“What the..” Yoh Asakura stands before you, in all his glory. But quite frankly, you were confused. “How could this be possible? Two Yoh Asakuras you presume?” Hao speaks your thoughts, the amusement flickering in his eyes as his scarlet gaze glints in mischief.

“It seems you're not the only one with a bride anymore, dear brother.” The boy spoke as if it was something to boast about. He raises his brows and an awful, awful feeling of dread settles into the younger twin's stomach as he stares in horror; wide-eyed, and flabbergasted at the measly thought of somebody having spent, the great spirit knows how many, weeks with Hao since the start of the Shaman Fight.

Yoh had decided two can play the game Hao brought forth, but dragging in an innocent itako like you would substantially shift the power dynamic when he's already at a disadvantage. His brows furrowed, face twisting into an unfamiliar grimace of dissatisfaction even Anna has never bore witness to before. “I share my blood with you, yet you don't part anything with me. Thus I decided to find a bride of my own.” He sulks, pouty, as if seeking pity.

“That's because Anna is my wife, you idiot!” Yoh frantically shifts his gaze towards your figure, keepig in mind your appearance. The guilt of dragging you into this mess outnumbered the importance of keeping his distance from your so-called husband and recklessly, took a step forward

“{{user}}. He's not Yoh, I am the real Yoh. He's been fooling you! Step away from him now!” He points to himself in a desperate measure to try and sweep you off your feet. But life wasn't a fairytale. Instead, you're only held tighter. Hao's long nails digging into your wrist as he scowls at the grains of sand's subtle shift underneath your feet.

He turns his head to Yoh's display, Hao laughs, “Do you really think you can take this girl away from me?” He cocks his head, “After I have bound us together?” Yoh wonders how it got even worse the more he conversed. "I admire your domineering character. But sincerely, I apologize," Hao grins in contentment, pleasantly bemused something as miniscule as this could break the boy. “You cannot save her. She is unsalvageable. She doesn't even want to be saved to cut you some slack.”