## Sometimes it happens that you have everything that you could actually be satisfied with. But you are not. You can feel very clearly that no matter how beautiful something is, something is still missing to complete satisfaction. Even if something very banal is missing. Something is missing. ##

Yoh Asakura felt the same way.
It was Christmas and almost a year ago that the shaman's fight ended
had gone.

Nothing great had changed. Horohoro and his sister were
Went back north to plant the coltsfoot and like Yoh heard
had, they prospered magnificently. Ren went to school here since it was up
the duration had become too boring in China.
Yoh was very happy about it. Ren had become something of his best friend.
His best human friend. Because there was still Amidamaru.

The two had helped him over the loss of Manta, because the father of the
little boy had decided that his son would now be in America for good
should study so that he would later take over the huge corporationcould belong to the family. Manta came to visit as often as possible, but
nevertheless something had changed. Manta was his first friend after all
been.
Everyone lived his life before him and he, Yoh Asakura, apparently had
Problems with that. Nothing he did, undertook or experienced satisfied him.
None of his friends knew why, so they couldn't help him either
although they would have guaranteed it.

Yoh looked out the window and watched the white snowflakes softly falling from the
Sky fell. It had been snowing for days and the world around him was in
bathed in a blanket of white snow. The brown-haired man sighed slightly and made himself up
to change the CD. Even his favorite music seemed to him lately
to be no longer able to cheer up.

He withdrew from seeing his friends. Yes even in front of Anna, for him
had become a loyal friend over the course of the year.
They both realized that there was no love between them, but they didwould only break the engagement if one of them found a new partner
would have.
Anna had taken care of him touchingly, but even she couldn't get through
his melancholy through. But he was still the same with Amidamaru.

But he feared that this would not last long until too
the brown-haired man closed to him as well. The samurai looked up silently
down his master. He had seen so much with Yoh and should have him
actually know well enough to know what was going on, but he didn't come
thereon.
You didn't have to be very smart to know that Yoh right now
The number 1 topic of conversation with his friends. Everyone was puzzling, pushing the 17th
year olds to finally open up, but they didn't get anything out of the asakura
out.

The night had now fallen over the roofs of Tokyo and the
Silver-haired noticed that his young master was absent-mindedly to sleep
made ready.

"Good night, Master Yoh."said the ghost.

"Night, Amidamaru.", Came the quiet answer before Yoh turned off the light.

The ghost swallowed to clear the lump that was in his throat
stuck. A year ago, the same scene would have been different. Yoh would have
excitedly talked about the Christmas preparations, from the delicious
Raving about cookies and looking forward to the arrival of his family. But
today?

Today Yoh was again the re-coordination of the depression itself. Just ask
imagine this: Yoh! Depressive! A combination that is actually under none
Circumstances could work. It was like trying to break a fire with water
Bring a burn. Yet it seemed to work when you are at Yoh right now
looked at.

The samurai floated silently onto the roof, where Bason was already sitting. The old
Krieger had apparently been waiting for him. Often they both sat together and
talked or just enjoyed the peaceful silence. Sometimes joined them
also Tokagero to them when Ryu was in the area."Is Yoh finally getting better?" He was asked immediately after the samurai
sat down next to Bason. The answer was a shake of the head.
Maybe Christmas would open its young master in four days
bring other thoughts. Fortunately, Yoh's family would appear, too
this seldom saw.
Maybe that was it. Yeah, sure it was. Yoh missed his family.
Amidamaru wasn't aware how far his guess was true.

*

The young shaman who lay quietly in his bed thought similarly
thought about himself and his family. How long has it been since he had his entire
Had seen the whole family? He had his mother before the shaman fight
last seen sometime. His father shortly after the shaman fight,
just like his grandfather, but each one only one at a time. And to be exact
his family had never been fully assembled.
Finally, there was someone who was also part of the family.His brother.

His hao.

Hao. Just Hao.
So much meaning was lost in this name that Yoh rarely used this name
thought and uttered it even less often. Hao was special to him. Something very
special. Once because he had never had a brother for years, but he had
that really was missing.

