Hey everyone, it's Chastity. These last few days have been very exhausting for me. My mental health has veen at its limit. Writing this bit helped so much, but honestly I only wrote it and read it over ONCE. I am sorry for typos or grammar issues. Look you guys, I suffer from severe depression, so sometimes there's just no way I can do it. Sometimes all is well and the meds help, and I am able to read and write and double check and do my best. This isn't one of the times, but the way things are, I don't think it will get better soon, so I am uploading this. Writing is like a diary of life after all, so I will read this chapter and remember what I was living through it. I hope you all enjoy, and I will be back as soon as I can. Thank you so much for still coming back to this story.

PART 1: (YOMI)

"If he said he is going to show up, he is going to show up. Can you stop staring at the door please?" Mukuro is annoyed, and not only her. I am sure my fidgeting is getting to almost everyone that has noticed.

"It's already late," I reply twiddling my thumbs to stop myself from biting on my nails.

"He's coming from another world Yomi, it's not like he just got on a taxi."

I look back towards the center of the salon. It has been decorated in silver and light pink. At the center there is a stage. I've never been to one of these events for obvious reasons, but from what I've read, when the Heir gets presented to the world, they perform. Koenma played the piano on his Presentation, that was more than seven hundred years ago.

I wonder what the Princess will do, but then the door opens, and the hint of roses hits my nose. I turn to the double doors, one of the chaperones is opening the door for him.

I gasp.

Mukuro who is standing next to me is baffled, half of the guests turn to see him, and everyone is in shock.

His hair is braided with red roses and crystals. His gown is light pink and elegant, long, tugged at the waist. He looks like a deity, slow motion, my heart slowing with every stomp of his feet descending the stairs.

I walk towards him by gravity, without even thinking. Mukuro turns to me but doesn't stop me, and honestly, right now, no-one can. I walk fast, surfing the crowd. By now I'm sure everyone has noticed, but all I can focus on is his face, his green eyes the color of emeralds, and those thick eyelashes that I can't stop thinking about.

I climb the stairs to meet him and offer my hand.

He is kind, he is gentle, he allows me the privilege.

"Good evening," he greets with a smile that shows all of his teeth. Everyone has stopped to stare; the echo of his presence makes the whole room tremble. The crystals in his hair reflect the light from the windows, and in this moment he can take my crown, he can take my land, he can take my life, because he is a true King. "Did you save me a seat?"

But before I can answer Yusuke comes up from behind him, dropping his arm around his shoulder, and for a fracture of a second I want to brush that arm away. I want to ask him if he's crazy. How dare he touch that robe that must have cost thousands? How can he so lightheartedly drop his hands (which he probably hasn't even washed) around that hair, which must have taken hours to do?

But Shuichi smiles with the entire world in his hands, and I understand him. I get him. In this moment, I know him. I guess a part of me always did, but loneliness had blocked it.

I love this man so much.

PART 2: (YOMI)

All of us take about three tables, but what matters is that he is sitting next to me. The waiters bring us wine and food, we are honored guests after all. Yusuke sits to his right, I am on his left. Muruko and Hiei are across from us, and Koenma and Zein are at the main table right next to us with some higher ups from Spirit World.

"Yusuke, do you remember when Puu was born?" Shuichi asks, holding his wine with one hand and twirling his finger around Yusuke's head with the other.

"Yusuke's dangerous Spirit Beast!" Koenma yells from the other table.

Shuichi turns to me, "He was this small and had the cutest floppy ears!"

"He's grown now, I can fly with him. Y'all need to stop picking on me at some point for that," Yusuke yells. "But do you remember, 'I'm sorry, I don't have time to get arrested?'"

Hiei out of no-where actually adds to the conversation, "Do you remember when Kuwabara's last words were, 'I am not ugly, okay?'"

"You remember that time when Yusuke's death was a complete and utter waste?" Shuichi chimes, standing up to high-five Hiei, and Hiei slams his hand so hard the glass under them shakes a little.

"Do you remember when Hiei came to save my life, but then said the only reason he did it was because he-"Yusuke starts, and then he and Shuichi finish in unison, "was worried about the trees?"

And they both laugh so loud, and now it's Yusuke's turn to receive a high five from Shuichi.

"Do you remember when Yusuke saved Shiori's life, and instead of thanking him Kurama ran inside to check on his mother, leaving Yusuke for dead?"

