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- 1-Years Ago
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Disclaimer: I do not own Shaman King.

WARNING: Homosexuality, etc.

Pairing: Haomei/Yo Hao/Yoh

A/N: I'm not sure about the name Haomei (and his age) but in the anime, Asakura Yohmei mentioned the name Haomei as Hao'sonce or twice. Or was that my imagination?Ah, what the heck? Please read the warning and the pairing and enjoy the story. Sorry about the Japanese terms I inserted.

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YEARS AGO

Spring was coming. Anyone could smell it in the air and see it in the trees. The sakura trees were beginning to blossom. Yet season did not deter a shaman from his duties and job.

Dai (great) onmyoji Asakura Haomei looked longingly at the sakura trees, wishing to just stand there and wait for their petals to unfurl. But he was expected at an okiya in a nearby hanamichi. Haomei had never visited an okiya before.

An okiya is a house for geishas and Haomei had never sought entertainment from pale red-lipped women as his rich clients often did. Geishas amused their patrons with dancing, singing, and some socialising. Although they were far from prostitutes, their beauty and grace often invoked feelings of lust within their patrons.

Therefore Asakura Haomei chose to avoid geishas when work was not involved. However, this time his client was an okamisan, one who ran an okiya. She was one of the richer okamisan in the area and her okiya was famous for extraordinary dancing beauties. Haomei had heard many tales about her geishas from his clients. All of the stories corrupted the mind.

It was a ten-minute walk to the hanamichi (a geisha neighbourhood). Haomei passed several teahouses, ignoring the waft of his favourite tea and made it to the largest okiya in the area. He slid open the door and stepped inside. And immediately fought the will to blush furiously.

The okiya housed not only geishas but also maikos (geisha-in-training) and tamagos (those who are either too young or inexperienced to yet become a maiko). The building was full of women, prettied up by make-up. Haomei had not seen so many women at once in his life.

The disciples who lived in Asakura property consisted mostly of males and the only woman Haomei had ever felt comfortable around was his deceased mother. He held his head high and walked forward. The okamisan was already there to meet him.

�Konbawa (good evening),� greeted the middle-aged lady. �Hajimemashite (hello/first time meeting you), you must be Asakura Haomei-dono. My name is Maeda Sayako.� Haomei bowed his head slightly in respect of the older woman.

Maede beckoned for him to follow her. Haomei obliged. As he passed many a geisha, he noticed that most of them were staring at him, as though he were a precious comb sold on the market. Haomei returned his gaze forward, hoping that his solemn disposition would discourage the women of any intentions.

The okamisan had led him to the rear compound of the building. He saw several large rooms which served as bathing places for the occupants. And not far off, there was a rather large onsen surrounded by thin plank walls. People here are rather privileged.

Maede pointed at a tiny store room separated from the rest of the building. �That is the place where we used to keep our musical instruments. We stopped using it because we heard noises in it and thought there were mice in there. My husband went in to check once but he said he heard howling and ran out immediately. Could you please clarify this for us, Asakura-dono?�

Haomei remained silent. True, he felt a spirit haunting the small store. It seemed more than anything like a fixated soul. �Pardon me if Iseem too forward, but has anyone died in this area before?�

The occupants of the building had started coming out into the compound to watch him work. The okamisan thought for a while then nodded. �Not a person though. It is a dog one of the tamago kept without telling me. Our cook mistook it for a rabid stray and killed it with a knife.�

So it was a dog spirit. That explained the howling. Dai onmyoji Asakura Haomei wanted to slap his forehead. They had summoned him, the best onmyoji and shaman in the prefecture, to come dispel the spirit of a vengeful dog. His family would laugh at him.

Nonetheless, he fulfilled his duties, taking a while to properly calm the animal spirit and coax it to leave the store and leave the material world. He didn�t even have to take out his shikigami. How easy.

But the women there gasped as though he had done something entirely extraordinary. They crowded him, showering him with praises and offering their services free for him. Haomei felt slightly frustrated and yet trapped.

Suddenly, a voice cut through all the women�s chatter, �Please leave him alone. Asakura-dono just did us a favour. We shouldn�t pester him.�

Haomei turned in the direction where the voice came from. He saw someone walking towards him. This person wore a brightly-coloured yukata instead of the kimono traditionally worn by geishas and maikos. The newcomer had less make up, the face was not so pale and only the lower lip had been reddened slightly. This person walked with a certain grace, different that the others and dark hair was tied in an informal ponytail.

