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Mitsukake looked at Chiriko anxiously. "Is Shouka in any danger?" he asked, glancing at his beautiful wife. Chiriko shivered involuntarily.
"This might not have any lasting effects on Shouka, but it will on the baby. A curse will rise from Hell and guide the Seishi child to hell. That was why I am kind of worried when Hotohori said he had a son. And Shouka…and Miaka is the worst. The curse would affect her child more than the other Seishi's children."
His eyes widened. "We had better go now! If we are feeling left out, then Miaka must have really descended from her world! The rumours must be true!" he turned to Shouka, his green eyes serious. "You will stay here and take care of yourself. Mitsukake and I will find a way to summon Suzaku and save your baby. Hotohori is so lucky his first son did not die at all. Miaka and Taka's daughter would die if not given sufficient attention on the curse. Shouka, I will take my leave. Say your last words to your husband."
He left.
"Since when did Chiriko have this admirable, noble air around him? I never met him, but…"
"I think his death had made him stronger. But he was already born in a family with great status, so it is natural…"
Shouka grabbed Mitsukake's arm tightly. "You will be safe, you hear?"
Mitsukake hugged his wife gently. He closed his eyes at the warmth. "You are going to be the most fortunate girl in the world, I promise you. You will never have to die a horrible death anymore. I will be there. I will be there for you. I am going to see my son's birth. Or daughter's birth…"
"It is a daughter!"
"A son!"
-
Ashitare had the ability to feel people whom he had loved or hated. He had a lot of abilities. No one seemed to appreciate them except the purple haired Seishi…who had brought so much joy into his heart…
He shook his head at his thoughts.
He seemed to be left out from the fights. He looked on as Chichiri and Hotohori disappeared. Hokkan, his deathbed and his enemy's deathbed. It is the worst place he had ever been in. Not literally; the climate was perfect for someone like him. It was the memories.
He stalked off into the mist, determined to find the Shinzaho. If the Miko was not going to find it, Chichiri, Hotohori and himself would.
-
"Chichiri," Hotohori hissed desperately, blushing to he roots of his silky brown hair. "Why in the world are we in the BROTHEL? This place is inappropriate for us men to go to!"
"Not really, no da!" Chichiri assured. "No one would recognise me in my mask."
"Remind me the reason as to why we are here, Chichiri…and also, you have a mask. What about me?" Hotohori asked. "We have to get out of here!"
"Brothels are always good sources of information. Everyone comes here, if not for the girls, at least for a drink."
"I and you don't come here!"
"I do, no da…" Chichiri chirped. He blushed when he saw Hotohori eyeing him in suspicion. "To have a sip of wine only, no da! Hotohori-kun, no da!"
"Honestly, Chichiri! Are you learning from Tasuki…no, he hates women…" Hotohori sighed. "Okay…never mind. Let us get on with our investigation."
He wasn't aware of a pair of eyes burning into his back. Big, round, and green.
The person got up from his seat and paid his bills calmly. He strode out of the room swiftly. His brown hair was short and spiky. The person had a look that displayed a murderous intention; one not unlike Ashitare before he had killed Nuriko.
-
Ashitare never failed to find something. He always found it, no matter what. The only thing he had never really found was true love. The thing he was searching for, however, was not true love. It was anything. A shinzaho.
He wanted to grumble at the ridiculous notion of the Shinzaho being simply an accessory the Miko wore. However, he wanted to see Nuriko again. Nuriko was alive. Nuriko IS alive. He could smell it, feel it. And Ashitare did not save Nuriko from the accident to lose her again. He knew she was somewhere, but the connection he had to her was fading, slowly. He could not place Nuriko's exact spot, not even where she was residing in. He only knew that she was alive. The others believe that history repeats. Nuriko dies first. What then, about Ashitare?
Because he could feel it. That wrong feeling in his bones urged him to search for the Shinzaho more anxiously. Ashitare knew that he and Nuriko were destined to die together. It was destiny. And destiny could only be changed through a reincarnation wish. Nuriko wanted to be a girl. Her destiny changed; she really was a girl.
He wanted to be born with someone loving him. His only wish, and that was granted. Nuriko had loved him as a friend for as long as he could remember. He knew it was too much to ask for more. But, he could not help but sigh…
No one broke the destiny bond that had tied Nuriko and him together. They would die together, at around the same time, definitely the same hour. If it was him Nuriko married, no one will worry about leaving the other behind to mourn. Ashitare grinned at the thought.
He asked the squirrels and the birds. They haven't heard of a Shinzaho nearby. He wanted to grumble. He turned to the moon. The moon did not know either. "I guess…the answer would lie with the people of the Hokkan empire. The animals and Nature don't know."
He, as he was part of Nature, knew the Cycle. The cycle of reincarnation. His and Nuriko's star constellation would collide when they both died. It would be shooting stars.
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Miaka tore away from the tangle. "Where did they go?"
"Who?" Miboshi asked, quarrel forgotten.
"They had damned started to find the shinzaho, Idiot."
Miaka turned to Tasuki with a glare. "We are going to find the Shinzaho. Tasuki, Miboshi, there is a nearby town. We shall search there."
The two bishonen turned to each other and shrugged. "Okay, then," they chorused.
-
Amiboshi was playing his flute when a figure dropped lightly in front of him. He paused. "You are…?"
He lifted his head to reveal sparkling green eyes. He was grinning. His short, spiky hair was brown and shiny. "You don't recognise me, do you?"
Amiboshi's world turned upside down.
-
Suboshi heard a muffled cry out in the fields and ran out to investigate. "Oh my god! You are!" he yelled on impulse. The boy raised an eyebrow.
"You know me? Pity, I only know your brother. But since you are here, might as well, then."
"Huh?"
He blacked out, not even knowing what had actually happened.