Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi. It belongs to its respected owners.
Thank you for all the reviews!! ^.^ Sorry for being confusing... but then again I'm not sure what everyone was confused about... ?.? Specify...
It's a reincarnation fic of... them in their own time. Not Miaka's world or anything. I realize that I should've given everyone different names... oh pooh.
I also should mention that I've never seen Tasuki's house before.
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The red haired Seishi was furious.
Pissed off could be another term described.
Heaving, laboring breaths threatened the air when the young man stormed toward the tavern. The innocent little wooden shelter sat silently to the side, withdrawn almost. And yet, it was the prime target of the bandit's urgency.
He cursed and huffed away like a child. "Damn asshole... dancing through my village telling shit like that...", he muttered angrily.
The door slammed open. When the old man looked up from his maintenance, the vibrant young bandit recognized the familiar face. Through the heavily discolored eyebrows, the elder stared at him, half with recognition and half with fear. "Sh... Shunu? You've grown..."
"Who's this asshole comin' in the village tellin' all those stories about me?" The young man's fangs poked out menacingly; his tone quite relentless and agitated. "Tell me, ya old fart!"
The old man smiled knowingly at the teenager across the counter. The curve on his lips expressed relief from the recognition. "Oh you don't remember?"
"Just... fucking... tell me." Of course, the soft-hearted bandit knew that in the right state of mind, he wouldn't hurt the geezer but what if this one time... just this one time...
"Light blue hair? Cheery fox face? High pitched voice?" The gentle smile grew even wider.
"Wha?" Well, he knew that he should know this fox man. He had a slight memory all of a sudden but like everything else that occured a while back, he couldn't sharpen it. The bandit sat there dumbfounded, not saying a word, eyes widened.
"Hmm... how's about no da?" The bar tender absently leaned forward, anticipating.
"No... da..." Genrou gave up. This was too hard to figure out. "Where'd this guy go? I'm gonna give him a fuckin' beatin' fer all the thin's he's been sayin about me!"
"He's at your parents' house! Don't you remember, Shunu? You used to be so attached."
Attached? Another image washed through his mind. "The hell're you talking about old geezer..."
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"Gen chaaaannn!!"
"Yakamashi! Geez, the whole fuckin' hideout can hear ya." He turned away from the open door as his fellow bandit walked in.
"So did ya beat the crap outta that guy?"
"He's at my parent's house..." The younger huffed cutely. "He's gotta know that I can't ever... *shudder* step foot in there..."
"I dunno, Genrou. You must've let on quite an impression if he's going around braggin' bout ya!" His playful companion winked.
"Yakamashi! I ain't the one flirtin' all the time!" He tossed a pillow square in Kouji's face.
The darker bandit looked hurt for a little bit before getting his rival in a headlock. "Aww, come on Genchan! We need ta get this guy up hear so we can all hear embarrassing stories about ya! Everyone wants to know yer little childhood obsession with a guy! After all, it will only state the obvious: that I am truly everyone's leader!"
"Ya ain't gonna win, Kouji!" The younger teen fought against him.
"What are ya talkin' about man? I have more experience!"
And they fought on pointlessly.
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It was a while before the young bandit could recall liking a male. He was surprised that the rumors were true. Or outraged...
So there he was sitting. Not Tasuki anymore. Tasuki was gone just like his affection for the older man. But here he was still. In the tree. His golden eyes were focused on that mage, much like a cat. Waiting for that one moment where he was left alone. Watching that tuff of blue hair sit with his parents, smiling contently about his mother's embarrassing stories. His father just sat there, amused of course.
In all honesty, he wasn't sure if he would beat the older man to a pile of flesh. Seeing his parents so lively and full of conversation was one thing, but seeing the man having a pleasant time with them; actually listening to them. It was something Genrou himself had never enjoyed. And in that sense, he was guilty and envious.
When the bandit grasped reality once more, the mage was alone next to some tree stump. He seemed to be... inspecting it? Whatever he was looking at seemed interesting enough.
Swiftly, the younger hopped off the branches. As soon as his feet touched the ground, those pair of squinting eyes focused in and he almost gasped. Hardly anyone could have known he was there.
"Konnichiwa, Tasuki kun no da." That voice. It was familiar. But how unlike the high, chirpy one he was used to. Instead, this voice was low, with a touch of commandment and intelligence.
"H... hey." Genrou shifted nervously. That man had an incredibly idiotic smile plastered on his face. It was a while before either of them said anything. "What's this I hear 'bout ya telling everyone that I liked ya when we were small?" Of course the nominated bandit leader remembered his little crush before.
The man in front of him considered for a second, his fox face still pleasant. "Everyone used to know no da." He walked toward the young bandit. "What, embarrassed now no da?"
His face tightened. "It's ruinin' my reputation here." The bandit retorted irritably. "Ya ain't my boyfriend."
"Reputation no da?" The older man laughed. Genrou wasn't amused. "Mmmm... You aren't mine either Tasuki kun no da. Anyway, that's not what you said... hmmm... 3 years ago? Four years no da?" The fox face stopped at friendly distance, his voice turned into that high, cute little voice. "I remember you calling me your husband no da! And you were crying when I left and followed me for over five-"
"So what? You want me to follow through with it or somethin'? Cause' I ain't gay, ya stupid fuck." The voice lacked the wild fire once threaded with his lively spirit. Instead, it hung in the air like a frost.
"I never said you were Tasuki kun no da. You've gotten over that very well. You're all grown no da!"
A whiplash of white anger cracked through the dangerous golden eyes. "I don't fuckin' need ya to be tellin' me how much I grew or how fuckin' much I liked ya before!" Genrou seethed irritably.
The mage's fox smile dropped to a serious consideration. They were silent.
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"Is that all then no da?" The cheery voice turned solemn and serene once more.
"Is that all what?"
"That you want to say to me no da?"
"I never wanted ya ta say anythin'! YER the one goin' around tellin' everyone that shit!"
Silence.
"I guess this is who you want to be. I'm a little more than disappointed. This is goodbye then Tasuki kun no da."
"Yeah, an' stop callin' me Tasuki!"
The mage turned around to the direction of the house. "Saraba na no da."
"Che."
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It wasn't exactly how he wanted it to go. It was obvious that someone was going to end up with regrets from it. And Genrou had hoped it would be the mage. He was still uneasy about the whole thing. It was as if the conversation never happened. The significance of their reunion after how many years amounted to nothing. And when Tasuki thought of it that way, his heart filled with depression.
But like anything else, life goes on.
And it did.
To be continued.
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yay. Finished for now. Grammar and spelling isn't at optimum level.