�Yo,� said Maede. �I thought you were still ill.�

The newcomer named Yo bowed. �I�m feeling better already. Thank you for your concern, okamisan.� Yo straightened up and smiled warmly at Haomei. �Thank you for helping us.�

It was nothing, Haomei wanted to say. It was simply my duty, Haomei could�ve said. But for some reason, all words died in his throat. He could not speak, could not move, could not even breathe. All he could do was stand stock still in awe of the person that stood before him.

Although all the women before him were exceptionally beautiful in their own special way, Yo was�breathtaking. Not too much make-up, just enough to complement Yo�s natural beauty. Haomei swallowed. Great Spirits, what is this feeling?

Maede smiled knowingly when she saw the dazed look on Haomei�s face. She clapped her hands lightly to grab Haomei�s attention. �Asakura-dono, I thank you very much for ridding that spirit for us. Would you follow me to the front so that I can pay you?�

The onmyoji nodded slowly, not wanting to take his eyes of Yo. Everything about Yo was so captivating, including the way Yo�s cheeks were slowly showing a shy blush because Haomei�s eyes wouldn�t stop staring.

Reluctantly, Haomei followed Maede to the front counter. Haomei battled with himself whether to request Yo�s services or not. He saw Maede rummage around the front counter. �What�s this?� he heard Maede say. �I seem to have misplaced my money pouch. Oh dear, what am I to do?�

Maede looked at Haomei helplessly. �Please forgive me, Asakura-dono. I can�t find my money to pay you.�

�It�s alright,� replied Haomei. �Your request had been a very simple task. I ask no pay for it.�

�No, no, no,� said Maede. �That goes against my principles.� Her lips curled into a polite smirk (can smirks even be polite?) �How about I offer one of my geishas� services as payment? Hmm, I think Yo is free tonight. What do you say, Asakura-dono?�

Haomei blushed before he could stop himself. She knew! The okamisan knew! He felt a bit ashamed, relieved and also overjoyed that he would be able to have Yo. But it was wrong. He bowed his head. �I cannot accept that, Maede-dono. I have heard of your wonderful geishas and their services cost much more than a simple dispelling of a spirit.�

Maede shook her head. �That is alright. Yo isn�t a geisha yet. He is still a maiko who doesn�t provide services so you have a very special privilege, Asakura-dono.�

Something didn�t sound right. �He?� repeated Haomei. �Yo-dono is a man?� Impossible! No man could possess such beauty! (He should speak for himself.)

�A boy still, Asakura-dono,� replied Maede. �He is only 18. But I have trained him myself for years and his skills in entertaining are quite brilliant.�

�I-I am not questioning the quality of your pupils, Maede-dono,� stuttered Haomei.

Maede smiled kindly. This onmy�ji was young still. He didn�t look older than 23 and already the best onmyoji around. He would be good for Yo, decided Maede. And if Yo�s lucky, this kind man would be the one who helps him through his mizu-age.

�Please accept this offer, Asakura-dono,� said Maede. �I am sure Yo would love to serve a kind man like you.�

Haomei swallowed, wanting and yet not wanting to decline. Suddenly, he felt hands on his arms and sides. The geishas and maikos had returned, all of them with a secretive smile. They guided him to the rear compound.

�Come, Asakura-dono,� said one of the geishas. �Yo waits for you.�

�Poor Yo,� said a maiko who held Haomei�s left arm. �He is ready to become a geisha but doesn�t dare to go through with his mizu-age.�

�Mizu-age?� echoed Haomei. �What is a mizu-age?� (pronounced mi-zu-�-g�, I think)

The ladies merely giggled and left when they reached the rear compound. Yo was still standing there, looking flushed. He was looking at his feet shyly. Night was falling. Haomei fidgeted slightly. �Er, we haven�t been introduced properly,� he started. �I am Asakura Haomei, an onmyoji.�

�Masumuto Yo,� said Yo softly. �A maiko.�

Yo�s soft voice sent shivers up Haomei�s spine. Haomei�s cursed inwardly. He was completely taken with this boy. There was no escaping. He had to be with Yo tonight or regret for the rest of his life.

�What would you like to do, Asakura-dono?� asked Yo. �I�m completely yours tonight.�

Haomei felt blood rushing to the nether regions as Yo said that. �A-a moment ago Maede-dono had hinted that you were feeling under the weather. How about we just rest in a room?�

An expression crossed Yo�s feature. What was that? Disappointment? Haomei shook his head mentally. That couldn�t be. Yo nodded and led Haomei to a nearby empty room and lit an oil lamp. Yo poured some tea for Haomei as the onmyoji sat down on the tatami mat.

