WARNING: This fic does contain YAOI that's male/male or homosexual material. If you can't handle it then DON'T READ IT. I have little patience for prejudice.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi (sniff sniff) it belongs to Yu Watase. ******************************************************************************************************************
"Oi, Chichiri, when are we going to stop my feet are tired." The
redhead bandit called up to his companion a few feet ahead. Chichiri sighed,
he supposed by now he should be used to the constant complaining, but it
was starting to grate on his nerves. Not to mention that the heat was starting
to get to him.
"We'll be there by nightfall Tasuki, no da." He said simply. After
about ten minutes of fidgeting, Chichiri stopped. "Tasuki-kun, why don't
you tell me what's bothering you, na no da." He pulled a canteen out from
his kesa and handed it over to Tasuki. Tasuki stopped, looking suspiciously
at the canteen before taking a drink. Chichiri waited patiently for him
to finish. Whatever was bothering Tasuki had been eating at him for a while,
and, in the interests of preserving his sanity, Chichiri was determined
to get it out in the open. It took about five minutes of silence for the
bandit to blurt out what was on his mind.
"Er . . .do monks have ta, you know . . . " Tasuki was looking at
him intensely, a strange, almost pained expression on his face. For some
reason Chichiri could feel a blush begin to rise in his face and he thanked
the Gods that he was wearing his mask. Tasuki looked away for a moment,
as if he was struggling with something. Whatever this is must really be
hard for him, Chichiri thought with concern.
"Yes, no da? Tasuki, whatever you need to ask me . . .you don't
need to be nervous, na no da, just ask."
" . . .take vows of . . .chastity?" Tasuki finally muttered.
"Chastity, no da?" Chichiri blinked in astonishment, he hadn't really
expected this line of inquiry. "Yes," he said hesitantly, " most do. It
depends on the order really, no da. Why do you ask?" A blush began to creep
onto Tasuki's face. "Are you thinking of becoming a monk, Tasuki-kun?"
Chichiri asked, now completely confused.
"Fuck, no!" He said fervently, a look of horror crossing his face.
"I was just . . .uh . . .wondering why you decided to become a monk . .
.that's all." Chichiri winced and turned away. Tasuki had seen him without
the mask but he didn't know the story behind the scar.
"It's kind of a long story, no da. Besides, I never formally took
the oaths, anyway." He said dismisivly. A long period of silence followed
that statement.
"You didn't?"
"No, I am a Suzaku sheishi after all, no da. Besides, Taitsukun
said that it would be inappropriate for a man who serves the god of love
to take a vow of chastity. So I never did." Tasuki stared at Chichiri with
such an intense expression on his face, Chichiri felt his breath catch
in his throat. He reached out to take the canteen from Tasuki, hoping to
break this new, strange tension between them.
"We should get going, Tasuki no da . . ." Chichiri broke off when
Tasuki grabbed his wrist and pulled him up against him. Their gazes met
and Chichiri found himself unable to look away. He watched in astonishment
as Tasuki lowered his head, gently brushing his lips . . .
"Houjun!" The rough shaking jerked Houjun awake, leaving him only with
the vague feeling that he had forgotten something important. Houjun looked
around at the now empty auditorium and then glanced up. His two friends
Hikou and Mai-Lin were looking down at him, grinning in amusement.
"I fell asleep didn't I, no da." He sighed, reaching into his pocket
for his wallet. What a waste, he had really been looking forward to this
lecture too.
"You sure did," Mai-Lin crowed in delight, "that's twenty bucks you
owe me pal! I told you Yakamura's lecture would put you to sleep.
Why anyone would want to spend two hours listening to moldy old Chinese
legends is beyond me."
"You were really out of it." Hikou added in amusement as he watched
Houjun gather his stuff. "Did you have another dream about- "
"No!" Houjun lied, cutting him off quickly. The last thing he wanted
was for Hikou to start with that imaginary friend business again. He had
enough problems without adding his dreams into the mix. Fantasies,
his mind insisted as he caught a fleeting image of a gentle kiss. Houjun
gritted his teeth, people already thought he was odd, the last thing he
wanted was for people to think he was crazy too. Unfortunatly, Mai-Lin
was just the sort of person who never left you alone when she wanted to
know something.
"Dream about what?" She asked in curiosity. Houjun groaned, sending
a silent wish to the heavens that Hikou would keep his mouth shut about
this. It was apparently too much to hope for because Hikou immediately
began to spill.
"I've known Houjun since we were kids, and ever since then he's had
these reoccurring dreams. The first time I saw it happen I was sleeping
over, he scared me senseless. I woke up to him screaming 'Tasuki' over
and over again."
"Tasuki?"
