My first FY fic. ^^ Please be nice and review it.
Oh, and by the way, I don't own the characters, so please don't sue me.
You'll note that my timeline is a little bit confusing, so let's just put that this fic is in a alternative timeline and that's it. o_O (like, in this timeline, the bandits of Mt.Reikaku don't go to the war between Konan and Kutou). Gomen ne ^^
~ mana-chan ~ ^.^
I used to know you...
Prologue
It's been what ? Eight, nine months ? I surely wouldn't know. I barely realized it had passed so much time since he left. Somehow, now that I come to think of it, it feels like years have passed since then. Just like a few seconds would do, tricking me as the fool I am.
I can't tell if all this time that passed me by has changed me at all. I feel like I'm my usual self. The others just stare at me and babble about how I've become mature so fast. People tend to evolve, don't they ? I wonder it so. I wonder if he has changed as well. Such a long time...
It is unusually quiet without him here. Even though it's been almost a year, I still couldn't get used to the silence. He couldn't stand it either. He'd just start whistling, or singing the first dumb song that'd come to his mind. I'd tell him to shut up, and then he'd say I could just go straight to hell. Sometimes we exchanged a few punches because of that.
I thought that after this red-headed fella of mine had left I couldn't make it being the leader alone. It was the best for everyone, so he said. He had to serve as a seishi loyal to the Priestess of Suzaku. I was astonished at how that fanged-boy who usually didn't care for anything suddenly became responsible towards his duties. Was it fate ? Hell, I don't believe in a stupid thing such as 'meant to be'. All of us, every single bandit from this group, we all knew that one day Genrou would leave. He is so much like a restless bird, always trying to break through his cage. I predicted that.
Friendship wasn't too much of strong tie. He'd have stayed here if that was true. Suddenly I realized I was being the same ol' self centered Kouji. I was hurt like hell for the inside, but wanting to be as tough as I could to him, I wasn't able to cry. At least not in front of Genrou.
I've heard, everywhere our group traveled, about the adventures of the Priestess and her seishis. Our Genrou became suddenly known all over as Tasuki. He was no longer Genrou.
Genrou had died, but no one ever knew about the burial.
Oh, and by the way, I don't own the characters, so please don't sue me.
You'll note that my timeline is a little bit confusing, so let's just put that this fic is in a alternative timeline and that's it. o_O (like, in this timeline, the bandits of Mt.Reikaku don't go to the war between Konan and Kutou). Gomen ne ^^
~ mana-chan ~ ^.^
I used to know you...
Prologue
It's been what ? Eight, nine months ? I surely wouldn't know. I barely realized it had passed so much time since he left. Somehow, now that I come to think of it, it feels like years have passed since then. Just like a few seconds would do, tricking me as the fool I am.
I can't tell if all this time that passed me by has changed me at all. I feel like I'm my usual self. The others just stare at me and babble about how I've become mature so fast. People tend to evolve, don't they ? I wonder it so. I wonder if he has changed as well. Such a long time...
It is unusually quiet without him here. Even though it's been almost a year, I still couldn't get used to the silence. He couldn't stand it either. He'd just start whistling, or singing the first dumb song that'd come to his mind. I'd tell him to shut up, and then he'd say I could just go straight to hell. Sometimes we exchanged a few punches because of that.
I thought that after this red-headed fella of mine had left I couldn't make it being the leader alone. It was the best for everyone, so he said. He had to serve as a seishi loyal to the Priestess of Suzaku. I was astonished at how that fanged-boy who usually didn't care for anything suddenly became responsible towards his duties. Was it fate ? Hell, I don't believe in a stupid thing such as 'meant to be'. All of us, every single bandit from this group, we all knew that one day Genrou would leave. He is so much like a restless bird, always trying to break through his cage. I predicted that.
Friendship wasn't too much of strong tie. He'd have stayed here if that was true. Suddenly I realized I was being the same ol' self centered Kouji. I was hurt like hell for the inside, but wanting to be as tough as I could to him, I wasn't able to cry. At least not in front of Genrou.
I've heard, everywhere our group traveled, about the adventures of the Priestess and her seishis. Our Genrou became suddenly known all over as Tasuki. He was no longer Genrou.
Genrou had died, but no one ever knew about the burial.
