Me: Yayness! Another chapter coming through. I'm officially tied with "Keeping Promises." It kinda seems like a goal…I mean I like a good Fanfiction with a few chapters for light reading, but for a story like this…seems like it's supposed to go beyond just a few chapters.

ATTENTION MIJIKARI RIN: PLEASE FINISH 'FIND YOUR VOICE' OR SO HELP ME…I SHALL SEND MY BUNNY NINJAS ON YOU! CCJR: THE SAME THREAT GOES TO YOU TOO WITH 'HE'S HAVING A BABY'….You two can't just forget about great fics like those two. For everyone else…look them up; they're pretty good fics.

Disclaimer: Sukisyo? Do I own it? *smirks* don't I wish!

Also…Peterclark26…you asked me if Ran and Yoru would be 'paired up'. Your answer: That's for me to know, and for you to find out. :P

Lola: That or he could just read the description in chapter 1. Yes Peterclark26…there is going to be leads that Ran and Yoru fall in love. Renee was planning on making OVA dedicated for the pairing, but thinks she has enough time between now and the end for the two.

Me: Thanks for spoiling the fic, Lola.

Rosie: But it's in the description to Chapter 1…

Me: *grumbles* Yeah. Anything else you want to say to ruin it.

Lola: ….. Someone is going to die. And it's a good character.

Me: O.O Keeping the reader in suspense…I like it.

Lola: Thank you! ^-^ ON WITH THE FIC!

Chapter 9

Uragiri

(Betrayal)

Sunao felt like drifting off into sleep. He knew his body needed it, but now wasn't the time for sleeping. He fought the urges to sleep as he waited for Sora to fall asleep as hard as he could. He played with Sora's bangs and watched him drifting to sleep. Sora grasped Sunao's hand and kissed his fingers. Sunao blushed. "Did I wake you, Kuu-chan?" Sora shook his head as he opened his eyes, revealing those deep blue orbs Sunao absolutely loves.

"I can't sleep," he says. Sunao tilts his head to the side, staring at Sora with a confused expression on his face. Sora smiled. "This is better than any dream," Sora explained, followed by a chuckle as Sunao's blush darkened. Sunao smiled softly. "Go back to sleep," he whispered. "You need it."

Sora wrapped his arms around Sunao's body and pulled the pinkette closer to Sora's body. Sunao gasped when he felt his body pressed against Sora's again. "Only if you promise to not go back down stairs. I don't care if Ran gets mad about this. I'll risk it." Sunao smirked. "He's a lot stronger than you think," he says, "but I'll stay…only until you fall asleep." Sunao said that last part in his thoughts. He snuggled up against Sora's body and closed his eyes. Sora kissed the top of Sunao's head as he allowed his body to shut down for the night, without any idea what is to come.

Sunao bit his lip in order to stay up and holding the tears in. "I do love you," he screamed in his mind, fighting from saying it out loud. "But happiness can't last…it never does. I have to stop this now…before…" he paused. He looked upon the bruise Sora came home with on his cheek. Sunao felt it in his heart that it had something to do with him. He knew it had to have been that, otherwise, Sora would have explained what happened. He knows it was his fault why Sora was hurt. 'Before it becomes much worse than a mere bruise. Please don't think it's because I hate you…don't ever doubt these feelings I have for you. I love you. Thus, why I gave you something that was very precious to me." Sunao moved his body until he was able to kiss Sora on the lips. His eyes began to glow that bright pink again and also on Sora's lips. "Sleep," Sunao whispered in his ear. "Sleep until the sun beams upon thy form. Dream of the times you were at peace, of times you were happy, of times you felt complete. Allow your heart to soar as you slumber. I love you, Sora." The pink glow faded away, and the spell was set. Sunao was finally able to move out of bed without waking his lover. Now he allowed himself to cry, but only for a short time. He has to shut down his emotions; he must ignore the pain he feels in his heart, and continue on to what he intended to do from the beginning.

Sunao struggled dressing himself at the normal rate. His body was still sore from what Sunao believes to be the most wonderful night ever. Sure, he has to deal with the soreness, but nothing too bad. Sunao smirked to himself. "I've been through worse," he mumbles. That may be true…but pain is pain.

