Aozora
ni Chikatte- Swearing to the Sky
by:
Asurahime
Disclaimer:
Fushigi Yuugi does not belong to me, it belongs to Watase Yuu and
those other rich Japanese corporations. The song "Aozora ni
Chikatte" belongs in the Wild ARMs soundtrack arranged by
Michiko Naruke.
Warning:
Tasuki x Miaka, which counts for all of my fanfics for Fushigi Yuugi.
^~~=~~^
Chikyuu
ga maruito kizuita mitai ni
Sunao
na kokoro mou ichido omoidashite mite...
"Eiken!
If ya want this girl back, then ya hafta challenge me fer the boss'
seat ya fat bastard!!" shouted Genrou as he quickly ran off into
the night with a red-haired, emerald-eyed girl thrown over his
shoulder. He didn't really want to kidnap such a seemingly scrawny
brat, but it was an easy way out and he was outnumbered. Gracefully
making his way to his secret hideaway, Genrou didn't even look back
to see that his prisoner was crying out for someone named 'Hotohori'
and 'Nuriko'.
"Hotohori,
Nuriko!! Save me!!" cried the girl, reaching out for her
friends, even though it was apparent that the violet-haired man and
the emperor were being confronted by both the bandits and illusion
wolves. When she saw that the bandit camp was no longer visible, she
dropped her hand and began to struggle against her captor. "Hanase!!
Let me go! Let me go back to my friends!"
Genrou
shrugged off the girl's attacks and concentrated on making it to his
destination. "Che, I've never seen such a disagreeable or
strangely-dressed girl in my whole damn life!"
Miaka
looked back at him, with fire in her eyes. "I am getting really
tired of this you know!? And sorry for being disagreeable! But if you
didn't notice, you just kidnapped me!!!"
Bursting
out into laughter, the red-haired boy ran faster than before and
stopped in front of a deserted shack at the side of a mountain.
Opening the door, he threw his prisoner to the floor and shrugged off
his overcoat. "Ya don't have ta worry about screamin', 'cause no
one will hear ya. The only ones who know 'bout this place is me 'n my
best friend."
Minareta
keshiki ga hikari no be-ru ni
Tsutsu
mareta nara tokimeki ga rizumo o kizamu yo...
"Now,
let's have some fun, ne?" whispered the bandit, wanting to test
the girl by scaring her. He looked at her face and found himself
starting to drown into her beautiful green eyes. Moving in to kiss
her, the last thing Genrou expected was a straight right hook landing
squarely on his cheek. =What in the hell!?=,
thought the boy, surprised out of his wits.
"So!
Just because I'm a girl, you already think that you can just take
advantage of me, can you!?" shouted Miaka, getting into a boxing
stance which looked more pathetic than terrifying.
=Damn,
this one sure is feisty...= Genrou sweatdropped and prevented
himself from laughing at the strange actions of the girl. Is this one
baka or what!? Turning away, he waved his hand as if telling the
kidnapped Miko to calm down. "Che, enough with the strange face
already. I only kidnapped ya so that I can get back my leader's
seat." he said as he closed his eyes and mockingly smiled.
"Besides, I don't even like women... and why in the hell are ya
doin' and ya aren't even listenin' to me!!"
Miaka
had peeled his shirt halfway off of his body in search of any
characters. Jumping back in surprise, she held out her hands in front
of her as if to ward off the boy. "Sorry! I was only looking to
see if you had a character on your body!!"
=Character?
She wouldn't be talking about the character on my arm..... would she?
Suzaku no Miko.....= Genrou immediately got on her face, just
like the uncouth bandit he pretends to be. "What in the hell do
ya mean a character on my body!? I would know if I had one, so stop
snoopin' around! Bakayarou!!"
Ikutsu
mo no ayamachi ikutsu mo no namida
Koete
yukeru futari de nara...
"Tasuki.....
is dead?" whispered Miaka, not quite believing her own words,
but the shattering reality of the coffin before her only made the
words taste all the worse.
Genrou
laid a careful hand on his boss' coffin, unsure of what to do. It
seems that it had just been yesterday that he was a follower, but
now... he's a leader. Glancing at Miaka from the corner of his eye,
he cannot quite accept the fact that it had been because of her than
he had control once again. Even after the fact that she has wasted
every single last one of his talismans and was an irritatingly dense
person..... Genrou had to admit that he admired her greatly.