Yo sat on his knees in front of Haomei. �Would you like me dance or play music for you?� asked Yo. His cheeks were flushed and he looked slightly breathless.

Suddenly Haomei felt a short surge of anger go through him. Yo was obviously feeling unwell and yet he was supposed to be entertaining Haomei. How could the others be so insensitive? Yo should be resting not offering his services.

�I want to know,� said Haomei, �just how sick you are.� He leant over, ignoring the small �eep� issuing from Yo�s mouth, and put his palm on Yo�s forehead, testing for a temperature. To his surprise, Yo�s skin did not feel overheated. Though Yo�s cheeks felt particularly warm.

�I-I have c-completely recovered, Asakura-dono,� said Yo nervously.

Haomei looked at Yo, looked into his eyes. They were deep brown and so easy to drown in. Haomei felt compelled to lean further and further more until he stole a small kiss from Yo�s lips. Realizing his actions, Haomei backed away quickly with a hot blush. �I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to�� He dared to look at Yo.

Instead of the outraged look Haomei expected to find on Yo, Yo looked very�sad. �I know I am not as beautiful as my fellow sisters. And I and fully aware that I may be less desirable because of my gender. But am I that unattractive that you would not even touch me?�

Haomei felt confused. �What are you talking about?� His concern for Yo at the moment outweighed everything else. He sat close to Yo and scooped the maiko into his arms, embracing him from behind. �You are more beautiful than your sisters, that was what I thought when I first saw you. And infinitely more desirable. But it should be wrong of me to touch you. I do not have the right*.�

(*Geishas are not prostitutes. They are entertainers. Touching a geisha is like molesting a clown or a jester. Patrons have to buy the right from the okamisan to bed a geisha.)

Yo widened his eyes in surprise. �But my sisters told me that you would be helping me through my mizu-age. Does that not imply that you should touch me?�

�They have mentioned that word,� said Haomei, �and yet they told me nothing of it, this mizu-age. What is it?�

�I�m so sorry,� apologized Yo. �My sisters have been fooling around with me. They told me that you wanted to help me through my mizu-age. That�s why I thought��

Haomei made Yo look at him. �Tell me, what is this mizu-age you keep talking about?�

Yo�s face went redder and looked away as he explained. �When a maiko is old enough, he or she can be a geisha. But she would have to pass through a ceremony called mizu-age. The maiko would have to lose her virginity to the highest bidder in this ceremony before she can become a geisha. I am not old enough but Maede-sama says that I am trained enough to be a geisha. But since I�m a boy��

�You think that no one would bid for you?� asked Haomei. �Masumoto-dono, with your beauty even the king would bid for you. But is that what you really want of me? You barely even know me. How can you entrust me with something so precious?�

�Asakura-dono is a shaman, right?� asked Yo. Haomei nodded in response. Yo smiled. �Before my mother died, she was a shaman too. She said that no one who is evil can see spirits. Asakura-dono is a shaman; therefore he must be able to see spirits. And Asakura-dono is a dai onmyoji. He must be a very good man. And��

�And?� pressed Haomei.

The maiko blushed. �Asakura-dono is very handsome as well.�

Yo�s demureness pushed Haomei to smile, his heart full of affection. �Then please don�t mind me,� he whispered against the shell of Yo�s ear. Haomei felt him shiver as he undid the sash around the bright yukata. The onmyoji pushed away the cloth so that the yukata fell gracefully from Yo�s shoulders. His skin was naturally pale. White like a sakura blossom.

Yo�s breath got caught in his throat when he felt Haomei�s hand travel down his chest.

�When I first saw you, I did not believe that you were a boy,� Haomei muttered. �Can you give me proof?� His lowered his wandering hand, past the trim of pubic hair and down to where Yo had never dared to touch before. Yo gasped loudly at the new sensation.

�Have you not touched yourself before?� asked Haomei. Yo shook his head wordlessly. �You are so pure. But tonight for your dream, I shall taint you.� Haomei squeezed the package in his hand, slowly stroking it to a complete erection.

Yo struggled against Haomei as though he wanted to get away, from these foreign touches. But the struggles soon changed as Yo tried to get out of Haomei�s embrace to thrust his sex harder into the older man�s hand.