He bit onto his lip, holding back the urges to yelp in pain and waking everyone else. He managed to walk out the pain after making it outside to the docks. He stared into the water for a while, wondering how he is going to make it, since he knows he can't swim, and has the deepest fear for water. He could feel his heart skip a beat.

/Flashback/

When Ran pushed Sunao into the river, he panicked. He felt water filling his lungs. Everything was getting darker…there was no light at the end of his tunnel…just more darkness. He reached out above him as he sank, but there was nothing there, but a hopeless attempt. 'Putting me out of my misery,' Sunao thought. 'Like there was a chance of survival. The wounds are too deep…" He closed his eyes in submission, accepting death to this moment. His eyelids grew heavier by the second as his body went numb.

/End Flashback/

He shook his head rapidly, trying to erase the thoughts away. "It's not a matter of choice," he concluded to himself. He sat on his knees, his hands wandered around for something…anything he could use as a tool. His fingers brushed against a small twig. He broke the twig in half and used the new pointed side to prick his hand…deep enough for the blood to seep through his skin. He dipped his hand in the water, allowing his blood to flow through. The water began to change to the bright lights from before. He stood up, looking into the water with determination.

He smirked. "You're here…so now what," he asked. He turned around, seeing the little black cat he grew found of. He smiled. "You have to let me go," he said. "You have to promise me that you won't tell Ran or Kuniye where I am at this moment…do you understand me, Chou." The whined as it curled up against Sunao's body. "I'm going to miss you too," he said, "But I'll visit when this is over. This isn't goodbye forever." The cat looked up to Sunao with sad eyes. "You don't believe me, do you? You're young, but you understand the risks of facing Aizawa. He is capable of killing me…but…I'm not as frail as I presumed to be during my time here." The cat snuggled up against her cousin, as if she was saying goodbye. Sunao held her up close to him.

"I'm glad I finally got to meet you, Chou," he said. "You'll be just as strong as your mother if you continue to work hard." He kissed the top of the cat's head and placed her down. Chou had tears coming down her eyes. Chou mewed again and again for Sunao, but he didn't listen to her. He turned back around, now facing the edge of the docks again before jumping into the water. Chou watched through her cat eyes as Sunao and the bright lights disappeared.

Chou reacted quickly and raced to the Hashiba's House. As she ran, her body changed shapes. She returned back to her original form, wearing light blue gown with white laces at the bottom, completely barefooted. She paid no attention to how she stepped on so many rocks and twigs; she was totally focused on getting there quickly. As she finally made it to the porch, she began to kick and pound on the door as hard as she could. "SORA-KUN," she screamed. "YORU! RAN! SOMEONE HELP, PLEASE!"

From the other side of the door, Ran still lay in the pallet, but stirred. He turned over to his side. "Five more minutes, Nao," he grumbled.

Chou overheard her other cousin and growled at his stupidity. "RAN! OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE! SUNAO'S GONE AND HE'S GOING TO FIGHT AIZAWA! DO YOU HEAR ME! SUNAO IS IN DANGER!"

Ran sat up, wiping the sleep in his eyes. "Hold on," he groaned, not really hearing what his little cousin was screaming about. He slowly got up and stumbled to the door, slightly still sleeping. He looked through the peephole and saw Chou crying, looking up to the door. "Who are you," he asked. Considering that she was a small child, Ran didn't find her as a threat. He opened the door for her, but apparently wasn't fast enough. Chou pushed the door open as fast as she could, knocking her poor cousin off his feet and falling back on his rump. Chou raced over to him. "Are you okay, Ran," she asked. Ran groaned in pain. "Why me," he asked. He then turned his attention away from the pain and to the small girl, looking down to him. "Now who are you," he asked. "I'm Chou Sato," she answered sternly, sounding more like her older sister than her. "The youngest child of Hoshimi Fujimori." Ran smiled to himself as he lifted himself up. "So she had another child," he said. Chou nodded her head. Ran then saw her foot was scratched up and bloody. He gasped, "What happened to you?"


Sunao was back in Aizawa's lair, only this time he finds that he isn't the only victim of Aizawa. Silent tears fell down his eyes as what he sees before him.

