Untitled Fushigi Yuugi/Sailor Moon Crossover
Chapter Nine

WAI!!! I made it to over a hundred reviews!!! I don't believe it! You guys are great! I never expected to go so far. And it's all thanks to all the wonderful reviewers. Thank you all! I love you all! But not in that way^_~ Anyways, everyone should be thanking Moonrioko, for having this chapter done so soon, otherwise it would have been another two months.^_~ Read her story 'Doughnuts make the World Go Round' It's one of my faves!^_^ I've babbled enough I know, but if anyone still doesn't know what exactly happen last chapter, tell me! I know I might have missed a few^^;; Anyways enjoy!!!

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Shoka's house disappeared, once the Shikoki demon met it's end. As the rest of the seishi breathed a sigh of relief, Hotohori searched for Usagi. Any trace of the house vanished along with it's mistress and Usagi. Mentally he cursed himself, for not going after her from the start. If she was harmed, he could never forgive himself.

"Hotohori-sama?" Nuriko called out.
"Will one of you please help me find, Usagi?"

"Don't worry, she couldn't have gone far." Nuriko reassured.

"I don't know," Tasuki mumbled, "She looked ready to cry." The red haired bandit frowned a bit, he didn't like seeing his friends hurt. Tasuki shooked his head to clear his thought and gave a mock shuddered, announcing with false bravo, "If she still bawlin' her eyes out I'm outta here!"
Miaka smacked him in the arm. "Don't say things like that!" The young miko looked around the surrounding area, for any sight of the blonde. She couldn't deny that she felt guilt, for that crushed look in Usagi's eyes.

"Nuriko take Miaka to an inn for her to rest." Hotohori ordered as he turned down an alley, searching for Usagi. Mitsakuke had quietly paired up with Tasuki as they searched in the opposite direction.

The young emperor left no stone unturned on his search. He couldn't have lost Usagi, not yet. Hotohori had to explain his actions, correct his mistakes before it was too late.

"...Pretty girl...Pretty girl..." Hotohori looked on in disbelief as a tiny hunched over old lady appeared out of nowhere. Over excited eyes peered up at the emperor as a small bony hand tugged on his robes. She pointed in the direction on an darken alley, hoping ever so slightly, "Pretty girl!"

Letting his hopes rise ever so slightly, Hotohori let himself to guided into the alley. Perhaps its was the dark night or his nervousness, but time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. He knew that no more than a few minutes could have passed, since he stepped into the alley and saw the tiny hand laid lifeless on the ground. It's body hidden by forgotten moldy barrels. Hotohori hurried over to where the body laid. Usagi.

Hotohori didn't hesitate to scoop her up into his arms. Her skin was cold to the touch, while her body was frighteningly limp in his arms. As his heart beat in a frantic pace, Hotohori couldn't help but notice that the serene expression on her face. Though dry tears stained her cheeks, the slight upturn of her lips an indication of sweet dreams.

A pang in his heart, reminded Hotohori that he was responsible for any unpleasant dreams. Carefully, he kissed her right cheek. "Pleasant dreams Usa-chan. Forgive me..."

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Taiitsukun frowned as a crystal clear bubble floated into her palace. With a loud 'POP' A little old lady appeared, giggling happily. As her disguise melt away, replaced by her normal clothes the helper squealed out, "All done! All done!"

Taiitsukun batted away the foolish little helper, that had the gull to reappear inches from her face. Stupid little Nyan Nyans. They never bothered to learn the concept of personal space. She frowned as she observed the Suzaku Seishi, Hotohori carry the sleeping Usagi back to safety.

"Baka." The Creator mumbled, "Bad enough the miko and that idiot Tamahome are fumbling through their own relationship. Now the emperor has to insert his foot in his mouth! Idiots. At this rate a poker game would be a safer bet for the futures of Konan and Kutou."

"Taiitsukun?"

"Hmm?"

"You're talking to yourself, again!"

"SHUT UP!!!!!!"

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Usagi slept for three days.

A simple sleeping spell, Mitsakuke confirmed. Yet, the healer was not able to say when the spell would wear off. So, they let the princess sleep. Hotohori stay by her side, quietly tending to Usagi, and obeying Mitsakuke's orders. Hotohori brushed back Usagi's pale hair from her face, a somber expression on his handsome face.