Haomei lifted his hand slightly. Yo bucked his hips off the floor to reach Haomei�s hand. �Be patient, young one,� said Haomei, wanting to chuckle. Yo quivered, hearing the onmyoji�s sensual voice. Haomei replaced his hand on Yo�s manhood and moved his free hand to entice the maiko�s nipples.

Yo threw his head back onto the Haomei�s shoulder. Haomei rolled the bud of Yo�s nipple between his fingers, pumping Yo�s cock at the same time. Yo began moaning lightly.

�It seems that you are not quite vocal,� commented Haomei. He licked his lips. Watching this exotic creature writhe under his ministrations was almost too much for him. He wanted to strip bare and ride this beautiful boy. But his morals stopped him from doing so, telling him it�s enough to tire the boy out and make him believe that his virginity was really gone the next morning.

Yo�s moans grew louder and louder. Haomei wondered why was the boy so aroused when he wasn�t really doing much. Was it because Yo was a virgin? No, it wasn�t.

The maiko had inserted two fingers into his anus and was rubbing himself from the inside! Haomei�s eyes grew wide at the sight of Yo pleasuring himself. Yo pushed his fingers deeper, touching a sensitive spot within. He arched his back with a loud wail, threatening to push himself over the edge.

Instinct told Yo to push back against Haomei, only to feel cloth against his back. He looked over his shoulder to look lustfully at Haomei. �Haomei-sama,� he said, using the onmyoji�s given name and abandoning the suffix �dono� for a more preferable �sama�. (�dono� is for addressing the person politely. �sama� is more like addressing one�s master) �Your clothes should not still be on you, Haomei-sama.�

Haomei shivered when he saw Yo�s lust-darkened eyes. They were seducing him to abandon his morals. Yo removed Haomei�s hands from his body reluctantly and gently took off the tall eboshi hat on Haomei�s head.

�You are the great onmyoji Asakura Haomei,� said Yo, slowly undoing Haomei�s sash. �I am but an unknown male maiko who knows nothing of the world yet. I want the great onmyoji to teach me. I want him to make me succumb to him.�

He�s seducing me�and he�s succeeding! Yo palmed Haomei�s erection before stripping the onmyoji of all his clothing. Haomei felt bare and yet unobstructed. Yo took his hand and pulled him closer to the floor. Yo was lying down now with Haomei leaning over him.

Haomei gave Yo an intense look. �If you unleash me now, I will abuse you,� warned Haomei softly.

�Then abuse me, Haomei-sama. I am yours after all.�

For the night. Haomei reached behind Yo�s head and pulled the string, letting loose the long dark hair from it�s confining ponytail. Only for tonight. I will have you. Yo�s hair fanned out on the tatami mat beautifully.

Haomei�s stroked Yo�s cheek with the back of his fingers before swooping down to kiss the maiko. Their tongues battled with one another, Haomei ended up dominating. But he froze when he felt a hand grab his erection, leading it to Yo�s entrance.

Yo smiled up at him cheekily, all trace of shyness gone. Haomei smiled at him.

Beautiful creature.

Haomei took a deep breath and plunged into the hot cavern that was Yo�s body. Yo cried out in pleasure and pain, his hands scrabbling for something to grip. Haomei entwined his fingers with Yo�s, locking his hands with Yo�s.

I want you with me forever.

�Haomei-sama,� pleaded Yo. �Please do something. I will die if you do not move.�

The onmyoji muttered a soft apology. He slowly pulled himself away from Yo before slamming back in, hitting Yo�s pleasure spot with immeasurable force. Yo screamed. �Haomei-sama!�

Haomei thrust in and out of Yo�s body, his ears drinking up all of Yo�s wanton cries. And when Yo�s orgasm threatened to spill, Haomei stopped, causing Yo to cry out in despair.

But I only have you for one night. I will make it last.

Yo wanted to reach down and grab his erection but his hands were still locked with Haomei�s. He did not try to unlock them. He felt safe. He felt secure. With Haomei�s hands holding him, leading him, guiding him�he will never be lost again. Haomei-sama�

Haomei lowered his head and pressed his tongue flat against Yo�s nipple. Yo sucked in his breath. Haomei-sama had already penetrated him. Why was he bothering still with foreplay? Haomei lifted his head so that the ends of his long hair tickled Yo�s erect nipples.

