Hi, this is my rejoining fanfiction world fic. I haven't been writing fanfics for more than a year, and recently, watching FY OVA rekindled my interest in it, especially Tasuki and Chichiri, so therefore, comes this fic.

Warnings: Yaoi, Tasuki language, probable lime or lemon...
Pairngs: Tasuki X Chichiri, Hotohori X Nuriko, Taka X Miaka, others may come along the way

People Change…

Prologue

"Um… Honjun… I have something to tell you… I know this is kind of late, seeing that you are going tomorrow…" A girl with light auburn hair stuttered, a pink blush tainted her cheeks as she gently kicked a pebble by her foot. Taking a deep breath, she raised her head and looked into the eyes of the young man before her. "I like you, Ri Honjun."

The young man seemed taken aback, and then frowned, trying to tug a smile to his lips, making his expressions a strange combination of awkwardness and a strained attempt to be kind. "But you know I'll be going to Tokyo tomorrow, Kouran…"

"I don't mind! I'm willing to wait for you as long as necessary! Just… just accept me as your girlfriend before you go, please… I don't want to lose you…" She pleaded desperately, her eyes misting over.

"Kouran…" Honjun voiced with difficulty, "You know that I like you, we grew up together, but I really can't give you any guarantees. If I promise you anything and end up changing, you will be the one who'll be hurt. Hurting you is the last thing I want in the world."

"I don't mind! If you change, I'll just change again and again to suit you. I –"

"Kouran!" He cut her off firmly, "I will come back after finishing my studies in Tokyo University. I am sure I would be able to give you better assurances by then, and for now, just… let's just keep it the way it is." He reached out to give her a final hug, but hesitated, then retracted his hand. "Goodbye, Kouran."

"Honjun! HONJUN!"

A familiar fragrance wafted in the air, and a familiar pair of eyes peeked out from around the corner.

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"HOLY SHIT! Whadda hell is this! Oi, grab yer ass over here, Kouji!" A young man with fiery orange red hair promptly roared into the letter he was holding in his hands.

"What is it!" Kouji peered over the man's shoulder, and his jaws fell wide open. "W… Wha…"

"Pinch me." Kouji swung his fist solidly into the fiery mane.

"OWWW! FUCK! Who told ya to hit so hard!" The young man spun around and bared his fangs, ready to swallow his prey. "And get yer mouth of da floor! It's ruining the carpet."

Kouji pushed his jaw back on and started grinning like a manic. "Gen-chan's going to Toudai Gen-chan's going to Toudai O This is the most miraculous thing in the world! Betcha they got the name wrong in their systems. Gen-chan's going to T – GAHHHH!"

"Gen-chan" hurled a textbook towards Kouji. "if yer don't fuckin shuddup, I'm gonna pound yer into dust!"

"But honestly," Kouji rubbed the bump forming on his forehead, "how did you get in?"

"Beats me. Probably cause of my track records."

"Oh, yeah, that. Can't blame ya, buddy, for being the fastest man alive." Kouji sniffed, "And now you gonna go for a new round of torture in Toudai… Hope ya don't turn into a geek and get a geeky girlfriend by da time you come back."

"Nahhh, I'd die than get a girlfriend." Genrou grumbled. "Hate em."

"Then I await to see your boyfriend." Kouji said purposefully academic.

"Go to hell."

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"Cheers!" A whole crowd of people raised their cups simultaneously, resulting in a loud clash and drinks spilling everywhere.

"Oh my God! I'm so happy for you guys!" A little girl with purple hair tied into buns on her head gushed at a girl and boy with almost identical hair colour and facial features as her. The only difference was that the other two were older, and the boy who was pretty enough to be a girl had a mole on his left cheekbone. "I can't believe you really make it into Toudai! You make so proud to be your sister!"

"But that sets the standards high for you as well. Are you up to it?" The boy teased.

"Be nice, Ryuuen! I'm sure Kourin-chan will make it with no problem."

"Aww… Have some fun, Houki. It's the last few days of our high school years, and all you think is how to be nice. You don't want to grow up and be like Roukou, do you? Come on, laugh and be FUN!" Ryuuen proclaimed and promptly began bouncing up and down, taking Houki with him.

