The morning was broken with the familiar cry of Yoh’s sobbing.  His other twin, Hao, watched in amusement as his younger brother begged in vain for another break.  Anna, their slave driver aka manager, glared back at the guitarist, calmly informing Yoh that if he doesn’t shut up, he will stay in the studio until three in the morning or until he got his section right.  Hao smirked to himself.  He wouldn’t mind that.  If Yoh stayed late, maybe he’ll finally find Yoh’s secret stash of … well, whatever Yoh’s secret stash is.  Everyone has a secret stash, and Hao wanted to find a new blackmail material.

“Please Anna…I need a bre~~~ak!  My fingers are falling off!”  Yoh’s sobbing continued.  “Can’t we just call it a day!  It’s one thirty and I’m hungry!”  Tears rolled down the brunette’s face but Anna remained unmoved.

There was a loud slap when Anna’s fist connected with Yoh’s jaw.  Hao couldn’t help but let out a tiniest wince as his twin landed headfirst into the padded sound walls.  “YOU’RE the one keeping US here!  If you had practiced you wouldn’t have made all those mistakes!  From the top again!  And no food until you get it right.”

Yoh’s body twitched from the far wall.  Life’s not fair.  You can never win in this game when Anna’s around.  He sighed, and finally stumbled into an upright position, noticing his older twin lounging on the couch smirking at him.  He really didn’t want stay longer than his brother.  He doubted his room could survive another one of Hao’s enthusiastic ‘spring cleaning.’

~~~OVERSOUL~~~

Ren loved his sister.  Truly he did…most of the time.  Just….not right now.  The small Chinese man grumbled to himself, juggling to keep his lunch, and Jun’s lunch, under one arm and two large bottles of iced tea in the other.  He grumbled to himself, sighing what seemed like the hundredth time that day and made his way slowly.  Avoiding spillage and people is hard during the end hours of lunch where everyone was rushing to get food at the last minute.  That was why Ren liked nighttime the best.  Ren sped up a little as he saw his destination - a large, ominous building that loomed over him like a tidal wave waiting to crash down. 

Jun had called him earlier the day demanding Ren to help her with her latest, as always, last minute project.  After giving an unreasonable excuse, something about her assistant attending some distant cousin’s friend’s wedding, Jun somehow managed to convince her little brother to go along with her idea.  Ren disliked lectures and if going with Jun would make her shut up, then he’d go with her. 

So there he was, getting slightly soaked in the early spring drizzle, being a runner boy for his sister.  Ren walked a little faster, seeing the entrance to the studio in sight.  After this is over, he’d go home and take a long, hot bath.  Luckily he didn’t have work tonight.  Thank Gods for that.

Lowering his head, Ren quickened his pace, hoping to make it into the building before the drizzle turned into a downpour, which was understandable why he failed to notice another person heading his way in a dead run.  All Ren felt was his air knocked off, his butt hitting solidly on the wet concrete, and…Ren reached out with both hands, somehow managing to save the take out from doing a dive bomb onto the ground.  The bottled ice tea wasn’t so lucky.  It rolled, collecting dust and bacteria, before lodging itself into a nearby bush.

“Watch where you’re going, you baka!”  Ren hissed.  Yellow eyes glared at the person who knocked him over, taking in the other person’s bedraggled, soaked form, not feeling the slightest empathy.

The other person stuttered, sneezed, and muttered his apology, cursed and glared back.  “…sorry.  But you’re not exactly looking forward either.”  The blue-haired man retorted, picking himself up, offering Ren a helping but dirty hand despite of his previous remark.  Ignoring the hand, Ren glared at the blue-haired man, baiting him to argue back but finding no response.  Ren mentally dubbed the man clumsy as well as coward, and proceeded to ignore him and picked up the bottle of iced tea, before heading back to the much drier studio.

The building was oddly empty, probably because it was still lunch hour.  Jun had just finished setting up her equipment for an indoor photo shoot when Ren arrived with two bags of Chinese take-out.

“Ren!”  Jun smiled at her little brother cheerfully as she noted his disgruntled, damp figure.  She tossed him several towels and proceeded to dry her little brother, ignoring the protests coming from within the large fluffy towel.  She couldn’t help but give Ren a few extra rubs on his precious hair, her brother was too cute sometimes, growling away like a kitten with his favorite mouse toy.  Grinning slightly to herself, she reached over at the table, grabbed her camera, and quietly snapped a few pictures of her brother’s tussled head without him noticing. 

Perfect. 

Once they’re developed she’ll put this into the ‘adorably pissed’ album.  That album is considerably thicker than her ‘cute smile’ and the ‘sleeping kitty’ album.

A minute later, a drier, disheveled, hissing Ren emerged clawing the towels away from this sister.  “I’m fine dammit!  I’m not a kid anymore!”  Yellow eyes flashing angrily, Ren stomped his way to where he had placed their lunch before Jun’s attack of the towels.  He had ordered Jun’s favorite side dish of vegetable springrolls.  It was only fair to retaliate by eating Jun’s springrolls in her face and leaving her with only one out of the five he had bought.