Just
a few hours before, she has shown her honesty and her innate sense of
reason. Although it had been a futile move to throw herself at Eiken
to regain the tessen, Miaka had done such so that she could keep her
word to him. And that mirage.... the man with cerulean hair and
violet eyes... who was he?
"How
will we summon Suzaku now....." whispered Miaka to herself,
trying to hope against hope that there was a way to bring the dead
seishi back to life. Oblivious of everything around her, her eyes
grew misty with the threat to pour tears. When she was about to cry
her eyes out, she heard one of the bandits talking about a village
where a woman can resurrect the dead. Jumping blindly at the sudden
hope, Miaka seized the man by his shirt and brought his face
alarmingly close to hers. Even though he was able to hear her clearly
in his current position, the priestess condescended to scream
whatever she was saying on his face. "WHAT?!! WHY DIDN'T YOU
TELL US SOONER, OLD MAN!! Now we can finally revive Tasuki!! But
first...", the girl held up a rice bowl. "Can I have some
rice?" This caused everyone to fall flat on the ground in dismay
and slight irritation.
Genrou
bit back a sudden urge to cry out that Tasuki was actually alive and
standing in front of them, but his obligation to his people and his
master held him steadfastly in place. All he can do is try to
discourage her... "Ya dun even know whether or not this damn
fiasco is goin' ta work. Ye're tellin' me that ye're gonna go ta that
place without even knowin' if ye're gonna find what ye're all lookin'
fer?"
Hotohori
and Nuriko exchanged glances and turned their attention to Miaka, who
was smiling despite what the fiery-haired bandit said. As Genrou
walked out of the building and stood looking at the sunset on a
cliff, he felt a warm hand being placed on his shoulder. To his utter
and complete surprise, it was Miaka. "It makes no difference...
As long as we have that hope, I'll cling to it. Because where are we
going to be if we don't take any risks? You wouldn't have gotten your
leadership back, and I wouldn't have found someone I love so
deeply..."
In
hearing those words, Genrou faced Miaka, who didn't look back at him
and remained facing the sunset in the direction of the land of Kutou.
He does not understand what agony racks her heart and what gives her
the unwavering determination to take this journey, but he does know
that he feels obligated to protect her. "Why do you do this? I
thought you were just a stupid little crybaby when I first saw you,
but now.... I'm not so sure that I understand what you're thinking."
"So
you can speak properly and without swearing every few words, eh
Gen-chan?" smiled Miaka as a tear ran down her cheek. Making no
move to wipe it away, she turned around and got ready to leave the
bandit outpost. "There are many things that you don't know about
me... and there are even more things that I don't know about you....
but that doesn't mean that we can't be friends, Genrou. I'll be back
with the person to revive Tasuki... Take care until then."
She
walked down and Hotohori helped her get back up on to his horse, then
she turned back and waved. "Everyone, take care!! Bye Gen-chan!
Bye Kou-chan!! We'll be back!!"
At
the top of the cliff, Kouji inspected Genrou's face and saw slight
misgiving in his eyes. Smirking slightly, he knew what was going on
inside the amber eyed bandit's mind even more than Genrou did. "Ne,
Genrou... ya really wanted ta go with 'em, didn't cha? Ye're are a
total baka." He said jokingly before walking back to camp,
leaving Genrou to his private thoughts.
"Ah,
shut up Kouji. Do ya really think that I would turn my back on ya
guys? Besides, I told ya many times before that I hate women!!"
replied Genrou with a low voice, belying his calm exterior. In truth,
the girl affected him much more than he allowed himself to admit...
The
blue-haired bandit's smirk became wider, and as he retreated back
into the hideout, he added one last addition. "You say that,
Tasuki... but I know, you know, and everyone else knows that what ya
just said was total BS. Everyone here is totally capable of taking
care of themselves and each other... as long as the iron fan isn't
pointed towards us." Then, he disappeared.
Genrou/Tasuki
dropped his feigned aloofness and turned back to watch the three
figures melt into the vast land before him with a feeling of great
uncertainty in his mind... and the almost irrepressible desire to
follow.
Shiawase
ni naruyo aozora ni upon my soul
Watashi
o matte iru dareka ga iru...
"Miaka!!
Get down! These people are dead!!" cried Hotohori, seeing that
one of the ghouls was getting ready to lay their fingers on the sick
girl. Quickly reversing his sword, the emperor held it with both of
his hands and rapidly slashed upwards, severing his oppressor neatly
in half.
