Disclaimer: I don't own FY.

Warning: A little angst in this chapter, but mostly sweetness. Oh, I changed the warnings in chapter 3 and 4...I've decided to make this fic one depicting love in ultimate purity, like one between, for example, two children. So the rating's going to change probably, too.

Little Blog: Um… so are the rabid yaoi fan girls going to eat me. ^-^' No, I think even they will like this. I hope everyone will be okei with the transition I make, I just know how I want this story to go, and it's not a lemon-limey path.

These green hills are ceaseless, forever running into the horizon laced with the tips of pine trees. Wind, billowing my robes, caressing my pale skin with its icy hands, awakens in me a sense of deep attentiveness, a refreshing coolness. My eye falls upon him, seated before me, legs crossed in the same manner as my own, hands stroking the soft grass beneath him, eyes closed. So lovely, so entirely pure…and yet…a subtle darkness surrounds him…a tainted sort of aura, something fearful. This, I know, is what I felt when I first laid my vision upon him; though I cannot say that it is not this feeling that has drawn me to him as well.

He leans back, relaxing against the earthen blanket, the sun highlighting the contours of his tanned face, glittering in his eyelashes tiny rainbows. I see them floating through the sea of air, wings fluttering in the breeze delicately, eyes flashing.

I am among them, as one of them. My heart is steeped in a wonderful sorrow.

If only…we could vocalize our thoughts into comprehensible words. I can't make him know who or what I am…

Staring at me, he sits up again, pushing bangs his flame-like bangs from this forehead, meeting my gaze.

"If only…" looking down, twirling a leaf thoughtfully betwixt my fingers. His hand lightly touches my shoulder, his eyebrows knitted in interest. "I…My name is…Chichiri," I say, placing his hand over my heart, my face. Appearing startled and befuddled, he jerks away, then rethinks his motions, glaring hard at my expression.

"Aaa…" a soft, purring sound crawls out from his throat, tilting his head. I'm shaking with anxiety, how can I help him to…? Pointing at the sky, " The sky. It's the sky."

"Skkkkk?"

"The sky. That's it's name. That's what it is." I smooth my hands upward, attempting to reach up and grasp the vast blue veil littered with bright clouds. "I am…" hands over my heart, "Chichiri."

His mouth opens slightly, revealing his silvery-white fangs. Then, thumping his hand on me powerfully, he splutters, "Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch!! Chi-chi-riii!!!" Smiling, he thumps me again, then throws his head back and shrieks, a shrill, shattering sound. I wince noticeably and he emits a sound like that of laughter, sweet and light. Grabbing my shoulders, burying his head against my chest giggling, he murmurs, "Chi…" Looks up, smiling into my face, "Chi! Chi! Ri!"

His intelligence astounds me, the quickness of his mind…I never realized how swiftly he could understand…I wrap my arms around him carefully, enveloping him in my maroon robes, I feel the tears…coming…

I'm so happy…yet something makes me sad…

I know it's him, that makes me feel this way…because something…is affecting him…

Pulling away suddenly, he puts both hands on his face, "Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasuuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…"

I blink. "You're…name?"

"Ta! Su! Ki! Maaaaa naaaaaaaaammmmmmm Tasuki!" Shakes his head back and forth in delight, laughter emanating from his grinning eyes. He falls over, hysterical, rolling about in the grass, pulling me down with him in a confused heap of limbs and clothing. "Tasuki," he breathes into my ear.

Abruptly bouncing back up, he thrusts his hands deep into the rich soil of the hills, wiggling his fingers a bit. I feel the earth shiver slightly beneath me. Propping myself up, I gaze in awe as thin stems begin to form from the ground where he has placed his fingers, rising up until they expose themselves completely to the sunlight, generating buds, and then blooming.

The small, wispy flowers are gray in color, wilting. I look up into his eyes, searching for an answer.

Then one more sprouts up, a little shorter than the others, a slender, pale green stem topped with a magnificent, orange and red flower, so beautiful I cannot tear my eye from it. He takes his hands away and brushes them off on his pant legs.

"It's a beautiful flower," I profess to him. What is he trying to explain?

He smiles; and then, his face changes. It sinks, crumples into a devastated expression, dark and sad, as he pulls the petals off of the flower, slowly, one by one…

Until only one remains. I see blood leaking from the stem, a purplish fluid that is also smattered upon his fingertips. Trembling, his hands clench into fists, presses them against the sides of his head in frustration, a tiny cry escaping from his lips, turning into a tremendous scream, echoing through the hills, the deep wood. I hold him close, stroking his hair gently as he bites back sobs of agony, hiding his face from me.

"What…what…are you trying to…"

Seizes the remainder of the flower in his hand, crushing it. "Ta-Tasuki," he say shakily, rocking to and fro.

"Did someone…did many…hurt you?" Glancing at the gray, distorted flowers still planted in the ground, I attempt to decipher…his sadness…

The faeries have scattered.

I can't stop thinking. My mind is in pain, what…happened… to my dark aelf?

He lay sleeping in my bed, covering surrounding him like swirls of milk, his body curled up in a fetal position. His breathing is paced, silent. I watch his back move ever so slightly, the wind rustle his feathery orange hair. He must be cold; perhaps I should shut the window.

I would but for the faeries lingering by the chimes, darting in and out of my dwelling with lightning speed. They dance round my hearth fire, singing a peculiar song, wings clashing in a soundless beat, voices humming like the noise of a thousand bees. Surely he will be agitated into wakefulness.

Waving my hands at them, they scurry outdoors, perturbed and haughty. I shut out the chilly night air, and lie down beside him, tracing the line of his jaw soothingly.

So beautiful…

And yet…the legends speak of ugliness. Then, is he what I presume? Somehow I must make him tell me his origin. I do not know how, but I shall do it.

I know his name. What a…lovely…name…

Tasuki.

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