#haoyoh

[theophagie]

The CRUNCHIEST youtube video but I cannot overestimate the effect that this thing had on my little brain

[ysymiasakyra]

[helgadream]

Social experiment xd

[the-wyld-archive]

{ Title } My Brother [ 2 / 2 ]

{ Series } Shaman King

{ Verse } [ Manga ] Canon

{ Ship } [ Implied / Platonic ] Hao / Yoh

{ Summary } [ K ] His twin discovers him.

                                                               Luchist had told him the moment the Asakura family had arrived. Though they were too far for him to hear what was on their minds, Hao knew why they were here. Why else? The Shaman Fight was beginning, there was little time before powers began to clash. They had not bothered to tell his twin before, so surely they would now.

In a way, Hao was almost insulted that they hadn’t told him from the start. At the very least that he had a brother. Perhaps not that his brother was a reincarnated shaman from a thousand years ago, intent on becoming Shaman King, but would it be so hard to tell him he had a twin? Surely they could have made up some lie as to what had happened to him.

He’d hoped their first meeting might have been… different. On the one hand there had been the worry that Yoh had been raised with it ingrained in his mind that he would have to kill him, and he would, thus, attack. But on the other there was the chance that perhaps his twin might have sought out a kinship with him. In the end he had gotten neither—Just confusion, and perhaps a flicker of anger when he attacked one of his friends.

It had been anticlimactic, and though he would admit it to no one but himself, perhaps a little hurtful.

“Well, he’s sure to hate me after tonight.” he thought aloud to his spirit ally. “They’re not exactly going to paint a very pretty picture, I’m sure.”

But what had he expected? Many times Hao had considered turning around and going back for his twin over the years, but by then he had other things to be doing. Sixteen years was a long time for normal people but not very long at all for his needs. There was the five years to even grow up enough to be moving about on his own, which left him only eleven years to collect souls and amass a small army.

At some point it was just no longer possible to go and steal his twin away, even if in private moments he sometimes wished he had.

Ah well, what was done was done, right? There was no use worrying about things he couldn’t change.

For a moment, he entertained the idea of swooping in and taking Yoh away now. They’d never see it coming, he could simply arrive, consume them all and take his opposite for himself. Why not? No one could stop him.

However the goal here was to not make Yoh despise him, so perhaps that would be better not done. Besides what was the fun in ending things so soon? He would just have to wait and see how thing unfolded from here.  He did so hate waiting.

Usually, Hao could remain lax even in the face of the worst unpleasantries. He would survive them, just as he always did, and occasionally distract himself by watching his followers in their antics. They were an amusing bunch, he enjoyed their company.

Tonight however he simply sat there, watching the fire in front of him. He wasn’t even lost in thought, though he tried to convince himself he was. The nagging feeling in the back of his mind wouldn’t leave, the irritation that somewhere, not very far from here, the Asakura clan was revealing his origins to his brother. They had waited sixteen years to tell him all of this, he deserved better than their shoddy excuses.

He deserved better than all of them in general.

“…This would be easier if he wasn’t my twin.” he said bitterly, once again speaking to the Spirit of Fire. “If he was just my brother then I wouldn’t be so concerned. That’s my other half they’re corrupting over there.”

His mocha irises turned up to glance at his ally. The spirit stared back at him calmly, as it always did.

“Why on earth did it have to be a twin?” he muttered. “As if this wasn’t already bothersome enough, I didn’t need to be split.”

That just complicated everything.

Though Spirit of Fire lacked a voice, the fire did leap a little higher in what Hao knew to be an effort to comfort him a little. He appreciated it. Perhaps his ally could not speak to him, but it still managed to communicate its meaning well enough.

The hours ticked by and Hao tried his best to occupy his mind with anything besides the thought of his not-so-far away twin. In the end, he gave up getting anything done and extinguished his fire, pulling his cloak about himself and falling backwards. He curled up, closing his eyes and attempting to get some rest.

It lasted perhaps an hour before his eyes flew open and he jerked upright. At first, he couldn’t tell what on earth had disturbed his slumber. There was no one nearby, Spirit of Fire had not moved, and the thoughts filtering into his mind were the same thoughtless babble he got every time his followers went to sleep. Nothing unusual.