/Flashback/

Sunao was about the age of thirteen when he first saw her. She was about ten. He found her in the village outside his kingdom. She was a homeless child with a small babe in her arms. She was sitting against the tree as she tried to calm the baby down. She had short white hair and bright red eyes. She was dressed in rags, not even fitting to keep her warm, but she didn't seem to care how she was; her entire focus was to keep the baby boy warm. He approached her. He knelt down to her level, so she wouldn't be afraid of him, not really working so much. She trembled before him. "Can I hold him," he asks. She pulls the weeping infant away from Sunao. "Please leave us be," she begs. "I don't want trouble."

"He looks cold," he says. "Maybe I can help him warm up a bit." She was hesitant, but she handed the baby to Sunao. He sat by the girl as wrapped the baby in his arms. "Is this your child," he asks as he pulls the black cape he wore and used it as a blanket for the girl. She shook her head. "He's my baby brother," she says.

"He looks hungry," he says. She nodded that time. "I couldn't find anything for him to eat all day."

"What about you," he asks.

"He has to come first," she says. "True," he answered, "but if you die of starvation, who does he have left?" She looked down to the ground sadly. He stands up, now facing the girl. "Come with me," he says, loaning his hand out to her as he held the baby in his other arm. She stared at him with such confusion. "What," she asked in disbelief. Sunao looks up to the sky. "It's going to rain soon, and I have to go home. However, I wouldn't feel right if I left you and this baby here to get sick." He looks back down to her. "Come home with me." From the moment she grasped his hand, it began everything.

/A year later/

The girl known as Ayame Tanaka was now living a life of luxury. She and her brother lived with the Fujimori's as knights to be. Sunao and Ayame would spend afternoons sparring together. Sunao taught the girl everything he knew about fighting ever since she stepped in the palace. She was grateful to him, even…idolized him.

She sat on a wooden bench as she watched her master performing katas as she was catching her breath. "You're amazing, Master Fujimori," she panting, struggling to still breathe right.

Sunao smiled. "You think so?" She nodded. As she explained herself, she was pulling her long white hair back into a pony-tail. "You never seem to give up on anything in life. You're strong, courageous, and you handle the sword as if you were born to wield it in your hand. I want to become as great as you, Master! I really do!"

He smirks. "You're not going to learn if you just sit there. Are you Lady Tanaka?" He motivated her to become the best she could be, and even though he never said it, but he was proud of her.

/End Flashback/

"Tanaka," he gasped. The closest thing he had to a friend was dead now. She lay so lifelessly on the ground as blood still flowed out of her chest. Ever trace of her was drenched in her own blood. Sunao knelt down beside her. He placed his fingers above her eyelids, shutting them for her. In spite of her betrayal—of the tortures he went through because of her—he couldn't find it in his heart to just forget about the days before she went power hungry; and like that was even her fault. No. It was never her fault. There was only one person to blame for this. He gritted his teeth together as he heard footsteps from behind.

"You…you bastard," he growled from the bottom of his throat.

"She was only a vessel," he said, "I didn't need her forever."

"SHE WAS ANOTHER PERSON," he shouted, "AND YOU THREW HER LIFE AWAY LIKE SHE WAS GARBAGE OR SOMETHING!"

Aizawa smirked, "You defend her even after what she has done to you and your brother?"

"I'll admit," he said, "What she did was unforgivable…however…it wasn't her fault? Was it?" He stood up; his back was still facing Aizawa with his head down. "She knew about the risks of consuming our blood…she would have never done it…unless…unless she was forced to drink it." He looked over his shoulder, seeing Aizawa for the first time since he gained his memory back. He looked the exact same way as the last time he saw him.

He still had that same long thin green hair tied into a pony tail with bangs long enough to cover the top half of his face. He wore a purple long sleeved shirt under a brown cape that also went over his chest, darker brown pants that were tucked his boots, and a belt with a large buckle with a skull in the middle of a star. Sunao saw the handle of his blade from his side. He smiled.

"Whose blood was it," he asked. "Was it my father's?" Aizawa smiled. "His blood was put to use years ago," he said. "I cast a spell upon the moon as a fake distress call. I thought you or Ranny would have answered it, but I was surprised to see that Hoshimi came out of hiding after all these years." Sunao's eyes widened.

