Bffimagine: Ha! I've gotten to the… er…

Ban: Near end of the story?

Bffimagine: Yeah. Something like that.

Ginji: So… they reviewed?

Bffimagine: Not really. I just felt sorry for the few people who read this fic.

Ban & Ginji at the same time: THEN WHY DON'T YOU FEEL SORRY FOR US!

"Ban-chan… I see blood!" Ginji whispered nervously.

"Let's go see what happened."

Ban and Ginji poked their heads into the crowd. A woman was crying in a corner, and there was a lot of blood. The woman looked familiar…

And in the centre of it all… there was brown hair that was heavily soaked with blood. A bullet hole in the middle of the forehead, and open, twinkling eyes…

Ban fell to his knees. Ginji looked at him in surprise, wondering why Ban was acting so strangely.

"Tommy…" Ban breathed.

Realisation shot through Ginji's brain.

Flashback

"Ban-chan…" Ginji murmured soothingly when he found Ban on a park bench.

"I didn't kill that man. He deserved to die, but I let him live. No one understands that," Ban reflected almost wonderingly.

"I understand," Ginji smiled and hugged Ban.

"Yes. You do. And so does Tommy."

"Tommy?" Ginji cocked his head to one side.

"That little boy."

End Flashback

'That boy who's been shot through the head… that's Tommy?'

Tears found their way to Ban's eyes. They slipped down his cheeks in neat lines, dripping off his chin in crystalline spheres.

A sensation that was all too familiar came to Ban's attention.

'He's close by… and he's the one who shot Tommy…'

Ban turned around slowly, knowing exactly who he was looking at.

"I'm going to kill you for hurting him," Ban seethed, clenching his fists.

The Yakuza man smiled pleasantly.

"What importance was that little boy for you? A nephew? Son? Cousin?"

"He was just a little boy," Ban hissed evenly.

"You can't kill me and you know it. You couldn't kill me if you tried."

"Ban-chan! Don't do it!" Ginji cried quietly, trying to ease Ban's pain.

"Shut up fool!" The leader of the Yakuza shouted harshly. He lifted the gun and fired.

"GINJI!"

Ginji was frozen in shock. He collapsed to the ground, whimpering slightly at the pain in his side.

"Why are you tormenting me? Why are you here?" Ban had tears flowing down his face.

"You don't remember me? Really? Ban, you really have dulled."

The voice of the suited man had changed.

"Ya-yamato?" Ban's breath came in shaky sobs.

The Yakuza smirked.

"Y-yamato! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have listened! Please just leave everyone out of this!" Ban was on his knees, the tears from his blue depths staining the concrete.

"Too late for that now. I may have asked you to kill me Ban, but you enjoyed every bit. Now I'll make you suffer." Yamato's arm lifted again, the gun firing two more shots. Two more howls of pain from Ginji.

"Yamato! Please, stop. Stop!" Ban had fallen on all fours, and his eyes were closed and leaking salty tears.

"But I haven't even touched you. It doesn't hurt, does it?" A smirk curled Yamato's mouth.

"It hurts Yamato! It hurts!"

"So he is human."

Tommy's mother looked up from her son's body.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for calling you a freak. You're just like the rest of us."

The rest of the crowd nodded in agreement.

"You feel our pain. You are human."

"Thank you. Thank you all," Ban's heart lightened very slightly, but seemed to be heavier than before when he took one glance at Tommy in his mother's arms.

"Yamato," Ban whispered so softly Yamato almost didn't hear, "I won't kill you. But I will get you out of that man's body."

"You can't," Yamato spat, "You'll only kill yourself. It takes to much energy for a procedure like that."

Ban's eyes glowed with understanding, "I'm also going to take that demon out of you."

"Ha. What demon?"

"You're not Yamato. Just one of those demons that take control of human souls. You're a creative one though. Not many are smart enough to possess living humans."

The demon recoiled in defeat.

"You're a sharp witch. I can give you that much."

Ban smirked, cracking his knuckles.

"This won't hurt Yamato. I can't say the same for YOU though."

Ban grabbed the Yakuza's head and ripped Yamato's soul right out of him.

The man was dazed, and he fell to the ground, not far from Ginji.

The crowd goggled at Ban. They brushed it off and kept to their statement that he was the same, but they began clearing out of the park, leaving only Tommy's mother holding the body of her dead son.

"And now," Ban announced, "You're coming out of my friend."

Ban's hand plunged into Yamato's spirit, grasping where his heart would be if he were alive. The demon slipped out of Yamato's chest and Ban sent a wave of white flames in it's direction. The demon shrieked and disintegrated.

Yamato opened his noon-existent eyes.

"B-Ban?"

"Yamato. I see you're just like always, old friend."

Yamato caught Ban in an embrace, holding his friend close.

"You should pass on now. Himiko will be fine. I swear to keep my promise."

Yamato smiled and said, "I'll make sure of that. Goodbye my friend."

Ban waved in response as Yamato rose to the heavens and disappeared.

"Where am I?" The Yakuza man asked no one in particular.

Out of nowhere, Himiko came running.

"Oh! Heijouku-koi! Are you alright?"

"Himiko? How do you know this man?"

"GIN-KUN! What happened Ban? Why is Ginji hurt? What did you do?" Himiko was on the verge of tears.

"Your Heijouku-koi shot Ginji three times. As far as I know, both of them will be fine though."

Himiko looked horrified.

"H-Heijouku-koi?"

"It's not his fault. A demon possessed Yamato's soul, then possessed him. He didn't shoot Ginji because he wanted to," Ban turned on his heel and walked over to Tommy.

'One of those demons… the ones with no true form… the ones that can't possess humans unless they have a suitible vessel… one of them possessed Yamato? Then made Yamato posses Heijouku-koi? Just to get back at Ban? Why?' Himiko shook her head, too confused to think.

"I'm sorry about Tommy. It's all my fault."

"No. You saved more than one life today. You saved that man's, and you saved both of your friends'." Tommy's mother flashed a kind smile at Ban.

"Both my friends?"

"That spirit and that blond boy over there. You should get him help."

"You saw Yamato?"

Another smile.

"Yes."

"Could Tommy see spirits too?"

"No. But he could see kindness in people he didn't even know."

Ban smiled at the woman.

"Take this," he muttered, handing the lady a vial, "Collect Tommy's blood in this and you'll be able to call his spirit for a visit whenever you want."

Tommy's mom nodded and collected Tommy's blood. She grinned one last time at Ban and then left for home.

Ban immediately ran toward Ginji.

"I told you you were a kind person Ban-chan."

"G-Ginji," Ban murmured softly, tears springing afresh from his eyes.

"I'll be fine. But Himiko expects some explaining."

Ban nodded and turned to Himiko.

"That Heijouku-koi of yours is the leader of the Yakuza."

"WHAT!" Himiko screamed. In her fury she turned to the man in the suit.

As Himiko yelled at the man in the suit, Ban picked Ginji up gently and brought him home.

"Ban-chan?" Ginji asked weakly when he woke up.

No answer. Ginji sat up and looked over the edge of the bed, ignoring the pain shooting through his side.

Blood was everywhere. Ban had it all over his hands, and he was lying cold and unconscious on the floor.

'Ban-chan tried to fix me up! Why is he on the ground? What's wrong!'

bffimagine: I feel lazy now.

Ban: I feel sick now.

Ginji: Hurry up and finish the fic now!