a/n; i said i'll update sooner.. sorry about that. i'm trash. life's been hard. this chapter is not beta checked. please forgive the mistakes..special shout out to those who leaves reviews, i love you guys. thanks for the follows and everything. \m/

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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Shouyo was allowed to walk around the village one last time before they start their journey to get back to the Tengu Village. He was rather enthusiastic about it; the whole village itself is a feast to the eyes and no one in their right mind would pass this opportunity.

After breakfast which they took quite early, Kenma and Kuroo went to their morning duties and asked him to do as he pleased, provided he stay within their borders.

Shouyo had a specific place he wanted to go, though he can't helped but get sidetracked cause everywhere he looked there's a piece of history and legend – or by simply being beautiful in terms of design and colors. The red and gold color schemes were breathtaking especially the morning sky; since the whole village is facing East – as if greeting the Sun as it rises from the clouds – it gives an almost surreal experience every time the roof of the structures was kissed by the sun rays, making it glimmer.

The part of the village and palace that faces West on the other hand was adorned with decorations of the Moon. To be precise, The Moon Goddess Chang'e, or Chang-o, Henge'e by other name; in which Shouyo loosely remembered as Chinese in origin.

Seeing the lovely depictions of the said Moon Goddess at the sky with a male Archer down below looking at her, while she looked down at him, somehow stirred an unknown emotion inside Shouyo. It mimicked the feeling he felt when he heard Tobio talked to his fiance. Shouyo wondered what was it, though he tried his best to shrugged it off, associating the feeling with being in awe with the place and art itself.

He was not surprised in the Chinese influence of the place and some of the clothing of the Foxes that resided there, for Shintoism; the religion practiced by the kitsunes, originated from that culture or ones called Shendo. Kenma did say they'd existed long before humans can comprehend time; there's no way Shouyo would understood the depth of the Kitsunes faith and bond with their Gods.

The revered said Kitsune vaguely mentioned that they didn't originated in this country or earth itself, but elsewhere, and took the abandoned palace as their new residence when they migrated from where they came from and simply redecorated the whole thing. The previous people that resided here were once Sun Worshipers that every entrance: door, gates and windows, faces East. A part of their tradition.

The current Chief was rather laid back and decided to retain the decorations in honor of the old civilization that once tended these lands, therefore maintaining the palace as is, to respect their culture. Inari is the primary Deity they serve - and Inari is a God of fertility, rice, tea and Sake, of agriculture and industry. It wouldn't be bad, Kenma's words, to honor the Sun God as well, Shinto origin or not.

Though Shouyo felt like Kenma was hiding something from him, he did not ask any further. It did crossed the Prince's mind that it was probably the Chief is too old to care about trivial things to be bothered by such details made by people who were no longer present. He didn't need to ask and know, which was tough.

Why would he? He was lucky enough that they were nice to let him live, surely no one in their right mind would snoop around for secrets that were never meant for a mere human to know.

Surely no one.

"…"

Except Shouyo was itching to know more, and now that he was given the liberty to – for the first time in his life – his whole being was filled with the feeling of freedom. Finally, he was allowed to know more than what was expected of him. They did say humans were curious beings after all.

He passed by the guards around the unkempt looking garden leading to a Stone door, again etched with the Moon Goddess. Realizing what Shouyo was planning to do, the little familiar perched on his shoulder scoffed. "You really can't stay still, hmph," he added.

"Just be quiet," answering the little creature back. "..there's an unusually thing I noticed last night."

"Which is?" Tou asked exasperated.

"This perfectly manicured place, only this garden was the only one that has a few guards and was not even managed. I saw this one last night when Kenma and I walked to the bridge. Didn't you noticed how this is the only place near their residence - I mean Kenma's and Kuroo's, that has an entrance facing West? That seemed odd considering everything was pristine," he gestured his hand pointing the rising Sun and whispered to the little one to keep on the look out as he looked left and right to check the surroundings himself. As he can see, the guards were just changing shifts, just starting their day. There was an obvious less foot traffic as a result.

Making sure he was unseen, Shouyo proceeded to walk towards the source of his curiosity.

Tou-kun was baffled; he really thought Shouyo was an idiot and he wasn't shy showing what he felt towards the human. What was remarkable was that the man's eyesight are impeccable. When Shouyo wants to, he notices things that were not obvious to most. He suspected being an air-headed idiot was just a ruse; the Prince was hiding more than he was allowing anyone to know.

