He stumbled through one of the small towns that dotted the landscape, ignoring or unaware of the stares of the townspeople. He hurt. Blinded by both circumstance and pain he tripped, Houjun fell. All he could think of as the darkness claimed him was that maybe, just maybe, now he could rest. He did not see as the few villagers in the town lay down their implements and rushed to his side. He did not feel as they lifted his form and carried him to one particular hut. He was oblivious.
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He felt much better. Tentatively Houjun reached up to touch the left side of his face and found that it had been well cleaned and well bandaged.
"How are you feeling?" The voice was soft, but not too close. Houjun opened his eye to see a rather plump woman with a bowl moving about the room. She continued to speak when she saw he was indeed awake.
"You know you gave us all quite a scare. My husband thought you were dead." She put the bowl down and snorted.
"Shows what he knows." She pulled a chair over and sat down, pouring a glass of water.
"Don't be offended, you need to drink." Reaching over she propped him up against her ample frame and lifted the glass to his lops, tilting it slightly so he would drink. It felt so good, Houjun could feel his body rejuvenate with each sip, and became aware of another problem.
"I need, ah, to, um..." He blushed, and the woman laughed.
"About time, I'll call Kou, and he can help you with that." She lay his head back down and left the room, returning moments later with a boy not much younger than Houjun himself, though quite a bit taller. Wordlessly the boy lifted Houjun in his arms and carried him to the washroom where he was gingerly placed on his feet. Seeing his burden able to stand the boy turned.
"Call if ya need anything, or when you're done. Ma doesn't want any of her patients to do too much." He closed the door behind him as he left. Houjun found comfort, and was carried back to the first room where he found the woman waiting with a thin gruel.
"You need to eat something if you are going to get better." Obediently he drank when she brought the bowl to his mouth. She let him finish, then wiped his mouth with a small cloth.
"That's a good lad." She put the bowl away. "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Houjun, Ri Houjun." He was surprised at how badly his voice grated, and she smiled again.
"Well Ri-san, your voice will improve with use, as will your body. Let me check your face." Noticing his startled look her smile took on a gentle cast as she reached out and unwound the white cloth.
"It's almost healed. I was able to save most of your looks, but the scar tissue will cover your eye, leaving you technically blind there."
"Almost healed?"
"Yes. Suzaku preserve us boy, it's been almost three months since you stumbled into our village. That's why you're so weak. We moved you to keep the circulation going, but we couldn't possibly retain all your muscle. What happened? By some of your possessions we've been able to determine you came from the southernmost region, but we had thought no one survived the floods there. How did you end up here?"
"Where am I?"
"Nanjen, at the foot of Taikyoku. You don't have to answer any questions you don't wish to, but if you ever need to talk I am willing to listen." She dipped a rag in water and began to clean his face.
"Is it bad?"
"What dear?"
"How bad is the scaring? Will it frighten people?"
"Most likely, if your manner is at all offensive, but I don't think that will be a problem with you. You are still very handsome. I have had to form a waiting line for the young women who wish to watch over you while I must be away." Houjun tensed, and the woman's ever perceptive eyes noticed.
"There then, I wouldn't let them do anything improper. Which reminds me, who is Kourin?" At the sound of her name, Houjun felt his heart constrict and the wetness of tears on his cheeks.
"She was my betrothed."
"And Hikou?" He sobbed raggedly.
"He, he was..." She came and wrapped her arms about him.
"You needn't continue, I will understand." Houjun shook his head.
"Hikou was my best friend, and I killed him."
"Now, now. You couldn't have done that..."
"But I did! If it wasn't for my jealous rage, they would both be alive today!" The sound of choked, gasping sobs filled the air and the woman cradled him as a small child, rubbing small circles on his back in comfort as he continued his story. When he finished, she regarded him with tears in her own eyes.
"Shh, it's over now. No one could have stopped that flood, or the log. It's not your fault Houjun-san"
"Then, then whose was it?" His voice was filled with self-loathing.
"Destiny maybe, like that scar on your right knee that glows when you are upset."
"What?"
"It is right now." Houjun stared at the mark, and angry red cross hatch, then he leaned in for a closer look.
"Will you be all right? I must begin making supper."
"Hai, I'll be fine." He stared at the mark, watching it fade. Once it disappeared it hit him.
"It says �well'."
"What was that? Did you need something?" Thinking quickly Houjun responded.
"What is your name obaasan?" She smiled as she turned back to her cooking.
"I am Ming-liao Fa. My husband is Shunin. Our eldest, whom you have met, is Kou. Our eldest daughter is Mulan, followed by the twins Tama and Chang. Then there is Tien, Chiko, and Jin. The youngest is Umeko." Seeing his expression she laughed.
"Yes it is a big family, but they are very good and helpful. They are used to you, although having you able to eat and talk will be different. Don't worry Houjun-san, they don't bite." She continued to bustle about preparing the meal while Houjun lay back and watched, dozing slightly. A small shake brought him back.
"Supper's ready, didja want me ta carry ya?" The boy smiled.
"I'd like to walk, but some support would be nice." Houjun propped himself up and sat on the edge of the bed as Kou put one of his arms over his shoulders and half carried him to the table where all 10 members of the family sat. Shunin, Ming-liao's husband, nodded.
"Welcome to our home, Ri-san."
"It is I who should be thankful. Shunin-san. You have all done so much for me." The man grinned.
"It is what we do as holders of the legend of Suzaku and guardians of Taikyoku. You have proven yourself Ri-san, or you would have never found this village. Know you are always welcome here." Houjun blushed, and one of the children giggled. Shunin bowed his head and the rest of the family followed suit. Shunin spoke.
"Suzaku, may your blessings prevail." He smiled and relaxed.
"Itadakimasu!" They bent to the simple meal of rice and fruit, speaking of how the harvest was going and what was happening around the village. Houjun sat back and watched, barely touching the food placed in front of him until Ming-liao elbowed him and told him to eat, he was all bones.
"We know that you will probably not be returning to where ever it is you have come from, Ri-san, and want you to know you are always welcome here. Of course, if you wish to stay we would expect you to help a little with the chores. If you wish to set up your own home here eventually, we'll help you with that too." Shunin told Houjun as he ate. He was very confused.
"What did you mean when you said that I would not have found my way here had I not proven myself? I just stumbled in." Shunin looked his guest up and down, then nodded to himself.
"I believe your questions can best be answered by Taitsukun." Houjun choked on his rice.
"Taitsukun? The creator? What?" The children snickered, and Ming-liao smiled as Shunin continued his explanation.
"This village guards the base of Taikyoku, home of Taitsukun. She visits our village around once every three months and makes sure that the wards, kekkai and spells are still in working order. Sometimes she will send a messenger in her place. Those who come here are usually searching her out, and we act as a kind of barrier, a secretary if you will, to her palace. If you stay here, we will have Bifuumi look at your aura and see if you can stay for the next descent. Meanwhile, you were able to enter this village because of the purity of your heart, your soul is clean, whether or not you see it that way is another idea. You need to heal, Ri-san. And that will take time. Are you willing to stay and see what the gods have decreed for your life?" Houjun sat still, rice bowl forgotten in his hands, and thought.
"I'll do it. I'll stay." His quiet voice made all those in the room smile, some of the younger children giggled.
"Good. We'll go see Bifuumi tomorrow. Now, you kids help clean up and I will help Haha and Houjun-san get ready for bed." The children sprung into action and Kou gave Houjun a wink before disappearing into a side room. Shunin rose and helped him to his feet, bringing him back to the room he had woken up in and laying him down on the clean linen there. Ming-liao checked his bandage once more.
"You'll be able to take it off for good tomorrow, but for tonight leave it be." She rose and left the two men alone. Shunin sat on the chair next to the bed.
"Houjun-san, I am going to check some things for you. Your aura is still badly damaged, only you can completely heal it, but I want to make sure nothing too serious has been done." Houjun nodded.