'Mommy and Daddy will be home soon,' he heard Chou's voice echoing in his head. "Poor Chou," he breathed, feeling pity for the Chou…and even Kuniye. No matter how old you are, death is still painful, both directly and indirectly. However, Sunao understands what it's like to lose your parents at such a young age, like Chou. Sunao pulled out his sword and pointed it to Aizawa, as his eyes began to glow a dark magenta color. "You'll pay for that," he growled, "For everything you've done."


It was morning at last and Sora was finally awake. He stretched his arms up in the air as he yawned. He looked to his side, finding half his bed empty. He smiled a little. "Guess he's already eating," he assumed. Sora slipped on his pajamas before heading downstairs.

When he made it downstairs, he found something…different. First off, Fujimori was nowhere to be found. Instead, he found Yoru sitting on the end of the couch with Ran stretched out all the way, sleeping with his head against Yoru's lap. Yoru stroked his hand his hair as if he was a pet or a child. Yoru lifted his finger to his lips, indicating he should keep quiet. "I just got him to calm down enough to sleep," he whispered. Sora nodded his head.

Sora sat down in the chair next to Yoru quietly. He looked over to Ran, noticing the red nose and eyes, and dried tear tracks. "Was he…crying?" Yoru nodded. He leaned the back of his head against the couch as he explained. "I woke up around four something, feeling something clinging to my side. He was crying for the longest time it seemed. He didn't speak much…he just cried. After getting to stop crying, I took him out here and gave him a glass of warm milk. He said he needed someone to comfort him, and so…here I am."

Sora grimaced. "He seems so needy." Yoru shook his head slowly. "He's just fragile," he explains. He looked down to the pink-haired bishounen as he continued to stroke his hair. "His heart is like a bubble caught in a harsh wind…" Sora smirked. "He seems attached to you, ni-chan," Sora says.

"I know."

"Do you mind it?" Yoru shook his head. "It's nice to meet someone who has such innocent hopes and dreams." Sora smiled. "You like Ran, don't you?"

BOOM

Chou slams the door open and walks in the room. She wore a dark green shirt, a black shirt, and a soldier's helmet. "Attttteeennntion," she calls out as if was a cadet in boot camp. She salutes to the Hashiba brothers. Yoru growled. "I told you not to bum barge in like that. You'll wake Ran up." Ran stirred. "I'm awake, Yoru," he says softly. Chou giggled. "Sorry. I forgot that he was sleeping." Chou looks over to Sora now and squealed in delight. "SORA-KUN," she called out in joy. She ran over the youngest bluenette and wrapped her arms around him. "I didn't think you would ever wake up! I thought I lost you forever!"

Ran giggled as he pushed himself until he was sitting up. "What did I miss," he asked.

Yoru shrugged his shoulders. "Sora getting tompled by a toddler," he answered simply. Ran smiled to Sora. "She was worried about you," Ran said.

"I…can't…breathe," Sora says as he chokes on the lack of air due to Chou's tight hugs. Chou pulled away and giggles again. "Sorry Sora-kun," she says.

Kuniye walks in through the opened door and shuts it behind her. "No more sugar for you," she groans, glaring at her younger sister. Kuniye wore a black spegetti strapped shirt and black leather pants and boots. Her light brown hair was pulled back into a bun, with two strands of hair at the side of her face. Sora tilted his head to the side. "What are you dressed up for," Sora asks.

"She's going after Sunao," Ran answered. Sora's eyes widened of shock and turned to Ran, who was looking down to the ground. "What?"

"I guess Nao got his memories back," Ran said sadly, "He merged my powers with his, making sure I don't follow him, and then he left." Chou nodded. "He said he's going after someone named Aizawa."

"Aizawa," Sora asked.

"Aizawa was once a visor to our grandmother, Megumi Fujimori. My father told me once that Aizawa was always by her side, much more than a servant. In a way…I believe they were lovers. However, after she died; he disappeared. It was years before I was able to finally meet him. He used to call me Ranny from time to time. But then…he went mad. Aizawa was the one who killed off my parents and almost kill Nao and me in the process. He then became even more powerful than before. Sunao's heart darkened because of that man. Sunao feared love because of he was afraid Aizawa would kill off them as well. It's that reason why he fights…why he is so scared for me…why he shuns everyone away." Yoru pulled Ran close to him when he heard Ran sobbing again. Chou looked to Sora, who kept his head bowed down and held his hands tightly together. Chou walked over to Sora, sitting on her knees in front of him and placed her hands over his. "We'll bring him back," she said.