Nuriko
wasn't doing much better, for several of the monsters have gotten
hold of his legs, restricting any sudden movement. "Hotohori-sama!
Miaka! They won't stop coming!!"
A
voice suddenly pierced the throng like a resounding vibration of a
bell that has been tolled. "I really hate this! Monsters like
you disgust the hell out of me, and you should stay on the ground
where you belong!!" Then, Genrou made his entrance and unfolded
his iron fan.
Miaka's
watery eyes widened at the bandit, amazed that he would follow after
them and arrive at just the right time. "Genrou..."
Smirking
slightly, Genrou raised his tessen into the air. "Minna, get
down!!" As the three companions got down, the specters turned to
face the fiery haired thief with evil in their minds. "Rekka
Shinen!!"
A
torrid flame-blast dispatched of the ghouls, one after another as
they were burned into gray ashes to the ground. Miaka, Hotohori, and
Nuriko could only stare in awe at the raw power of fire which flowed
like a steady stream of crimson from the iron weapon. "Sugoi...
that's amazing..."
"Ha!
I thought that you might need some assistance, and I guess I got here
just in time." Genrou grinned crookedly and walked towards the
others. Nevertheless, he inwardly flinched when his sharp gaze
noticed that Miaka seemed to be more flushed than normal. He shrugged
it off as nothing as he walked closer to the three.
Nuriko
stood up and blinked, his eyes weren't deceiving him and he was
definitely seeing that red-haired bandit once again. "Hey, what
are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in Mount Reikaku getting
drunk and making sure your people stay in line?" he asked.
A
pair of glazed emerald eyes focused on the thief. "We haven't
had the chance to find Tasuki yet, Gen-chan... but we're soon going
to find a way.... just wait..."
Genrou
bit his lip when he saw how faint the priestess seemed. It was no use
hiding it... Miaka was sick and he could just feel the aura of death
vibrating from the entire town. Moreover, the girl got sick because
he would not tell the truth of who Tasuki is... talk about doing the
wrong things for the right reasons. Sighing, Genrou knelt on one knee
and smiled, showing his little fangs as he undid the white bandage on
his right forearm. "Aho... you should have know before... I
thought that it would have already been damn obvious," he
brought up his arm, exposing his character which was still glowing
crimson from the battle with the wraiths and his connection with
Suzaku no Miko.
Miaka
looked up, her eyes growing wider just before she dropped into a
faint caused by weariness. "Tasuki...."
Hontou
no jibun wa wakari ni kui kedo
Ai
to iu na no kagami ni utsu seba mieru hazu...
"Ah...
they're finally leaving..." sighed Chichiri from a tree.
"I
can't believe that we're over here having to fuckin' wait while
Miaka's putting herself in danger!! Chichiri! I could just knock you
off this tree for doin' that!" yelled Tasuki, actually
threatening to jump from the branch he is perched on and launch
himself at the mage's throat.
The
mage looked at the bandit with a slightly irritated look behind his
permanently-smiling mask. "Ano... you aren't very happy aren't
you, Tasuki?"
"HAPPY?!!
I'M F*CKIN' PISSED OFF!! How can we just abandon her like that?!! It
wasn't damn right of us to leave Miaka back there to fend for
herself! What would that stupid baka do if she suddenly gets
caught!?" shouted Tasuki, baring his fangs and hitting the tree
trunk with his tessen repeatedly. "What would gatherin' the
Suzaku Seven have been for if she's captured... or worse!??"
"You're
really very violent, na do da... Are you always like this, no da?"
asked Chichiri, his eyebrows coming together in curiosity and
confusion. Tasuki should know better... he has obviously seen the
Priestess fight before, but the younger boy seems to still be
extremely worried about her. "What else could we have done?
Every wrong move we make threatens her life, no da. If you care
greatly about Miaka as I know you do, listen to me. As long as we
keep away from her for now, she'll be safe." He took off his
mask to show a face in deep concentration.
"How
do you know that?"
"I
doubt that they will kill Miaka... No, I'm certain of it. The
Priestess of Seiryuu won't let anything happen to her."
Tasuki
calmed down and looked his fellow seishi with wide amber eyes. There
was just something about the other's words which brought him to a
standstill and made him look away. Why was he acting like such a
belligerent fool... even if he has always been a belligerent fool.
The question should be why does he care so much this time? There was
just something about Miaka which is different from other girls.
