What was wrong with Yoh? Was he always like this? Even before they met on that hill? Yoh seemed so friendly back then, he seemed so normal, unless, this is normal for him? No. This is far from normal. Something was wrong with him obviously. What he was talking about, being whole, becoming one, surely…it was a lie?

Hao turned around, glaring at the door. He hadn't shut it, he was so afraid. He wanted to get as far away from Yoh as possible. Resisting was beginning to get unbelievably hard. He can't resist forever. Yoh wasn't going to stop. He was so determined. It was crazy how badly he wanted them to be one again.

Again? Had they been one before?

Questions ran through Hao's mind. It was unbearable to be in the same house as Yoh. He had to leave. He had to get away.

But how?

"Oh no…" muttered Hao, now realizing.

He was trapped.

What was Hao going to do? He could hear Yoh now, slowly getting back up. Creeping back onto his feet. Staggering along the hallway.

He was coming…

He wasn't going to give up.

His eyes…

They…they were so possessed!

Hao stood against the wall. Panting. Praying this will be over soon. He should have shut the door. But it wouldn't have stopped him. It would have bought him some time though. When will Anna and HoroHoro be back? What will they say when they see Yoh like this?

Worse…

What will they say if they see what he's trying to do?

"Stop please…" whispered Hao his voice shaking in fear. He couldn't raise he voice any louder. He was so scared. It was swallowing him. Eating him inside. Pulling down beneath him. Making him sick to the stomach. The terror he was feeling, was something he never expected to feel in his life.

Suddenly, Yoh's hand appeared round the door. Hao gasped, not ready for this. Why won't he leave him alone? Yoh pulled himself round the door, staggering, finding it hard to move. Finding it hard to walk. He was limp on his feet. He leant against the doorway, his face still covered by his hair. He paused at the door, like he was exhausted. Hao blinked at him. He didn't want to be near him. Hao shifted along the wall, reaching for the window. Yoh stepped inside Hao's room, pausing in his position, his face still facing the ground. Hao glanced out the window, Anna and HoroHoro were nowhere in sight. But he wanted them to be so badly. He wanted them to come and stop what was about to happen.

But…

What was about to happen?

"Please Yoh. What are you going to do?" he whimpered, fear and sorrow in his voice. Yoh took another step closer to him, now letting go of the wall, trying to balance. He failed, and fell to his knees. Hao just watched him. He wasn't going to approach to help him. He didn't want to be any closer to him.

Hao tried to move.

But he couldn't.

He had frozen in fear.

Unless, this was all part of what Yoh was doing.

What strange power was it that Yoh had suddenly possessed? Yoh could inflict such terror on him…

And when they got close enough. He could make Hao feel a new feeling. A feeling, actually, that was difficult to resist, a grip of some sort, a new feeling that makes it hard to breathe…

A new feeling, that makes him want them to be together…

"His eyes…" whispered Hao, closing his eyes when he said it. "They were what made me feel so powerless. In the mansion, they were so strong. And now…" Hao opened his eyes to see Yoh getting back to his feet. "They are even stronger. You are even stronger. What ever it is you are trying to do, you are going to do it now. Aren't you?" whispered Hao, terrified. Yoh nodded, stepping towards him again. He stopped again, now standing straighter.

There was nothing Hao could do.

There was nowhere for him to go.

He couldn't stop him.

He couldn't resist any more.

He had to…

He had to give in…

Hao lifted his head and stared at Yoh. Yoh lifted his head, his hair parented, showing his petrified eyes. Hao took one look at them, and fell deep under trance. Yoh walked right to him, gripping both of his hands, as if to stop him from escaping, although Hao didn't move. Yoh stared into Hao's eyes, Hao became weaker and weaker, losing himself completely in Yoh's deep, hollow eyes. Yoh smiled slightly, knowing now that Hao wasn't going to resist any longer. Yoh slowly raised both of Hao's hands, and gently placed them on his own chest. He gripped his wrists harder, showing he was ready for Hao to do this.

"Now…brother…let me become one with you." Whispered Yoh.

A blue light began to shine from beneath Hao's fingers. He wasn't doing this willingly.

It was so wrong…

Yet it felt so right…

To the two of them…

This was destiny.

After a few seconds, Hao's hands slowly sank into his twin brother's chest. Yoh gripped Hao's hands tighter, now Hao's hands turned into fists inside of him. Yoh cringed slightly, this seemed painful, but he wanted it…so badly.

An image of Yoh began to part from him. His soul was being taken…

Yoh was allowing it…

Happily…

Becoming one with his brother…

Hao's mouth opened slightly, and the spirit began to move towards his face, slowly becoming consumed into him. It left Yoh completely, and began to be swallowed through Hao's mouth. It began to speed up, moving itself down Hao's throat. Once it finished, Hao closed his mouth. Yoh then became limp, his grip on his wrists was released, and Yoh fell back and hit the floor. He just lay there, lifeless, not breathing. But…he was smiling…

Hao was still stood in position, his eyes white. His face pale…

He was aware it happened…

He knew it was happening…

But he still didn't understand, why it happened…

"Yoh…" he croaked in a voice barely a whisper. "I…"

Hao was whole once again. His memory had returned. He knew who he was. He knew everything that had ever happened to him…

But this…

This…

Was the worst of all…

Hao began to shake uncontrollably. Out of fear, out of amazement, and most of all out of sickness. He was sick with himself. How could he have been so weak in letting Yoh over power him?