"Ryuuen! RYUUEN, watch it!"

CRASH!

The table fell over, burying Houki and Ryuuen under the mass of food, porcelain and drinks.

"See? That's what I call fun!" Ryuuen gave a lopsided crazy grin before falling out cold.

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"The beginning of the semester should mean that the business will be light, since students are busy with university. I suppose you can take a break and go back to school, Saihitei." A man sat behind a long shiny oak table slid a yellow envelope to a handsome young man sitting across him.

"Thank you, father." Saihitei received the envelope and bowed before exiting the room.

Back to school… He wondered if he had ever been to school. His family was huge and filthy rich, managing a branded clothing company, and somewhere along, he had already become a clothing doll, just like those behind the glass. He was always made to look good, and modeled often enough to become professional. Although he must admit himself that up till now, no model he had seen looked better than him.

Fortunately, he had a little more talent than some of his other cousins, and now managed a department in the company. School had become few and far between.

Enough talk. It was time for his photograph shooting session.

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He picked up the scalpel and put it back down, again and again, lost in his thoughts. In the demonstration-use surgeon room in the medical building of Tokyo University, a tall man lost himself in the whiteness of the room, looking so vastly opposite to what it is supposed to be used for.

He would never be a real surgeon again. He promised himself that. His hands could never be firm once more, holding the bloody scalpel that took away the life of his loved one.

But ironically, his life cannot go on without having to do with the field of medicine.

Another year is starting. He certainly hoped that the students this year would be more responsible than the ones in the last.

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"Doukun, we are so proud of you!" A middle age woman exclaimed, packing up the luggage. "I still can't believe that our little Dou-chan can get into Toudai, and at only 14 years old!"

"Mom!" A boy with a brownish ponytail shouted, blushing cutely.

"We expect nothing less from our little boy. Promise to take good care of yourself in Toudai. The thing I'm worried most is that you'll be bullied, since you're the smallest of the group." Doukun's father smiled somewhat worriedly and placed his hands gently on the boy's shoulders.

"There's nothing to worry about, I'm sure I'll be just fine. In fact, I have a very good feeling about going to Toudai, and I expect to make many new friends."

"I'm sure you'll be fine, dear… just promise to come back on the holidays. You know that your father and I can't live long without you." Doukun's mother joked through tears.

"I promise, mother…"

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"TAKA! TAKA!" Miaka squealed, holding a letter in her hands.

"WHAT'S WRONG!" Taka rushed over, in fear that anything had happened to his wife or newborn daughter, Hikari.

"Taka! Read this!"

"Dear Mr. Sukunami Taka… you have been invited to sit the position as the professor of ancient Chinese mythology… If you accept our offer, please reply… Sincerely, the principle of Tokyo University…"

"Taka? Taka? Are you all right? You look kinda pale…" Miaka sweatdropped.

"Tokyo University… I couldn't even dream of getting in when I was in high school…" Taka murmured, awestruck, "and now I'm going to be a professor there? Tell me I'm not dreaming, Miaka…"

"Of course you're not! We're going to get a place to live that's near Toudai this moment, and I'm sure there will be lots of good restaurants there! I'm going to first taste everything, then…"

Taka listened to his wife's unstoppable ranting and gently smiled. Even though after becoming a mother, Miaka had sobered down quite a bit, her childish side would still pop out every now and then, turning her once again the unknowing girl who stepped into the Shijin Tenchi Sho. Memories of all kinds of emotions rushed back, lighting his face with a serene but deep-in-thought expression.

"Thinking of them again?" Miaka asked, who had, unnoticed by Taka, stopped gibbering and settled gently by his side. "Me too. I wonder all the time where they are now. How is their reincarnated life? Is Nuriko-chan with Hotohori this time round? Is Tasuki-kun still complaining while traveling with Chichiri? Gods, I miss them…"

"I know," Taka pulled Miaka close, "I know…"

"We'll see them again, right? Even if it's not this lifetime…"

"Of course. Of course…"