The Impossible Fic (a.k.a. Tamahome/Suboshi)

By Tamahome no Fujo and Jojo Stix (a.k.a. the absolutely insane duo of hyper fangirls)

Disclaimers: The characters in this story don't belong to us. They belong to Watase Yuu. We're students = no money. So if you sue us, you won't get anything. We have no money. Oh and this story will be a yaoi one. So if male/male situations bother you...don't read this..it is after all a Tamahome/Suboshi fic)

Note: Tamahome's real name is Sou Kishuku, Suboshi's real name is Bu Shunkaku, and Amiboshi's real name is Bu Koutoku.


The day was bright and sunny, well somewhere anyway. But in Konan the rain was coming down as if the very ocean had evaporated. Kishuku's shirt, and everywhere else I might add, was soaking wet as he tended the fields. All the other workers had left long ago, when the rain had started. But Kishuku worked on, ignoring the rain, with thoughts of okane running through his head. Picking up the spade he knelt down and tried to dig a hole in the soft, wet ground. Tried, that is, because well it was no longer dirt...it was mud. After a few moments Kishuku finally gave up, he could just feel the okane slipping from his grasp. But that wasn't the only thing that was slipping. He soon discovered that the mud wasn't very stable.

Blinking, Kishuku looked up from where he had fallen. Looking around he realized he was sitting elbow deep in the wet, cold, and sticky mud. Cursing under his breath, Kishuku struggled to wade out of the mud pit he's fallen into. 'This has just been not my day. Things couldn't get worse." As if to spite Kishuku the rain stopped, leaving him caked in mud.


Shunkaku and his brother, Koutoku, trudged through the rain. Shunkaku tried to peer through the curtain of rain looking for any sings of shelter. Spotting the vague outline of a tree up ahead, Shunkaku urged his brother forward. Reaching the tree, they stopped to rest under the branches.

"Daijobu, aniki?" Shunkaku asked. Koutoku tried to smile but was unable to due to a sudden coughing fit. Rushing over, Shunkaku eased his sick brother down onto the damp ground. Pulling off his shirt, Shunkaku draped it over Amboshi. Sitting down next to him, Shunkaku hugged his brother in an attempt to keep him warm. (NO not like that you hentai. This is a Tamahome/Suboshi fic!)

Sitting there, Shunkaku thought back over the last couple of years. He and his brother had spent most of their time wandering from village to village. Occasionally, they would fin some compassionate soul who would take them in for a while. But invariably, they would move on. Many times they left not by choice but rather because their presence brought fear to some of the villagers. Their strange powers were not welcomed by others and the few people who weren't afraid of them were outnumbered by those who were.

Shunkaku's thoughts were interrupted by another coughing fit from Koutoku. This time the coughing didn't stop. Koutoku coughed one last time and passed out. Shunkaku felt his link with his brother weakening. Panicking, Shunkaku grabbed his brother and prayed that he could find help in time.


As Kishuku trudged home, he used every curse word he could think of. He was wet and covered in mud. After he had pulled himself out of the mud, the mud had started to dry and crack off. But the gods were not smiling on Kishuku, for just as the mud faunal dried, it began to rain yet again. Lost in his thoughts and bemoaning his condition, Kishuku failed to notice the oddly shaped figure running towards him.

Shunkaku struggled to keep the unconscious Koutoku balanced over his shoulders. One of Koutoku's arms wound itself around his head, making it quite difficult to see. Just as he was faunal able to get Koutoku's arm out of his face he ran into a large blob of mud. But it couldn't be mud because it was swearing. The mud covered thing tripped, sending Shunkaku and Koutoku tumbling to the ground.

"What the hell is it now?" Kishuku asked angrily. Looking down at the people who had run into him. One of them, a young man, didn't move from where he'd fallen. The other, looking exactly like the first one, jumped up and crouched over him. For a second, Kishuku was afraid that he'd hurt the unconscious boy.

Shunkaku turned around after he checked his brother. And promptly screamed.

"Ahhhhhh!! Its an obake!!" Shunkaku screamed. Suddenly the mud blob jumped foreword and grabbed him.

"Shut up! Who the hell do you think you're calling an obake?" Kishuku asked angrily. The rain, which had been only moderate before suddenly turned into a full fledged downpour. The mud on Kishuku's face started to wash off and Shunkaku realized that there was actually a guy underneath all that mud.

"Gomen nasai! Please you must help my aniki! He's sick and needs to see a doctor. If I don't get help right away he might die!" Shunkaku said. Normally Kishuku would ask for money but the pleading looking in the boy's eyes cut straight to Kishuku's heart. Letting go Shunkaku, Kishuku picked up the other boy. Shunkaku's shirt slid off and fell to the ground. Shunkaku hurried off after Kishuku, the shirt forgotten.


TnF: That was a pretty mean place to leave it at.
Jojo: I know *evil grin* they'll just have to wait for the next part.
TnF: You mean we're writing another part?
Jojo: Of course...you outlined the whole thing. Remember?
TnF: Oh, yeah. So when are we going to write it?
Jojo: After you get part 3 of "The Rebirth of Hope" (shameless plug) typed up.
TnF: Yeah yeah yeah.