of this story, it was his favourite and he had forced Hao to tell him many times already.

"Oh right," said Hao and he inwardly rolled his eyes, thinking: 'Won't he ever get sick of this story?' He gave another sigh and continued where Yoh had started.

"So, Poca-Horo lived on a small island in Japan. He was part of the local inhabitants called the Ainu. The Ainu were a relatively peaceful tribe, who lived from the lands and fish in sea. They were a secluded tribe, living among themselves, and so, they had never seen strangers before. And every day, Poca-Horo would go out into the woods and climb trees, his little spirit, Kororo, always following him faithfully wherever he went. Then one day something strange happened…"

Hao stopped, letting the last sentence linger in the air.

Yoh pulled his face out of his brother's chest and looked up into Hao's eyes. "What happened then, Big Brother?" he asked. He already knew what would happen, having heard the story hundreds of times, but he always asked his brother this same question, every time again.

Hao smiled and patted his brother on the head. "Clouds, Yoh. He saw clouds."

"When Poca-Horo had climbed into the top from one of the trees, he looked up into the sky and saw the strangest clouds ever in his life… They were big and on them, it seemed as though people were walking. But people standing on clouds? That was ridiculous! Poca-Horo decided that he needed to see what it really was, that he was seeing. So he ran over to the coast, where the clouds came from."

"And there he met Ren Tao right?" Yoh asked.

Hao sighed, slightly annoyed. 'Why am I telling the same story over and over again?' he thought. He nodded, confirming Yoh's question and said: "Yes Yoh, he met Ren Tao there. Can I continue telling the story?"

Yoh nodded and snuggled back into Hao's chest.

"Poca-Horo hid himself in a tree and observed the strange clouds. Then, his eyes caught another young man who just went off the cloud. The young man, not more than 12 years old had-"

"But Big Brother, he's not a man yet, he's just twelve," said Yoh and he shook his head at his brother's mistake.

Hao rolled his eyes. "Kid, whatever."

Yoh frowned. "BOY. He's a BOY," said Yoh, each time emphasizing the word 'boy'.

"Alright then, boy," said Hao and he pushed Yoh's face back into his chest. "Just let me finish."

"The BOY, who could be no more than 12 years old, had strange dark blue hair, that went into a weird point on top of his head. He had a large weapon in his hand and by his side was a spirit, who seemed pretty strong. Listening to the boy and the spirit talk, Poca-Horo could make out their names. The boy was named Ren Tao and the spirit's name was Bason."

"And then they met and fell in love right?" Yoh asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Hao gave his brother an annoyed look. Yoh stared back at him with those innocent eyes. Slowly a smirk crept up Hao's lips. "No, they did not fall in love…"

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