"Hai, go ahead."
"You may feel a slight tingle."
"Hai." He did indeed feel as thought someone was running their hands up and down his body, but he could see no one was touching him, so he closed his eyes and let the sensation pass. Suddenly his knee began to burn and he tensed.
"Don't worry Houjun-san, just fixing something for you." He relaxed again and found himself drifting off into a state of altered consciousness. It was almost as thought he was detached from his body.
He sat around the top of the room and looked down on himself. Shunin was glowing faintly, his aura almost masked by the one Houjun's own body was radiating, and the well symbol was glowing on his knee again. He felt himself being drawn back into his body, and opened his eyes to look at the older man.
"What was that?" Shunin smiled.
"I removed your spirit so that I may look on your aura. You have a very strong soul, Houjun-san, may Suzaku guide you." That said Shunin rose from his place and left the room, taking the candle out with him. Houjun got the hint and closed his eyes for sleep, yet he couldn't help wondering who this Suzaku was. Before he could go far in his musings, he was asleep.
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"Ohayo gozaimasu Houjun-san! O genki desu ka?" The cheerful childish voice startled him out of his slumber, and Houjun sat up to stare at the youngest of Ming-liao's brood, Umeko. The child was holding out a set of clothing and a washbowl, both stacked precariously in his small arms. Quickly so they wouldn't be upset, Houjun lifted the large basin from the top and set it on the stand next to his bed. Pleased with his success at the small manoeuvre, Houjun tried to get up, but his legs wouldn't completely support him and he fell back with a thump. Umeko regarded him with solemn eyes.
"Haha says you are not to rise alone. I'm s'pose ta help you get dressed so you can visit Bifuumi and she can tell you whether or not you can go see Taitsukun. She's a nice lady, I think she'll like you. That way you can go stay with her and study and be a monk. I like the monks that come from there, they are so smart and nice. I want to be one when
I grow up." During his babbling Umeko had effectively pinned Houjun to the mattress, stripped him of his clothes, and started to put the various layers of the robe on his skinny frame. He hadn't realized how much weight he had lost until he saw himself standing alone. He was far too thin. Umeko tied yet another cord and pushed the taller boy to the
bed once more.
"Mulan-chan will be coming to do your hair now, bye." The small boy scampered off and was replaced moments later by the eldest daughter. She bowed as she came in.
"I trust Umeko did no permanent damage?" She smiled at Houjun's reaction. "He can be very exuberant at times. Now, what do you wish to do with your hair, it has gotten quiet long." Indeed, his hair now fell to his shoulders where it should have touched his ears, and mid spine where it once reached just between his shoulders. He told her, she took out a pair of scissors and began to cut. Once satisfied, Mulan put the
hair in the back in a bun with a beautiful ribbon that matched the pattern on his robes, and combed the bangs into a semblance of order.
"That should do it. After breakfast Kou will lead you to Bifuumi's home where she is waiting to meet you. Your shoes are at the door." She wafted out of the room before Houjun could utter a word of thanks. Shaking his head he rose and went to break his fast. The soup was good, and the company of Kou and Chiko was even better. The smaller boy cleared his dishes and Kou helped him put his sandals on, and they were
off. Houjun followed the younger boy and smiled as people he did not know waved and called. Kou responded and Houjun found himself enjoying moving about. Just as he began to tire they reached a nondescript dwelling and a young girl came out.
"It's about time Kou-san. I was beginning to wonder if you had gotten lost again." Her sharp words were softened in their tone and by her manner. She walked up to Houjun and looked him up and down.
"I can see what Ming-liao meant, it's almost blinding, isn't it?" She asked Kou, who nodded.
"It flared about two months ago, but has been steady since, Bifuumi-sama." She smiled.
"Come inside Ri-san, I want to take a better look at you." At Kou's nod, Houjun followed the willowy girl inside. There were charts and books spread out on every available surface, and candles burned illuminating everything with a soft glow.
"Please sit down Ri-san. I will begin in a moment." He complied and looked about the room, startled when Bifuumi sat down across from him.
"Close your eyes please." The same tingling sensation started and he felt a sense of detachment as he had the night before. He could not be certain how long it lasted, but he knew he fell asleep as soon as he was shook.
"Ri-san, the messenger from Taitsukun will be visiting tomorrow, I suggest you go."
"Nani?" She looked at him with solemn eyes.
"You have a marvellous destiny, oh you of the stars. Suzaku has blessed you." She faded from his sight and Houjun found himself inside Ming-liao's house, the stars shining through the window.
"Welcome back Ri-san. How did your visit with Bifuumi go?" He turned around to see Ming-liao waiting for him with a cup of tea. He sat down and accepted it.
"I don't know, I think I fell asleep." She smiled.
"Did she say anything?" He nodded in confirmation.
"She said I should go with the messenger coming tomorrow and..."
"There is a messenger coming?"
"Hai, that's what she said, and that..."
"Houjun-san, this is the best news anyone has brought in much time." He regarded her with a puzzled eye.
"Nani?" She stood.
"The messengers only come when needed. If one is coming to pick you up then you have been called and must go."
"She said something about that Suzaku person, and said I was blessed by the stars." Ming-liao turned and embraced him, tears in her eyes.
"Then we have all been blessed."
"I don't understand."
"Each of the four gods has seven seishi, or constellations, that protect their sworn miko and all she represents. Suzaku is the phoenix god of the south, the country of Konan. If you have been chosen for that destiny, you have the blessings of the gods and carry some of their power with you. Did she say which constellation you have?"
"No." Ming-liao shook her head at the disappointment and confusion in his tone.
"You will find out tomorrow. Suzaku's seven are Mitsukake, Chiriko, Tamahome, Hotohori, Chichiri, Tasuki, and Nuriko. One of those is your true name, Houjun, you will know soon which one. Now, let's get you to bed so you can be ready to leave tomorrow bright and early."
"But I just got up." Ming-liao smiled.
"You were at Bifuumi's for three days, Houjun. It is almost midnight. You need your rest, and so do I." Stunned he followed Ming-liao as she went to his room, helped him get the robes off, and tucked him in.
"You know, even though you have only been here for three months, I consider you as close to me as one of my own, Houjun." She kissed his forehead and left the room, closing the door behind her. He was asleep in minutes.
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"The messenger is coming! The messenger is coming!" The cries of the townspeople roused Houjun from his slumber and he stretched, finding his clothes folded neatly by his bedside he dressed as swiftly as he could and went to the kitchen to find most of the family sitting down. Jin pulled a chair out for him and got another bowl from the pot. As he sat he was aware of the air of jubilation that emanated from the six around
him. They ate quickly and he copied their motions, then went with them outside to the town square. The people had gathered and an excited buzz whipped across them. Suddenly one of the younger children Houjun did not know yelled.
"There they are!" All attention riveted in the direction his finger pointed and Houjun could see a lone rider with two horses galloping into the town. Before he knew it, they rode into the square.
The rider was tall and had the reigns of the other horse in his hands. All the townspeople got down on their knees and bowed, Houjun followed suit. The rider spoke.
"I come with the blessings of the gods. Would he that is called Ri Houjun please come forward." Shakily he stood on his feet, and the rider got off his horse.
"Well-met beloved of Suzaku, please, come with me." Still in a daze Houjun followed the tall dark one and mounted the other horse. The rider checked him over and nodded, then turned to the townspeople.
"Blessings on you and your crops. You have done your duty to your gods and they smile upon you." That said he grabbed the lead of Houjun's horse and spurred them both into a gallop. Houjun hung on for dear life as he was lead up the mountain side. They passed through the clouds and he saw a magnificent palace on the top.