Something which caught his eyes. Is it her manners? Her optimism? Her
beauty? ......... Or was it because he gave up everything and
followed her? "....... I don't know.... anymore. Nevertheless,
if anything happens to her... I know that I will never be the same
again."
Atarashii
jikan ga ima mo sugite yuku
Kizutsu
itte mo tomaranai de!!
"Chichiri!
You stupid bastard! What's the idea tyin' me up her and scaring the
shit out of me!?" screamed Tasuki after seeing 'Nakago' drag
Miaka towards him. What he wouldn't give to have his hands around the
mage's throat at that moment.....
Chichiri's
eternal-smiling mask simply smiled even wider as he released the
bandit from his current predicament. "It wouldn't have been so
convincing to everyone else if you weren't terrified for real, no da?
The others wouldn't have listened to me, daa."
"Demo,
Chichiri... everyone else was at the other side and no one could have
come past here.... So there really wasn't any need for you to tie up
Tasuki, you know?" said Miaka. However, Tasuki noticed that her
voice was softer than normal... in fact, it almost seemed to be
breaking into sobs. It was as if she was crying inside....
After
sitting down, the three of them discussed how to get Yui and Tamahome
and themselves out of there. The Priestess was strangely silent as
the bandit and the mage did most of the talking. Unfortunately, she
could not suppress a pained yelp when Tasuki closed his fingers
around her wounded arm. "Aiiee!! Itai..."
"Miaka!
Daijoobu desu ka?" asked Chichiri.
"Oi...
there's..." Tasuki held up his fingers and saw a bright crimson
stain on them. A small drop ran down his hand and fell on the
Priestess, but it was nothing compared to the river of blood which
flowed from the re-opened wound. His amber eyes opened to their full
extent and he gently raised Miaka's bleeding arm to eye-level. "It's
broken badly.... WHO IN THE HELL DID THIS TO YOU!??"
The
words were spoken softly, but the ominous forewarning in Tasuki's
poison-edged voice scared Miaka. Despite the fact that Tamahome who
did this to her, she would not want anything to happen to him. She
loved him too much. "No... No, Tasuki. I hurt my arm when I
escaped from the dungeon." To throw his curiosity and rage off,
she handed him a handkerchief to bind her arm with, but a letter fell
out and her gaze became focused on it. =Tamahome.... you said that
you would come back to me... Tama... home.....=
Tasuki
continued to stare at her as Chichiri re-transformed into 'Nakago'.
"Take care of her Tasuki, I'll go and find Tamahome and her
friend."
The
bandit nodded in acknowledgment, but his gaze never wavered from the
red-haired priestess. He sighed and started to bind her arm, the
sight of the seemingly endless crimson flow caused a tight band to
wrap around his heart. =Miaka... do you actually think that I'm
stupid enough to think that someone didn't do this to you? Sure, you
can say that the ground broke your arm, tore your clothes, and
scratched your skin all at once. Or would you prefer to say that you
did it on your own?= "All right, this should be enough until
we can get Mitsukake to take care of you... "
Miaka
clenched her hand, trying to think quickly so that she can escape
before her guardian notices. Getting an idea, she pointed to the
distance. "Tasuki look!! Nakago is doing a strip show!!"
With the blink of an eye, the girl had the older boy bound back into
the pole, having caught him off-guard. "Forgive me... Tasuki..."
"What
in the--Miaka!!!" shouted Tasuki when he finally realized what
Miaka had done. He became tense with fear and rage, but it was not
enough to break the ropes which held him down. "You can't go
alone!! Miaka!!!!!"
But
she was gone...
Nakayoku
shiyou yo! Dakishimete million souls
Anata
o mitsumete iru dareka ga iru...
"Tamahome..."
whispered Miaka as she clutched her wounded arm, eyes wide with fear
and desperation as her true love stared down at her with violet eyes
as dark as a starless night sky and just as lifeless. Blood seeped
through her fingertips from her wound, contrasting with her white
shirt and pale skin. =How could this have happened? He said...
he... loved me... and his note... but then... no... NO!! This...
just... it can't be happening!!!=
//Wo
ai ni, Miaka... Ore wa anata ga hontou ni suki da...// These
words... mean nothing as the fragments of torn paper floated to the
ground from the hand that ripped them. Each rend ripped another
painful wound into the girl's heart, for the same hands which wrote
such heartfelt words became the hands which was tearing her soul
apart.