Confused, the Asakura made to lay back down when he felt something. For the first time in perhaps all one thousand years of his existence, Hao could not find the words to describe what it was he was experiencing. It was not a thought and it was not mana, nor was it anything more physical like a spirit. It was something unique and pure, and it was tugging at the back of his mind and somewhere deep in his chest.

It burned like fire, and he found himself clutching at his chest, over his heart.

His instinct was to lash out, try to reverse whatever was being done to him, but something gave him pause. The more he sat there the more he realized that none of this actually hurt. Not even the burning in his chest, or the tick at the back of his mind. It wasn’t trying to hurt him at all.

Hao closed his eyes slowly, focusing on the feeling and letting himself relax. He closed off his outward senses, seeking the strange feeling out until he could grasp it.

When he did, he almost stopped breathing for a moment.

He couldn’t believe, for the first few minutes, what it was he was feeling. He knew that energy, he knew that bond, he knew it deep in his soul in a way he couldn’t possibly know anything else. Any trepidation or instinct to be wary flew from his mind as he reached out almost desperately through that link, seeking the one reaching out to him.

Through an endless blackness, the emptiness between souls, he sought for that burning grasp around his very being until he felt it. Almost as if his hand closed around another in the darkness, he held tight to the other half, his other half, taking shallow breaths to calm himself.

“…Yoh…” he found himself breathing aloud. “My Yoh…”

For a moment, Hao was overwhelmed with a collection of emotions he neither expected nor knew how to handle. It was the first time in this lifetime, perhaps even before that, that he had felt this whole, this close to complete. He had thought that it would take consuming Yoh’s soul to bring him this relief but here they were.

And it was not he who had reached out for his brother, but the other way around. Yoh had sought him out all on his own, reached blindly outwards despite how dangerous that could be, all for the sake of finding him. His twin. His other half.

Hao laid back down again, his hand still resting over his heart, his eyes closed. He couldn’t bring himself to let the other go, not even within his mind. Even if he had wanted to he didn’t think he had the willpower to relinquish his hold right now. He wanted to keep this connection between them forever, always feel his twin so close.

Every moment he expected Yoh to pull away, to shrink back from him. But for each second he feared it, his twin seemed to take ten more to continue their connection. Yoh never let go, gripping onto him just as tightly as he was to him, and nothing that he felt was negative. No fear or hatred, not even sadness. Just warmth, like a summer breeze on his skin, and he sent the same back, praying his twin could feel it.

“My Yoh…” he murmured again, sounding almost content. “Perhaps you will be mine yet…”

                    [ Previously posted on shiratori-fengbao. ]

[the-wyld-archive]

{ Title } My Brother [ 1 / 2 ]

{ Series } Shaman King

{ Verse } [ Manga ] Canon

{ Ship } [ Implied / Platonic ] Hao / Yoh

{ Summary } [ K ] He discovers he has a twin.

                                    Falling into bed might have been more effective if the mattress were thicker, but Yoh made due with a small flop. He just laid there for a while, face first into the sheets, not really thinking or moving, just existing. He didn’t want to try and do anything until he could feel his own body again, because for the last three hours or so, he had been completely numb.

To be entirely honest he wasn’t really sure what his family had expected as far as reactions went. Everyone seemed to have been walking on eggshells the whole time, even Anna had seemed a bit wary. Had they expected him to lash out or get angry? Deny it? He wasn’t really sure, but all he’d done was sat there and listen until he was dismissed.

In fact, he was quieter than usual, thinking back, but could you really blame him? Being sat down at the age of four and told that the things you see are ghosts, you’re a shaman and by the way the rest of the world is going to think you’re a freak forever also you’re going to begin intensive training is one thing. Being sat down and told the story of your birth complete with surprise! you have an evil twin! is another.

Somewhere between his mother trying to sugar coat things and his grandfather’s bluntness, it had finally come out in the open. Hao, the shaman who had attacked his friends and according to Lilirara’s visions, lived five hundred years ago, was his ancestor. And his twin brother. It was still confusing but he got the general gist of it.

Finally bothering to move, Yoh rolled himself over and stared up at the ceiling, his dark eyes blinking at it as if he expected the answers to the universe to be written somewhere. That would be nice, actually, and very helpful right now. But no such luck.