They all bust out laughing at that one. Mukuro shakes her head, I smirk because I remember hearing about it.

"I had priorities!" He tries, but he's blushing. He got embarrassed, how cute! "But that was very messed up. I am sorry."

"Damn," Hiei says, "We are all terrible people."

Koenma and Zein get up and fix their chairs under the table. "It's almost time," Koenma tells us. "We're going to go check on Grace, she must be very nervous."

"We are all rooting for her," Yusuke cheers, "she's going to do great!"

But I don't care about anything that he has to say, because at that moment I feel his hand on mine, and I stumble. I turn my face to his, he is looking up at me with a soft smile. His lips the color of light cherries, just a little bit darker than the blush on his cheeks.

He leans into my ears, and whispers, "you look amazing."

I hold his hand in mine. It trembles. My heart races, I start shaking.

The earthquake going on inside my body must show, because with his other hand he reaches for my chest, mouthing the word, "relax."

How can I? How can I calm down when I have you like this?

If anyone else at the table notices, they pretend they don't.

We sit still, holding hands. My thumb occasionally running up and down the side of his.

The lights turn off, and at the center of the stage Princess Grace appears. She is a small teenager, her skin pale white, her hair jet-black and long down to her knees. Her eyes a light purple. She is dressed in all black.

"That's an exact clone of Zein," Shuichi says before I can, and we both chuckle.

"Are you sure that Koenma's genes are also in there?" Yusuke adds.

The Princess starts to sing. Her voice is soft but reaches all the high and the low notes. She sounds exactly like what I imagined the Heir of the Spirit World would sound like, absolutely beautiful. She wrote this song when she was four, that's what Koenma has told us. It's a song about love. She wrote it for her parents, but the lyrics can fit any form of love.

One of the lyrics says, "When you're not here I feel so empty, please don't let me go-"

And at that moment Suichi leans his head against my shoulder.

The soft ballad is playing in the background, the voice of an angel is singing.

"Yomi," he says. "I want to be with you."

My soul shatters in the best way possible with those words. Everything inside of me breaks, but it's a good thing, because nothing inside of me was pretty or kind, but I swear on everything that from now on everything will be.

"Shuichi…" I lift his face up so I can see it. It's there, in his eyes, in the lines of his face. What he is saying is the truth.

I stand up and pull him with me. We need to talk, and we need to do it in private.

They see us leave but no-one stops us. I pull him through the back door and we keep walking. We ignore all the stares as we go. We ignore the people that actually call us. I keep walking and he hasn't pulled away or tried to stop me.

We get to a clear space. The noise of the party has stayed behind, we are still holding hands and there is no way that I will let him go right now.

I don't think he wants me to.

He throws himself at me. Both of his arms go up around my neck, and we kiss.

His mouth is wet and tastes like strawberries. My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer. The wind around us twirls, I think I hear it sing.

It's magical. This moment is mystical.

His tongue licks my lips. I open up wider and he goes in, twisting and turning around me. His hands grab my hears, my horns, as he pulls me close. His scent goes up my noise and touches my brain, rewiring every horrible memory of the past and bringing with it new hope.

He growls beneath me.

He wants more. I'll give him more.

My hands circle his waist, the texture of his gown is delicate, for sure it was worth thousands. I want him. I've waited for so long. I want him. He knows it, I know it, everybody knows it. He's the one!

I reach lower and grab his ass. I squeeze, and at that he pushes me away.

I stop myself from running back to him, instead I fall to my knees.

"I am sorry," I beg, "please forgive my vulgar behavior. Punish me if you must, but please, please don't back away from me. I love you, Shuichi. I want you. I want to be with you, too."

His body is as hot as mine, I can feel it. His cock is just as hard as mine, too. His face is red, he is panting.

"You love me?" He asks, very gently.

"Yes."

"You want to be with me?"

"Always."

He looks up at the sky, as if making a decision, and takes a deep breath. "Yomi?"

I look up at him.

"Let's get married."

What?

What did he say?

He looks down on me and smiles. Behind him the moons sparkle. He is my deity, my sun, my entire life. "You've gotten down on your knees so many times, but not once have you presented me with a ring. If I don't bring it up, I don't think it will get done."

I don't know what to say, my tongue is heavy. My legs won't even move, they won't allow me to get up. My body is in shock.

"What do you say?" He asks again.

I remember meeting him…

I remember his death…

I remember how my life went to waste after that.

He offers me his hand and I take it.