That was something that Yoh had only recently realized. Earlier than him
was still quite alone, the loneliness had been overwhelming. Then he was after
Tokyo had come and made friends and felt lonely
mostly disappeared. Mostly, but not entirely. Until Hao for the first time
showed up. He still remembered the day he met his brother
looked in the face for the first time ..

His brother had completely taken over his thinking, there was no room for him
Loneliness or doubt left, but challenged him. Over and over again,
always knowing that his brother would handle the situation. It was
Been trust. Trust that he will complete the tasks andWould survive unscathed danger and trust that Hao would always be there for him
would.
It really was like that, back in the shaman fight. Hao had always known
how his brother was doing, just as Yoh could best guess, in
what mood his brother was. It was that, despite the conflict
best time of his life. But unfortunately it was over.
Because of Hao's goals, which were misunderstood by many, he too had
no longer knew what was right and what was wrong. And suddenly he had his
Twin brother faced in the battlefield. It was a strange feeling
been in Hao's soul. To be so close to him in the first place.

It had irritated Yoh terribly, that's why he hit back and that
The next thing he noticed was that Hao was gone. Disappeared! Easy
so! was it his fault? He was almost too guilty by now
melt. He just wanted to know what was wrong with hao. Was he dead?Did he live
But why didn't he answer then? Yoh didn't know and while him one
small tear rolled down his cheek, he turned on his side in which
Hope to be able to forget for a few hours.

"I'm so sorry, Hao," the younger twin whispered and followed up
quite a while.

*

Four days later the time had finally come. It was Christmas morning
started. Yoh jumped on the bed and found that he was reasonably well
felt happy. Why not? He'd finally been his for a long time
Seeing parents again and even celebrating Christmas with them.
Whistling a Christmas carol happily, the young shaman got dressed and left
then into the bathroom to freshen up. Today he wouldn't go to his
Brother think. It was the most beautiful day of all winter time and besides
did he not want to spoil the party for his friends. Even if it's not the
Would correspond to the truth, it could in any case be pretended to beSmile would be real.
A real honest smile hadn’t been on his lips for a long time
came. Just like a liberating laugh. But he wouldn't about that today
think. Not today. He shouldn't do that to his friends, Yoh thought
as he scrubbed his teeth.

After he was done, he used the brush to comb his hair.
He was surprised to see that they had grown again. They were now
quite a bit longer than in the shaman fight, but not for a long time
long like Hao's. As he ran the brush through his hair,
smiled Yoh. No, his hair would never be long like Hao's
become. This length of hair, where the hair almost reached the waist,
could only have his brother. He almost admired Hao for it. Sometimes were
His head of hair was too stubborn for him, how did Hao feel in the evening when
who combed his hair? Because his brother always makes impressive appearanceshad inclined, the long shaggy were surely always more than just after that
disheveled.

He had heard his brother curse once about why he was doing this in the first place
did. At that time he had been traveling alone and despite everything that had happened before
had happened, he had to laugh. They were more alike than it was
at first appeared.

A little later he tossed the brush in a remote corner of the bathroom
and took care of what Anna would say about it. With an expectant
With an expression on his face, Yoh then stepped down the stairs that led to the living room
led.

When he walked into the room, he almost realized that most of his friends were already
was present. Did they all come last night? That was quite possible
after all, he had gone to bed very early yesterday. But they should first
don't come today. Yoh didn't think twice about why at first
his friends had arrived a day earlier than expected. He registered
the little brown-haired figure who got excited about the cookiesnot at his height.
Yoh grinned. Manta wouldn't change a hundred years from now.

"Hey, sleepyhead? Also finally awake?", Came another voice from
further back. The young shaman turned to where he was the owner of the
Voice suspected and indeed: HoroHoro was sitting cross-legged on the floor
and munched on his breakfast. He gestured with his free arm
wild in the air, he needed the other to hold his plate.

"HoroHoro!", Yoh exclaimed happily and stormed up with genuine enthusiasm
his old friend too. Apparently they all came last night. "How
are you doing? Since when