A/N: This takes place after the OVA, when Tamahome and Miaka are returned to their world, and Tasuki and Chichiri are left behind as the only living. This has REALLY light shounen-ai, so please don't kill me because I warned you. ^_^;; And, Fushigi Yuugi doesn't belong to me. But I wish it did. Okay, I'm done. ^_^;

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I miss them all. Every single one of them. Why did Miaka have to go away from all of us? I know she's with Tamahome, but I really can't ever be sure, because I can't communicate with them any longer. The book is hidden away for another 200 years, and Chichiri and I won't get to see them again. All of the celestial warriors will be reborn. And I can never, ever see any of them again.

Chichiri says I fell in a lake, which might be true, since I'm drenched from head to toe. The railing was rotted wood, and so it was broken off. I must've hit my head on the rocks or something...because I can't even remember it. I vaguely remember Chichiri whispering my name, and he was reviving me from my daze. I almost saw them though. I almost saw Nuriko...and Mitsukake...and well, everyone else that died. Their spirits are continuing to live on...so we can talk from time to time.

I never went back to Mt Reikaku. News that most of them were dead, including Kouji, seemed to reach me quickly. They said that Nakago killed him. I cried after that, because now I had no place to go to. No place to wander...and my best friend was dead. Chichiri comforted me that night, and I decided to travel with him. That way...at least we both weren't lonely. We still had each other, and we still were the last two Suzaku seishi. We weren't alone, not ever. And I could still feel his warmth, where ever we stay.

Chichiri carried me on his back, saying we couldn't rest and wait for me to get dry. Its hard to stop, seeing as its almost nightfall and I'd probably get frozen with the morning frost. I told him so, and he laughed at my stubborness. I don't like when people laugh at me, and I told him so too. Why would he laugh at something like that? My arms held him tighter as I began to slip. Funny how he can be so strong, to carry me all the way. He's weird like that. My head fell on his shoulder, and I almost fall asleep, whispering to him.

I don't really like his mask...why does he need something to hide his emotion? Does it matter that his best friend betrayed him, and because he lost his grip, Chichiri was to blame? I wanted to kill Hikou, as soon as I could. I wanted to see him die. But Chichiri...I don't ever won't him to die. I want him to stay with me forever. And we can wander across the Konan empire, together.

We still see Houki from time to time. I do think that maybe Hotohori really did love Nuriko, because I forget from time to time, and tease her. She doesn't exactly throw me into a wall, but I mostly end up on the floor next to Boshi anyway. Its funny, because that and when you hear her voice, she's exactly like Nuriko. Sweet and kind, never doubting that her husband's death wasn't in vain. I miss the dead so much...Its weird, because thats the only time I'd ever let anyone see me cry. When people died.

But the dead are dead.

And the living are living.