The last three days, Hotohori thought of ways to explain his actions. None of his explanations sound right. Crushed sapphire blue eyes filled his mind's eye, while her heartbroken gasp filled his ears. He doubted that he would be able to forget that one look, that showed so much. The young man bowed his head over his bride's bedside, his thoughts filled with ways to redeem himself in her eyes...

The door closed as quietly as it was opened. Nuriko set the tray he was carrying down and leaned against the wall, a thoughtful expression on his face. "He really loves her."

"You're not mad about it, Nuriko?" Miaka questioned as she looked up from her text book. "I thought you didn't like Usagi."

"Baka. I dislike the fact Usagi is engage to Hotohori-sama." The purple haired seishi huffed. "As long as she lets me borrow clothes, she's my friend! Anyways, it was different when I thought Hotohori-sama like you of all people. I think Usagi really cares for Hotohori-sama otherwise she wouldn't have look so hurt."

"Perhaps," Mitsakuke began not looking up from his medicines. "Neither one is aware of their feelings. For one looking on, it's easy to observe the blossoming of love."

Nuriko and Miaka quietly pondered the wise words while Tasuki...."BWAHAHA!!! MORE SAKE!!!!!"

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Music...She heard music.

A flute...?

It was soft and gentle.

Usagi stirred sleepily, subconsciously moving closer to the warmth by her side. Lazily she opened her eyes, her vision blurred by sleep and the night. Snuggling deeper into the covers, she tried to pull the blankets up to her chin. The blanket caught on something. Usagi continued to tug on the blanket. The blonde reached out with her hand and was a bit startled when she found out a head of hair resting on her blanket covered stomach.

The dark silver strands spilled across the covers in careless beauty. Usagi stared at him for a moment, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She vaguely noted that his hand covered hers.

'...I cannot kill someone I love...'

A tear escaped as Usagi struggled to sit up without waking up Hotohori. With her free hand she brushed back the silken strands noting that even in his sleep, he was prefect. He was her intended, but he loved Miaka. For that she would let him go...but not before a kiss.

Just one. Not even, one the lips was necessary.

Just a simple kiss on the cheek.

Her silvery blonde hair spilled over her shoulder as Usagi leaned down, intertwining with Hotohori's dark silver hair. Gently she pressed her lips against his right cheek, just as another tear fell onto his cheek. "Ai shiteru Hoto-chan..."
Quietly she pulled her hand from his grasp and placed her pillow under his head. Curled up on the other side of the bed, Usagi listened to the music playing outside the window, letting the medley soothe her troubled heart.

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Birds, cheerfully chirping greeted his ears. Then he was greeted with an empty bed.

In that instant, the usually clam emperor almost gave into the panic rising in his chest, when he heard laughter from the other room. Hotohori recognized Usagi's voice as she teased Tasuki.

"Gen-chan no baka!!!"

"Shuddup!"

"Aw! Poor Gen-chan! You doesn't feel good!"

"It's your fault for challenging that big guy to a drinking contest, Fang boy."

"Bite me!"
"No thank you. It isn't ladylike."

"Ya ain't a %^#& lady!"

A loud thump echoed in the room. Hotohori was pretty sure that Nuriko had just used his superior strength against the loud mouthed bandit. He opened the door and stepped out. Miaka looked up from her breakfast, "Ohayo Hotohori!" She exclaimed with a smile.

Usagi didn't look up at him, she kept her attention on Tasuki's swirling eyes. "Good morning Hotohori-san."

Nobody failed to noticed the sudden switch in formalities. Tasuki was the only one that voiced any opinion, obviously not learning his lesson to keep his mouth shut. "What?! No $*%&#$ Hoto-chan?!" He fluttered his eyelashes dramatically. "Hoto-chan! Hoto-chan!"

Usagi turned bright red at Tasuki's high pitched impersonation. The tiny princess launched herself at the bandit. "GEN-CHAN NO BAKA!!!"

Mitsakuke looked at the scene before him, Tama-neko propped on his shoulder. The man thought of the passed three days and muttered to himself "I have a feeling that this is a very common occurrence and I should prepare more medicines."

"Meow!" Tama-neko purred.
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After Usagi's awaking, things remained uneventful. The group continued to search for the final seishi.

