AN: yay! the second part! hee! since i had nothing to do this fourth of july, i got it done! da... i didnt even go see fire works again this year... ::sigh:: anyhow, i think this was better than doing that! i guess this fic is coming along all right... i mean, its kinda...corny, but hey! i suppose all my fic is @_@. any how, for those of you who are actually reading it and enjoying it, theres still more to come!

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Chichiri lay in bed later that night, his mind reeling and keeping him from sleep. He sighed lightly and looked over to the other bed in the room just a few feet away from him. Tasuki was sound asleep, sprawled out over the mattress with his mouth open, snoring softly. After a moment, Chichiri quietly sat up and went to his bag and pulled out a change of clothes, since his others from before were still wet in the bathroom. He dressed quickly and took the key off the night stand between the beds and left the room, closing the door soundlessly behind him.

He couldn't stop thinking about that girl and he trudged down the dimly lit hall of the hotel to the main lobby. Something wasn't quite right, and that feeling wouldn't leave him. He decided maybe a walk around the hotel would help clear his mind.

He started slightly when he looked up and saw a man seated on a couch in the center of the lobby, his feet propped up on a table and a news paper in his hands. "Good evening," he said politely as he went to pass, surprised when the man jumped. "Sorry, no da!" Chichiri laughed nervously. "I didn't mean to scare you, na no da."

The middle aged man clad in faded blue jeans and a loud, button-up western shirt with a bolo around his neck sat up straight and set his paper aside. "Don't worry about it! No harm done. I didn't know anyone else was awake."

"That makes two of us, no da. It is rather late."

"That it is." The man paused for a moment, looking him over. "Where ya headed this time of the night, if ya don't mind me asking?"

Chichiri shook his head. "Not at all, no da. I was just going for a short walk. I can't seem to sleep for some reason, no da."

"Why's that? Did ya see the Cheyenne ghost or something?"

Chichiri perked up at that. "Cheyenne ghost, no da?"

"You ain't ever heard the legend?"

"Afraid not, no da. I'm not from around here, na no da." Chichiri replied, taking a seat next to him, keeping a respectable distance between them.

"It's a fairly old tail told by mostly the elderly folk back in Wyoming, but it's also told here since the fellow's girl friend is the one roaming the beach. Somethin' happened in a rodeo I guess and it upset her."

Chichiri nodded in response, listening intently to his every word and waiting for him to finish.

"So anyway, something happened, and then the girl just ended up killing herself in the ocean."

The man paused again and sighed, leaning back in his seat and putting his feet back on the table top. "Tragedy it was. The only thing that was found was her diary by her bed side. She was a pretty girl. They made a handsome couple, him and her did, and ever since that day, it's been said that she walks the beach here at night."

Chichiri was silent for a moment, contemplating the story that he had just heard. Could it be that the girl he saw early that evening was the one that was mentioned in the story? It made sense if it were her. He turned his gaze from the floor to the man beside him. "What made her kill herself no da?"

The man laughed and shrugged his burly shoulders. "Don't know. Never heard that part of the story. All I know is that both the boy and the girl are dead now."

"Well, what was in her diary no da?"

"Don't know that either. You'd have to go to Cheyenne or somethin' where it happened to find the real story, I reckon"

Chichiri nodded and then stood. "Thank you for sharing that story with me, no da. If you don't mind, I'm going to go back to my room. I think I'll be able to sleep now, na no da."

"All righty! Nice talking to you, boy!"

Chichiri nodded again and turned to hurry back to the room. When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Tasuki sitting up and flipping thought the limited channels of the little TV on the dresser against the wall on the opposite room. "Have a nice walk?" he asked, not looking away from the fuzzy screen. Chichiri was silent as he entered and didn't say anything until he was seated on his bed.

"I suppose so, no da."

"Ya woke me up."

"Sorry. I tried not to, no da."

Tasuki finally looked to his companion who was staring down at his feet, his hands fumbling with this sheets of his bed as they rested on either side of him. Confused, Tasuki set the controller aside and sat up more. "What's the matter with you now?"

"What?" Chichiri asked, looking up, having been to lost in thought to even realize that he was being addressed.

Tasuki rolled his eyes and clicked on the lamp before picking the controller back up and switching the TV off, then tossing it to the side. "Okay, what happened?"

Chichiri scratched at the back of his head with one hand and sighed lightly. "I met an interesting man in the lobby, no da, and he told me a story that has made me even more restless than I was before I left, na no da."

"What was the story 'bout?"

"A girl that killed herself by running into the ocean."

Tasuki blinked, stunned at his blunt reply, but then laughed. "See? Water is fuckin' evil! What did I tell ya?"

The older man answered his question with one of his own. "Would you mind if we stayed here for one more night, Tasuki, no da?"

"Why? You wanna see if ya can catch yer ghost chicky this time?"

Chichiri gave him an exasperated look. "I'm being serious, no da..."

"All right, all right! Shit, man! Don't have a fuckin' cow! Naw, I don't mind if we stay longer. I kinda like this place myself."