At the very least the numbness had worn off and he could feel his limbs again, and no one was coming to bother him. Usually, in times of mental conflict, Yoh welcomed the presence of his friends and family. Anna, Tamao, Manta, all of them were welcome faces. But not right now. Right now he wanted to be alone with his thoughts, even Amidamaru seemed to realize it.

He couldn’t remember exactly which part he’d gone numb at and sort of half zoned out, somewhere in between the explanation of who Hao Asakura was and how his own birth had nearly been thwarted he was pretty sure. It was a lot to take in.

One hand rose, running through his hair thoughtlessly. He’d always thought he had hair a lot like his mother, but now that he thought about it, he had hair a lot like Hao’s. Shorter, but the same sheen and, likely, texture. It made sense the more he thought about it, from the way they looked to the way they spoke. He was pretty sure they were even the same height, those odd shoes Hao wore not included.

If he pieced every meeting he had had with the other together, every little detail he had noticed without meaning to, it all came down to one conclusion. Hao was his brother. His twin.

“…Hao is my twin brother.”

Yoh wasn’t sure why he’d bothered to say it aloud to the empty room, he’d already said it in his mind several times. Yet something about speaking it out loud made it more… solid. More definite.

“Hao Asakura is my twin brother.” he repeated. “My…twin.”

This brought up a whole host of other issues he hadn’t even begun to think about. He was the younger twin, which meant that it wasn’t Hao who looked like him it was the other way around. He looked and spoke like his brother, probably acted a bit like him too—Did he think like him? Did they like the same things? And on a more worrying level; if Hao used to be a single person, what on earth did that make him?

But for once, Yoh shoved all of his concerns away. He didn’t think them through and he didn’t tell himself it would all work out. He just shoved them away. As far into the back of his mind as he possibly could.

Right now all the negative stuff had no meaning and he didn’t actually care. Anna could berate him the next day and his family could insist he take up arms all they liked in the morning, but right now in this very moment Yoh Asakura didn’t give one single thought to what could go wrong. Not that Hao was a killer, not that they would one day fight, not that he should even be afraid for his own life.

Yoh rolled over, curling up and staring at the wall. One hand rose, slowly pressing over his chest, fingertips brushing over the slow thud of his heartbeat. He blinked into the darkness of his room, silently listening to the sounds of his own heart.

He had heard once that twins shared a spiritual connection. If normal twins shared such a thing, then he and Hao surely had to. It had been there since they had met, he could just tell. Then he hadn’t known what it was, but he could discern it now. The way his eyes were drawn to his twin on the plane, how he had frozen upon seeing him at the air field, even the fact that he remembered even tiny details about him. There was something there. Something he couldn’t explain.

Yoh closed his eyes, moving his palm until it was over his heart. His fingers curled into his shirt, pressing against his chest as if wanting to reach inside his own ribs and touch the thudding organ.

He had no idea what he was doing. By all accounts he should be avoiding any and everything to do with Hao Asakura because surely he was dangerous. And instead, Yoh was doing just the opposite and he was sure his family would have a fit if they ever knew.

But he had stopped caring the moment it had registered that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t quite as alone as he’d once thought.

So, with his eyes closed and only the sound of his heartbeat for company, Yoh reached inside himself and searched for that feeling he had had every time he laid eyes on Hao. The dull throb in his chest and the knot in his throat, like there were a hundred words he wanted to say and none of them were coming. The burning at his fingertips, as if they were itching to touch something. Someone.

He latched onto all of those feelings, brought them back to the surface like Hao was standing right in front of him. Clung to them, seeking for something he couldn’t put a name to, that feeling that shamans got whenever they connected with a spirit. And when he found it, Yoh took a deep breath, and he reached out.

With his mind, with his spirit, with whatever it was that would follow the faint cord of nameless existence between them. A silent hand extended into the unknown, seeking for another to grasp at, reaching out, asking to be found. It almost felt like dreaming of the Great Spirit again, and it was scary, reaching into that endless blackness in search of something he wasn’t even sure was looking for him.

But just when he was about to give up and pull himself back again, a warmth spread through his chest, his whole body relaxed. If he was asked, Yoh could not explain how he knew, but he could feel the other presence reaching back for him. Another hand closing around his in the darkness, telling him he wasn’t alone.