"That is Taitsukun's palace. You will be staying there for your period of training, however long you wish that to be." The words whipped back to his ears, but he could not respond. He had not known horses could move that fast. The reached the summit in under an hour, and Houjun gaped at the sight of the welcoming party. A dozen girls, dressed in identical outfits and looking exactly the same stood by a tall boy with short lavender hair and deep blue eyes. He stood next to a shorter girl with green hair and amber eyes, who was next to a delicate looking girl with long white hair and purple
eyes. Ahead of them all was an old woman, who was not nearly as pleasing to look at. The rider reigned the horses in.
"Taitsukun, I bring the one the villagers told us of." The old woman nodded.
"Thank you Numida, you have done well." She stepped forward as Houjun's jaw hit the ground. He fell to his knees and bowed as deeply as he could.
"Stop that. If you are to be my pupil, you must look me in the eye, is that understood?" He raised his head and nodded, swallowing convulsively. She smiled, a truly frightening sight.
"Good boy. Those you see behind me are Hikari, Kurayami, and Omoi. Omoi will be sharing his room with you, so when we are done you are to follow him. Stand up, I want to look at you." He obeyed and shifted nervously as she circled him.
"Ah, there it is!" She raised her hand and his right knee felt as though it was on fire, but did not hurt. He knew that the well symbol was shining brightly. Her hand dropped and she approached him.
"Welcome to Taikyoku, incarnation of the constellations. From this day forth you are to be known as Chichiri, of the shichi seishi of Suzaku." She grinned at him. "Try saying that six times in a row." She turned and left, all the females followed closely. "Follow Omoi, he knows the way." She disappeared, leaving him alone with the lavender haired youth.
"Please to make your acquaintance Chichiri. I've got a change of clothes for you in our room. Let's go." Chichiri found that he could look the youth straight in the eyes as he spoke, and wordlessly followed him through the palace. He stopped in front of a set of large doors and placed his hand on one of the jewels.
"Stick your hand on the other one so the door will know who you are." He obeyed, and was startled as a shock ran though his body. Omoi grinned.
"Nice, didn't think the place would like you that much."
"What?" Omoi smiled.
"You've just been marked. Those that stay here are marked, and your hair is as blue as the sky, Chichiri."
"It is?"
"Yeah. It's nice. Come on in." The door swung open to allow access. Chichiri found that, despite the ornate door, the room was quite simple. Two beds, two tables, four chairs, a bathing room to the side and a small kitchen as well as at least six book shelves all filled with papers and books and scrolls.
"Welcome to your new home. Your bed is on the right, I'll get your clothes." Omoi left Chichiri alone for a moment, and returned with a large bundle.
"Sit down for a bit, I gotta explain some stuff." Chichiri did, and Omoi pulled out a straw hat.
"This is your kasa. Aside from the great stuff like protecting your face and neck from the sun and keeping you cool, you'll learn some spells for transportation and storage." He took out a white shirt. "This is your undershirt, it will keep you as warm or as cool as you wish, once you learn the spells, that is." Another white article followed, then another.
"This is your undergarments, I don't think that needs to be explained. And this is your over tunic, doubles as protection from the elements." The next thing to come out was deep green.
"These are your pants. They're pants, the shoes won't wear out ever." He pulled a large cloak out.
"This is your kesa, it helps with transportation, kekkai construction and protection. Don't lose it, even though you won't use it for at least a couple months." The next two things that came out were a necklace and a staff.
"These are your prayer beads, one of the strongest magical implements you will receive, use with caution, and this is your shakujo, second in power only to your beads and a weapon in itself. I'll be teaching you the basics in defence with that. Now, put it on." Chichiri did, and found it to be the most comfortable things he had ever worn.
"Of course they are. Those clothes were designed not only for your body but for your very soul. Enjoy them, now, let's look at your class list...."
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Chichiri flopped down on to the bed on his side of the room as soon as they got back from classes.
"Tired huh?" Omoi looked up from one of his books to smile at his roommate. He had managed to chase most of the sorrow from his friend's eyes and had grown very fond of the younger boy, although he had picked up a very odd speech pattern, Omoi enjoyed the presence of the newest of their number. Chichiri had been his roommate for two years, and Omoi was going to miss him when he went out for the first time since
Taitsukun had begun to train him. And he was worried. The stars and the smoke were telling him that the Chichiri who would come back would not be the same one that left.
"Very. How do you manage?" Omoi chuckled.
"I'm three years older than you Chichiri and have been studying since I was twelve, I think I should be able to handle harder magic. I must admit however, that you are a very adapt pupil, and the power behind you is massive."
"Don't you rub it in too." The lavender haired boy rose and went over to the youth's side.
"I found something that will make your trip a little easier, but don't tell Taitsukun I taught it to you." Chichiri's interest had perked.
"What is it?" Omoi sat down next to Chichiri and took his hands in his own.
"It's a way for you to find your future lover."
"My lover no da?" Chichiri looked at Omoi with scepticism.
"Hai. It's written in the stars, beloved of Suzaku. Remember that. Now repeat after me."
"Hai no da. How does it work?"
"Shh. Tame, koibito no tame ni, kami, mizu, hi, fuu, chikyuu, sora, in, ang, rekka." Chichiri parroted word for word and felt the surge he had come to associate with the use of small magic, and opened his eyes to find a small mirror in his hands.
"I know it looks bad, but it really works."
"Hontou?"
"Hai, Chiri-chan. You've got to have more confidence in yourself for Suzaku's sake!"
"Daaaa."
"I know, you keep packing. You don't want to miss anything or have it in the wrong space. Can you imagine what would happen if you reached in your kasa for something and you grabbed something else?" They both laughed at that, for a very red faced Hikari had done just that in front of Taitsukun herself. Chichiri rose and continued to pack, putting on the mask as Omoi returned to his mirror gazing. They turned at the
knock.
"I'll get it na no da." Chichiri rose and opened the door to see Taitsukun standing there. The years had worn off the shock from her appearance and Chichiri opened the door wider.
"Please come in Taitsukun no da." She waved her hand.
"I am not here to visit. Omoi, come with me." He nodded and rose, hugging Chichiri before closing the door behind him.
"Have a safe trip."
"I will no da. Take care of yourself."
"Hai." Chichiri was left alone to pack.
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"Na, nani ka?" Omoi stood in Taitsukun's own apartment, ignoring the Nyan-nyans that scurried about.
"I'm afraid so, Omoi. There is nothing we can do."
"But I could go right now and..." Taitsukun shook her head.
"I have warped time Omoi. It has already happened."
"Genbu, Suzaku, Seiryuu, and Byakko preserve us, can I at least go to him?"
"Hai. And be gentle."
"I will. I shall leave now, if I may?"
"You may, and take your own kesa." Omoi looked at her in shock, then turned away, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he raced toward his room.
"Oh, Chichiri..."
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Omoi flew through the air over the kingdom of Kutou, looking for a familiar blue haired monk. He could sense Chichiri's ki in the more seedy area of town, but could not see him, so he landed and began to search on foot.
"Chichiri! Answer me damn it!" Omoi hadn't cursed for, well, since he had dedicated his life to the gods. He was so worked up he almost missed the strip of blue fabric that could been seen from one of the alleyways. He dashed in.
"Oh gods..." Omoi resisted the urge to vomit. Chichiri lay tied on the ground, bleeding, with wards placed in strategic positions. He couldn't have even fought back, and from the condition of his clothing...well...sometimes in this town it didn't matter if you were male or female, or breathing for that matter. Omoi knew he was crying, and
didn't care.
"Chichiri, please.." He shook the younger monk and got a faint whimper in response, he had screamed his throat raw.
"Chiri-chan, it's gonna be okay. We'll get you back to Taikyoku, and the Nyan-nyans can help."
"O, Omoi..." He rasped.
"Shh, Chiri-chan. You're safe."
"Safe." The blue haired monk went limp and for a moment Omoi feared the worst, then he found a small pulse, faint but strong, and rolled Chichiri up in his kesa. With one last look at the blood on the stones, Omoi followed his friend through the kasa and back to Taikyoku.