Throughout that time, things remained the same between Hotohori and Usagi. The blonde had distant herself from the young emperor, preferring the company of Tasuki and Nuriko. She had even used Tama-neko to distant herself. He was beginning to dislike that cat...and that was putting it mildly. It wasn't for the lack of trying on Hotohori's part that things remained the same. Numerous times a day he tried to find of ways to speak with Usagi, to repair what damage was done. But luck wasn't on his side.

Yet...

At night sleep did not come easy to the princess. Almost everyone borne marks of Usagi fitful sleep. All had a kick marks somewhere on their bodies, Nuriko complained as much as he could, expect Hotohori. In Tasuki's words:

'Why the $%&@# are we gettin' kick?! That baka broke her $@&^# heart!!!'

It was nice to know Tasuki remained as eloquent as ever, even in different settings.

Never once was Hotohori kicked by a sleeping Usagi. Rather in the mornings he found the blonde neatly curled against him, sleeping peaceful. If he didn't know any better Hotohori would say that Usagi couldn't sleep without him by her side.

"Nuriko-chan! Miaka-chan!"

Hotohori looked up as Usagi cheerfully called out, Tama-neko perched on her head in between in her buns. Surrounding her were Tamahome's four siblings and Tasuki all cheering and laughing expect for the bandit. He had Yuiren sitting on his shoulders, the little girl happily clutched fistful of his hair to keep from falling. Needless to say, he wasn't happy. They had arrived on market day* and after the morning events Usagi insisted that the children show her, their village. With Nuriko and Miaka in the kitchen and chores already done, all readily agreed. Hotohori watched Usagi hand Yuiren a piece of candy while Tasuki complained loudly ,causing the blonde to giggled. They looked like a happy family. Hotohori scowled at the thought. Usagi was his.

"Hotohori-kun." Usagi acknowledged quietly, looking down at her bundle.

"Usagi-chan." Hotohori smiled at the blonde. Hotohori-kun was a definite improvement over Hotohori-san, and at least was she willing to talk to him for a bit. "What did you buy?"

With barely contain excitement, Yuiren bounced up and down. "Usagi-san got paints!!!"

Tasuki tried to glared at the little girl on his shoulders. "Will ya cut that off?!"

"Watercolors." Usagi replied, holding them out for his inspection. Hotohori barely glanced at the set of parchment and paints. Usagi's face glowed with pleasure, it was obvious that painting was something she enjoyed. How little he knew about her, yet it didn't matter. Hotohori was willing to wait and learn.

Yuiren tugged on Tasuki's shirt in order to be let down. The brown haired child scrambled to Usagi's side before smiling brightly at the emperor. "Usagi-san is going to show us how to paint!"

Not only was the child intelligent enough to acknowledge his superior beauty, but Yuiren had unknowingly gave him a way to talk with Usagi and she wouldn't back out because of the children. "I never had time for such hobbies," Hotohori began. He moved forward only to have Usagi take a step back. She was on guard and he didn't like it, but Hotohori had no one to blame but himself. He extended his hand and wait for Usagi to pass him the watercolor set. As she did, he smiled at her, "Care to show me?"

Usagi fiddled with her sleeves nervously, uncertainty dancing in her eyes as she silently agreed with a nod of her head.

(*=I not sure if they had market days in Ancient China, I know they have them in Mexico, because my grandmother use to take me when I visited. It was the only time I was allowed to walk in the middle of the road.^_^)
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It was not good for a man's ego to find out that a four year old had better artistic skills than him. Hotohori frowned down at the paper before him and decide that flowers, animals, and people were not within his artistic abilities.

"Hoto-chan!" Usagi scolded playfully as she leaned over his shoulder. He wondered if she noticed her slip of the tongue. She didn't seem to, for Usagi treated him just like before for she was lost in her own world for the moment. "You hold the brush like this." Usagi's small hand covered his and guided it across the paper in one fluid motion. Hotohori didn't spare the paper a glance as he watched a faint blush spread across her cheeks. Her blue eyes stay focused on the piece of parchment before them. "See? It's a-"

"Usagi, we need to talk." Hotohori murmured softly as he took ahold of her hand.

"There's nothing to talk about," Usagi disagreed as she pulled away. "When we return to Konan...I'll return home." She smiled shakily at him as if she didn't want to continue. "Konan will still have it's treaty, just without the marriage. It's better that way."

"No."

"Nani?" Usagi looked up at him, confused. Why would he say no?