~~~OVERSOUL~~~

It was pure luck that his stupid, stupid twin managed to get out of Anna’s wrath.  If Yoh hadn’t looked so much like him, Hao would have been sure that his brainless twin was adopted.  As it was, maybe it Yoh fried too many brain cells listening to Bob Love all the time.  That, or maybe he was dropped down a well when he was a baby. 

Yoh never managed to finish a single song the entire way through without Anna interrupting.  Luckily, their lead singer barged in, late as usual, though later than usual.  It was two thirty in the afternoon.

Horokeu, their band’s singer and guitarist looked like he had just lost a battle with a wild boar in the rain.  His duo-colored, black and light blue hair mingling, hung wet and dripping onto the polished wooden floor.  His usual getup of baggy shorts and over-sized shirt clung onto Horo like second-skin, his dark sunglasses sliding off his nose as he squeaked his way into the practicing room with Anna visibly fuming behind him.  There was a wet squelch as Horo sat on the leather sofa, arms thrown out, mouth quirked into an angry pout, a sign that the singer was currently upset and ready to vent his temper for at least an hour before he’s calmed enough start working. 

Heeding the signals, Hao was up and out of the door before Anna opened her mouth, ignoring his twin’s attempts to placate Anna and Horokeu.  It is very doubtful Yoh can succeed even if his twin had the patience of a saint.  Checking his watch, Hao concluded he had about two hours before the war zone turns into no-man’s land.

Where to go…

~~~OVERSOUL~~~

Two hours later, Hao peeked into the studio.  It was five already, usually the time when Anna stopped them from practicing, and letting them go for the day.  Or rather, she let Hao go but forces Yoh and Horohoro to stay for longer.  Sometimes, Hao really wonders if he really was a member of their band.  What he meant was he was constantly left out.  It was always Yoh or Horohoro Anna berates.  The media hounds after Horohoro like a rabid dog after an injured rabbit, mainly because he is the band’s main singer and attracts unwanted trouble like a magnet.  Yoh, although pacifist by nature, tends to tag along for the ride with Horohoro, making their manager Anna, sweat, curse, and beat both into bloody pulp whenever something went wrong.  This meant that all trouble originated from the other three.

This leaves Hao.  As his names proclaims, the ‘good’ one.

Heh.

That’s what the media and their adoring, screaming fans believe. 

How wrong can they be…

Hao opened the door a crack, half expecting to be hit from one of Anna’s many flying fists.

Feeling slightly disappointed when silence greeted him instead. 

The long-haired man cracked the door open a little more.

Silence.

Hao looked around, calm eyes betraying his anger.  Not even a bloody note.

The practice room was empty, save for the drum set and a dented metal trashcan at the corner.  No doubt Horohoro had kicked it in his anger.  Boy really needs to control his temper more.

Hao reassured himself that he hadn’t expected a note afterall.  It wasn’t like they hadn’t done this before.  It didn’t really bother him.

Not that much anyway.

~~~OVERSOUL~~~

Their apartment was empty.  Hao really wasn’t expecting his twin to turn up anytime before midnight.  Anna usually keeps the guitar player by her side even after practice.  Yoh, understandably does not seem to really care, or maybe he was too lazy to care, as long as there’s food and sleep, the easy-going man will go along with anything.

Sometimes, Hao really envied his twin’s carefree attitude, at other times it irritated him to the point of murder.

Hao kicked his room door closed and flipped on the light.  Dropping his jacket on bed, he dug into the closet looking for an appropriate outfit.  It wouldn’t be hard to alter his appearances when in public.  In fact, most of his fans believe he really did dress in uncomfortable preppy suits all the time.