"Yeah get this, there's the same guy in every one of his dreams, named
Tasuki. And let me tell you, according to Houjun, this dream guy is pretty
intense . . ."
"Ok, ok, no da. Enough already!" Houjun began to blush fiercely, he
definitely did not want to go there.
Mai-Lin watched his expression in amusement, feeling herself begin
to blush in response. Even with the scar covering his left eye, he was
very attractive. Although she knew that he didn't think so. It had taken
both Hikou and herself a couple of years to build his self-image up to
the point where he was comfortable in public. Poor Houjun, she thought,
he needs other friends besides Hikou and me. Mai-Lin felt a wave of guilt
wash through her, she hadn't exactly encouraged Houjun to make other friends.
On the contrary, it had been kind of nice being one of only two people
he really opened up to. And she knew that, somewhere deep in her heart,
she was waiting for Houjun to notice her as a woman rather than as his
best friend.
Houjun, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to Mai-Lin's thoughts.
He was preoccupied with the subject of his dreams. He always woke up with
little to no memory of them. According to Hikou he had the habit of talking
in his sleep, and apparently he'd said some . . .disturbing things . .
.in some of them. The erotic ones hadn't bothered him so much, although
they had been kind of embarrassing. What bothered him were the ones which
had him waking up screaming, with only the vague memory of something horrible.
He shook his head trying to clear his mind of the images lurking right
out of reach.
"Let's go to the Union for dinner, no da. I'll buy." He said cheerily,
plastering a happy smile across his face and mentally crossing his fingers.
Hikou never turned down an offer for free food. As he predicted, Hikou
jumped at the offer, deciding that he had better stop heckling Houjun if
he was going to get fed.
"I still don't see why we had ta come here Genroe, I mean I sure as
hell ain't going to college." Kouji growled, picking at his food. Genroe
growled back, he had had it up to here with Kouji's complaining.
"It ever occur to you that maybe I want to be good at somethin' other
than beating the crap outta people?" Genroe yelled, jumping to his
feet. "What the hell are you people looking at? Go back to yer food." He
shouted when he realized that he was now the center of attention. He sat
back down, disgusted with the world in general.
"I'm just sayin' that ever since you moved in with that pair of goody-goodies
. . ."
"Taka and Miaka are not goody-goodies!"
"Whatever, all I'm sayin' is that you just haven't been the same Genroe."
That's because I'm Tasuki now, too, Genroe thought to himself
miserably. Shit, sometimes he wished he hadn't run into Taka and Miaka
and gotten his memories back. It was so confusing, trying to meld the memories
of two lifetimes, not to mention two cultures. Taka and Miaka were the
only ones who knew what he was going through, and, although they did everything
they could to help him out, he always felt like a bit of a third wheel.
It wouldn't be so bad if the others were here, but after three months of
searching he was starting to lose hope that he would ever find them. And
Chichiri . . .he felt his throat tighten. He had resolved not to think
about Chichiri, it only made him feel that much more alone. He brutally
pushed his thoughts aside and returned his attention to Kouji.
" . . .not to mention the way you've been neglecting the gang. They
all think you've gone soft, it's pathetic."
Genroe shrugged dismissively, "Let 'em come if their so damn certain
I've gone soft." He grinned, his powers had come back with his memories
and that meant a lot of burned backside if anyone started giving him a
hassle. He bit back a curse as he was whacked from behind by a stray elbow.
"Sorry about that, no da." A cheery voice said behind him. Genore froze,
all of the hair on the back of his neck standing straight up. Was it
just my imagination or did that guy just say . . .He tuned Kouji out
completely, focusing entirely on the group seating themselves behind him.
Suzaku, please Suzaku . . .
"So you planning on sticking with history, Houjun?"
Houjun . . .Houjun Ri was Chichiri's name . . Oh my God
"Yep, no da, it's either that or religion. I'm not much interested
in anything else, na no da."
I'm scared to look, what if it's not him . . .shit, what if it IS
him . . .
"Genroe, are you even listening to me buddy? Helllloooooo, Genroe?"
Genroe turned, glancing nonchalantly at the person behind him. Tall, thin,
blue hair pulled back into a pony tail, it was definitely Chichiri.
I've got to tell Taka and Miaka.
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So what'd you guys think? And no I'm not going to have Tasuki run up
to Chichiri just yet, I have a definite plan for the way things are going
to play out. Anyway the more people review, the more incentive I have to
write more chapters, lol. It's just a request, I'm not going to make it
a requirement or anything ;). I know a lot of people don't like this couple
but they happen to be one of my favorites, even though they aren't a couple
in the show. I am however trying to make it somewhat true to the show,
so I hope to keep the flavor authentic if nothing else. And there will
be a bit more plot in later chapters.