Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King or Pocahontas.
WARNING: Fluffy. Shota, twincest, BL.
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When Yoh, after having calmed down a bit, returned to the room he shared with his twin, Hao was not there anymore. He was relieved by this, he did not know if he could face his brother in the state he was in.
There were some things that he could handle and some things that he couldn't. He had, for example, sat through the entire story about the dead samurai Amidamaru (though he had peed in bed afterward) without making Hao to stop telling the story. Yet, he could not handle this one sentence --
"I'm so sorry, Yoh."
Hao never apologized to anyone, not even to Yoh, though he did make up in other ways whenever he was in the wrong. But saying sorry… never. Yet, he had said it now, he had apologized to Yoh with that guilty look on his face, and Yoh knew what that face meant: rejection.
Yoh had feared this all along. Hao may have liked him very much, but those feelings had been weak and fragile; they had been easily crushed when push came to shove. Had Yoh not predicted it from the start? Only normalcy could create a strong stable bond.
Yoh flopped down onto the messy bed and let out a sigh. He was thinking of his brother again. Would Hao never leave his mind in peace? Ever since he read those meaningless 'I love Yoh' phrases in that notebook he had known of Hao's silly crush on him, and his brother had been wandering his mind ever since.
It was simply a crush… that wasn't true love, was it?
And Yoh? Did Yoh have a crush on Hao too? Were his feelings also childish and meaningless?
Yoh sat up again and that's when he finally realized that there was a piece of paper on his desk. He walked over towards the desk and picked it up. Immediately, he recognized the handwriting as that of his twin - Hao had written down the rest of the story:
For Yoh:
"… I don't know who you are. You're a stranger in these lands, yet you come here and act like you own the place."
Ren scratched his head a little embarrassed. "Oh, I did? It, err… wasn't my intention." (It was - really, it was - but he couldn't tell that to HoroHoro, right?)
"Why are you here?" HoroHoro asked.
Ren blinked. "Are you stupid, or do you really don't know?" When HoroHoro remained silent, he continued enthusiastically, "The legendary Shaman Fight takes place here! The one who wins the tournament, win the grace of the Great Spirit! For the sake of that, we come here and build cities her to live!"
"And destroy the homes of the Koropokkuru!" HoroHoro shook his head. "Our lands are welcome to any guests we might receive, but I cannot ignore that you destroy them!"
Again Ren blinked, as if confused. "Homes of the what?" he said. (He's a little silly, hahaha! :-) )
"The Koropokkuru." HoroHoro pointed with his thumb beside him where his tiny spirit sat on his shoulder. "They live underneath the Butterbur leaves that grow in moist areas, but those plants are dying now."
Ren frowned. "Why is that my fault?"
"On my way to see this cloud-thing," HoroHoro gestured towards Ren's ship, "I saw your people building near the rivers and lakes. By doing so, they are destroying the Koropokkuru's habitat."
Ren sighed. "I see, so that's bothering you?" When HoroHoro nodded, he sighed once more deeply. "You know, I can't help you. There are orders from above that we must build accommodations here for the upcoming Shaman Fight. I can't go against them."
"Again the Shaman Fight… why is it so important?"
"Because of the Great Spirit, of course!"
Having returned to the topic of Shaman Fight, Ren's eagerness began to resurface. It was obvious to HoroHoro that this Shaman Fight was a big deal to Ren. But why? "What's so good about the "Great Spirit?"
"You've never heard of the Great Spirit before?" Ren asked disbelievingly.
HoroHoro shook his head. "I've heard of Koropokkuru before, because they're the spirits that live on these lands, but the great Spirit is foreign to me."
"Well," said Ren, "" The Great Spirit is the Spirit of the entire world! If you earn his grace, you can make three wishes and he will grant them for you. You, for example, could ask for all the Koropopopo, err… whatever, to have new homes!"
"Are you asking me to join this Shaman Fight?" HoroHoro asked.
"Yeah, well… I don't have a partner yet."
"Oh, so that's the real reason why you're telling me all this." (Oops, now Ren's plan is doomed!)
(No, it's not, we all know that HoroHoro can't deny Ren anything, hihi!)
Ren let out a huff. "So what!" he yelled, "Every shaman can enter this tournament and we can both gain from this!"
"Uhh… well…" HoroHoro was taken aback by the sudden outburst.
"Just do it!"
"Ah… uhm," HoroHoro hesitated for a moment, but Ren's mean face and pointy hair made him decide, "Well, okay… I guess."
HoroHoro participated the Shaman Fight, and you know just as well as I did, that neither of them won.
Yoh stopped reading. He suddenly realized why Hao had gone off track with the story. Instead of keeping up with the more traditional tale of Pocahontas, he had mixed in the history of their deceased grandpa, whom Yoh was named after. And if Yoh remembered correctly, grandpa had two close friends named HoroHoro and Ren…
Hadn't those two married each other?
So, when grandpa Yoh, who was then still just a boy, had won the Shaman Fight, he got three wishes. First, he wished for all the damage done by one named the Evil Master (grandma Anna never gave his real name to us, did she, Yoh?) and his sidekick the Spirit of Fire to be restored. Second, he wished for the Koropokkuru to have new homes, because that's what HoroHoro, whom he had become friends with along the way, had wanted. And then came the third wish.
(As we have both been told by grandma Anna, grandpa was always a bit gullible. In fact, mom said that grandma had once told her that grandpa had tried to wish for curry udon…
Yoh smiled when he read that part. His own favourite food was also curry udon, though Hao liked curry bread much more. It didn't matter, the two of them liked anything that was curry.
… well, that didn't happen. I imagine that the following is what really happened.)
Grandpa Yoh tapped his nose for a moment, before his eyes lit up. "I know! I wish for cur-"
A hand quickly clamped over his mouth to prevent him from saying anything more stupid. Ren quickly pulled grandpa Yoh down and whispered something in his ear, making grandpa blink in confusion. "Huh, wish for Ren and HoroHoro to marry?" he said a bit puzzled.
"Your wish shall be granted!" the Great Spirit said with his booming voice and Ren looked mortified.
And that's how Ren and HoroHoro married! But they still hated each other and often fought with each other (well, that's what grandma always says…), but late at night, they would kiss and make up with each other. (awww!)
THE END.
From Hao.
PS: I love you very much, and I'm sorry I tried to force you to do things you did not want to do. Even if we never kiss, I will still always love you. You don't have to kiss me if you don't want to. You don't have to love me if you don't want to. :-( I'm very, very sorry and I will always, always, always, love you no matter what. Forever.
Someone tapped onto Yoh's shoulder and Yoh quickly turned around to find himself face to face with Hao, who looked so guilty and miserable, it almost made Yoh's heart break, despite that he was still a bit angry at his brother. Hao really did love him.
"Forgive me?" Hao whispered.
Yoh nodded. "Okay."
Hao wrapped his arms around Yoh and slowly, even awkwardly, pulled him into an embrace. They had never fought like this before, so making up still felt a little weird to the both of them. "We're okay now?" he whispered again, needing reassurance from his twin.
Yoh snuggled a little closer into Hao's embrace. "Yes," he whispered back. Looking up, he peered at Hao, who looked back at him with a slight blush on his face.
"What is it?" Hao asked.
"How did Ren and HoroHoro kiss when they made up?" Yoh asked innocently.
Despite feeling a little insecure himself, Hao couldn't help a smirk that crept up his face when Yoh asked him that question. "Oh well…" he said, "Do you want me to show you?"
Yoh blushed, but that was enough for Hao. He leaned down and finally captured Yoh's lips in a tender kiss.
FIN.
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