Okay, here's the deal, I've told you the last few chapters that I'm planning to end this story, but…I've changed my mind. I've got to make big deal out of Yuyas illness, so you people have to stick with me

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Yukimura sat still as he listened to the young ninja, nodding occasionally and furrowing his brows when something seemed wrong. After Sasuke had told everything he knew, Yukimura thought about the information for a few seconds.

"So Yuya lay sick?" He asked, and pecked his forefinger against his lips.

"Yes, and I don't believe it was from exhaustion. She seemed ill, nothing like I've ever seen before." Sasuke muttered, his concern for the young woman was clear in his eyes. A normal person wouldn't have detected the feeling, but Yukimura was no normal person.

"We shall go there. Inform the Sanada ten. I want everyone with me." He said and waved Sasuke away, and the relieved look on Sasukes face could've lit up the coldest of hearts.

Yuya woke up the next morning on a futon in another room than before. She looked around, and wondered how she had gotten there. The walls seemed lighter than before. They seemed pure, in an odd way.

Cautiously she rose up from the futon, and felt the cold floor against her feet. Shuddering, she tried to pull her yukata closer around her body, but noticed that she no longer wore any clothes.

"What's happening? Kyo? Are you here?" She called out, her voice dull. It sounded as if it came from another person.

"Ah, so you haven't forgotten completely about this place, have you? Kashirohato-chan?" A very familiar voice, a very familiar name, and if she thought about it, a very familiar place.

The name she had been given when she started learning the art of The Silver Dragon. It meant beautiful white pigeon. A bird that represents peace in most countries. The dojo was a part of her life now; she could not turn her back on it, no matter what.

"I haven't forgotten sensei." She answered and bowed deeply for the old man coming towards her.

"I am not your sensei Kashirohato-chan, I'm your guide, and you know so." The old man said and sat down on the floor cross legged. His eyes were closed, they were always closed.

"You are my mentor sensei; in Japan it's just normal to call you sensei." Yuya said and smiled sadly. He didn't say anything for a while, and Yuya knew he was thinking, meditating, about life.

"You're so young…Kashirohato, and does not understand fully the mysteries of this life. But still you speak like a vice woman, and your eyes holds many secrets. Tell me child, why will you not let the demon go, the demon, with those blood red eyes?" He asked and tilted his head to the side to hear her better.

Yuya felt her heart beat faster, and knew that she would have to tell him one day, and maybe the right time was now?

"I love him, sensei." She whispered, he furrowed his brows and turned his face away from her.

"And yet you know…that you will not hold onto what you desire. Your destiny told the high priest so. Do you doubt the high priests words?" He asked and Yuya could hear the accusation in his voice, he was well aware that the only god she believed in was the only man she loved.

"I do believe sensei, but my heart can not take any more of this torture." She sobbed and fell to her knees, crawling up to her sensei and grabbed a hold of his hakamas.

"Please sensei, I don't want to leave here yet, can't you make the high priest go back on his words and heal my soul?" Yuya begged. The sensei sighed heavily and stroked her hair carefully.

"You know it does not work that way, you will not have the red eyed demon, and he will not have you. That is life." He said and turned away from her, looking over his shoulder with a couple of ice cold eyes, holding so many secrets, Yuya thought and bowed her head.

"The longer you'll lie to your heart, the more ill your body gets, remember this. Kashirohato-chan." And with this, he was gone from her sight, and she sat up on her futon, panting like she had been running for miles. Sweat made her hair stick to her forehead, and her chest hurt.

Shakily she removed blanket from her stirred body and stood up. She was still in the same room she had fallen asleep in, but the dream, if it even was a dream, was clear in her memory. She knew what her sensei meant, but did not want to believe.

"Yuya-han, is everything okay? I heard you scream in your sleep." Kyoshiro

came rushing into the room, grabbing her wrist, checking her pulse, laying the back of his hand against her forehead, checking her temperature. She was about to say that everything was okay, but stopped as she met Kyoshiros' intense stare.

"You're ill, you better lay down again. I'll get a doctor." He said while pushing her down again and rushing out of the room afterwards.

She heard somewhere in the house, Kyoshiros desperate cry to Kyo about her condition, and just a few seconds later Kyo came into the room.

Looking like he had been up for hours and just relaxed, but Yuya noticed the rapid heaving of his chest, which was hard to notice. He sat down by the wall, rested Tenro by his side and then closed his eyes.

Yuya smiled, happy that he allowed himself to show passion, unlike what he used to do seven years ago. But her smile fainted fast as she remembered her senseis words.

"You will not have the red eyed samurai, and he will not have you."

How could she possibly stay with Kyo anyway, she needed him and maybe he needed her too. They were meant for each other, it was destiny, and then why did destiny try and separate them again?

So how was it? Now I'm expecting some reviewing here people. What do you think will happen? Will Kyo and Yuya stick together? Ne? Any worries? Any faults? Tell me anything:D I accept critique, and will gladly try and fix the faults you point out.:)

Ja ne.