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He wanted to return to the oblivion that had released him, but he found that the pain in his body wouldn't let him. He needed help, but he hurt too much to move. He moaned.
"Oi, Chichiri, don't try to talk just yet." The voice was familiar to him, and he relaxed a bit.
"That's it. I bandaged what I couldn't heal." Omoi's voice broke, and Chichiri felt the bed rise as his roommate got up.
"Omoi." Suzaku, was that his voice?
"Gods Chichiri, I'm so sorry. I'm so very sorry..." Was he crying? Chichiri had to sit up, and made motions to, but was pushed back down to his pillow.
"No, don't get up, you'll hurt more."
"What happened? How did I ...?"
"I brought you back. I'm sorry I wasn't faster, this is all my fault..."
"No, I shouldn't have believed him when he said he needed help.." Omoi looked at the figure on the bed, noticed the tears trickling from Chichiri's one good eye, and bent to swoop his friend up in a hug.
"Don't you ever blame yourself Chichiri! Never, do you hear me?" His whisper was harsh in the younger monk's ear. He smiled.
"Then you don't either no da. The fates must be playing with us again."
"Chichiri?"
"It doesn't even hurt any more. Not physically, just here." The blue one placed a hand over his heart. Omoi smiled at him.
"You really are beautiful Chichiri, never forget that. And remember where you are. It is love, not time, that heals all wounds, and here you are sure to be loved." The lavender haired monk lay his friend back down.
"Sleep, Chiri-chan." He did.
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Two weeks later Omoi taught him how to make a mask that mirrored his expression, but covered his scar and didn't let anything through he didn't want to show. Chichiri thanked him, a smile brightening his true face for the first time since he had left. The older boy had shown him much, taught him of love, and life was good. Chichiri found himself more at peace then he had been since the deaths of his betrothed and his
friend, and was actually faintly smiling most of the time instead of solemnly moving from class to class. Taitsukun approved.
"I think this is good, and will prepare you for what is to come, little one." Taitsukun had called them both to her throne room when one of the Nyan-nyans had walked in at a bad moment, and had strengthened Chichiri's confidence with her words. Omoi just smiled.
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Five months later, while he was studying, Chichiri heard a knock on his door. He rose to open it, and was surprised to find Taitsukun standing there. He motioned for her to enter, and she pulled a chair close, telling him to do the same. He sat, waiting.
"Omoi, was attacked, Chichiri. I am not allowed to interfere, I thought you should know. He will not be returning to this room."
"What? How?"
"One of the Seiryuu seishi, a man named Nakago, struck him in his sleep. He will remain in the land of dreams until either he or Nakago dies, or Suzaku is summoned. His last wish was for you and your true lover to live through the battle that will occur as the mikos battle. I don't know what he was planning, the stupid boy. Only that you are not
to mourn for him or the others you shall lose on the way to the summoning. Once finished, either way, you are to bring the bodies or memorabilia of your comrades, along with your lover, to this place one year afterward. You are not to return before that, understood?"
"Hai."
"Chichiri, I know this is painful for you to hear, but you must forget him."
"What?" Tears streamed openly down the young man's face.
"Both of you knew that what you shared was only temporary. Omoi will find his partner by the time you return here with yours, and the others you love. It is for the best if you do not let his memory hinder you, so I am going to take it away." Chichiri nodded.
"Alright."
"Good. Now go rescue your miko from the assassin that is stalking her."
"Hai." He stood and left the room, leaving the creator alone.
"Good luck, Chichiri."
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She was gone. They were all gone, all but Tasuki. Chichiri turned to the bandit that had been sharing his life for the last ten months, watching him guzzle saki as never before.
As well he should, I feel like joining him...Chichiri too, mourned. Though not as visibly as Tasuki, he missed all those friends he had gained in the past not quite year, and then lost suddenly and violently. He missed Chiriko's smile, Hotohori's vanity, Nuriko's
jibes, Mitsukake's quiet strength, Tamahome's jokes, and Miaka...Suzaku he missed them. He had been roaming the countryside aimlessly, Tasuki usually at his side, looking for some purpose. He hadn't found any, and they had come across Nuriko's grave earlier that day. The monk gave in an took up one of the proffered bottles.
"Kampai, Chichiri..." Tasuki's slurred words came from the other side
of the room. Chichiri smiled beneath his mask.
"Kampai no da." He took a swig of the stuff, and almost gagged. He spit and looked at Tasuki, panic in his eyes. He now knew why the bandit had been looking at him strangely for the past hour or so.
It wasn't saki.
It was a potion, and a strong one.
Shit.
Chichiri felt like cursing, but restrained himself. Tasuki hadn't done anything yet, so he could only assume that it hadn't affected him. Tasting the remnants in his mouth, he had to smile. Whoever had tried didn't know much about their herb lore. This one only worked on emotions that already existed. He laughed.
"Waz so funny Chiri?" Tasuki's voice was like a slap in the face. This time he did curse. He had felt something for the red head since he first laid eyes on him, though it hadn't developed into anything until about four months ago. But he didn't swallow any! How could it affect him? Despite the protests his mind made, his body had other ideas.
Then he realized that Tasuki was laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"I've ne'er heared, had, heard ya curse before, monk boy." Tasuki was lounging, damn. Look away, look away. Chichiri's mind told him, his body moved closer and he sat next to his friend. Tasuki stiffened.
"Ah, Chichiri?"
"Hm?"
"I think ya might be wantin' to move back a bit."
"Nani?"
"If ya don't I might embarrass us both. I've managed to restrain myself this far, but damn it all if you don't move I might just do something I've wanted to do for months."
"What's that no da?" Damn, his voice was husky now, and his pants felt way too tight. Tasuki leaned over and knocked him to the floor, sitting on top of him.
"This." And he kissed Chichiri. It wasn't an innocent kiss either, his tongue rolled through the monk's mouth, probing every corner. When he pulled off both men were gasping for breath. Chichiri's mask had fallen off and his eye was wide and staring, his mouth still parted slightly. Tasuki looked startled and jumped up, backing into a corner of their room.
"Gods Chichiri, I'm sorry! I don't know what's happening to me...." Chichiri, still gasping spoke.
"It's a potion, in the saki."
"What?"
"Someone's playing a trick on us."
"What the fuck?" Chichiri sat up and stared at the floor right in front of him.
"It's a mix of some pretty rare herbs, and it, ah, preys on the victim until it is worked out of their system. It's a lust spell Tasuki." The red head stared at the monk's bent head.
"Can't you, fix it?" Chichiri shook his head.
"There is no real magic in it, except for the fact that once it starts only completion will release it. Demo, it only works on what already exists."
"What does all that shit mean Chichiri?!"
"It means that if you are in anyway attracted to me, or I to you, then neither of us will remain sane until the morning unless we, uh..you know..." The monk's face was bright red, and Tasuki's turned the same shade as his hair. After a moments silence Tasuki spoke.
"Unless we fuck, right?" Chichiri nodded, mortified that his feelings would be so exposed and completely oblivious to the fact that Tasuki was in as much need of release as himself.
"Well then, what's the problem?"
"Nani?" Chichiri's eyes almost popped out of his head. Tasuki grinned, baring a fag in a gesture that Chichiri had always found adorable, but now seemed down right delicious.
"You like me right?" Chichiri blushed and turned his head.
"Hai, I have for, quite some time now." Tasuki slapped his forehead and looked at the sky.
"Suzaku I'm a moron." He moved to sit across from the monk once more. "I luv ya, Chiri. I've wanted you since we first met, and I've luved ya since the whole breaking into the Kutou palace thing with Miaka." He leaned a little closer. "Wanna tie me up again?"
Chichiri was having trouble breathing. This had to be a dream, it couldn't be real. He threw caution to the wind and pulled Tasuki's head down so their lips met once more. The bandit stared at him when they broke apart.