"Usagi-san!" Shunkei called out, "I'm done!"

Usagi hurried to the little boy's side. "Usagi," she looked back to him. Hotohori got up, leaving the brush laying on top of the paper. "This matter isn't resolved yet. Before we return to Konan, it will be."

Usagi watched Hotohori returned to the small house, dreading the moment when everything would be put into their place.

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From the window Usagi watched the new seishi reveal himself.

The final seishi.

Which meant that by tomorrow, they would be returning to the Konan Palace. The capital was mere hours away, she could avoided Hotohori until then. She had manage to avoid him for a long time now. A few hours couldn't be any harder that the last few days. Usagi let the curtain fall as she trudged back to her floor mat. Everything will be settled by tomorrow and she would go home. A tear fell onto the mat.

She didn't want to go home...

She wanted to be with Hotohori...

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Usagi quickly pinned her long hair into a loose bun before grabbing an extra set of clean clothes. Everyone was getting ready for breakfast, no one would notice if she slipped away to bathe in the river. As she walked out, three pairs of eyes watched her leave.

"You know, we shouldn't really get involved."
"Che. Who said that we're gettin' involved?"

"Anno...Who is she?"

"I mean. Just days ago she was in my way of making Hotohori-sama realize his love for me."

"Yer delusional."

"She is not a fellow seishi, is she?"

"'Sagi? HA! We'd be doomed if she was."

"I've got it!"

"What?"

"Did you even listen to a word a said?!"

Tasuki looked up from his breakfast. "Was I suppose to?"

"You idiot!!!"

Chiriko looked on, wondering what exactly he got himself into...

Mitsakuke took pity on the newest seishi's apparent confusion. "You'll get use to it."

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Had Usagi been born a man, Hotohori had a feeling so would make a very interesting military general. She was quite clever at sneaking off, hiding herself and reappearing when she needed too. That or she was remarkably apt at getting lost. "Nuriko have you seen Usagi?"

Nuriko elbowed Tasuki next to him. Tasuki scowled, at the crossdresser, "She's out by the riverbank."

"Alone?" Hotohori frowned, at their nods. Was it wrong that he was strangely pleased that either man wasn't with his future bride? Both men had, had Usagi's attention ever since they left Mitsakuke's village, much to his displeasure. "Why didn't one of you insist on escorting her? It could be dangerous for out there alone."

Tasuki smirked. "She went to take a bath."

"Oh."

"I could go-OWW!!!"

"We figured we give Usa-chan her privacy." Nuriko grinned stomping on Tasuki's foot. Hotohori's frown deepen at the affectionate name.

"I was thinkin' of goin' down there and stealin' her clothes, to get even with 'Sagi fer all those kicks."

"You will do no such thing!" Hotohori exclaimed angrily.

"Then you go and steal 'Sagi's clothes." Tasuki challenged, "She'd have to listen to ya, then. She'd have no choice."

"I would do no such thing." Hotohori replied, before walking out. Really! To suggest such an idea to him, the emperor no less. But Tasuki's idea had already taken root. It was cruel idea to steal someone clothes while they bathe. It most definitely was beneath an emperor's dignity to take such actions.

'When we return to Konan...I will return home.'

But sometimes one needed to take drastic measures. Pushing the fact that he was the emperor of Konan to the back of his mind, Hotohori made his way to the riverbank. Determine to make Usagi to listen him...By any means necessary.

After all everything was fair in love and war...

Two pairs of eyes watched as the emperor made his way to the riverbank.

"You know, we really shouldn't go and spy on them."

"Why the %&% not?!"
"This is something that should remain between them and no one else."

"That didn' stop ya before, Gay boy. Why the $#@% is it stoppin' ya now?!"

Nuriko grinned, ignoring the insults. "Well when you put it that way...Lets go Fang boy!"

"Thats what I've been tryin' to tell ya!"
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Usagi slowly pulled out the pins of her hair. She winced slightly as the pin caught of a strand of wet hair. Soon, the pale gold locks drifted about her body on the water's surface. Relaxing she let her body float gently as her eyes closed. She kicked her feet moving slowly back to the bank where she could toss the hair pins, so she could swim freely. Carelessly Usagi lifted her hand out of the water, pins in hands.

A hand wrapped arm her wrist. "ITAI!!!"

