Violet and Blue: Masks
Chapter One
By Ranma Inverse
(Her first attempt at Shounen-ai. Please be merciful!)







Author's note: Thank you for the two reviews!! ^^ I very much appreciate it as this is my first attempt (which I shall remind you guys every chapter. >.>; )
note: Sore wa himitsu desu means that is a secret.
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Oddly enough, Suzaku did hear the masked suzaku warrior's prayer. Normally he was too busy playing chess with Seiryuu, who normally cheated, by the way, to listen to most of the prayers his people said. And..ooh! Darn that Seiryuu! If he cheated ONE more time, he was gonna...

Ahem.

Suzaku heard the masked suzaku warrior's prayer, and smiled to himself. Perhaps...perhaps...

. . .

Chichiri travelled through the woods in the evening, as he had grown to like walking when it was so peaceful and the stars would shine brightly overhead. He stopped when he came across a small lake. It wasn't the lake that stopped him in his tracks, cool and pleasant though it was. Nor was it the beautiful sight of the trees and the grass swaying ever so gently with the wind. No, it was something much different than that.

It was someone.

There, on a rock near the lake sat the object of his effections and his forlorn dreams. The purple-haired suzaku warrior was childishly dangling bare feet in the water and staring up at the moon, wearing baggy black pants so like his own and a purple shirt. His hair was just like it had been before he died.

"N...Nuriko?" Chichiri finally found his voice. The movement of Nuriko's feet stopped and he looked up, wearing a content smile.

"I never thought I'd see you again, Chichiri." Came the warm voice. Chichiri couldn't help but smile.

"Suzaku, I can't believe you're actually here no da. How..?" The monk asked. Nuriko stood up and stepped out of the water, walking over to him.

The violet-eyed man laughed. "I'm here, but only you can see or feel me. If Miaka passed by here right now, she'd see you talking to yourself."

Chichiri's mood dampened slightly at the mention of Miaka. He remembered how Nuriko was around the lucky girl. Nuriko loved Miaka...not..him. He sighed.

"Why me? Why not Miaka? Surely it would be better if it was she who could see you no da?"

Violet eyes glinted with a slight mischeif, but his lips were curved down ever-so-slightly. "Miaka loves Tamahome. I love her, but not in the way Tamahome or anyone else might think. She's...she's my little sister. The one I have to protect."

"Why me, then?"

A giggle. Nuriko walked to him. "Sore...wa..."

Chichiri blinked. "That is...?"

"Himitsu desu!"

Facefault.

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Notes: Alright, so if the chapters are this short it might just end up being more than three parts..definitely more than three if the next one is this short. x.x;