Shouyo – as if by something unknown force – was being pulled towards the shrubberies, continuing to walk, unfazed by the obvious anger from the small familiar. He just pulled through without expecting or fearing any danger. The term without was defined rather loosely, of course.

Walking forward proved to be difficult however, for his clothes can't helped but be snagged from the grasses and withered plants blocking the path towards the Stone Door.

He picked up one two centimeter tree branch discarded on the ground. It was two and half foot in length; using it to swat the grasses and everything out of his path.

His breathing was ragged and he was starting to sweat, he'll have to answer to Kuroo later if they found out what was he was about to do. His back felt a sliver of unknown pain right after he thought of the dark-clad Kitsune.

Sure, he knew that they'd trusted him and would probably allow him to roam around whichever place he pleased so long as he ask for it.

However, there's Tobio.

He had a nagging feeling that he won't be allowed to get back here even if he wanted to. And if by some miracle he was allowed, he's sure he'd be escorted by one or more Tengu, maybe by Tobio himself.

Chances are, he won't ever see what was behind the door, ever.

That thought itself was itching his skin in literal sense. He didn't like it whenever things he wanted to know was kept from him. He was trained not to do anything that displeases the Emperor, and the Emperor was displeased quite easily. That put a big dent on Shouyo's mental health. Funny thing was, he's starting to regain a bit color in his self-confidence. Despite everything, the Tengu Village did some good in him if he's being honest with himself.

His internal monologue was cut short when he reached the stone steps leading to the door; the grasses surrounding him were almost as tall as he was, providing him ample cover. He was also screened by the trees nearby. For some reason, this place was not well lit; somewhat designed to have a solemn, if not gloomy mood.

"I'll go look up, hmph," the bird at his shoulder flew over by this time, circling the vicinity, which Shouyo appreciated.

Examining it closely, the man first touched the door gingerly. It was etched intricately, more than the walls within the Palace itself. It has a story, though Shouyo could not read it. It was not written in Chinese, or might be, but he was not familiar with it. It meant that it was more likely an old form of language. From top to bottom, it was carefully etched with drawings he knew he was familiar but can't place his money where exactly has he seen such things.

He didn't like the feeling.

"How big is this thing?" He asked himself while he walked to its side, attempting to conjecture what kind of structure was it.

The prodigious door belong to a small mausoleum, realizing it only now after Shouyo had the time to look at it closely. He saw some of these types of tomb in pictures and paintings their guest from foreign land brought over. He really wanted to look inside, of course he wanted to, (albeit disrespectful) which left a sour taste in his mouth.

"You wanna see inside?"

Shouyo halted, startled by the voice he heard for he knew the owner in which it came from.

"I..I'm," he took a step back and Kuroo moved closer, Kenma closely following him from behind. They both looked dressed in the same type of clothes Shouyo saw when he first saw them. That was probably their to-go-out clothes.

"Haha!" Kuroo laughed and raised his hands, waving it like he was surrendering. "Don't be so stiff! We already said roam wherever.." Kuroo sidestepped Shouyo and started pushing the heavy door. It made an awful creaking sound, as if its hinges – if it ever had one – were coming undone.

It was massive, Shouyo noted. The stone door was over 15 ft, probably taller. It's only 5inches thick but there was no doubt that it was heavy, at least a ton or more. Kuroo was using both of his arms strength, pushing it with all his might. His feet were anchored firmly to the ground, groaning as he was making progress.

They had to sidestepped again, the wind or air inside the tomb escaped inside along with the dusts by a violent gushed. Shouyo was unlucky for some of it caught his nostrils, "Buhah!" he coughed hard, and was surprised when Kenma pulled him close to his chest, using the long sleeves of the Kitsune's Priest clothes as shield.

Shouyo felt a blush coming on, "T-thank you," he said and the light-haired kitsune gave a non-committal hum as a reply.

Kuroo'd lived long enough to know that Kenma was just being nice, there was no reason for him to feel threatened of his position over his said partner. In fact, his interactions with Shouyo was rather endearing to see. Kuroo's face frowned nevertheless, he was sad that Shouyo was suspected to have a linked on something they were forewarned about.

A tiny bit of him wanted Kenma out of the man's life. It's easier to cope that way. After all, they're going to live a long time and their race never forgets.