A few moments later, Hao slipped outside to his beloved motorcycle.  His hair pulled back into a low ponytail, dark strands swaying and covering his leather-clad buttocks.  A white, silk shirt unbuttoned donned under a long black trench coast with dozens of buckles and useless zippers.  Heavy combat boots and light leather gloves completed his outfit.  Hao took more time choosing his earrings, a large silver hoop in one ear, a star in the other.  The combination looked a little punk but Hao had decided to go for the more conservative style tonight, that is, the style that didn’t show too much skin.  It was autumn, and the nights were downright chilly at times.  Even though that didn’t stop Horohoro from wearing those knee-length shorts in winter, then complaining about getting the flu.  Tch.  What an idiots.

SOF was abuzz tonight.  Being one of the most popular bars in Toyko due to it being hangout for the rich and famous, not to mention the exorbitant prices and high security. 

That was its front to the public and the media.  What they did not know was that there is a backdoor that led to the basement where most black market activity took places.  It was considered to be neutral ground amongst the shadier citizens, thus protected by illegal organizations, as well as legal authorities – bribes and blackmails can do wonders for business.

Hao smirked to himself as he took off his helmet, shaking his long hair to detangle them from the wind.  The nightlife in the city had barely begun.  The evening patrons were just leaving, moving from the bar to the dancefloor, glasses forgotten at their table, waiting to be cleared by the many waiters and waitresses.  The neon lights in the downtown district were beginning to glow brightly against the darkening sky.  Laughing, scantily clad women looped arms with their lovers, as they walked down the streets, stopping now and then to kiss.  Businessmen had shed their customized suits, donning tight pants and mesh shirts in hopes of attracting their match.  They hung in groups conversing loudly then quietly when an attractive person walked by.

All this did not escape Hao’s eyes, although his mind was on a different matter.  Being the secretive owner of SOF, made him notice things beyond the superficial façade.  It was a skill he was proud to have but reluctant to show. 

One can notice more things if one remain silent and unseen.

Hao did not miss the drug dealer standing at the corner of the street, lighting up a smoke with a soft click, waiting for his customers to arrive.  On the other side of the street, a few minor Yakuza members hung around, goofing off as they waited discretely for their boss to arrive.  In the alley next to the brightly lit Italian restaurant, a prostitute was murmuring into the ear of her client, who was nodding quickly, eyes already glazed with lust as she brushed her breasts against his arm.

Just another typical day.

Hao entered his bar through the back door.  Hopefully, there won’t be bloodshed today.  Even though the basement is soundproof, with dark lighting, blood stains are very hard to get out of the carpet.

A few hours later, the brunette exited SOF with a sigh.  It had been a typical evening, luckily without bloodshed.  It was a pain to avoid the hormonally driven women, the angry but envious glares of men.  His manager had been giving him a hard time, still not used to his waitresses fawning over him.  Of course, Hao had handpicked his workers.  Each was beautiful in their own way, making certain that no matter what taste his customers had, his bar had at least one eye-candy to their patrons.  There had been several celebrities dropping by, most, luckily remained unnoticed due to the dark lighting and clever disguises.  The basement dealings were going on rather well.  There were a few minor arguments, since most respected SOF’s rule to leave all guns outside his bar, only small knives allowed.

The night sky glowed an eerie rusted red, stars hidden by the bright lights of the city.  The streets looked as cheerful as the sky, being as it is early morning, the night workers were out in full force hiding in dark alleys and shadows.  Underground people emerged from their select hiding places, sometimes converging just outside SOF talking loudly as though they weren’t from different clans.  Sweeping his eyes over at the queue still waiting to get into the bar, Hao decided he was done for the night.

The queue did not seem to mind the long wait.  The women were already flirting or conversing with nearby strangers.  The occasional catcall and whistle followed by the usual giggling was not uncommon.  Moving down the line, Hao strode quickly to get his motorcycle parked a block away. 