"I want to go," he said, breaking the silence. Kuniye shook her head. "You need to stay here," she said. "You could fall victim to Aizawa."

"I don't care," he says, "Sunao is there. For all I know he could be…"

"You're staying," Yoru snapped, interrupting his little brother. Everyone turned to Yoru. Ran saw the determination in his eyes…and the pain as well he tried to hide underneath. "Yoru," Ran breathed. "I'm not going to allow you to die out there," Yoru said, keeping his eye on Sora.

"You barely survived the fire back home. Do you honestly believe that I'm going to risk losing you again?"


Ran and Yoru were in his room. Ran just sat in his bed, keeping his eyes down as Yoru changed his clothes. Ran looked out the window and sighed. "He's still out there," Ran said.

"He'll come in soon," Yoru said. Ran shook his head as he continued to look out the window. "How do you know?"
"Because I'm going to drag him in before it starts to rain," Yoru retorted, making Ran giggle. "You're pretty protective of your brother," Ran playfully sneered. Yoru chuckled. "And this is coming from the one who sucker punched the person who kissed his brother." Ran blushed a color that matched his eyes. "His hands were in a very inappropriate place," Ran murmured. He crossed his arms and pouted as he turned his back to Yoru. "I'm surprised you're not scolding Sora for what they did last night."

"So you know?"

"It doesn't take a genius to see that he put on his pants backwards."

Sora smirked. "Even so," he said as he sat down next to Ran. "They're not five. I'm pretty sure they're aware with what they did."

Ran sighed. "I know…it's just…I don't want Sunao to do anything he regrets. He seems to have a nick for doing that lately."

"You think he regrets Sora," Yoru asked raising an eyebrow. Ran shook his head. "I think it was harder for him to leave Sora after having a moment such as that," he explains. "He doesn't show it…but Sunao's fragile. According to what I've learned from Chou…the Sunao that was concealed by his own will was revealed. So now…knowing that he has such emotions bearing within…fighting Aizawa will be much harder for him. There's a greater chance that…" Yoru wrapped his arms around the shivering body. Ran gasped as he felt Yoru's bare skin against his.

"Sunao isn't alone," Yoru reassured. "He'll be back." Ran grasped onto the hand that was over his chest and squeezed it. "I can only hope."


Sora sat along the edge of the docks. His feet barely touching the water as he stared at his own reflection. Sora sighed. "Fujimori…where are you? Is everything alright? Please…give me a sign. I can't…I can't just hope. If anything happens to you…I don't know what I do. Please Fujimori; don't leave me in the shadows."

There was silence. He laughed softly. "I'm an idiot."

"You're just scared." Sora jolted. He found Chou sitting to his side, looking down to water…with the saddest expression Sora has ever seen from the child. "Chou…"

"I'm scared too," she said, interrupting her friend. She pulled her legs up close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "Yeye is strong, but she never fought another magical being. What if something happens, Sora-kun? My parents haven't come home yet, and I'd be all alone if Yeye disappears as well." Sora reached his arm across her shoulder, providing some comfort to the girl. Chou looked up to him and smiled softly. She snuggled up against Sora's warmth, but wasn't fully better.

"I understand how you feel," he whispered, "but if anything does happen, then you're welcomed to stay with us. I'll watch over you until your parents or Kuniye comes back."

She sighs. "The more I spend time with you, he more you act like an older brother to me."

"Yeah," he says in agreement. "As annoying as you can be sometimes, I find you like a little sister."

"Can I ask you a question then," she mumbles.

"Hmm…"


CLIFFHANGER ALERT. IN YOUR FACE!

Lola: :O

Rosie: I told you, didn't I?

Lola: So Ayame, who was me, was Tanaka as well? So I was evil…but I got killed?

Rosie: *nods her head*

Lola: Well then…AVENGE ME CHOU!

Rosie: *sighs*

****Author's Note: Fujimori's blood is the most powerful substance in the world of Tengoku. If people even wanted a piece of that power, you would have to consume their blood. However, if you are a member of the Fujimori family, power can be transferred through touch. ****

Renee: Till next time…ja ne. *winks*