"Right," after the initial shock subsided, Kenma noticed Shouyo's face flushed red, he asked, "You okay?" which was answered with a nod.

"Fine," added Shouyo.

They silently followed Kuroo, who summoned a bunch of will-o-'wisp illuminating inside the said tomb.

Shouyo was not disappointed with what he was seeing at all, verily something he could be proud off. No human would be seeing this except him.

The inside looked big comparative to a humble home from a town. In estimation, it'll probably host one family, complete with their modest furniture. Though the clearance of the ceiling was rather high.

Aside from its size, the noticeable thing inside was a megalithic stone, etched with the same type of language Shouyo knew nothing about. Good thing the wisps Kuroo created gave them ample amount of light, for the place was covered with plants, mosses, algaes from the flooded floor. It seemed like the top of the mausoleum had a crack overtime, pouring water inside, and letting pollens in.

Kenma looked around first, instructing the two not to move an inch. Being astute and careful was his forte that saved them (the kitsunes) over and over.

"This is the first time we entered here after hundred or more years. Who knows what part could've weakened and collapse any minute. Give me a moment," the golden-clad Kitsune said, making Kuroo grinned in delight.

It took Kenma at least a minute before he pointed out which places not to lean, touch and step on. Kuroo and Shouyo agreed before they proceeded.

"I wonder what's this," Shouyo picked up pieces of pottery and showed it to Kenma.

"We guessed that there was someone buried inside this for sometime, however, when we came here it was ransacked already, leaving behind some broken potteries and personal effects that can't be sold or won't hold much value," Kuroo supplied.

"Hmph, is that so?" Shouyo was startled by his familiar coming from the top, using the crack of the ceiling to fly in.

"Geez, you scared me," the Prince added and let the little bird perched where he belong, on top of his shoulder.

"There was nothing unusual outside, the pattern of designed seemed repetitive. Hmph," the bird said, showing his proud chest. For once during their stay here, he had something to do. Shouyo silently felt happy for him as well. He already had an idea what kind of personality his little familiar had: prideful, valiant, and a bit cheeky.

They were silent again, the two kitsunes letting the man explore as his heart wished, until it was punctured by Shouyo himself.

"Kenma.."

"..yes?"

"Can you read what was said in that stone?" Shouyo pointed his finger towards the stone slab erected right in the middle of the area. It looked like a five to six feet tall, smooth surfaced (almost liked marbles), edges beaded with gold, or something similar. There was no way of telling what exactly it was since light was limited even if they left the door opened. Shouyo wanted to asked for fire, but kept it to himself. The fact the Kenma didn't suggested it first means fire would cause harm inside, for plants and other life form found its way to cultivate inside.

Shouyo also noticed how Kuroo and Kenma had minimal movements, indubitably to lessen the outside interference for the lives thriving inside the burial chamber. He is an idiot, that much is true, but he can understand the Kitsunes' intentions.

"I can. We all do," Kenma said.

Kuroo snorted, "You just wanted me to read it, don't you?" he interjected. Without expecting for an answer, Kuroo started.

Kuroo cleared his throat and Shouyo moved closer to where the two were, looking straight ahead to the said stone that had writings all over it. He was situated in the middle of Kuroo and Kenma, somehow feeling a tension. Was it just his imagination? Shouyo wondered, and again, kept his mouth shut.

"Di jun, (帝俊) also known as Emperor Jun, one of the supreme Deities and God of Eastern Heaven. - It was not mentioned in the slab, but I know it was China, yeah?" Kuroo asked the last part to Kenma and the latter nodded.

Continuing, Kuroo read, "He had wives or official consort named Xihe (羲和) and Changxi (常羲). Xihe was a solar deity and was the mother of ten suns in the form of three-legged crows that resided in the mulberry tree called the Fusang, of the East. The part next was fragmented, but I was thinking it was East Asia," Kuroo scratched his head and Kenma nodded. All this time Shouyo just remained silent, fist clenched into a ball for some reason. He doesn't know what was eating him up, but it was obvious he was not neutral from the information he was hearing.

"Changxi was the mother of twelve moons, Tch. Again, the next part was fragmented. Sorry about that." Moving on, Kuroo continued, "The Jīnwū (金烏) or "golden crow" were usually seen as reddish in hue, unlike the ordinary crows which was black in color,

"There were ten sun crows which were 10 separate suns. They perched on a red mulberry tree called the Fusang (扶桑), in the East at the foot of the Valley of the Sun. This mulberry tree had many mouths opening from its branches. Each day one of the sun crows would be rostered to travel around the world on a sun carriage, driven by their mother Xihe.