That was when he came upon him.

~~~OVERSOUL~~~

Ren grumbled his string of misfortunes of the late.  After spending his entire day at Jun’s studio, listening the grumbling and complaining of her models, he had had enough.  Especially when one of the pronounced him adorable and cute.  Blind bitches. Ren was not adorable.  He was most certainly not cute.  And he was most certainly not sixteen!

Sure he still hasn’t touched a razor yet, but that’s not an excuse!  He’s old enough to get drunk!  And they had the nerve to mess his perfect hair and laugh.

When he had finally escaped from his version of hell, Ren had gone home to work on his score, only to find he had left it at work.  Ren worked mainly as a song composer and also as a performer in a high-class Italian restaurant downtown.  Being a composer didn’t pay much if he couldn’t produce any hits, so Ren had to take a second job to support himself. 

The dark-haired male quickly hightailed out of his apartment, the last time he had left his manuscript, the staff had dumped it out with their left-overs, thinking it was trash.  He had been pissed last time, but at least that notebook was only a quarter full.  However, this time the notebook was more than half full.  Plus, he had just got a job with a gaming company as assistant composer.  He had his work in there.  He was not going to let a year’s worth of work going down the trash chute without going down with it.

Ren quickened his walk, pulling his coat closer for warmth.  He had never been out downtown this late.  The atmosphere was completely different than the afternoon and evenings when he did work - dark, brooding and changing.  He was almost certain he saw a man with a gun standing by a busy bar.  Shaking his head and hurrying onward to his destination, he charged into the restaurant, to the amusement of the manager who was so used to seeing a stoic Ren.  The dark-haired male ran through the restaurant to the backroom’s shared staff desk by the restaurant’s computer.  Sighing with relief, Ren spotted his notebook sitting innocently on top of yesterday’s newspaper. 

“Don’t worry, we didn’t burn it this time.”  The manager poked his head through the door, chortling slightly at the flustered Chinese male.  “But I think Alisa-chan’s had torn off a few pages for something…I’m not sure for what.” 

Ren snorted.  “Giving out her phone number to strangers no doubt.”

“Maybe she’s giving out yours.”  Ryu chucked at Ren’s red face at the comment.  “You do know there’s a lot of people asking about our young, adorable, prodigy.”

A flying newspaper hit Ryu on the face, successfully making his hair bend 90 degrees upward.  “Shut up before I cut off that ridiculous hair of yours!”  Ren slammed the door behind him, ignoring the horrified shrieking of Ryu when he spotted his hair reflected in the window.  “And I’m not adorable damn it!”  Hissing curses under his breath, Ren stalked out of the restaurant.

Ren promised himself never to be out this late on this particular street as long as he lived.  He had been mistaken as a woman, twice, if the catcalling he heard was correct.  One golden glare effectively cut off the whistle from perverts.  Shoving his hands into his pocket, the small dark-haired male hurried along, past the flashing neon lights and drug dealers, past the rowdy bar…

“Hey there babe.  Aren’t you a bit too young to be by yourself.”  Ren felt an arm snake across his waist, holding him firmly in place.  He could smell expensive cologne and cigar smoke under his breath.  Had the man no shame?  “Want some company for the night?  I guarantee it’d be worth your time.”

Ren snarled, golden eyes flashing dangerously.  Anyone with enough sense could feel Ren’s murderous aura burning through his eyes.  Unfortunately the assailant was facing Ren’s back could only feel the slight stiffening of shoulders.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a guy.”  Ren gritted out, anger evident for the third time in the night being mistaken as a girl.  Were they blind?  Can’t they see he has a flat chest?!  He hadn’t that this much trouble since the time Jun dressed him up as a cat that one horrible Halloween.

The older male smirked.  “I know.  Why do you think I-“

It wasn’t the first time Ren was hit on by someone of the same sex.  Not waiting to stick around this street any longer, Ren stomped hard on the older male’s foot.  Somehow still holding his elegant poise, his long coast swirled around his waist as he turned, stomped the other foot, and walked quickly away from the now shrieking, pained male.  Growling under his breath and ignoring the curses coming from behind him, Ren glared at a long-haired brunette smiling cheekily at him in an alleyway by the bar.

“What are you looking at?”

The brunette held his hands up in a surrendering manner.  “Just admiring the way you dealt with that pervert.  Wish I could do that earlier.”

“It’s not too late if you want to get him.  That’s one ugly idiot waiting for a permanent face lift.”

The two smirked, finding companionship in violence.

“Name’s Hao.”  Hao held out his hand, smiling at the golden-eyed youth standing a few inches shorter than him.  The young male had long, violet hair pinned up with a black clip, loose strands trailed down, almost obscuring the heart-shaped face with his dark bangs.  Although the awful lighting in the streets made everything look dark, it failed to hide the bright, intelligent twin orbs of sunlight, that dominated most of the stranger’s face.

Hao was nearly mesmerized when pouty lips opened, giving a hint of white teeth and a quick, pink tongue.  “Name’s Ren.”

Shaking himself out of his daze, Hao was astonished he was in one in the first place.  Not many held his attention before, especially strangers.  “Want to go for a drink?  You look like you need one.”

Ren blinked at the forwardness of the invitation.  Turning the idea through his head, he agreed hesitantly.  Perhaps a drink could help him forget his awful day.

