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Disclaimer: Once again I don't own anything of Yu Watase's. I own my character.

Chapter 3: Bad Start

"How am I supposed to find her? I don't even know where to start," Amiboshi thought after a day of riding on the back of a horse through the woods. Not a trace of civilization anywhere.

"Ow!" Amiboshi placed his hand on his left forearm. He pulled up his sleeve and took off his arm band. There, clear as day were words.

"Miss me already Su?" Amiboshi asked to no one in particular as he read what his brother wrote to him.

Have you found her yet?

Amiboshi smirked at this.

With his pinky finger he wrote back.

I don't even know where to start.

His reply faded and with more pain Suboshi wrote back.

Yeah, how does she expect us to find them…

Amiboshi chuckled; his brother felt the same as he did. Digging once again into his skin he wrote.

I'll contact you when I find her, until then…

He pulled his sleeve back down and replaced his armband to its rightful spot on his wrist.

Confidence in his mission waned. Doubt showed itself as his eyebrows came closer together. Questions made themselves apparent in his mind. How long would this take? Can I even find her? What if she's dead when I get there? What if I die again? Why do I keep asking myself questions? Damn! I did it again.

Amiboshi paid little attention to where his steed was going as his thoughts wandered. He had stumbled into a mountainous area, a place where bandits love to dwell.

It was only as the sun went down, spreading darkness over the land did Amiboshi look up. Seeing how late it was he decided to make camp. He jumped down from his steed and tied him to a tree.

He gathered sticks and a couple logs in order to start a fire which was difficult. After about five minutes of rubbing two sticks together a small fire was lit, and setting a blanket down, he laid down to sleep.

Amiboshi's sleep didn't last long as he sensed something coming near. He sat up and looked around the clearing, nothing unusual. Just as he was about to lay his head back down the bushes started to rattle. Staring at them intently, he waited, crouched ready to strike.

Something jumped out of the bushes at him with great force and speed. With his feet, he pushed off backward, avoiding the attack.

Amiboshi looked back at his attacker and saw a wolf was glaring at him in the same spot he had been just moments before.

He pulled himself to his feet and was about to engage the wolf when strange arms grabbed him.

The large tan arms made their homes at his neck and waist, preventing arm movement and upper body movement in general. Amiboshi struggled against the man, but he was too strong and with every attempted escape the man only tightened his grip. His windpipe was coming dangerously close to being cut off by the strength of the man and, for his own sake, he stopped struggling.

"What do we have here?" a voice said as its owner walked closer to Amiboshi.

More men came into view from behind Amiboshi holding lighted torches, illuminating the entire clearing.

The torches also illuminated the man who had just spoken to Amiboshi, "Now tell us who you are!"

The man spoke forcefully, his hands on his hips waiting for a reply, but the small amount of air was getting to him, his eyes were blurry. His waiting would be in vain for Amiboshi couldn't speak for fear of death.

"Let him breath a little bit," he commanded.

The grip on his neck loosened a little and he gladly let air fill his lungs. Focus returned to his eyes as his brain got the oxygen that it needed. Finally he was able to see the face of his captive.

"Don't I know you?" Amiboshi's captor looked at him closely.

As he moved closer Amiboshi also realized that he knew this man from long ago. Amiboshi almost didn't recognize him for he was so much older than what he remembered. It had been about five years since he died. The man's hair gave him away.

The man had flame red hair and in his hand was a metal fan. (Need I say more?)

Amiboshi spoke first, "Are you Tasuki of the celestial warriors of Suzaku?"

"Yes I am!" he said with a smile, "and who are you, how do you know my name?"

Tasuki looked at him closely again. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped as he realized just who he was looking at.

"No way! This can't be!" Tasuki backed away slowly, "There is no way you could be alive, let alone still being so young! I saw you die! Just who are you! Why are you imitating them!"

"I'm not imitating anyone, I AM Amiboshi, I live once more-"

Tasuki cut him off, "No you can't! W-why? HOW!"

"Tai Yi-Jun brought me back to life, same with my brother, we were reborn because we need to find the High Priestesses," Amiboshi told them.

"Well it would be her- N-no I won't believe that! Nice try, Like I'm gonna believe that story. We are gonna need some proof before I believe anything," his eyebrows came together along with a stern look and a frown.

"Well, if you let me go I can show you!" he yelled.

"No way! You just want to escape!" said one of the bandits.

"I just want to get my flute!" he yelled again.

"Let his hands go!" Tasuki ordered. The bandit did as he was told.

Amiboshi grabbed his flute from his belt and placed the mouth piece on his lips. He breathed in deeply, filling up his lungs. He let his breath run over the flute and started to play. He hoped Tasuki would remember the song he used to play for the Suzaku warrior when he had infiltrated them. He used a little of his chi to help jog Tasuki's memory.

"I remember that song… let him go…" Tasuki walked up to Amiboshi as he was freed of the last restraint.

Tasuki took Amiboshi's shirt in hand. He pulled the right side so as to see his shoulder. There was Amiboshi's blue character slowly fading away as he had stopped playing.

"Yeah it's you…" he replaced the shirt in its rightful position.

Amiboshi smiled and put his flute away.

"Grab his stuff!" Tasuki yelled.

"WHAT!" Amiboshi retaliated, even in his utter shock.

"You'll stay with us for the night!" The men listened and did what Tasuki wanted.

"I thought you hated me, and were going to take my things," Amiboshi told him as Tasuki put his arm around Amiboshi's soulder.

"Oh, that… well it's in the past… and I would never just take your things. Let's just have a good nights rest eh?" they left Amiboshi's encampment for their hideout.

END of chapter 3!

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