"As soon as one sun crow returned, another one would set forth in its journey crossing the sky, taking place of that one who had returned. The sun crows were young and playful: loved eating two sorts of mythical grasses of immortality, one called the Diri (地日), or "ground sun", and the other the Chunsheng ( 春生), or "spring grow".

"Residing in the heavens, The sun crows would often descend on to the earth and feast on these grasses. However, Xihe did not like this thus she covered their eyes to prevent them from leaving her side," Kuroo paused for a while and asked Shouyo if he was keeping up. The man nodded profusely.

"Where was I? Ah, yes.. Around, geez, there was a date indicated, however it was chipped already, sorry about that again..

"Moving on," Kuroo cleared his throat, getting annoyed at Kenma's snickering. This was exactly the reason why he didn't liked to read it for Shouyo. It was long and frustrating. Then again, Kuroo continued begrudgingly.

"One day, all ten sun crows came out on the same day, causing the world to burn. The plants were dying, the rivers run dry, everywhere there was death.

"Houyi (后稷) The celestial archer (also Lord archer) was given a magical bow by Di jun and was asked to make Xihe's sun children heel and stop their misdeeds to save everyone else. The hero saved the day by shooting down all but one of the sun crows, killing them. The one he didn't kill is the Sun we see giving us life right now."

There was silence between them, the two kitsune seemed to be gauging Shouyo's expression, anticipating some sort of reaction from what he had heard, that is until the rain decided to interfere their day.

"Aww." Kuroo playfully hummed, and Kenma asked them to leave the tomb, once again sealing everything inside.

"The slab ended there, but we have some writings following this. Would you like to read it now before we leave?" Kenma asked. Kuroo can see the little fox was trying to ease some of the creases between the human Prince's brows.

"Hmm-mm." Shaking his head, the Prince let out a sigh. "Uwah! I don't know what was happening with me! I wonder why, but somehow I felt like there something grossly wrong about that account," Shouyo added as he patted his chest louder and harder than he should.

"How can you tell?" Kenma asked, cocking his head to the side.

Meanwhile Kuroo was trying to close the door, pulling it by its intended handle. "Ugh, seriously! I need to practice more! so.. Heavy!" Kuroo grunted at the background. Kenma was sure it was not that heavy for he knew Kuroo was just trying to be the comedic relief; diffusing whatever tension building up.

He was doing an awkward job, though, that Kenma couldn't helped but look back at him and rolled his eyes.

"I don't know," Shouyo interjected, "I'm sure it's correct, though I don't know how! Gah! Forgive me. Must be the altitude." Shouyo said in distress tone.

A hum was his only reply as a two pairs of peculiar eyes stared at him.

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Tobio was pacing back and forth right after he woke up. It was still dark outside, given the situation, he was supposed to rest more.

He couldn't.

Shouyo'd promised everyone that he would come home sometime this evening. The prince asked, especially Tobio, to wait for him patiently. He knew he had to, to end the bickering between them. Yet, he can't helped but let his mind wander where could the man have gone to.

Was he safe? Is he eating alright? Warm enough? Where was he?

Tobio's feet made a 'ti thump, ti thump' sound as he walked back and forth outside his room. The little bird -bless his innocent self- was eating peaches on the porch, ignoring his masters mutterings.

"They'll go home soon, pik. Tou-kun is strong," the little one chirped which irked Tobio up to no end.

From afar, the Chief with his retainer and some of the elders looked and studied Tobio closely. They were not happy; that was the case here. The Young General's wife-to-be was growing restless by the minute, influencing the elders to take action against the said human. She was from a family that were deep ingrained with olden traditions with medical and martial arts. Her family's influences seeded from branch to branch, hoping to find the solution sooner.

She gathered some intelligence on her own, knowing Jirou and the first family was hiding something from her. She wasn't a snoop to begin with, though the need to know was bigger than her pride. She really did like the Young General, and was ready to serve her life pleasing him. She was going to be wife and mother of the proud Tengu's children. She was supposed to be married days, if not weeks ago. Her pride cannot swallow that the only hindrance was a small human, with hair so hideous, with a loud mouth; incoherent babbling – and useless in every sense that even his family didn't wanted him back. From the back of the tengu elders that were gazing at the restless Young General, she stood. Holding Shouyo Hinata's dossier, hoping to end it sooner.