~~~OVERSOUL~~~

“Where were you yesterday night?”  Yoh asked, then moaning to his twin as he sipped his tea.  “I was stuck with Anna the entire night.”  The blond slavedriver spent the entire night making Yoh practice his vocal cords.  She was convinced that with the right training, Yoh could be the next biggest idol.  Plus, it would give their band a little more diversity if Yoh could sing in a solo or duet.  As the result of Anna’s rigorous training, Yoh had came home past midnight, only to find his brother, whom he considered extremely lucky Anna did not force her demonic training on, was not at home.  Yoh worried about it for approximately ten minutes before he crawled and passed out in exhaustion on his futon.

When he woke up, his brother was making breakfast, which was a cause for suspicion.  Hao only did that when he’s in a good mood, which was often after he trashed Yoh’s room or obtained some form of blackmail.  Maybe this time had to do with Horohoro.  Yoh hadn’t found anything missing recently.  

“Is that blueberry pancakes?  Where were you yesterday?  I got home at three and you were still out.  Smells nice.”  Yoh quickly handed his twin two plates in case Hao changed his mind and decided to hog all the pancakes instead.  He had done that before.

Luckily Hao was feeling generous that day and Yoh got his share of pancakes.  “What were you doing with Anna so late?”  Hao brushed his hair back with a hand, smirking lazily at his twin.  “Did you score any?”

“HAO!”

 “Oh.  That good huh?”

Yoh flushed a bright red, pouring a generous amount of syrup over his breakfast.  “We didn’t do anything but train.  Shut it Hao.  Not that kind of training.”

“Yeah.  Yeah.”  Brown eyes winked at his younger twin.  “At least I scored some last night, loser. She was a great screamer too especially when I -”

“HAO!”  Yoh stuck his fingers in his ears.  “I don’t want any details!!”

“Immature loser.”

“Shut up!  You’re the sex fiend!”