"Wow..."
"I love you Tasuki, I don't know how long, I think I always have." The red head blinked once, twice, then broke into a grin that Chichiri was sure would split his head.
"Great." The bandit leaned forward once more, pressing the monk back against the wall and proceeded to suck that air from his lungs while removing his kasa and laying it on the floor. His mouth moved from Chichiri's to the side of his face, then down to his throat causing him to moan aloud.
"Chichiri, how much are ya willin' ta do?"
"Hmm?"
"How far are you ready to go?"
"I don't know..." His face reddened once more and Tasuki looked at him.
"Weren't you engaged?"
"That's not what I meant, I, I'm nervous." Tasuki tipped Chichiri's chin up from the floor and looked directly into his one good eye.
"Then sit back and enjoy the ride, my friend."
"Huh?" Was the only exclamation Chichiri could voice as Tasuki gently picked him up and carried him to the futon, removing his kesa on the way. The futon was large for one person, but not really big enough for two, unless, of course, those two didn't mind getting very close and personal. It was perfect.
After laying the shorter man on the futon Tasuki quickly removed his necklaces, coat, shirt, and shoes before returning to catch Chichiri's lips in a bruising kiss and strip him of his belt and shoes as well.
"Chiri-chan..." The monk stiffened under Tasuki's hand. "What is it? What did I do?" He pulled away. Chichiri shook himself.
"Everyone I've ever loved has, called me that, at sometime. It was like deja vu."
"I thought you were a virgin...." Chichiri smiled at Tasuki's endearing bluntness.
"I am." Then the feeling hit again. "At least, I think I am."
"Well, pure or no, I still luv ya. Now where were we? Hmm." His head bent and Chichiri gasped as he opened his shirt and licked a highly sensitized nipple.
"Like that do ya?"
"Ooohh, Tasuki..." A small chuckle was followed by the whisper of cloth as Tasuki threw the shirt away completely and continued to worry the small bud now rock solid from his ministrations. The bandit suddenly let out a small snarl and kicked off his own pants, then lay on top of Chichiri, pressing his entire body against the monk's and making them both vocalize their pleasure. While his hand and mouth were working at Chichiri's chest, Tasuki's other hand slipped lower and relieved some of the stress from the tent that had arisen moments before by undoing the clasps of Chichiri's pants. With slow, sensuous movements Tasuki managed to remove and kick away the offending garment without disturbing the motions of his mouth, which continued to move
downward.
"You are delicious." Was all the warning Chichiri got before Tasuki stuck his tongue in his navel and began to roll it around. He saw stars as Tasuki simulated love making on his flat stomach, and almost cried out when the sensations of his body quit.
"I'll be there in a sec, Chiri, I've just gotta get somethin'."
"What?" The question was directed to the bandit's back as he rummaged through their bags. Although he had stopped to admire the red head before, Chichiri now had the opportunity to drink in the view in it's entirety, and found the sight very much to his liking indeed. Suddenly Tasuki sprung up, a small bottle in his hand.
"Found it!"
"What's that for no da?"
"It makes things slippery..."
"Ohh...." Tasuki returned to his flushed companion and proceeded to kiss him deeply once more.
"I'm gonna ask ya once more. How far are ya willin' ta go?" In response, Chichiri reached out and picked up the bottle.
"How far can you take me?" Tasuki moaned and took the small container, throwing the stopper across the room and liberally anointing his fingers with its contents. Gently picking the monk up, the bandit lifted him on to his lap and reached around to insert one finger, causing Chichiri to throw his head back and give forth a guttural moan that he was sure the people in Kutou could hear.
"Ahh.... ngh, Tasuki..."
"Chiri..." Loosening his comrade as best he could, Tasuki proceeded to insert one, then another after the first, thrusting gently all the while and clutching Chichiri close to him. When he took his hand back Chichiri let out a disappointed groan.
"Hang on luv, I'll be with ya in a moment." Adjusting himself accordingly Tasuki began his slow entrance of the monk.
"Hnnng....gahhhh...." It was torture, it was bliss. After the oil and the three fingered preparations, Chichiri wrapped his legs around Tasuki's waist and drew him closer. Once fully sheathed Tasuki felt like crying, never in his wildest dreams, and some of them had been pretty wild, had he ever thought Chichiri would love him so completely, so willingly, so well. He began to establish a rhythm. They joined in
the dance of passion, kissing and embracing all the while, until Tasuki hit that spot within Chichiri that made him join the gods amidst the stars. After his hand reached around and a particularly powerful thrust to that magic place, Chichiri came hard in Tasuki's hand, tightening all his muscles and sending the bandit off in his own orgasm. Riding out the wave of white that threatened to consume them, they collapsed side
by side, their limbs entangled. Sighing, Tasuki turned to the blue haired one.
"I luv ya Chiri..."
"Hmm, love you too." The monk was almost purring in his contentment. Suddenly, Tasuki began to laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, whoever thought they were trying to get us ended up doing us a favour."
"What?"
"I would a' never had the guts ta even tell ya I luved ya if I hadn't had that shit coursing through my veins, and now look what I got." Chichiri smiled.
"You're right, it was more of a favour than an attack. I wonder who set it up...I'll have to go and thank them sometime no da." Tasuki pulled Chichiri closer and lay his head upon his own chest.
"I'm sure we can figure it out, but for now, let's sleep."
"Mhmm..."
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The sun was warm on Tasuki's face, and something else was warm against his back, and he was naked. He shot up in bed, clutching the sheets while inhaling the musky scent of sex, and looked over to see the source of the warmth. He fell on the floor with a thump.
"Suzaku!" The curse was uttered almost silently as he knelt on the floor and stared at the sight before him. Chichiri lay sprawled on one side of the bed, the sheets concealing but not covering his pale form with the sunlight caressing each gentle rounded muscle, his face free of his mask and more gentle than Tasuki had ever seen it. Taking in his own state the events of the previous night and early that morning came crashing down.
"Shit, I, I've spoiled him..." The bandit whispered to the morning air. Slowly he crept back to the futon and caressed Chichiri's face as gently as he knew how.
"I'm sorry Chichiri-san. More sorry than you could ever know. I've spoilt ya forever...I'm so very, very sorry." A mahogany eye opened to look into the bandit's own.
"You have nothing to be sorry about koi, you haven't spoilt me at all. You've opened a part of me I thought long dead and shown me that I haven't loved in vain." The red head stared open mouthed at the monk.
"But, but I took your purity!" Chichiri laughed and reached out to pull Tasuki down and kiss him, as well as lay his length out beside him once more.
"You've actually opened up memories I didn't know I had. Today is a great day Tasuki, mostly because I know I get to spend it with you. I only have one question."
"Yeah?" Tasuki had his pointer fingers together in embarrassment.
"Did you mean what you said last night?" His face flushing the bandit answered.
"Yeah, I did. I do luv ya Chichiri, more than I ever thought possible." The monk broke into a grin that Tasuki was sure counted as its own light source.
"I do too. Let's get going, we have to gather the shichi seishi in the next two months or this won't work." Tasuki lay twitching on the floor, then sprung up to place his hand on the monk's forehead.
"Ya feelin' okay Chichiri?" The monk looked at his mask, then lay it back down on the table and smiled again.
"I feel better than I have since this whole business started." He took the bandit by the hands and danced a small circle about the room. Tasuki grabbed his pants in one of the passes and tried to get them on while Chichiri continued to twirl. Finally dressed he threw the monk's clothes to him and sat down.
"Tell me what the hell this is all about, Chichiri." The blue haired one stopped his movements and caught the clothing, then began to tell the story as he got dressed.
