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

Last apology: Yeah, I know I should be apologizing for leaving this fic up and about for years, but I'll probably bore you, because - again - I have no reasons whatsoever why I'm neglecting this (or my other fanfics for that matter).

I just don't write fanfics that often anymore, since I'm busy with original projects and that's all getting a little out of hand. Add to that my increasing anime obsession and obsession to post on every thread of every forum I've been on, and yeah… not much time left.

So this will be the last time I'm gonna apologize -- I'm sorry. I won't apologize again, since it'll all be the same excuses over and over anyway, because yes, I am a SLOW updater!! So suck it up!

WARNING: Fluffy. Shota, twincest, BL.

And now with no further addo, because I don't wanna bore you all -

PLEASE READ AND REVIEW.

""What's your name?"

"Uhm…"said Poca-Horo, "My name is Poca-Horo, but everyone just calls me HoroHoro."

"So, well then," said Ren, "Pocoho… err…hoco…? Ahh… haco? Uhm… uh… ARGH!! Pocahontas -- or whatever your name is!! Why do you-""

"It's Poca-Horo!!" yelled Yoh interrupting the story (yet again).

Hao rolled his eyes. "I know that," he said as he tried to pull Yoh, who had (yet again) jumped up in his excitement over the story, back down in his embrace.

"But Ren doesn't!" Yoh argued childishly, while resisting his brother's pulls. "He has to know it too!"

"Well, he doesn't," said Hao who by now was so thoroughly annoyed by those constant breaks, he could almost kick his dear little Yoh out of bed. "Stop interrupting my story and get back under the covers!"

"But how can Poca-Horo and Ren fall in love if they don't even know each other's name properly?" Yoh complained.

"They're not falling in love!!!" Hao yelled out, completely frustrated by his twin's stupidity. "And they don't know each other's names and will NEVER get to know them!!" He panted slightly after his little outburst had caused him to shoot up from his covers as well.

"W-what?" Yoh blinked, completely taken aback.

"I said they don't fall in love and they won't know each other's names," Hao repeated.

"B-but…" Yoh trembled slightly. Hao wasn't just diverting from the play anymore; he had thrown the script entirely out of the window, and it was frightening to Yoh. "But they always-"

"They're not anymore so there!" Hao cut him off.

Yoh bit the inside of his cheek in alarm. He wasn't sure where the change was, but somehow, he realized, this time the storytelling was different from other times. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but it wasn't working.

"I don't like this story…" he whispered.

Hao shrugged. "Then make up your own," he said and pushed his twin down.

This time Yoh didn't resist. He was too troubled to care about the story anymore. His brother wasn't keeping to the script… it bothered him. When they played there was always the script to which they stuck. It was a line, a safety boundary, one which they didn't cross. But now…

"So," said Hao, apparently unfazed by everything, "where did we left off…"

In response, Yoh pulled the blankets over his head and curled up into a ball.

Hao blinked. "Yoh?"

Silence.

"Yoh, I'm continuing the story."

No response.

Hao shrugged and flopped down onto the bed. "So anyway…

"Just call me HoroHoro," Poca-Horo - whom we from now on shall call 'HoroHoro' - said.

"Okay then, HoroHoro," said Ren, "Why were you hiding from me?"

"Well, I…"

"…"

"…"

"Uhm, Yoh…?"

"Are you asleep? Or are you hiding from me?"

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