This will most likely be the last chapter, though if you like it I will write more, perhaps a sequel. Please review, because I am beginning to think no one likes this story, and I for one think it is great! Give me some ideas, and I am trying to work on those I already have, too! Thanks... R&R!

I awoke the next morning, or what I thought must have been some time the next day, to hear the sound of a door closing shut. I was sure that I was never going to wake up, so it was a surprise to me that I was feeling better than I had been in a while. But somehow, as I listened, not even bothering to open my eyes, something I knew felt different. The atmosphere had changed slightly, and who should arrive within a few minutes to answer my undying questions but the fox demon Kurama. But I almost welcomed him this time, wanting a familiar presence as I wondered out loud what had happened recently.

As Kurama arrived, out of instinct or habit perhaps, my eyes jolted open. I knew I could not see so I did not bother at first to adjust my eyes to the light. But something blurry in front of me came into focus all of a sudden, and I realized, almost right away, that I could see! I was unsure of why I could, but Kurama was sure to inform me soon.

I looked to the fox, finally able to, after so long, see him, standing by my door. The look on his face was not a happy one, but one filled with sadness. The room was different as well, almost lonely looking. I scanned the room with my eyes, seeing that I was laying on a table-like bed in the middle of a room surrounded by curtains. I gave Kurama a bit of a questioning look, and he began to speak, answering all of my questions as I merely listened intently.

"Yes, as I am sure you have discovered, you can see now. You have your sister to thank for that, and also for you being alive right now. You would have most surely died from your condition had she not become a donor at the last moment. Now that you can see, would you like to see her?" Kurama asked, looking away from me slightly. I did not see why he was so sad looking, I was alright, and so was my sister, so what was there to be worried about?

I slid over to the side of my bed, stepping off slowly and carefully, knowing that I had not walked in quite some time. Kurama came to my side and helped me up, and once I was on my feet it was easy to walk from there. Kurama let go of me and I slowly made my way to the side of the room and past the curtain on my left. Yukina was said to be on that side, and I was looking forward to seeing her at long last.

I saw her right next to the curtain, her bed positioned close to mine, only on the opposite side of the curtain. Her eyes were closed, so she was obviously sleeping. I did not wish to wake her, but I did want to get a closer look at her. I made my way over to her bed, limping a bit due to the fact that one of my legs had become increasingly sore as I moved.

The first thing I saw was her hair, blue mixed with green. She was much prettier now than before, or at least to me, perhaps because now I could see her as more of a sister. What she had done for me I still do not understand, but I know that I would have done the same for her.

I reached out my hand and touched hers, hoping to feel smooth, soft skin. But what I felt shocked me, and sent me into a nightmare unlike reality, though so real to me. Her skin was cold to the touch, and it was also very pale, as though she had not eaten or even breathed for days. I felt her pulse, or at least I would have, but there was none to feel.

I shock settled in as my eyes widened and I knew why Kurama was so sad earlier. She was dead, and he had known all along. She had killed herself for me, even though she knew what she was doing, and who she was helping to live, she still made the sacrifice.

I was allowed out of the hospital the next day, and my sister was to be buried that day as well. I was to be there to see her off, but I did not show, not entirely. No one knew that I was hiding out in the trees, for I did not want any of the people there to see me cry again. I had broken down many times that day, but none more than I did as they lay her body down under the earth. I did not want them to take her away, I wanted her here. But she was never meant to be with her brother, Heaven needed her more than I did now.

I had never had the luck to get through life easily, I never will either. Some things were never meant to happen in my life, where as others were. She was not supposed to meet me, not really, and so she was taken away. It is as though I am forbidden, like fire, where no one wants to be arround me, and everyone who does must leave quickly. Yes... I am forbidden from living a happy life, with everyone I loved or ever have, for one way or another, they all leave me in the end. I live a forbidden life, and a never-ending, almost forbidden, death will come, though not soon enough, for that would ease my pain. My pain must never come to an end; that is the price to pay, as I am the forbidden fire child. I am the Forbidden Fire.