"As you know, I had been training with Taitsukun before I took up my place as the Suzaku seishi Chichiri. What I haven't told you if that when I originally went to mount Taikyoku I wasn't anything like this, I was still recovering from my wounds and not really there emotionally or mentally. I met Omoi there, he was my roommate. Nothing happened between us until I went back out into the normal world. I had been sent to a particularly nasty area to try and help some of the innocents. The third day I was there I was tricked, and let's just say from that moment on I was no longer innocent." Tasuki gasped in realization and went to embrace the monk, who gently pushed him back after a brief time. Not far, but enough to continue.
"Omoi found me, took me back, tended my wounds, and loved me. He was the first, Tasuki, not you. We both knew that the relationship wasn't permanent, but he knew about you."
"He did, did he?"
"He called you my fiery lover from and of the stars. Sounds pretty accurate to me."
"Hnn."
"This is what makes me happy Tas-chan."
"What?"
"After we had been lovers for some months, Omoi was attacked by Nakago, and placed into a sleep that will not be released for another two months. When he does wake up, we have the opportunity to revive those we have lost." Tasuki stared at him.
"What?"
"You really need to work on your vocabulary. I said we can bring them back!" After staring a moment longer the bandit rushed up to embrace the monk in a hug that almost crushed his ribs.
"Let's go!"
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They had made it. After that magical night the two had split up and gone off to gather something that their friends had been close too. Chichiri had Nuriko's bracelets and braid, Mitsukake's headband made from Shouka's dress and Tama, and Chiriko's reading lamp and leaf whistle. Tasuki had gathered Hotohori's sword, Tamahome's money pouch, and Miaka's old school uniform's emblem. They had decided to meet at
one of the inns located near a hot spring before going on to mount Taikyoku, where Omoi was up and waiting for them. Chichiri had, before they left, tried contacting his old friend, and discovered it was he who had slipped the herbs into the saki after impersonating one of the serving girls. Tasuki had forgiven his manipulation almost as quickly as Chichiri had, and, unbeknownst to his lover, had gotten the lavender haired one to mix up a more potent batch of the stuff, which he planned to use.
They had left their friend's things in the sacred chests that Omoi had provided and slipped out into the hot springs to relax and tell each other what had happened while they had been apart.
"Did you run into any trouble na no da?" Chichiri had sunk up to his chin in the steaming water.
"Nah, and I made good time too." Tasuki stared at the sight before him, his body already telling him to go to the monk. He ruthlessly squashed that impulse as Chichiri peeled off his mask and sighed.
"You always do, Tas-chan." The red head grumbled, still in the shallower part of the pond, his fear of water barely holding him back.
"You look so much better without that thing on, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?" Chichiri chuckled.
"Forever Tas-chan...."
"Hmph." Tasuki pouted, sticking one fang out in a gesture he knew was irresistible, but Chichiri steadfastly refused to even open his eyes. Sighing, Tasuki went to the side of the pool and took one of the floating settings out for himself, spiking the other even as he pushed it in his soul mate's direction. He was not going to spend this night alone. Sitting on one of the submerged rocks left just for that purpose, Tasuki picked up his hashi and began to slowly eat the rice and pickles that had been provided. A thin ripple of the water alerted him to the presence of another, but he relaxed as he realized it was just Chichiri, joining him for their evening repast. Chewing thoughtfully,
Tasuki made the first motion.
"Y'know, Chiri, that I luv ya?" A mahogany eye stared up.
"Only as much as I love you, Tas-chan." The smile was soft, but it still lit fires in Tasuki's loins.
"What do you say to not sleeping tonight?" Chichiri looked the bandit straight in the eye.
"I say that sounds really, really good." Tasuki grinned and pushed the remnants of the meal away.
"Race ya to the room!"
"What?!? Taaaasuki! No fair no daaaaaaaaaaaa!" Chichiri began to run after his mate, but then a wicked grin spread across his normally calm features and he said a short incantation. Seconds later the pool was empty, much to the shock of the other patrons.
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Chichiri appeared in the room they had rented for the night and hid. Contrary to popular belief, he could make a smooth landing when he wanted to, and by the gods did he want to. After the first night he spent with Tasuki, he hadn't wanted to let go, whether the embrace they shared was passionate or not didn't matter, as long as he could be physically close to the younger man. The monk clung to the ceiling with all his strength as the door flew open and Tasuki entered the room. He was panting hard and Chichiri licked his lips as the muscles of his mate's chest shone through the fabric.
So this is what Taitsukun meant. Chichiri smiled at his first discussion on his future with the old woman was brought to mind, then focussed again on the red head beneath him. If I drop on him, it'll scare the shit out of him...did I just think that? Ah well, too much time with a person... Tasuki sat on the bed, the door wide open, obviously waiting. It was hard for Chichiri to keep from laughing out loud as he got up, paced around a bit, cursing colourfully, checked the door, and continued to pace. He stopped directly beneath the monk and sat down, pouting.
"Stupid slow monk. You'd think that with all the fucking walking he did he could move a bit faster." Chichiri chose that moment to pounce.
"Who's slow?" He asked from his perch on Tasuki's stomach. The bandit lay sprawled across the floor. A slow blush took over his face.
"How long ya been there?" Chichiri smiled.
"I was here to see you run in na no da. You can be very amusing when you're nervous no da." His eyes widened and Chichiri found himself pinned to the floor, the bandit using his greater body weight to full advantage.
"Who's nervous?" He asked before kissing the monk deeply. With a wave Chichiri closed their door, then his eyes widened as he felt himself reacting far too quickly and strongly to the presence of his lover. He moaned against Tasuki's mouth and the bandit pulled away.
"Liked that, hmm?" His voice was husky and strained.
"Hmmm. Hai no da."
"Want more?"
"Hai....." Tasuki rolled off and went to their bags.
"I was saving this for later...." He stopped when he heard another moan from Chichiri, alone. Turning sharply he felt himself grow rigid at the sight. Chichiri lay on the floor where he had left him and was writhing, almost tearing at his clothing to get it off as fast as possible with a blissful look plastered on his face.
"Oi, Chiri?" He looked just a bit too blissful. Tasuki went to his side and touched his partner's forehead, it was searing hot. Chichiri grabbed his hand and sucked on one of his fingers, hard. Tasuki moaned.
"Oh gods Chiri...." The speedy bandit found himself on the floor, his robe already undone and his loose pants becoming rapidly looser as Chichiri sucked, bit, licked, and nibbled a hot path downward. He raked his teeth across Tasuki's chest, making him arch his back.
"Chiri! Ahhh!" The monk continued his assault, leaving no part untouched, then suddenly, he was gone. Tasuki's moan of disappointment became a scream of pleasure as he was engulfed by the smaller man and almost swallowed whole.
"Suzakuuuuuuuuu!" He came, hard, and Chichiri didn't let a single drop hit the ground. Once he returned from his trip, Tasuki found himself lip locked. He noticed that he didn't taste half bad, and that Chichiri was still going at it, whether he was a willing participant or not.
"Chiri..." He muttered against over eager lips and around an over eager and far too skilled tongue.
"I don't know, what's, going on, Tasuki..." Each word was half spoken, half panted, and Tasuki could feel how hot Chichiri was, could see the sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. The scent finally got to him, and he pounced, kissing the monk hard while removing the remainder of his clothing.
"I know exactly what's gotten into you..."
"Ah..what...oooohhhh...."
"Me." That said the bandit repositioned himself and began his slow entrance.
"Ngghh....Chiri....gods...you're beautiful....ahhh." The older man wrapped his legs around Tasuki and pulled, forcing him all the way in with one swift motion and crying out as he did so. Tasuki stopped moving.
"Are you all right?" He looked down at his partner who was clutching his arms.
"Fine. Move..." He did. Pulling out slowly, then gently thrusting, the bandit once more established the rhythm for the evening. Chichiri was hot to the touch, and his sweat acted as a lubricant as the two bodies twined together.
