#☯ light up my dark path [ren & yoh]

[chukazanmai]

@spiritofsword​

Ren was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed! 

Feet marched angrily to outside the abandoned building, walking past Ryu and Manta who had come to check -so he assumed- the X-Laws did their part of the deal. A deal that despite involving him, he had no part of it! 

That was just the tip of the iceberg of why Tao Ren was angry.

“Where is Yoh!?” he asked loudly, knowing that the other two were following him. Ren tightened his already closed fists. At the abandoned factory, he heard Manta respond and as soon as he did, Ren began walking faster.  The cold of a January evening hit his bare skin, it was a sharp cold but not enough to bother him. His body ached a little, still a bit numb from the sudden awaken from the dead (literally)...yet he kept walking.

He ignored Ryu telling him to wait. No he was not going to wait!

“ASAKURA!” he didn’t even use his name to call him, golden eyes scanned the abandoned factory in search for Yoh, his voice echoing in the place. Yoh was there, lying on the floor and Ren was too angry to even stop and wonder why he was like that. 

After he was done with him...he would be in a worse state!

Strong hands grabbed hold of Yoh’s white shirt and lifted the other boy from the floor “Why!?” he shook him once “Why must you keep sacrificing yourself for the sake of others?!”

First Matamune, now his dream...Yoh was driving him insane..! 

“Why do you keep putting others above yourself, why do you keep bringing yourself pain to save others?! To save me!” I thought we were past that, he didn’t say this out loud.

Ren was shaking from all the anger but that didn’t make him loosen his grip. The Tao moved and slammed the other boy against the nearest wall, ignoring both Bason and Amidamaru who told him to stop.

“Is this how you intend on forging your own path?! By giving up your dream?!”

[chukazanmai]

The sun brightens up his life...

...the moon shines on his darkest hour

chukazanmai (Tao Ren) & spiritofsword (Asakura Yoh), from Shaman King

penned by El & Hunt

[chukazanmai]

(icons only) It's a surprise birthday party for Ryu and everybody panics when they hear someone at the door. Ren and Yoh end up shoved into a broom closet. The walls are thin and there's no room and their chests must breathe on top of one another. Yoh is trying to keep his flushed face apart from Ren's, but he can't stop looking into his eyes.

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[chukazanmai]

spiritofsword​:

Another twitch, like static but stronger, awoke Yoh in the middle of the night. It had been happening for a couple of days now, and never at a predictable pattern.

Nothing seemed amiss; Ryu and Faust slept peacefully, Manta was making a face as usual due to being under one of Ryu’s legs, and Yoh was glad to wake up without Hao breathing down his neck, like he had a few nights ago. Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine, and back the twitch came to his neck. He whined in silence and rubbed at his nape; though the healing had gone fine, his body still had to complete the rest of the process as naturally as possible. So, other than leaving new scar tissue to settle, he was having to deal with a little bit of literal aftershock from the battle against Horohoro and Ren. 

Yoh sighed. Boy, those two had really put their all into the fight. He was proud of them.

He settled down into the blankets and waited to drift back to sleep — until he truly heard something out of place. A gasp that scratched at the silence of the night like nails on a chalkboard. Immediately, Yoh pushed himself up, awareness coursing through him until the last hair standing on end. He flung the covers aside and jumped to his feet, ready for anything, as by the time he got there, the sound was no more. He stood as still as he could, to be able to truly listen the next time around.

It took a while before he heard something else. The titter-patter of feet, walking and then stopping at the door to his room. Yoh picked up his sword and called Amidamaru with a whisper. His guardian revealed himself to be ready as his master.

But… the steps kept going. Relieved, but not yet relaxed, Yoh decided to investigate with the spirit on his tail. He slid the door and walked on the tip of his toes — yet another sound stopped him. Running water. A cabinet door. A chair’s ends meeting the floor. And a sigh.

He recognized that sigh.

Albeit not the least bit stealthy anymore, Yoh dropped his defense and barged into the kitchen, finding Ren sitting by the table with a glass of water. “Ahh, Ren! You scared me! What are you doing up so late?” Yoh said in a not-quiet voice, resting harusame by the door and making his way to sit beside his friend, while Amidamaru stayed behind to keep watch.

How did he even think lowering his guard, even if it was in the middle of the night, was a good idea? Ren didn’t know but oh boy was he regretting it...

...a lot.

The sudden voice, full of exclamations, that entered in the kitchen not only had Ren jump from his seat back on his feet but also made him crush the glass of water in his hand. He was so damn tense and he knew it; so much that he even raised the largest part of the now broken glass towards the person.

Yoh.

Shit. Oh shit. It was him.

It only took Ren seconds to react back. Seconds that had been enough for Yoh to come and sit by his side. Well not next to him anymore considering the Tao was back on his feet.

“Are you fucking crazy or something!?!” his voice was not so quiet either but when Ren raised his voice, almost immediately slapped his free hand over his mouth though his eyebrows remained in a big frown, glaring with golden eyes at the Asakura “What’s your idea sneaking up on me like that?!” his voice was now lower but still very angry.

Ren grabbed him by his collar but not with enough strength to lift him off the chair. He wanted to punch him so badly for the scare! But then...

Eyes deviated from Yoh’s face the moment he spotted something strange. There was a stain, not too big but not too small either, forming around the collar of Yoh’s yukata. A dark stain. Ren slowly let go, eyes widening. Blood...it was blood...!

His hands trembled again. The images of his nightmare returning full force to his mind, his breath caught in his throat. Ren’s golden eyes then looked at his hands. One of them had several threads of blood running down his palm, dropping slowly to the floor.

No...the blood wasn’t Yoh’s...it was his.

Ren snapped out of his erratic mind, shaking his head, when he finally realized he was the source of the problem and not the Asakura. His hand had several cuts from the broken glass. 

“Shit.” he mumbled, ignoring Yoh’s presence and turning his back on him. The droplets of blood continued to fall, forming a path towards the sink. His other hand turned on the tap and water began running; Ren put the injured hand beneath the water and the blood mixed with the crystalline liquid dying it red.

He was able to see the pieces of glass that were still stabbing his pale skin. Annoyed, Ren pulled one by one out and the bleeding only increased. 

Ren cursed under his breath and he heard Bason vaguely telling him to cease doing it so carelessly. When had his spirit guardian gotten here anyway? No matter. 

Both the glass and the blood were annoying him.