His hand curled tighter into his shirtfront, wishing that the hand he was grasping at in his mind was in his own right that very moment. The warmth spread further, curling around him like a comforting embrace, like someone was welcoming him home.

He let out a shaky breath, holding tight to the feeling of the other so close to him while being so far.

Brother… he breathed within his mind, wondering if Hao could feel the same thing he could. My brother…

                  [ Previously posted on shiratori-fengbao. ]

[the-wyld-archive]

{ Title } Beautiful

{ Series } Shaman King

{ Verse } [ Manga ] Canon

{ Ship } Hao / Yoh

{ Summary } [ K ] After another few moments, Hao finally spoke. “…You’re beautiful.”

                            “I wasn’t expecting you to show up here.”

He always did that; appeared from nowhere without a sound and simply stepped into the light. Yoh had long since given up trying to understand how his brother managed it, just accepted that sometimes his presence would be there.

His gaze turned up to meet his twin’s, watching as he approached. Hao sank down beside him in his usual quiet manner, though for once, he did not turn his eyes to the sky. It wasn’t the first time he’d appeared outside like this. In fact, and he was sure Anna suspected, Yoh often found himself drifting outside at night, giving his brother the opportunity to join him in watching the stars.

They didn’t even talk most of the time. It just felt so natural to be near each other.

Rather than break eye contact with the other shaman, Yoh continued to stare at him in silence. He wasn’t able to read minds, or hearts, like Hao could, but he had found that he had a certain knack for reading his brother. At least most of the time he did. But right now was one of those times when Hao got that one look in his eye Yoh couldn’t fathom, and everything about him was impossible to read.

That meant that right now he was at his most dangerous, and also his most fascinating. You couldn’t blame Yoh, really, for getting lost in his twin’s gaze. When you had someone as unfathomable as that connected to you through flesh, blood and spirit, there was a certain draw.

They just sat there in silence for a while, one patiently waiting for the other to reveal his thoughts. Finally, Hao’s hand rose, and Yoh did not pull away as the other reached out to grip his chin.

Hao’s eyes narrowed critically, as if his thoughts had just gone a layer deeper, and moved his hand to turn his brother’s head. The younger allowed it, turning his face as the other bid until he was back to staring into his eyes again.

After another few moments, Hao finally spoke.

“…You’re beautiful.”

Yoh blinked. He’d neither expected nor come up with a response for anything remotely close to what his twin had just said. He didn’t think he’d know what to say if anyone else said it to him either; no one ever had.

“You’re beautiful.” Hao repeated.

His grip tightened and before he could react, Yoh found himself being slammed back against the grass, a hand pressing just below his throat. If his hand moved up just another inch, he could crush his windpipe easily.

“I hate it.” the elder brother hissed.

At the moment, Yoh’s only real thought was that that wasn’t really something you wanted to hear after being told you were beautiful. Usually it was supposed to be a compliment, but the way his twin said it made it sound like he was committing some kind of crime.

Nonetheless, his lips twitched up into a soft smile.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“Tsk.”

Pressing harder against the younger shaman’s collar, Hao’s glare only intensified as Yoh smiled at him.

“I hate when you do that.” he said, sounding venomous. “Make such pathetic expressions—That’s my face you’re using as your own, you haven’t got the right to display such weakness on it.”

“Oh? No?” Yoh blinked dark eyes, smile dropping for a minute. “I’m not?”

“No.” he added more pressure again, forcing Yoh to breathe a little slower. More carefully. “It’s my face, it has been for a thousand years. And yet now you appear, wearing just the same one, and you think you have the right to go around showing it off as you please? I’ve worked hard to remain both masked and beautiful at once, but you ruin it with your petty feelings.”

His hand shifted as if he was itching to reach for the other’s throat.

“I hate it.”

Hao did not move his hand further, making no attempt to actually hurt his twin. Just like always. Yoh simply stared at him, his thoughts quiet, wondering how much of what was in his head Hao could read. Or was it all too jumbled for him to make any sense out of?

Just when the silence had gone on almost too long again, Yoh’s mouth curled once more into a smile. This one wasn’t soft though, and he could see it threw Hao for a moment. Smiles like this were usually his specialty, the kind of smiles that sent a chill down people’s spines. Yoh didn’t usually wear such expressions.