Usagi lashed out with all her might until the hand released it's hold. Breathing heavily Usagi swam to the center of the river. Arms protectively covering her chest, Usagi looked at her attacker. "Hotohori?!"
The usually regal emperor of Konan sat on the edge of the riverbank holding a redden cheek as water sloshed around his feet, a baffled expression on his face. Hotohori looked at Usagi, "For someone so small, you are very strong, Usagi."

Usagi sanked deeper in the water...She just slapped the emperor...

"But that's not why am I here."

"You're here because you're a closet ecchi?" Usagi could have slapped herself for what she just said. Really insulting Gen-chan was one thing. Calling the man you loved who also happen to be the most important men in the region, a closet pervert was another thing. "Gomen. Umm...Can you pass me my robe?"

"No." The shocked expression of her face cause Hotohori to chuckled quietly. Amused he gathered both sets of Usagi's clothes as Usagi watched helplessly as her clothes disappeared into some berry bushes.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY CLOTHES?!!" Usagi shrieked flapping her arms frantically in the water.

In the bushes, two head poked out. "Where was she hiding those?!"

"Baka! Sshhh!"

"Don't &#&% 'sshhh' me! You were looking too!"
"If you don't shut up, you're going to be-"

"Shuddup!!!"
Hotohori sat down again and waited for her to calm down. As propriety called for Hotohori kept his gaze no lower than her neck. Rather he had a feeling, if he looked any lower Usagi would have his head on a platter. Despite Hotohori couldn't help compare her to a lovely water sprite with alabaster skin and jewel like eyes. "You can't swim away. There are fisherman less than a mile down river. Would you like to talk now?"

"..."

Hotohori admired the delicate backside of Usagi as she turned away. "Very well. Then will you listen?"

"..."

"Do you the legend of the Four Gods?" Usagi shot him a dirty look, "Of course you do. You cannot stay long on in one of the four empire without learning the legends." The blonde began to ring out the excess water, Hotohori watched the simple movements, a faint admiring smile on his lips.

Usagi turned ever so slightly, "And?" she questioned expectedly.

So, she was paying attention. "When I first heard the legend I was so hopeful. Hopeful, that perhaps I would one day have finally someone who loved me." Usagi turned around slowly, head tilted to the side, her dark blue eyes unreadable.

"And now you're in love with Miaka..."

"No. I am not."

"Don't lie to me!!!" Usagi exclaimed angrily splashing water on him, the best as she could. Her sudden fury didn't last for long when she just as quickly slumped back into the water. "Then why did you say...Nevermind, I'm cold. May I get out now?" Usagi questioned quietly. She didn't want to discuss this, she just wanted to go home and mend her broken heart.

"Not until we're done."

"I thought we were."
Hotohori frowned at Usagi's reply. "Usagi I am not in love with Miaka. Perhaps I believe I was...because she was the Suzaku no Miko."

'You should asked Hotohori-sama about his childhood.' She looked up at the blue sky, and took a deep breath. "What's the difference of being in love with the miko and being in love with Miaka?"
"The priestess was of my imagination. A companion who did not seek to use to me for gaining power, who did not care I was the emperor...I just wanted someone who would loved me..."

~I love you.~ Usagi thought, as she turned away.

"Miaka was different, not at all what I had imagined. Though I did care for her, her heart already belonged to another. I was in love with a perfect image and I failed to see it for what it was. In the process....Hurting you. Did you know that I still see your face on that night in my mind? You looked so hurt...My callousness hurt you, please me forgive me?"

Usagi turned around. Hotohori stood on the edge, his hand out stretched, his slightly wet overshirt in his hand. Usagi, hesitated at first, walked up slowly taking the shirt. Once she wrapped the oversized shirt around her body, Hotohori pulled her into his arms. "Hoto-chan?"

"Please don't leave Konan," Hotohori laid his head on her shoulder, "Forgive me...Please stay with me...Let me redeem myself."

Usagi grasped the folds of Hotohori's shirt, tightly. Knowing what she wanted to say but was unable to say the words. Hotohori was about to release her when, she didn't answer. Then with a small nod, she agreed. Usagi turned around, resting her head on his chest. "Hoto-chan...I"

"Nice to see you're in good hands, Koneko-chan."

The two royals turned around. Standing a few feet away, stood Haruka, Michiru, Hotoru and Setsuna. Usagi, bright red, attempted to hide behind Hotohori, while Hotohori turned a faint red.

