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

WARNING: Fluffy. Shota, twincest, BL.

THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING TO READ "TELL ME A STORY!".

"I want that…" Yoh whispered.

A soft whimpering sound reached Hao's ears and suddenly he became concerned. That was his little Yoh who seemed to be almost crying. Hao hated to see Yoh's tears. However, Yoh was also known for faking his kicked-puppy face, in order to trick Hao into doing things he did not want to do, just like how the real Ren Tao from long, long ago had always tricked Horokeu Usui into doing things for him, including marrying him (the marriage happened to have a Pocahontas theme) after the great Shaman Fight which was won by grandpa. At least, that's how it went according to grandma Anna.

In any case, this time, Hao would not be tricked!

"Stop pretending like the world is gonna end, Yoh," Hao chided.

There was sniffling underneath the blanket, and then a few hiccuping sounds, as the bulge began to tremble slightly.

"Do you still want to hear the end of the story?" Hao asked Yoh, but the other did not answer. "Are you mad at me?" A soft sob. "Look, I'm always giving you what you want, Yoh. But you never once do anything in return…"

Indeed, Hao had always indulged Yoh into whatever the other wanted. Just like how grandpa had always indulged grandma Anna into what she wanted - though grandma used force because grandpa was a meek guy; whereas Yoh used tear, because even though Hao had a soft spot for him, he also had a sense of pride akin to something like a God-complex.

Could he not for once be selfish? Just this one time? Why did he always feel the need to please Yoh? And why did Yoh always take advantage of it?

"Yoh… I love you, but…"

"But you don't love me that much…" Yoh sat up and the blankets fell off of him, revealing red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

For a moment Hao was still, his mind blank. Then, it dawned on him; he had really made Yoh cry. A sickening feeling overtook him, making his stomach feel heavy. "T-that's," he stuttered, "that's not –"

"I understand," Yoh interrupt. "Even the Great Spirit's love can't be unlimited, so… I understand." He sniffled and wiped at his eyes, but the tears did not stop from falling – no, there only came more. "What do you want in return?"

"I don't think–"

"You wanted me to kiss you, right?"

Hao could only stare in absolute horror as Yoh slowly leaned in closer and closer. Yes, he had always wanted Yoh to return his advances… to kiss him… to love him. Did he? Did he truly want this? What was he thinking! He never wanted this!

"Stop it, Yoh!" he roughly pushed his twin away from him. "Stop this, I don't want it!" Somewhere along the way, Yoh fell out of bed. Shocked, Hao scrambled over towards the side to see Yoh lying on the floor – sobbing, crying, and completely crestfallen.

"I'm so sorry, Yoh," Hao whispered. He crawled out of bed and crouched beside Yoh. "I was stupid. I was wrong. I won't do this to you anymore, okay?" He reached out, but suddenly Yoh moved and slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me…" Yoh hissed. He got up and opened the bedroom door, walking through it and slamming it shut again, leaving Hao alone.

"Yoh… I love you, but…"

… but nothing – I just do.

THANK YOU FOR READING. PLEASE STICK WITH HAO AND YOH AND GIVE THEM YOUR ENCOURAGING REVIEWS, THEY WILL NEED YOUR SUPPORT!!