“How do you know it’s not my face?”

Anything Hao had been planning to say fled his mind immediately, you could see it on his face. For the first time, the elder shaman honestly looked completely taken aback.

But Yoh just continued to smile.

“You say that I’m going around and ruining your face, but how do you know that it’s not actually mine? What if the one wearing the spare is you?”

Hao’s stunned silence was interrupted as Yoh suddenly jerked up, throwing his twin off him and entirely reversing their positions. Before the future king could even respond, his twin was already pinning him down against the grass, weight settled on his chest and one arm bracing beside his head.

And he was still wearing that sinister smile, and it fit his face all too well.

“We are twins, after all, Hao.” Yoh continued in a soft hum. “We’re born of the same blood, the same soul. Everyone always goes on about how I used to be a piece of you—But what if you were a piece of me?”

It was clear his words were unnerving his brother.

“Don’t… be ridiculous.” he hissed. “Of course you were me--!”

“Are you so sure?”

Yoh’s head cocked, his expression unusually blank despite the ever-present smile.

“After all, you weren’t always like this, were you? Once you smiled and laughed and wore your feelings on your sleeve, just like me. You used to be just like this, a long time ago. What if I’m not a piece of your heart you shed, but the other way round?”

Mirroring his twin’s earlier movements, Yoh gripped Hao’s chin, forcing the elder to look at him.

“For all you know, rather than the weakness you shed, you could be all the hatred I got rid of. Tell me, how do you know that I’m not the real you?”

It was the first time he’d seen Hao’s thoughts written so plainly on his face. The reincarnated shaman was honestly disturbed by the things Yoh was saying. Perhaps it was the fact that his usually gentle twin was revealing a much less demure side of himself, or maybe it was that smile, which seemed to grow more and more unnerving by the second. Or perhaps it was because, in reality, Yoh could very well be right.

A name did not a person make. Just because he wore the title of Hao, who was to say that the pure essence of his soul did not in fact reside in his twin? There was no way to know.

“I have visions sometimes, you know.” Yoh continued idly. “I always have. I remember things from a long, long time ago… Your old life, our old life. The memories have been coming back more since the Shaman Fight started and I met you. Maybe I’m just regaining what I lost.”

His smile spread wider.

“Maybe I’m taking back what was mine to begin with.”

That was what snapped Hao back to reality.

With a vicious snarl, the elder shaman threw his weight upwards, shoving Yoh off him. His arm pulled back, aiming a punch at the face he seemed to so dislike, but it was caught before it could land. He had to hand it to his brother, not many people could right themselves and block his attack in the same motion.

For the third time, they just stared at one another, Yoh gripping Hao’s fist, staring into his matching set of dark eyes. The most unsettling thing, at least for the elder, was that for once he was the one wearing his emotions on his face, in this case anger, while it was Yoh who had simply allowed it all to fall away leaving his face completely blank.

After another long silence, the younger twin smiled, his usual bright expression returning.

“Don’t worry, you’re the elder one.” he chuckled. “You’re almost certainly the “real” Hao. But remember—“

For a moment his smile turned dark again.

“This isn’t just your face anymore. It’s ours now. If you don’t want me showing others such faces, perhaps you need to consider why that frightens you so much.”

Hao jerked his fist out of Yoh’s grip, and in the blink of an eye he was gone. The younger Asakura just sat there, blinking at the space he had previously occupied, before relaxing with a soft hum. A light smile played around his lips.

“Maybe I took it a bit far…” he laughed to himself. “But he does look nice when he’s being so honest.”

                            [ Previously posted on shiratori-fengbao. ]

[wonderfulworldofoz]

REQUEST #4: No sketch, 50 mins line art, 2 mins for the rest

[4 OUT OF 4 CURRENT REQUESTS]

I just wanted to do something simple and easy, and I really like black+white+one other colour things. Plus this was super easy and relaxing to draw (this is like my default, lol) so thanks Shaman :D You know what I like

That's the first batch of requests done. c: I'll start on the next bunch soon.

[wonderfulworldofoz]

Imagine the Asakura twins taking care of a bunch of cats.

You mean imagine Yoh confronting Hao about his cat problem and making him give them all proper homes instead of leaving them at the Funbari Inn whenever he has to leave the physical world.