As he lay dying in the streets of the modern world, images flashed through Suboshi's head. Yui-sama, his brother, Nakago, the bloody bodies of an old man and four small children, Yui-sama, the Priestess of Suzaku cowering in fear, his brother, Tomo's dead body, Nakago, Yui-sama Yui-sama-
did it all for her, made the priestess of Suzaku and her warriors suffer, killed in her name, did whatever it took to make her happy and avenge her and
Yui wasn't raped! the priestess of Suzaku's voice screamed in his head. Lies! That girl made Yui-sama suffer, she deserved to be punished! No, Yui wasn't raped, please listen to me, she wasn't, she
wasn't.
I love her.
Suboshi...
Amiboshi smiling, playing his flute, promising to return after his mission in Konan, Amiboshi's messages scratched into his arm, the loss of their link that day
brother, BROTHER!
An eye for an eye, Tamahome's family needed to die, but did they? Amiboshi had been alive, safe and well all that time. I'm sorry I didn't come back, I didn't mean to forget about you.
They never killed him.
never killed him
Darkness was setting in, he couldn't breathe, pain in every part of him. Yui's face, looking down at him in abject horror. Amiboshi's eyes, disappointed and saddened. All for nothing, everything he'd done in their names was worthless.
"Y...Yui-sama..." Oh Seiryuu it burned. "B...brother..."
Their images became a blur, and the world around him faded into blackness.