He fell to his knees, still shaking. He threw his fist to the floor, crying out in agony. Why had he given in? Why?! He continued to rage at himself. Suddenly he began coughing and making retching noises. This hadn't happened before! Why now? He looked at Yoh's dead body, just catching his breath.

He looked so happy …

And so peaceful …

So why am I so upset? Why aren't I happy, too?

He shook his head. He should be happy. Yoh wanted this. Yet he wasn't. This wasn't right. Hao sighed, and decided to put Yoh back in his bed. He didn't know why though … maybe it would be easier for Anna? And what about HoroHoro? Would he … hate him?

"No …" Hao began, wishing none of this had happened. Wishing that Tamao had never brought him back in the first place. He should still be dead … then that would mean Yoh would still be happy, here at home with his friends.

Instead he wasn't.

He was gone.

And this time, Hao didn't know if he could come back.

Picking up Yoh's body, he continued to try and fend of the questions pressing him in his mind. Maybe he should pretend to be Yoh again? And act as if he had really left?

Then he thought about Opacho and how much he missed her. He couldn't do that to her again.

You're scary!

Those words still haunted him to this day. He still regretted his choices. So he wouldn't face them. Not now: it was all too much to bare.

He shuddered at the coldness of Yoh's limp body, but continued on to his twin's room. He looked around… Yoh had everything really good where he was. He had friends. He could never be alone, even if he wanted to…

And Hao despised that fact.

He placed Yoh down on the bed and put the covers over him. Yoh still had a peaceful smile on his face, and that made Hao smile slightly too. He could almost hear Yoh right now… somehow, it wasn't all that reassuring.

"Why do I have to carry everything, Anna?"

Hao gasped. He knew that was HoroHoro's voice. They were home! No, not yet. Hao looked out the window and saw them coming up the street. He closed Yoh's door and ran into his own room, still trying to keep himself together. However, it failed. He ran into the corner and sat down, pulling his knees up to his face and hiding behind them.

HoroHoro opened the door and a crash could be heard throughout the house as he put down the groceries. He began to complain again until Anna shut him up. HoroHoro began to put things away reluctantly, while Anna went up into Yoh's room. "Yoh, we're back …" she whispered, going to kneel beside his bed and hold his hand again. As she did so she flinched in shock. "HoroHoro!" She yelled abruptly. "Get over here and I mean now!"

HoroHoro was quick to come up. "What? What is it Anna?" he asked, with urgency in his voice.

"It's Yoh," She replied. "He's … he's stone cold …" Her voice quivered, she was shaking all over. Did Yoh pass away … in his sleep?

HoroHoro shook his head in disbelief, and went to check for a pulse. With shock, he realized – Yoh was really gone.

But, did Hao know? He thought he should go and see him. "Anna," He whispered to her, "I'm going to go check up on Hao. Opacho's outside still, if she comes in don't tell her anything yet."

Anna nodded, her face pale.

"Okay," HoroHoro said as he turned to leave. He closed the door behind him, leaving behind the stale feeling that death brought. He sighed, and knocked on the door of Hao's room. He opened it slowly, hearing Hao mutter asking him to come in. "Hey," HoroHoro began, seeing Hao on the floor. "It's okay, Hao …"

"No, it's not! HoroHoro, I remember everything now! He … He wanted this … so badly …" Hao said, unable to form a complete sentence or even straighten his thoughts out. His voice was choked up, with tears and regret.

"What? Hey, calm down! What are you talking about?" HoroHoro asked, taken aback. "Yoh died in his sleep… it's not your fault."

"Yes it is!" Hao cried. "It's all my fault!"

"Why? How could it be your fault when – "

"Because I killed him!"

With those four simple words, HoroHoro jumped back in shock. "You … what …?"

"You heard me. I killed him." Hao snapped. "I didn't want to … he was pressing it on me so much I gave in! I didn't have a choice! His eyes … they were so…" He trailed off, breaking down again. He could see perfectly the image of Yoh's ghastly eyes, staring at him, piercing his entire being…

"Hao, I know how this must be for you. Why don't you tell me everything that happened?" HoroHoro tried to soothe. Hao nodded.

"Okay…" he began shakily. "First off Yoh wanted to tell me all about myself … at the mansion … so I let him and he … I don't know. He became possessed by something and kept asking me to unite with him… so we could become one. I didn't understand … but somehow he had a hold on me. But not for very long …" Hao shook his head. "Then the second time was when Yoh went back to get you something to eat and went into the mansion again instead. He stared to cry in pain because he was forcing my earrings into his own ears… so I came out and tried to get him to feel better but he became strange again… and looked even more serious than before … he was pushing me over and making me feel so relaxed … but then I snapped out of it again…"

HoroHoro nodded, taking it all in. He was deep in thought.

"And today he woke up while you were gone and started at it again. He looked really creepy… his eyes were white and bloodshot … and it was even harder to resist that time… but I did; I slapped him … but he came back and I just gave in. He put my hands on his chest and then … and then…" Hao buried his face in his knees again and sobbed even harder. HoroHoro shook his head.

"That's crazy…" he muttered. Hao looked up at his friend and glared.

"You don't believe me do you? You hate me."

"No! Of course I believe you. Actually, it explains a lot. Yoh has been acting strangely … so this all makes sense. Of course I believe you Hao, you're my friend." HoroHoro smiled, and just by that one simple smile Hao knew – HoroHoro really meant it. He was a true friend.

"Please, don't tell Anna about this." He begged. HoroHoro nodded.

"Sure thing Hao," he said. "Sure thing."