Yo wanted to cry at the pleasure that was there and yet not there. Haomei bent down to nip Yo�s collarbone. He bit into the flesh and sucked. Yo cried out, his hips bucking in protest. �Please move, Haomei-sama!�

The sucking stopped and Haomei looked at the mark he left. It was red and distinctive and would stay there for quite some time.

I want you to have the memory of tonight.

For some time, Haomei did nothing to Yo despite the incessant begging from the one underneath him. Yo was starting to think that Haomei-sama was cruel and wanted to bring his hands away from Haomei.

That was when Haomei struck again. He pulled back and pounded into Yo, rocking endlessly, triggering indescribable pleasure from hammering Yo�s pleasure spot without cease. Yo howled loudly, finally unable to contain all this pleasure within himself.

He tightened his grip around Haomei�s fingers and squeezed Haomei�s erection with his internal muscles. Yo exploded, his orgasm coming swiftly and sweeping him of his senses. �HAO-SAMA!�

Hello, exotic one�

�Yo!� gasped Haomei, releasing himself within Yo. He wasn�t as loud as Yo, having received less stimuli. But he felt content and complete as he saw the beautiful boy under him flush with the pleasure of release.

�Do you still,� began Haomei, �want to let go of my hands?�

Yo breathed in and out deeply. He had never experienced anything like this. This man, this handsome man�Yo clutched Haomei�s hands even harder than before, shaking his head defiantly. His youth shone beautifully in his eyes.

You are mine in memory.

Haomei pulled out of Yo and placed a gentle kiss on the younger boy�s lips. He unlocked his and Yo�s hands with difficulty and wiped the sweat on Yo�s forehead with Yo�s yukata sash. Then, the older man pulled the maiko onto his lap and buried his face in Yo�s hair.

Yo snuggled against Haomei�s bare chest.

�You called me Hao-sama just now,� said Haomei with a smirk. �Since when did you shorten my name?�

Yo blushed slightly. �Haomei-sama took a bit of time to say.�

Haomei chuckled. �There is no need to blush in front of me anymore. And I think just Hao sounds nice as well.� He smiled against Yo�s pale shoulder. �Now you are able to achieve your dream, Yo. You can become a geisha.�

�I don�t want to.�

Haomei looked at Yo with surprise. �What do you mean you don�t want to?�

Yo grabbed Haomei�s hand with both of his. �I want to be with you Hao-sama. I want to be by your side. I don�t want to stay here. Please take me with you.�

Haomei wanted to cry with joy. This beautiful boy wanted to go with him. �But your dream�� said Haomei.

�I�m changing my dream,� said Yo defiantly with childlike confidence. �My dream now is to be with you and to serve you.� Then with a softer tone, he said, �I love you, Hao-sama. I can�t explain it.� Yo turned his body so that he could embrace Haomei. �I really, really love you.�

�Yo�� He returned the embrace. And for a few moments, both of them remained in blissful silence. Then Haomei pulled away. �I can�t simply take you away from Maede-dono.�

�You can buy me,� said Yo.

�Buy you?�

Yo nodded. �Some of my sisters had been bought by their customers and they went to live with them. Would you buy me, Hao-sama?� Haomei replied with another sweeping embrace.

You are mine forever.

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Spring was here. Anyone could smell it in the air and see it in the trees. The sakura trees were already blossoming.

�Look at them, Yo,� said Haomei, with an arm around Yo�s shoulders. �Aren�t they beautiful?�

With an excited nod, Yo skipped away from Haomei to dance under the rows and rows of sakura trees. His movements were refined from years of practice with his maiko sisters. But Yo was no longer a maiko. He was a servant in the Asakura household. Obedient only to Haomei.

He did not introduce himself as Masumoto anymore. He had dropped it. Since he had never really known his parents or family, he felt no remorse for dropping his family name. Instead, he thought of it like marriage.

He had married into the Asakura family through Haomei. He was Asakura Yo.

As Asakura Yo continued dancing under the sakura trees, the blossoms started to fall and scatter around Yo. The young boy gasped in surprise. �Hao-sama! Why are the sakura falling? Don�t they fall after blossoming for one week?�

Asakura Haomei chuckled. He walked to his lover and caught him in an embrace. �They weep at your beauty,� said Haomei. �But they cannot have you. You are mine. Forever.� Haomei sealed that promised with a chaste kiss.

Yo grinned cheekily and more freely than he ever had in the okiya. �I don�t mind,� he said. �I also want to be with Hao-sama. Forever.�

I love you, Yo.

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