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Chichiri lay staring at the ceiling. Tasuki had fallen asleep a while back, his head on the monk's chest, and was gently and oh so softly snoring, one fang over his bottom lip. Carefully, so as not to wake his sleeping lover, Chichiri wiggled out of bed and put on one of the robes. Digging through his bags he found the parchment he was looking
for, and placed the paper on the top of the mirror in their room while softly chanting. An image began to form in the darkness and the monk sat to wait. It did not take long.
"Ohayo Chiri-chan. What has you up so early?" Omoi was looking a little rumpled himself. The blue haired one smiled.
"I was curious." Omoi snorted.
"As always..."
"And I wanted to know how my partnering with Tasuki can effect such changes as you propose no da." Blue eyes regarded him filled with amusement.
"The bond you share is similar to the one shared by all seishi. By enacting it I can call on Suzaku, as well as Taitsukun's own power and the power of the seishi and, in the end, basically take that energy and some pent up ki and coalesce it into solid material, forming a body, then gather the souls and place them. You need something of each of
them so I know where to place them, as none of them have been reincarnated yet. If this works, you will all be reincarnated together as well."
"Is it then similar to the way an infant is formed by the koorime na no da?"
"Similar, yes. The same, no. This can be done through channels other than a virgin who has spent the past year meditating on the one she loves. If we needed virgins then neither of you nor I would be able to do this." Omoi laughed and Chichiri joined after a startled pause. The lavender haired monk smiled at the younger man.
"You've grown Chichiri. Just remember this, in order for the spell to work, you two need to have completely, and I can't emphasis this enough, completely, COMPLETELY, shared your love." Chichiri nodded.
"I understand." The blue eyed one smiled once more at his former roommate and lover.
"Good. Best of luck Chichiri, but I'm going back to bed now, and you should get some rest too."
"Hai no da."
"Oyasumi.." Removing the paper Omoi's image faded, and the exhausted monk crawled back into bed beside Tasuki, who wrapped his arms around Chichiri even in his sleep.
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"Oi, Tas-chan! Wake up!" Hands shook him, and he instinctively swatted at the irritation. A solid thump from his hand and another thunk as whoever was shaking him hit the floor was followed by some of the most profane vulgarities the bandit had ever heard. He opened his eyes in admiration to see Chichiri, already dressed, sitting on the
floor holding his nose and glaring. Tasuki laughed.
"Didn't think ya had it in ya ta curse like that luv." Chichiri snorted, then winced.
"I've had a bad influence to corrupt me no da."
"Aw hell no. I've never come up with anything like that, even at the worst of times."
"Call it divine inspiration then." Tasuki laughed at that and dragged himself from the soft bed to dress.
"The horses are ready, we should get going."
"Yeah, yeah. Just let me get some breakfast."
"If you would wake up earlier this wouldn't happen."
"If you didn't keep me up so late I wouldn't sleep so much." Tasuki grinned at his lover as they continued the ritual exchange and before he knew it they were off. Today they would reach Taikyoku, tomorrow they would prepare, and then they could see all of their friends once more. If he hadn't been so tired Tasuki would have jumped for joy. As it stood, he could just hold the reins and pray that his horse could follow Chichiri's. He was not a morning person.
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Chichiri was in high spirits, his face almost as cheerful as his mask, for when it mirrored his joy it was ridiculously happy. He took it off. There would be no one in this area that didn't know him, so he felt comfortable. Tasuki was softly snoring, so he took the reins and lead the other horse up the mountain that had at one time been his home. As the scenery shifted he found himself entering through one of the gardens. That was one of the things he loved about this place, you never came in or got out the same way, but once inside, could find your way easily. Tasuki stirred.
"Huh, wha..."
"We're on mount Taikyoku Tas-chan." Chichiri said quietly. The peaceful moment was shattered with a shout.
"Chichiri!" A young man ran from one of the buildings as the two dismounted. His lavender hair waved in the breeze as he came and slammed into Chichiri in a rough hug. The monk laughed and hugged him back. Tasuki felt a spurt of jealously, but suppressed it as he saw the hug was not sensual in nature.
"Omoi, it's good to be back."
"I missed ya buddy." They looked at each other, Tasuki noting that the other one was slightly taller than his lover. Then he turned toward the bandit and embraced him as well.
"Thank you Tasuki." He whispered.
"Huh?"
"For making him happy. For giving him a reason to live once more." Blue eyes stared into his own and he felt the lavender haired one pull away.
"My name is Omoi, welcome to Taikyoku-zan. I will be your host for the remainder of your stay." Chichiri grinned.
"How'd you manage that no da?" Omoi winked at him.
"Taitsukun lets me do a lot of stuff, since I died for this to happen." Tasuki reeled.
"You, you're dead?" Omoi laughed.
"Hell no. I was reincarnated long before, ano, it's hard to explain. I'll let Chichiri do it for ya later. It has to do with the fact that time as we know it does not exist. Needless to say I'm very much alive and plan to be so until my next incarnation, after this ceremony is over."
"But why? I mean, what do you get out of this?"
"Tas-chan, shh.." Chichiri urged as Nyan-nyans led their horses away. Omoi shook his head.
"Because I love you, both of you, all of you, with all my heart and soul. I am the guardian of those blessed by Suzaku and all who associate with them. I usually do not participate so much, but as it is..."
"Omoi!"
"Taitsukun!"
"What have I told you about that big mouth of yours?"
"That it catches too many flies?"
"That's right, and what are we going to do about it?"
"Keep it closed while in the presence of those who don't need to know."
"That is correct, guardian. Now, come with me, we have much to discuss."
"Yes mother." Taitsukun turned and smacked Omoi upside the head.
"I'm not your mother, you're almost as old as I am so act your age." Omoi nodded, then stuck out his tongue at her back before grinning at the two seishi and loping off after her.
"The Nyan-nyans will take care of your things, Chichiri, your room is ready." Were his last words to the two before he and Taitsukun disappeared. Tasuki turned to his mask-less partner.
"You sure have some weird friends Chiri." If anything, his smile widened.
"Hai no da! Come on, let's go!" Grabbing his mate's hand Chichiri raced across the gardens, through a lounge, past a group of monks deeply meditating, over a hill and into a small building of no more than rooms. The first was obviously a place to entertain visitors, the second a small but adequate kitchen off of which a large bathroom was
situated. The toilet had it's own, small space in the second story, next to two rooms, one the master that took up almost the entire floor, the second a guest room with two bunks. The entire house was connected to a chapel by means of a hallway. It was a temple to Suzaku, that much was obvious, and there were nine homes connected about the perimeter, some larger, one smaller than the one they were in.
"Hey, Chiri."
"Yes?"
"Who lives in those houses?" Tasuki pointed to the ones adjacent from
the temple. Chichiri came and stood by him and pointed out the houses while naming them.
"That one directly across from us is Mitsukake's, the one beside it is Chiriko's. Then there is Suzaku's home while he chooses to stay here, followed by Omoi's. Going the other way is Nuriko's and Hotohori's, then Miaka and Tamahome's."
"Theirs is the biggest out of all of them...."
"It's because they always have so many children na no da."
"Who's is the last one?"
"That's Kurayami's home. He is the one who makes sure our parents meet." Tasuki stared hard at the mage.
"They go to all that trouble, just to make sure we have the right parents?"
"Yes Tasuki, they do."
"Do I have my own home?"
"You're in it no da." Chichiri held back a chuckle.
"I thought this was your place."
"It is." Realization dawned on Tasuki.
"You mean they knew?"
"Hai no da."
"Did you know?"
"Iie. I only found out a couple of minutes ago."
"Huh?"
"Omoi told me when he hugged me."
"But he didn't say anything like that...."
"Not with his mouth silly. With his mind no da."
"Who's silly?" Tasuki pouted. Chichiri smiled and embraced the younger man.
"We both are. Let's get dressed."
"Sorry to sound like a broken record, but, huh?"
