Disclaimer: I will state this once, and only once. Fushigi Yugi and all its related stuffums belongs and is copyrighted to Yu Watase. So don't sue me. I still need to pay for college you know.

A/N: Spoilers for the OAV's (or OVA's, dunno which is right). You'll note if you've seen Oni, that it doesn't really tell you much about what Kai-Ka has been doing in the time since he lost his memories. I guess it has been a few years, maybe less. Personally I don't give much credit to Oni, as I find it rather disappointing that Yui of all people became the next Genbu no Miko and summoned her god after gathering a mere two celestial warriors incarnate within the span of an episode or two, not to mention that Watase- sama did not write them in the first place. Anywho, the premise is what happens to Kai-Ka/Amiboshi. I am dedicated to that particular bishie, so expect some fluff, however minor. Kai-Ka's POV.

Yume no Fue
Chapter 1-Kizuna
By Chibi Hanyou

"Kai-Ka? You can give it a rest son, I'm sure your mother has dinner ready by now." His father said, smiling proudly at him from beside their wagon. Kai-Ka nodded and shouldered the tool he had been using, patting down the cloth he had tied over his head. He could hear some of the other men talking to his father as he gathered his few things.

"Still working, eh? I wish I had a son that worked half that hard!" One man said in a deep, booming voice. Kai-Ka's father beamed at the praise and went into his usual bragging over his son. It embarrassed him a little, but it made his father happy, and he would do anything to make his parents happy. He didn't know much about his past until his adopted family had found him washed up in the river, but he was aware that they had lost their first son, the original Kai-Ka.

"Plus, he's the handsomest man in the village!" He heard his father say. Kai-Ka almost blushed, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly as he smiled disarmingly. Both of his parents were urging him to marry soon, but he hadn't really met any of the girls in the village that he took a fancy too. Plus he was only eighteen. He still had some time left.

"Oto-san. . ." He said, ducking his head humbly. He wasn't worthy of all this praise, though he received it often. His father chuckled to himself and motioned for his son to join him on the cart to head home. Kai- Ka stored his belongings in the back and put his hands on the side of the cart, preparing to swing himself up when he thought he heard something. /Aniki. . ./ He heard.

His head turned and he listened intently. It had been a very soft and urgent voice, but he couldn't hear anything now. Shaking it off, he clambered nimbly into his seat. Maybe he was just hearing voices on the wind. It was nothing to concern himself with anyway, but his heart felt tight and empty, as if he were supposed to remember something. Kai-Ka frowned and dismissed the thought at once. He was happy here, wasn't he? What more did he need? He was quiet for a while as they made their way down the path towards home.

"Hello there Jua-san! Kai-Ka!" He heard an excited voice calling his name. He recognized that voice, didn't he? He raised his head to look around through his bright blue eyes. There was a young woman on the side of the path, a basket filled with what looked like items from the marketplace in her hands. She had light, honey-brown hair that hung to her waist, but was pulled back into a tight braid, leaving on a few wispy bangs to frame her face. She had gold-green eyes that caught the fading afternoon light. That was funny, but he'd never noticed that her eyes caught light that way.

"Ah, hello there Rekki!" His father said. Kai-Ka blinked, trying to get himself out of his daze. Who. . . oh yes, Rekki. She was a girl from the village. One of the girls he was going to pick a bride from. He remembered now. She was one of the quieter girls, who was fond of spending time day-dreaming and wandering about. Not that it was a bad thing. Rekki nodded in acknowledgement to his father, and he was dazing into space when he felt his father tap his shoulder.

"Oh! Gomen, Rekki. Hello." He said, trying to recover from his surprise. He must seem rude not to even offer even a greeting. The girl smiled and dipped her head again. Kai-Ka looked up when he heard his father speak again.

"Back from the market, Rekki? Do you need a ride?" He asked. The girl smiled again. It was a funny expression, as if she were keeping a secret to herself and she wasn't going to tell. It quirked at the corner's of her mouth that way. She shook her head slowly.

"I can make it back to my home all right, but thank you for the offer Jua-san! Ja mata Kai-Ka!" She called, smiling once more before trotting off in another direction, the basket swinging merrily behind her in time to the swishing of her skirts and braid. Kai-Ka watched her go absently until he heard the horse move again and his father speak.

"Rekki is growing into a fine young woman, Kai-Ka, have you noticed?" His father asked. Kai-Ka tried to focus on the words. He felt detached from the earthly world somehow. Light-headed and almost spiritual.

"Hai. . . I mean. . . iie." He stuttered out. Jua smiled knowingly and waved a hand knowingly.

"You're already eighteen, Kai-Ka. Of age to marry and start your own family you know. You should start getting to know some of the village girls. Rekki, for example." His father said, trying to nudge Kai-Ka into a marriage. He nodded and put on an agreeable face.

"I'll try, Oto-san." He said, and that seemed to satisfy Jua. Kai- Ka was silent for the rest of the trip, deep in thought on many a subject until they ground to a stop at the house.