She won't kill him, no. The suspicious contract between Shouyo and Jirou (for she refuses to call him Tobio) doesn't permit that. They need to find solution sooner. How to end this bond and break Jirou free.

Meanwhile, some of the elders wanted to voiced assassination plots towards the invader; the outsider Tobio carelessly carried along with him. The Chief on the other hand was on standstill.

True, said the Chief to himself, he wanted Shouyo gone. He caused nothing but trouble after all. Deep within the proud Chief's heart, he's still a father before anything else. Seeing his son got fatally wounded that night stirred raw emotions he tried his very best to keep in checked.

He was so close in kicking Shouyo out after Tsukishima said it was the Crown Prince's fault. He was so close to send the headless body of the redheaded boy back to the human's palace, before he assemble their soldiers to burn the wretched palace of the humans to the ground. He was so close..

Till his son, with whatever power and life-force he had left, kissed Shouyo that night.

He knew by then his son was already in love, if not entranced, by the boy. Kissing him that very moment saved Shouyo's life.

Now, more than anything, he just wanted Shouyo home where his son was impatiently waiting. The hope to find clues about their bonds lit a fire anew. He still wanted the redhead gone, after all. But he doesn't want his son to be harmed in the process..

"Tch. What a dilemma."

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Night came so slow, Tobio was ready to snap anything that vexed him. He wasn't in the mood for everything, yet it seemed the Tengus that surrounded him that day were all determined to be annoying as possible. His silent angers materialized with the practice swings he had with his sword that afternoon, showing everyone how he wanted to cut someone, very much.

The servants were on high alert as well, the said Young General was dressed to kill, (in literal sense) once again, making them relived that night all hell broke lose. They have no say, especially after the older Ichirou was glared at, and was 'colorfully' asked to shut his mouth. Ichirou didn't had the time to react to that, shocked that Tobio was that on edge. Iwaizumi on the other hand, roared laughing to the point of gasping for air.

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"I'm going. Yamaguchi, come with me," Tobio ordered as the little familiar signaled it was time.

"Yes!" Yamaguchi was holding his yumi; his special yumi taller than himself. He had two quivers of arrows sling on his shoulder. He was more confident with a spear if he's being honest with himself. Tobio, however, ordered him to stand by and watch from a distance.

The three of them: Tobio, Yamaguchi and Shou-chan, flew towards the cliff Shouyo was last seen. After a few minutes, they stood there waiting; Yamaguchi on stand by not so far away, arms ready to shoot any time.

Tobio's head was dancing with anger.

He dare say he didn't need my men to fetch him?

He tapped his feet impatiently, crossing his arms. He brought his long sword today, safely fastened in his obi, not in the mood for negotiations.

I'll kill that midget!

He started walking back and forth, looking towards the narrow road that Shouyo could come from any minute. The cliff passage ,after all, starts at the bottom of the mountain (which coincidentally inhabited by no one except few mountain animals and old towns folks who prays on the worn out shrine few kilometers from where they are) and ends up on the cliff they were standing at the moment. No humans could possibly scale the side of the mountain cliff, for the wind among other things, would definite cause them their death, pushing them to ravines below.

To say Tobio was being extremely worried how Shouyo can come back up was an understatement.

Their waiting was cut short when they felt someone approaching. Tobio's thumb already grazed his sword, ready to pull anytime. In a blink of an eye, he felt and saw a strong accumulation of fog, followed by sounds of hooves pounding the earth.

"Tou-kun!" the little one chirped happily, flying towards the fog.

"Oi!" Tobio tried to reached him but was late already. He was not his priority too. Leaving the familiar to do as he pleased, he unsheathed his sword and took a glance at Yamaguchi high above, the said Tengu gave Tobio a stern nod. The Young General could see Yamaguchi suspended, having two arrows loaded in his string.

So they're two? Smells like Kitsunes..

"Tobio? Is that you?" the voice inside the fog definitely sounded like Shouyo.

The poor Tengu clenched his chest for a brief second after hearing that voice,"Yes! Where are you?" he answered. He realized he sounded more desperate than worried.

He didn't care. He just got to end it soon.