"Your highness, Usagi-hime."

"Usagi-hime, where are your clothes?"

"Ahem...perhaps we should leave you alone for a bit."

"Nah! Because then we might have a royal bun in the oven, on our hands."

"Haruka!"

"Heh. Gomen." Haruka, didn't look very sincere as she apologized. Maybe it was the wink, that added to that impression.

Setsuna sighed. "We'll meet up in a half an hour. I believe that would significant time to fish out Usagi's clothes from the berry bushes."

"Well someone was desperate..." Haruka drawled before Michiru smacked her upside the head.

"Behave."

"Hai."

"Your majesties?" Setsuna called out as they walked away, "I believe your friends, that are hiding in the poison ivy would be more than happy to help" Hotohori and Usagi turned to see two chibified seishi, both fumbling through excuses.

"IT"S HIS FAULT!!!" Nuriko and Tasuki bellowed out at the same time.

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Mitsakuke put his medicines to good use once Nuriko and Tasuki came trudging back. In their hands they carried Usagi's clothes, that were in a better state than the two seishi. Usagi and Miaka had to smother their giggles as they walked in. Nuriko and Tasuki scowled at the duo but said nothing.

"Minna-chan," Usagi giggled, slightly. "We're leaving in an hour. Will you two be ready?"

Both seishi grunted. Usagi smiled, "Chiriko-kun, maybe you should play your flute for Gen-chan and Nuriko, so they wouldn't be so grumpy!"
"As you wish your highness."

"Usagi-chan." Usagi corrected before darting off, missing the blush staining the newcomer's cheeks.

"Usagi-chan is in a better mood, so is Hotohori." Miaka stated, "Does this mean they made up? I hope so! Wouldn't Tamahome be surprised when we see him tonight!"
Chiriko smiled politely while Nuriko and Tasuki grunted as they tended to their wounds.

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No one noticed the missing couple as they took a detour.

"Hoto-chan?" Usagi looked up confused. "Where are we going?"

"To the palace." Hotohori smiled down at the blonde. He had been incredibly pleased when she asked if she could ride with him. Nothing could dampen his spirits for the rest of the day, he had Usagi back, and nothing could be better. For the rest of morning, he relished having Usagi in his arms. Before she had always opted to ride by herself or with Nuriko. During those times he had not been in the bests of moods. "The council does not know that I'm not in residence. It is best that we sneak in..." "But how do they not know you're not here?" Usagi questioned, "There can't be two Hoto-chans!"

"You'll see." Hotohori replied, as he got off the horse. Gently he wrapped his hands about Usagi's waist, lifted her off and set her on the ground. He couldn't help but think about how small she was...His hands almost spanned her waist. She looked up at him, questioningly with her wide blue eyes, and a tiny smile on her face.

Before he knew what he was doing, Hotohori, leaned forward letting his lips gently caress hers. He felt her small hands take ahold of the fabric of his shirt as she willingly leaned into him. She tasted like the strawberries she adored. In that moment he forgot everything. That he was emperor, his duty to both his people, the miko, and all of his troubles as he deepened the kiss.

"Your highnesses?"

Hotohori was tempted to yell 'Go away and leave me be.' But Usagi already pulled away, a blush on her cheeks. "Setsuna." She greeted feebly.

"The Empress has already arrived," Setsuna informed, "and as well, the rest of the Suzaku seishi I believe. Chirichi is already on his way to greet them. It's best that you both make yourselves presentable."

Hotohori and Usagi watched as the green haired advisor walked away.

"I'm beginning to think she has really bad timing on purpose." Usagi mumbled as they made they're way to the palace. Hotohori chuckled, wrapping his arms around her as they walked.

"Ai shiteru." He whispered in her ear contentedly.

"H-honto?" Usagi, couldn't believed it.

"Hai."

Usagi turned around, Hotohori's arms still wrapped around her, and threw her arms about his neck. She hugged him tightly burying her head into the folds of his shirt. For a moment she listened to his heartbeat. Usagi blinked back tears as she held him, feeling so wonderfully happy.

"Ai shiteru Hoto-chan."

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This chapter is longer then expected ^^;; After nine chapters, they're finally together! ^_~ So, how was it? Did I do it right or did I completely screwed it?!^_^ If I ended it here, how many people would come after me?^_~