=Is
there no longer someone waiting for me?= "Iyaaaaaaa!!!!"
cried the priestess, her physical wound forgotten, but the emotional
torment she was suffering was causing her to black out. The last
thing she saw was a flying shadow which took her away from all this
pain and protected her from further harm. Then she drowned in the
merciful darkness within her mind. =Suzaku-sama... will you tell
me if people live with the same bewildering feeling inside? I may no
longer be able to experience it after this.... to love someone, or to
be loved by someone... I thought I knew... but now I don't.=
"Suzaku
no Miko..." Tamahome's gaze blazed as they rested on the
fire-haired shadow bearing the Priestess of Suzaku away from his
grasp. "Ima, ore wa anata ga... korosu."
Kotoba
o nakushita toki hohoemi kara
Saikou
no messeeji...
"Miaka!
Shikarishite!! Me o akete!" yelled Tasuki at the unconscious
priestess, not paying any heed to the trickle of blood forming on his
brow. Regardless of the fact that he almost gained a concussion from
the dark man's weapon, the seishi was glad that it hit him instead of
the girl. It meant that he arrived just in time to save her even if
she had a long head-start on him. =Why does this girl always have
to cause so much strife without meaning to?=
Chichiri
rushed over to his two companions and took the Priestess from Tasuki,
a worried frown creasing his face. However, the grimace deepened when
he saw who attacked Miaka and Tasuki. "TAMAHOME!! What do you
think you're doing!?"
That
settled everything for Tasuki, after everything that everyone said
about Tamahome's willing sacrifice to protect all of Konan, this
dissipated what respect he had for the man. Shaking with pure rage,
the seishi hissed out his anger while cradling Miaka to him. He
promised her that he would protect her, and even if she loved this
man, that was in the past and Tamahome hurt her. Proper retribution
must be attained. "The one who injured Miaka's arm... was it
you, Tamahome!?"
"Not
only her arm, you just had to tear her feelings apart... No matter
who it is..." Tasuki stood up and walked towards Tamahome, his
hands clenched in anger, eyes like lamps in the darkness, and fangs
bared. "I
will not forgive you!!"
"I
am not asking for you to forgive me." smirked the dark warrior,
slightly amused by the other's rage. "So what? What are you
going to do about it?"
"Kick
your ass!!!"
Shiawase
ni naruyo aozora ni upon my soul
Watashi
o matte iru dareka ga iru...
"Tasuki...."
whispered Miaka, tears falling as she sat next to the uncounscious
bandit. She could not believe what he had done and how far they have
come since their first meeting. What hurt even more is what Tamahome
did to Tasuki. Practically half of the seishi's body was
indiscernable from bruises, bandages, blood, and wounds which wound
around the boy. This wouldn't have happened if he defended himself,
but Tasuki didn't--for her sake.
"It's
all my fault."
"There
is no question about that." rasped a thin, pained voice. Tasuki
opened his good eye and focused it on his Miko with a soft gaze.
"All of this is because of you."
Miaka's
eyes filled with tears once again as she collapsed on the bed next to
the bandit, sobbing her heart out and causing him a slight bit of
pain by putting pressure on his chest. "Tasuki... if you want
to get revenge on me, then you can hurt me when you get better. I
don't deserve to be Suzaku no Miko, and I have lost Tamahome."
At the sound of his voice, the priestess' cries tripled with grief.
"At least you.. at least you can.. blame me for what... happened
to.... Oh Tasuki, I'm sorry!!"
The
crimson-haired seishi smiled gently at the girl who was weeping on
him, trying to fight back screaming in pain as she hugged him
tightly. He raised a hand and forced her chin up to look at him
straight in the eyes. Then he marveled at how soft her skin was,
feeling himself quickly drowing in twin pools of bright emerald and
diamond. "Miaka, when did I say that I blamed you for
everything that has happened? I simply made a statement that I went
through that because of you. This seishi have promised you that he
will protect you, and that is what he did. I would go through that
all over again if necessary."
"But...
Tasuki..."
"My
dear," murmured the boy as he sat up and held the girl so very
close to him, resting his chin on her soft auburn hair. "In
war, people get hurt. There is no changing that, and you must
understand that it was all for the best. We'll find a way to get
your lover back."
Miaka
clung to the wounded teen tightly, instinctively remembering that
Tamahome held her just in this exact way some time ago. However, she
never had such a sense of security and.... something else.... in his
arms as she did right now with Tasuki. All she wanted to do was stay
there forever and not let go... "I don't want to see you hurt
anymore..."