"Son, would you stable the horse? I'll go make sure dinner is ready." He heard his father say. He nodded instantly in assent and dropped down to take the reins from his father's hands. The man clapped him on the back heartily before disappearing into the stucco house. Kai-Ka untied the brown cloth from around his head and shook out his hair before leading the old mare towards the small barn. The voice from before was still nagging him, and he didn't know why.

Once he had stabled the elderly horse and given her some food, he prepared to return to the house. He could already smell his mother's cooking from here. Kai-Ka was prepared to do just that when he thought he heard something again. He paused, straining his ears to catch the voice. /-ki. . . Aniki. . ./ He stiffened. Who was that? /Don't you know me, Aniki?/ The voice whispered. Kai-Ka felt a soft brush at his mind.

Memories. so many memories came flooding back to him. He gripped the side of the barn for support, reeling until he fell against the barn, his eyes wide open. He remembered now. Everything. . . Yui. . . Seiryu. . . Suboshi. . . Flute. . . Miaka. . . and. . . his name was Amiboshi. . . Seiryu shichi seishi Amiboshi. Each aspect of his life flashed through his mind in an instant, leaving him stunned. Suboshi had made him forget! Why had he. . . he loved Yui? Amiboshi turned and pressed his forehead to the side of the barn, reassuring himself that everything was still real.

/Do you remember me now, Aniki?/ Suboshi asked, for that was who it was. What was he doing? What had happened? /I died. . . Aniki. . . I died. . ./ His twin murmured. There was another brush on his mind before the sight of his twin's death unfolded before his eyes. His brother's memories. Tears spilled out from his eyes soundlessly as he watched; a viewer who could do nothing to change it. /Don't cry for me, Aniki. I made the choice. There was nothing you could have done. . ./ Suboshi said. Amiboshi pulled himself together and stood up.

"Why do you come to me now Suboshi? What is it?" Amiboshi queried to the air in front of him. He knew that his brother would not return his memories simply to trouble him. There had to be an important reason. /I need your help, Aniki. . . Yui-sama will be in trouble. . . and so will the Suzaku shichi seishi. . . will you help me?/ Suboshi asked. Amiboshi nodded immediately. He would do anything for his twin. He cared for him more than anything, having raised him all alone. For Suboshi he would even leave this peaceful place.

"I'll help you, Suboshi. . ." He said firmly. He could feel his twin's gratitude before he felt a stirring in his soul. The part that had returned to him upon Suboshi's death. Amiboshi knew what he had to do now. He wordlessly re-entered the barn and rummaged under one of the hay bales in the loft. Right where he knew it to be was the small leather case. He drew it out and snapped the lid, pulling it open to reveal the clothing he had worn when he had attacked the Suzaku shichi seishi.

Amiboshi changed quickly and tucked his reed flute into his waist band. For some reason his clothes had been mended. Maybe, just maybe his adopted parents had known that he would leave one day, but he had never thought it would be so painful. Suboshi was silent, giving him some moments of peace to collect his thoughts. His footsteps were leaden as he approached the house. He could hear his parent's voices inside.

"Where's Kai-Ka?" His mother asked, worried about him. She shouldn't be. . . he wasn't worth worrying over, not with what he was about to do to them, these people he had called mother and father.

"Still at the barn I believe." His father said, trying to reassure his wife. He had trust in his adopted son. . . he shouldn't, not with what he was about to do to them, the people who had sheltered him and loved him as their son.

At that moment, he entered the doorway. His eyes were blank, devoid of any emotion but regret for leaving them. His parents took in the sight of his clothes and he heard rather than saw a bowl drop to the floor and roll. His father stood up, a look of disbelief on his aging face.

"Kai-Ka. . ." He said, voice breaking, his hand outstretched as if to hold him there, keep him there. Amiboshi looked at them, trying to convey his regret and sorrow with his eyes. He knew that if he spoke, if he tried to explain, that he would never be able to leave them.

"Be careful, Kai-Ka! Be careful!" His mother said softly, shaking. He bit his lip, and turned away, trying to leave before he lost his resolve. "BE CAREFUL, KAI-KA!" She shrieked after him, beseeching him to return even though her words did not convey that. He paused, but managed to break into a run, his figure disappearing into the night, leaving a trail of silent tears behind him, leaving behind his mother's sobbing face and his crestfallen father.

/I'm so sorry. . . Aniki. . . /

A/N: Yume no Fue, literally translated, means Flute of Dreams. Since I don't think Kai-Ka's parents were ever named, I took a liberty with the name 'Jua' for his father. Please review and be on the lookout for my newest chapter that will be entitled Shi, or Death. Look below for some simple translations if you need them.

Yume no Fue/Flute of Dreams

Kizuna/Bond

Hai/Yes

Iie/No

Ja Mata/See You Later

-San/Honorific

Aniki/Big Brother

Oto-san/Father