"The ceremony will start in less than two hours, and I want to have a bath first."
"I thought the ceremony wouldn't start until tomorrow."
"Not that one. If it is to work we must pledge our lives to each other."
"Didn't we do that?"
"This is in front of Taitsukun, Omoi and Suzaku, Tas-chan. This will not only bind us in this life time, but in every other as well." The bandit looked at the monk, his expression grave.
"What's wrong Tasuki?" Chichiri looked up into amber eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"About what no da?"
"Do you really want to spend your entire life, every life, with me?"
"Hai, I do."
"Why? I, I'm just a lowlife bandit for fuck's sake! I mean, I don't have a penny to my name, I'm not that loving a person, I curse a hell of a lot too much, I'm rude, crude, and I'm not even that good to look at! How could you, demean yourself, so much?" Chichiri squeezed harder.
"It's no blow to my life to have someone as open and big hearted, as honest, as loving, as wonderful as you as my mate Tasuki."
"But..."
"No buts. I. Love. You. Tasuki. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I want to be with you."
"But..." Chichiri's face fell and he pulled away slightly.
"Unless, you don't want me...is that it?" Tasuki looked stunned.
"N, no! Fuck no Chiri! I luv ya so much it hurts to leave you even for a second. It's as though you are the other half of me, I can't, I couldn't stand being without ya..."
"Hmm, good."
"Did you really mean all that?"
"Well, not to mention the mind blowing sex..." Tasuki fell to the floor twitching.
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One hour later to the minute the two young men stood in the grand hall on mount Taikyoku. The Nyan-nyans had attacked, leaving them both dressed for royalty, or, in this case, a god. Chichiri stood next to Tasuki, smiling in his splendour. The monk was dressed in a multilayered robe, giving the effect of him not drowning in but being one with a tranquil mountain pool. The greens and blues and whites of his robe shifted as he turned to look at the taller man. Tasuki had to admit that he looked good. He too, had been dressed up, though his robes were not as flowing nor quite as long. The oranges, reds, yellows of his robe were set off by the gold jewellery and ruby earrings that the
Nyan-nyans had put all over him.
"Oi, Chichiri." Tasuki sounded surprised.
"Hai no da?" The monk's voice was soft, warm.
"When did ya get yer ears pierced?" Chichiri chuckled.
"I've had them pierced since I was little no da. I just don't wear earrings that often. This is a special occasion." The bandit moved closer to embrace the smaller man.
"Seishi!"
"Taitsukun!" Tasuki hid behind Chichiri, who smiled at the yang representing deity.
"Are you two ready?" They nodded. Omoi appeared and separated the two by standing in between them.
�What are you doing?" Tasuki hissed.
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this!" The mage laughed, then lead the two warriors of Suzaku to the centre of the hall, following Taitsukun's lead. They paused, and Omoi turned to face both of them.
"Blessed be." He went to stand beside Taitsukun, and started chanting along with her. A bright red light began to fill the room, blindingly painful and yet holding bliss it solidified into the form of a fiery young man that both had seen only once before. Chichiri knelt and Tasuki followed his lead.
"Suzaku-sama...."
"Welcome, phoenix god of the south, how is it with you?" Taitsukun asked.
"It is well. I perceive there is a meaning behind this Taitsukun?"
"There is."
"Well then, let us proceed."
"Let us." The god moved first to Omoi.
"Know that you have served me well, and your wish will be granted." Tears shone in the large blue eyes as the monk bowed before his god and kissed his feet.
"Thank you, Suzaku-sama. Thank-you." The god lifted his follower from the floor and kissed him.
"Thank-you." He released the monk, who stood with tears of joy streaming unashamedly down his face to stand before the two seishi. He looked to Tasuki first.
"You who are my star. Tasuki. Your light shines brightly with the passion only fire can contain. Continue to be a light unto others, and know that you have the favour of your god." Tasuki felt his arm burn and knew his symbol was blazing. He bowed.
"Suzaku-sama." The god turned to Chichiri.
"As deep as the well you are named for, Chichiri. Calm, you bring balance to my seishi, thank you. May your purity last until the end of time." Chichiri gasped and Tasuki could see a bright red light from his knee.
"Know, both of you, that you are blessed, and that I bless this union. May you be forever joined of your own free will. Tasuki, do you accept this joining?"
"Hai. I do."
"And do you Chichiri, accept this joining?"
"I do, with all of my heart."
"Do you, guardian of my beloved, approve of this joining?"
"I do."
"And do you, Taitsukun, approve?"
"I do."
"Then let it be known that my seishi Chichiri and Tasuki are one throughout all of time." A great bell pealed, and Suzaku embraced the two men. When he let go, they both had the other's symbol glowing, though the second was more yellow in tone than the original. Before the last echo of the bell faded, he was gone.
"Well, now it's off to the nuptial chambers." Taitsukun grinned and disappeared. Omoi, still grinning like an idiot, came to the two seishi, their symbols glowing on his body as well.
"If you two will follow me..." They did, Tasuki being the first to speak up.
"Ah, what are these, uh, nuptial chambers."
"They are the room in which you will consummate your relationship." Chichiri coughed.
"We've, already done so." Omoi shook his head.
"This joining is witnessed by the gods."
"A freaking peep show?"
"No, no, nothing like that!"
"Then what?"
"It's just that, in that room, you two will be joined through your souls. Neither of you will be incarnated without the other, and you will know each other no matter what else you happen to forget between lives."
"But why no da? Why can't we go to our home?" Omoi flushed.
"Ah, the room has been prepared, it melds the souls together. All the spells have been set up, and all four gods recognize that and have placed their power their."
"All four? Why not just Suzaku." Omoi smiled and patted Tasuki's head.
"The four are friends, they all care about each other very much, and it hurts them to see their seishi having to fight. There were never supposed to be two mikos at once. That was an accident. Suzaku and Seiryuu cried for days."
"They did?"
"Yes, they did. Now off you two go! I don't want to see either of you again until your auras hit of the other!"
"Where is this room."
"Right behind you!" Omoi opened the door with a flick of his hand and pushed them in with the other.
"Daaaaaaa!"
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Omoi smiled as he walked towards his home. They were almost there. He had worked, hard, for the past thirty years to get to this point. Born into a very religious family, he had found out early on that he was different. Then, when Kutou raids had begun, at the age of five, Omoi had fought back. His body lit up with the symbols of the seishi, of Suzaku, and he had been sent to Taitsukun. Growing up on mount Taikyoku
had been wonderful, and Omoi was an eager student, so by the time Chichiri - then Houjun - had arrived, he had been more than ready for his responsibilities. Tears began to mist over his eyes as he thought of the two seishi twining together at this very moment, wishing he could do the same, but knowing that, at least for this lifetime, he would be
alone. That was his punishment. He stood stock still as the first wave of sensation washed over him. He could feel whatever the shichi could, and thereby was with them at all times, even in death, and now....
Blushing the monk rushed back to his room and tried hard to block out his connection to Chichiri and Tasuki. It didn't work, and his blush deepened. How long could they maintain that?
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Tasuki lay wrapped up in Chichiri's arms. Completely and fully satisfied. Sated beyond belief. A slight vibration caused him to look at the form in his embrace.
"What is it?" Chichiri chuckled again.
"You're broadcasting no da. It's nice."
"Huh?"
"Your aura is showing your feelings very well."
"Hmm. I have good cause."
"I should hope so. I don't think I'll be able to move for a couple of days." Tasuki sat up quickly, dragging the monk with him to look in his mahogany eye.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Chichiri smiled.
"No. I'm just very, very tired." He yawned. "No da." Tasuki smiled.
"Hmmm. Sleep then."
"Hai. You should to..." Caught up in the warmth of one another, they drifted to dreamland.
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"Finally!" The shout from the small home near the Suzaku temple went
unheeded in the early morning light.
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