“And you’re my twin.  Which in essence, makes you the same.”  Hao grinned triumphantly.  Yoh is so simple-minded sometimes.

~~~OVERSOUL~~~

Three weeks had passed since Hao met with Ren.  Ren was finally getting a break from sleepless nights.  The game that Ren was arranging the music for, was going to be released in six month's time.  The director was happy to be ahead schedule, although the game controls were still not perfected and there were slight movement glitches from time to time.  The main character moved with a limp during certain battle sequences, and the girl’s hair kept slicing into rocks and heads whenever she turned.

Ren was quite pleased that the musical director had allowed him much freedom over his work, only giving Ren a comment or suggestion.  Currently, most of the major songs are finished and now in the final process of complying it into the cut scenes.  All he had to do was arrange the composition with the music director peering over his shoulder from time to time.   The director treated him like a strict teacher, keeping him on a tight leash until recently when Ren produced his work way ahead of schedule.

Hao had been quite happy with Ren’s sudden decrease in the time spent in front of the synthesizer and showed it by regularly turning up unannounced on his doorstep, ready to drag Ren to the nearest club.  At first, Ren protested loudly, then violently and in frustration when Hao just laughed at him whenever Ren failed to land a hit.  There would be a bout of merciless teasing escalating into screams of threats before Ren sighed in resignation and followed Hao out the door.  It happened every night for a week before Ren finally got the idea and allowed Hao to lead him to his parked motorcycle without much protest.  By the end of the month, Ren found himself enjoying the attention from his new friend, even looking forward to some wild nights.

With Ren firmly wrapped around his finger, Hao looked forward to meeting the little Chinese at night.  Ren was interesting, witty, sarcastic, and spouted off very creative threats when confronted with something he disliked.  Hao was also immensely attracted to Ren’s tendency to solve problems with threats of violence and very delighted when he found Ren actually does follow through.  Hao had been there when Ren, in a bout of anger, flipped his attacker over his shoulder and threw him, heads over heels, into a convenient trash chute. 

Yoh had commented on his brother’s sudden good-nature but didn’t think much on it.  Anna had stepped up his training schedule so Yoh only made it home into bed, if it was a good day.  On a bad day, Yoh found himself waking up on the living room floor, not having made it all the way to his bed.  Thus, Yoh was quite thankful for his brother not being a jerk and bastard, by not stepping on him by accident, and decided not to ask Hao about it.  Hao would not have told him anyway, and Yoh would prefer to keep those fluffy blueberry pancakes coming, especially since he couldn’t quite rouse himself to make them.

All this time, Horohoro remained oblivious to everything surrounding him.  It wasn’t said that he wasn’t a bright person, he just wasn’t quite as perceptive as the others.  While Anna seemed so intent in training Yoh, Horohoro had devoted all his time into his acting skills instead of composing the band’s songs.  The blue-haired Ainu still loved singing but since the time when their band, SK, did a television advertisement for Ponta, Horohoro found his attention wavering from singing to acting.

Thus when Ponta decided to use them as poster boys and asked them for a photo shoot, Horohoro agreed at once.  After calming an enraged Anna, who wasn’t told until day of the photo shoot, the three grinned, glad to get out of practicing for the day.  Yoh was grinning so big Hao dryly asked him if he was a hungry toad.

Yoh's grin didn't disappear but grew bigger when Anna announced that she couldn't go with the 'three idiots' because she had a meeting with the producer.

So the three left the studio as soon as Anna closed the door behind her, just in case she changed her mind and decided that her 3 idiots needed baby-sitting.

Thus when the three actually reached the studio they were breathless, or rather Yoh was lying on the ground panting, Horokeu leaning on a nearby wall and Hao, smirking evilly not a hair out of place.

"Are we done yet?"  Hao asked, tapping his foot with boredom.  "And you call yourself a singer."  He snorted.  He looked at the pathetic duo still unable to move, before deciding to go in himself.

The building was similar to all the other skyscrapers ini Tokyo, looking as though they were ready to tip over any moment, causing a domino effect with its neighbours.  The studio was located on one of the middle floors, but they were going to meet the photographer on the roof garden.  Ponta wanted outside shots that showed the band having fun with each other.  What 'fun' meant was entirely left up to the photographer.

Unfortunately, that immediately made Hao think of what 'fun' he had last night, causing his smirk to widen.

"I don't want to know what you are thinking."  Horokeu, apparently recovered enough from his 7 block mad dash away from an invisible Anna, brushed past him.  He was decked out incognito, dark sunglasses, tatty shorts, a overlarged hoody and a baseball cap.  He looked like any other regular near-famous pop star trying to be unnoticed.  Lucky for him, there were so many wannabe stars wandering around in Tokyo, Horokeu went pretty much unnoticed. 

Hao, however, chose to hide him plain sight, a fact that unnerved Anna but, much to his twin's admiration, was never shouted for.  He was decked in his regular esemble, combat boots, tight jeans, his signature star earrings and a light, leather jacket.  Everywhere he went he got second looks but never recognised.

Being that Horokeu had the spotlight most of the time, the audience pretty much ignored the 'other' twin hiding behind the drumset in his prim, conservative outfit. 

It worked to Hao's advantage.

He disliked the band persona as much as he disliked Yoh's grovelling at Anna.

Hao slid wrapped his arm around Horokeu's shoulders, drawing him close so the ainu could feel his breath tickling his ears.  "Awwww...but you do.  I could feel your excitement.  Want to confess something Horo-chan?"

Hao suppressed his pleasure at seeing Horokeu squirm uncomfortably at his words.  The ainu was so easy to tease and embarrass, just like a certain cat-eyed Chinese he was with last night.  Except Ren's frosty glares were much more effective than Horokeu's disgusted, I'm-in-denial, screech.

He dropped his arm from Horokeu's shoulders, winking at the curious passerbys who looked up from their boring lives from the ainu's shriek.  Several of them blushed as Hao expected, but none recognised him.

Horokeu muttered some obscene things under his breath, scooped down to grab an armful of snoring Yoh, who had fallen asleep from where he landed on the pavement and made a quick getaway into the studio to avoid Hao.  The flirty, double-faced bastard of a slut.

Not that it could be prevented, Hao was part of their group afterall.

Sometimes, Horokeu wondered what on earth he ate that made him ask Hao to be his drummer.