"Thank you, Tasuki, no da."

"Yeah, yeah. Now shut up will ya? I need t' get my fuckin' beauty sleep."

With that, the red haired man reached over and clicked off the light, engulfing the room in darkness and settled down once more.

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Chichiri went to the beach alone this time since Tasuki had discovered that the hotel had a bar inside of it. He didn't mind though. He actually wanted to do this on his own. He usually always enjoyed his loud friend's company, but he knew that Tasuki would have done nothing but shoot his mouth off and made this out going a rather exasperating trip. Chichiri laughed to himself at that thought. Tasuki was the only one that could wear his patients to exasperation.

The wind blew gently, but it was a chilly breeze, and Chichiri was thankful he had brought his wind breaker with him as he walked. He kicked at a small rock in the sand before looking up to the sky. It was almost time. If the story were true, then the girl should be making her routine run to the water any minute now.

As he expected, he soon saw the girl running down the beach again with the same stumbling anguish of the night before. Chichiri picked up his pace to a light jog and caught up to her a few yards away from the water, but when he jumped in her path, something that he didn't expect happened. His whole body went stiff and he shuddered involuntarily as the girl's spirit passed right through him. For a moment, he couldn't move, bewildered, but then managed to turn around. "Wait, no da! Please!" he called out to her frantically.

The girl paused and turned back to him, her pale face streaked with tears that still fell from her eyes. "He's gone..." she said in an unnatural voice that sent shivers down Chichiri's spine. "And it's all my fault... I should have stopped him! I shouldn't have let him ride! Andy!" she finished before breaking into sobs and turning back to the water and continuing her flight into the churning sea. Chichiri could only stand there for another long lapse of time, and let out the breath that he realized he had been holding.

Then a thought came to him. Quickly he made his way up the beach and back to the hotel towards the bar where he knew Tasuki would still be. Sure enough, the easy going red head was seated at the bar, laughing loudly with a few others that he had befriended. The smokey air and the loud music made Chichiri uncomfortable as he went up to his friend and tugged at his sleeve. Tasuki's face lit up with surprise when he turned and saw him standing there beside him. "Chichiri?? What the fuck are ya doin' in here?"

"Tasuki, no da. Come back to the room with me, no da."

"What?? I ain't even had my third glass yet? Why dontcha just pull up a stool an' join me an' my buddies here?"

Chichiri shook his head. "Please, Tasuki. It's too loud in here for me to even hear myself think let alone talk to you, no da!"

Tasuki eyed him for a moment, and then sighed, placing some money on the bar before following him out. "This had better be good. Ya know I don't like leavin' bars until I'm at lest a little woozy."

"I know, no da, but this is important ... well, too me at least," Chichiri replied as he unlocked the door to their room.

"Okay, so what's so important that couldn't wait til' mornin'?"

Chichiri waited until they were both in the room, then closed the door before looking to his friend and saying quietly, "I talk to her tonight, no da."

"Who? Yer ghost chick?"

"Yes. Tasuki, I want to go to Cheyenne, Wyoming."

"What!?" Tasuki cried. "Do you know how fuckin' far that is from here?? Shit, man! I think yer takin' this a little too far! I thought we were supposed t' be headin' home after this last stop!"

"I know, no da, but if you could have just been there with me tonight and could have seen the sadness in her eyes, no da... Please, Tasuki. I won't be able to rest until I find out more. There was more to the story, but the man didn't know it, no da. I have to know what happened, no da."

"Why the fuck do you 'have to know'?? It ain't none o' our fuckin' business! The chick is dead, an' there ain't no way o' bringin' her back! Shit, Chichiri! It ain't gonna be nothin' but a wild goose chase all over the fuckin' continent, an' I hate poultry!"

Chichiri sighed and rubbed at his temples which were now throbbing with the beginning of a head ache. He should have know better than to ask something like this of Tasuki. He had been patient enough through this trip as it was, even though it was his idea. But Chichiri had kept promising him just one more stop and then they would head back home, but that one stop turned into several, so he couldn't blame the younger man for being annoyed.

"Fine then, no da. I'll take you home and then come back on my own, no da."

"Don't try an' put a guilt trip on my shoulders, ya fuckin' sneaky bastard!"

"I'm not, no da!" Chichiri exclaimed in shock. That idea hadn't even crossed his mind! "I'm being serious, no da! I've dragged you around for long enough! I understand that you want to go home, and it's completely fine with me, no da!"

Tasuki folded his arms over his chest and glared at him. "Yer damn right its fine! Tsk! Enough is enough, ya know!" He paused for a moment and then sighed heavily, letting his arms drop to his side. "Fuck! Ya know I can't let ya go by yerself."

Chichiri looked up to him curiously. "So you're coming, no da?"

"Yeah ... but this is the LAST stop fer sure, dammit! If ya pull this shit again on me after it, I'll fuckin' walk home if I have to!"

Chichiri laughed lightly, happy that he wouldn't have to go alone after all. "You have my absolute word that this will be the very last stop, no da! Thank you, Tasuki, no da!"