"Please don't shoot! Promise me you won't!" Shouyo pleaded.

"Why? What is this?! What are you doing? Just come to me!"

"I will! Tell Yamaguchi not to shoot my friends, please!" Shouyo pleaded again.

Tobio, from all his years of training, knew not to trust easily. He was bred for this. Yet, his defenses was torn down by the sweet melodic voice. Reasoning be damned, he bellowed to Yamaguchi and though the freckled face Tengu was confused, he retreated his draw, setting back the arrows to his quiver.

Soon after, the fog dispersed. Slowly materializing was Shouyo riding a Kitsune in their bigger fox form.

"Ba..Baka! What are you doing?!" Tobio's face literally went pale, he was already lunging forward when Shouyo cried out.

"No! Don't hurt them!"

Tobio halted. He saw how pained Shouyo looked because the said Tengu was aiming to slice the Kitsunes. He gritted his teeth and spat some blood, possibly from biting his lips in anger.

"Fine. I won't. Come," talking stilted words was the only thing he can do.

When the other party felt it was safe, the fox whose back Shouyo was riding, lowered its head and let the man down. Before Shouyo went to Tobio's side, the said redhead reached out and ruffled the two's fur.

"Thank you," the man said softly, earning a whine and soft yip. One with a lighter-colored eyes darted its tongue out and licked Shouyo's face, earning a laughed from the man as a reply.

Tobio's eyes visible twitched in annoyance. He was practically burning inside. He can feel his skin was hotter. True to its nature, his eyes that were blue when relaxed turned red.

The two kitsunes didn't lingered long. Tobio heard them huffed and went back from where they came from. Before they were out of Tobio's sight completely, the one who licked Shouyo turned its head back and nodded, as if he was saying his farewell curtly. That took the Tengu aback.

"To.." Shouyo was afraid, to be honest. He already knew Tobio was anger.

"Come," said the Tengu coldly. He was not moving an inch and Shouyo walked towards him slowly.

"Please, don't kill me." Shouyo whined, half coaxing the Tengu to calm down.

"I could say the same with you. I grew ten years older when you left!" Tobio hissed back.

Halfway between them, Shouyo felt funny in his stomach after hearing those words. He just knew Tobio wasn't as angry anymore. He felt..happy. His feet moved swiftly, feeling the relief that he was finally 'home'.

"Tobio!" he cried out and threw himself towards the Tengu. Tobio caught the man, throwing themselves out of balance, finally falling towards the ravine.

Yamaguchi flew fast towards them, yelling their name. He was stopped and stunned however, when saw Tobio hugging Shouyo with all his might, lips buried on the man's hair. His face wore the relief he was feeling, brows knitted close. It felt like something that was lost to him for many years was finally back in his arms. All his anger and irritation earlier was swept away with that hug.

Shouyo too, was not afraid of falling. He hopeless clung to the Tengu, enjoying the comfort of the familiar scent.

Yamaguchi was confident they're already safe and sound with each others arms.

"Too long, idiot." Tobio muttered.

Before they plunge to the earth, Tobio opened his wings and flew up. Though he was not healed to full recovery, that much he can do.

"AHHH!" Shouyo shout at their acceleration.

"Don't tell anyone what happened here! Tell them to wait for me!" Tobio shouted instructions as they flew passed the freckled Tengu, leaving the said one smiling.

"Ah ah.. I think I'll go get Tsukki some berries then," he flew slowly, letting the two enjoy their peace together.

He can't helped but smile to himself after he turned back though, hearing Shouyo calling Tobio names like 'idiot Tengu, sadistic Tengu' was something he haven't heard for a while. He admitted he was relieved the man was back again. He liked how Tobio looked whenever he was with the redhead. It's as if they were worlds old, knowing each other for such a long time.

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Notes of interest: everything Kuroo narrated inside that mausoleum was recorded in history (when i say history, i meant before the modern times deemed it as myth. people claimed it was a historical event) and myth. there was also a date when he shot the suns, i lost my print for that but i'll include it on the notes for the next chapter.

A/n; a little bit of spoiler for everyone- next chapter is about Houyi's life and the Suns, historical with my addition of course.

*interestingly enough, while most of the translations and writings about Houyi said he shot 9 suns, there's a few who claimed he only killed 8. *grins*

sorry again for updating late. Health's been a bitch.. *weak smile* thanks for understanding and sticking out with me!