Tasuki
pulled away and looked down at her with intense amber eyes. "Miaka,
I already told you that--"
"I
no longer want to see the people I care about risk themselves over
me. I lost Tamahome, I don't want to lose you too!!" cried
Miaka, half-screaming as she closed in the distance between them. "I
don't know why, but everytime I see others hurt because of me, I just
wish for the ground to swallow me up or to lose myself in the sky and
never come back."
"This
may not be the best time to say this, but you do know that I believe
I'm in love with you, right?" whispered Tasuki, his own tears
starting to form, but he forced them back. He had just realized what
such a complex emotion love was, but was not about to hide it within
him for so long that it will gnaw at his heart forever. "I know
that you may not accept me and are still in love with Tamahome."
He
snuck a glance at the now-still figure still clutching him tightly as
he stroked her hair and moved on. "You may also always bear
some dislike for me because of the way I treated you when we first
met, but I can't help the fact that I still love you. You may never
love me back, but I consider it worth the risk now as to any other
time. If you wish for us to simply remain friends, then that is more
than what I believe I deserve."
The
priestess raised her head and slowly backed away from him to stare
out of the window in the bright expanse of blue sky and lush green
earth past the boundaries of Konan. Tasuki... loved her... why? She
still loved Tamahome, didn't she? But.... words said can be taken
back, and words written can be erased or torn. However... a solemn
vow can never be broken if there is an entity which watched over them
at all times. "Tasuki... I.... love you as well... but I am
afraid of what might...."
To
her surprise, Tasuki was right behind her, supported on his crutch as
he looked at her with eyes filled with nothing but pure,
unconditional love. There was not a trace of wanton desire or
fleeting lust in them... just a delicate light of emotion which
brought a true smile to her lips and a lifting of her burdened
spirit. "I will always be with you to protect you, Miaka...
even if we are far apart, I will still be there."
Miaka
averted her eyes to prevent him from seeing the confusion in them.
"Tamahome..."
"I
am not Tamahome."
He
was right, he wasn't Tamahome... He was a person who was desperately
in love with a girl that he would risk everything on Heaven and Earth
to keep her safe. "What must I do to convince you?"
"You
already have." said Miaka, turning around as she placed her
lips upon his in a kiss which was rivaled the sweetest of anything
anywhere. It was enough, for it fascinated both of them beyond
comprehension. "Just make a promise."
"A
promise to you..."
"No,
if you must promise something..." Miaka turned towards the
window again. "Swear it to the sky."
Tasuki
raised his face to the sky and opened his lips. "No matter how
many mistakes, now matter how many tears, I will get over it if the
two of us are there."
"Although
my true self is hard to understand, if I am reflected in the mirror
called Love, I can surely see." replied Miaka, entwining her
fingers into Tasuki's as they finished.
With
a heart-felt kiss to seal the pledge of love for all time.
Nakayoku
shiyou yo! Dakishimete million souls
Anata
o mitsumete iru dareka ga iru......
~Owari~
^~~=~~^
Yoru
ni obieteta omoide wa iranai, hitori ja nai sa
Kyoo
kara wa
Subete
ga koko de hajimaru sa
^~~=~~^
Aozora
ni Chikatte- Swearing to the Sky
~*~
The
Earth is round and seems to become aware
The
obedient heart once again remembers
The
familiar scenery in a vale of light
If
I hold on to it, my heartbeat will tick in rhythm
No
matter how many mistakes, no matter how many tears
I
will get over it if the two of us are there
It
becomes happiness in the blue sky upon my soul
There
is someone waiting for me
Although
my true self is hard to understand
If
I am reflected in the mirror called Love I can surely see
The
new time period will also pass by today
Even
if you're wounded, don't stop
Become
good friends! Hang on to it tightly million souls
There
is someone gazing at you.
When
you are at a loss for words, from a smile
There
is the greatest message...
It
becomes happiness in the blue sky upon my soul
There
is someone waiting for me
Become
good friends! Hang on to it tightly million souls
There
is someone gazing at you......
This
is for M.L. Shosei, who hit #1577 on my site and being the 2000th
person to peruse through it. Hontou ni arigatou gozaimasu. And
thank you for everyone who read this whether you liked it or not,
doumo arigatou gozaimashita.
~Asurahime
Aozora ni Chikatte- Swearing to the Sky
By: Ashurato