Rating: PG
Warnings:
Er…a little
OOC…maybe. Oh, and shounen ai.
Couple:
K+T (sorry
Johnny!!!! *runs and hides *…er…long story. Tasuki + Miaka fan…aw, darn, now I
already ruined the story. Well, it's pretty obvious anyway.)
Other
Notes: Er…what
else can I say? First romance FY fic. Very surreal. Enjoy nonetheless. It's a
KoujiXTasuki.
Sometimes
he wondered what happened.
It
had been two long, lonely years. He had given up on questioning. Now all he did
was wonder.
There
was a time he didn't have to question, to wonder, or to hurt. There was a time
things were simple and his heart was reassured.
Then
the Fire of his soul was there, every day. To hear the steady stream of curses
in the morning as his Fire awoke, to hear the soft snoring late at night. To
run his fingers through hair spun out of flames. To see those beautiful, wild
eyes glint with mischief. That rough voice laugh with the effects of too much
sake. The stench of alcohol, and the good-natured ribbing and joking that was
his flame.
And
he loved it all.
And
because he loved it all he let it all go.
Because
of that mark on his arm. That mark that he would sometimes trace
absentmindedly, the two of them sitting in solitude…just him and his Flame. And
how he loved that mark, it was as much a part of his Flame as fire itself. And
he also hated it, knowing that the very Suzaku-given mark will take his Flame
away, and leave him in the cold. But he still loved it, because it was part of
his Flame. He loved everything about his Flame.
The
rough laughter, the soothing voice. The warmth, the smell of alcohol and the
snoring.
His
Flame.
Always
will be his Flame. Even Suzaku couldn't challenge that.
The
bandit closed his eyes in defeat.
But
things change. He should know that. He scolded himself for not knowing that. He
scolded himself…
He
saw the mark he both hated and loved. He should have known.
His
Flame would leave him in the cold. It wasn't meant to last forever.
But
he just didn't expect it to be so soon. So terribly, terribly soon. They had
come, and like the wind sweeps leaves from the branches, they had taken him
away.
His
Flame had left him in the cold. Before he knew it, he was left alone in the
desolate cold known as life.
But
he had faith that his Flame would return. Such a naive child, staring
desolately out the window, wishing upon a star in the cold. Longing for his
Flame, with such faith that his Flame would return.
A
harsh laugh escaped cold lips. His Flame did return, in body with that stupid
mark. His Flame wasn't his anymore, though. He didn't know who's it was…his
Flame belonged to another. Suzaku, maybe? Another man to love? Maybe another
woman? Another being…maybe his Flame now belonged to the sun, or to the wind.
All
he knew is his Flame drifted away and back again, riding on the winds of
destiny. Winds which were turbulent for his Flame, because of the mark.
Silence
soon overtook his world. Silence filled with obnoxious snores that challenged
the peaceful solitude of the night.
The
blue-haired man shook his head, chuckling wryly to himself. Why did he let
himself feel like that?
He
had faith in his Flame.
His
Flame was just finding his way.
His
Flame would return. Very soon.
The
harsh laughter, mischievous eyes, the smell of sake and constant cursing would
return to him soon.
His
Flame was just finding his way, looking for a place to set afire.
Little
did his Flame know he had found that place long, long ago.
Inside
him. Inside the scarred, blue-haired bandit his Flame whispered, danced, shone
so bright.
His
Flame would be here soon…and he would hold his flame close to his chest, as he
did before in another lifetime…
"Come
home to me." He whispered.
_
Somewhere,
underneath a starry sky in a traveler's ground…a flame stirred in his peaceful
sleep.
