Well, I'd say that I have an excuse for waiting nearly a year to update, but alas, I don't. I've only recently gotten back into reading FY fanfiction, having spent many months reading Inuyasha, Fruits Basket, and Harry Potter ones. So, one day, (cough today) I was looking at my hard drive and saw that I never finished chapter two. I had part of it written (about one page) and I decided to finish it. Also, I finally came up with a name for Tasuki. I like the one I picked, much better than the original ones I was going to use. I've been heavily into jrock the past year so I think I can better describe the band eventually, although they are minor characters. After about two hours of writing, I have five pages for your enjoyment, so, hopefully you'll enjoy. I've done some editing but not much so it'll be kinda rough around the edges.

Well, isn't letting me tab my paragraphs so apologies about that.

As always, reviews are welcome, and greatly appreciated. Thank you to KittyLynne, I love your stories, and you rock!

Chapter 2: Meeting

She couldn't believe it. Tasuki, on stage, playing a guitar, dancing. It just didn't click. It just didn't seem right. What was the world coming to?

He softly sang backup whenever the song called for it. His hair was ruffled and he swayed his body causing many girls to scream out. They didn't know it wasn't on purpose. His pupils were dilated and his breath smelled of alcohol.

The lead singer teased the audience, leaning out from the stage and touching them only to quickly become out of reach.

Miaka was standing there in a daze, standing perfectly still while the people around her danced and jumped. She looked very out of place. He caught her eye, and he grinned again. She blushed deeply. This was so not like Tasuki, she thought, and this is so not like myself.

Yumiko caught the look that he gave Miaka. She wouldn't have thought much of it if Miaka hadn't blushed deeper than a maiden on her wedding night. It was certainly noticeable to anyone who was paying attention. The gears in Yumiko's brain started to turn.

Just as the last song ended, Miaka took a deep breath, trying to ignore that her face was on fire. Before she could talk herself out of it, she looked to the stage again. The man was looking right at her. He took off his guitar, the single motion caused her to blush again. It wasn't a particularly masculine movement, but he made it so it was.

God, she told herself, I haven't blushed this much since I first met Taka. What would he think? He'd probably give her a lecture on how you shouldn't look at other men, not to mention the fact that he'd have his fist in the man's face quicker than you can say Suzaku.

The lead singer yelled to the audience about how great they had been and slowly exited the stage. Miaka was staring at her shoes, taking into account the different straps that held them on her feet. She was shaking with nervousness, disbelief, and giddiness. Hoping the coast was clear, she once again looked to the stage, noticing it was empty. A loud whistle jerked her head off to the side and she met his eyes. He winked at her and jumped off the stage, behind the curtain.

When the crowd finally settled down, Miaka had regained her composure. A hand reached out and grabbed her arm. She gasped. Whirling around, she met Yumiko's amused eyes.

"So," she asked, "What do you think?"

Miaka stammered. "Th-they're…great!" She chuckled nervously, shying away from her.

"C'mon girl, you're not auditioning to be Tony the Tiger. What did you really think?" Yumiko pulled her through the audience just as the DJ started playing more music. They reached a table directly overlooking the center of the dance floor. Miaka supported her head with her hands and sighed.

"I don't know." A waitress came by and set down two glasses, filling them up with water.

"All right. What did you think about the music?" Yumiko slowly started sipping on her glass of water.

"I don't know." Miaka started swirling her drink with her straw watching the ice go round and round.

"Too busy looking at the guitarist to notice the music, huh?"

"Wha?" Miaka jumped and spilled her glass. She face felt hot again and she looked down. "Was it that obvious?"

"Obvious?" Yumiko laughed. "No, not at all. It just looked like you were about to swoon." She sighed dreamily and placed the back of her hand to her forehead for effect.

"Yuuummmiiikooo!" Miaka whined. Yumi chuckled enthusiastically.

"Wow, great concert, huh? Thought I'd never find you guys with all the people here." Sakako had finally wrenched herself free from the bouncing and tightly packed audience. Her breaths came in steady pants and plopped herself down into the empty seat. She quickly swiped Yumiko's drink, as Miaka had spilled hers earlier. "So, what took you guys so long to get here? Now that the concert's over, you wanna go somewhere else? It's rather loud and difficult to see and breathe here."

"Finding a place with food would be great!" Miaka pumped her fist in the air. Her stomach growled its agreement. Miaka blushed sheepishly. "I haven't had dinner yet…"

"Alright! Mission Feed Miaka is go!" Yumi pumped her fist up too while Sakako remained seated, pretending not to know the two over-enthusiastic girls.

Being that water was free, they didn't have to pay for their drinks. Making their way to the exit they noticed that there were fewer people on the dance floor than before. Right when they saw the doors that led to the outside world, they realized where everyone had gone. There was a crowd of people with cameras, band paraphernalia, and signs screaming off to the right of the doors.

"Huh. I suppose that's where the band's dressing room is." Sakako stated. "Shall we lock arms and fight the masses?" She placed herself to the right of Miaka, while Yumiko was on the left of her. It wouldn't do to lose the somewhat gullible and air-headed Miaka in the mass of rabid fan-girls.

"Yeah, I'd bet they'd need a dressing room, seeing how much makeup they were wearing." Yumiko stated, grabbing Miaka's arm.

"The guitarist wasn't wearing any." Miaka said thoughtfully, trying to remember what the other band members looked like.

"Yes, you'd know all about what he looked like." Yumiko winked at her. Sakako doubletaked.

"What? Did I miss something?" She asked, grinning and wide-eyed.

"No! Nothing!" Miaka freed her arms and waved them in front of her as a sign to stop.

"Nope, nothing." Yumiko said. Miaka sighed in relief. "Just Miaka nearly swooning over the guitarist." Sakako's eyebrows disappeared in her hair.

"Really now…" Sakako got an evil glint in her eyes, while thoughtfully rubbing her chin. "He was quite a looker, must be better looking than that Taka fellow you're always talking about."

Miaka stuttered. "B-but…No! I mean…He's…I love Taka!" She nodded her head and crossed her arms, saying that was the end to the conversation.

"But you didn't answer the question!" Yumiko wiggled her finger in front of Miaka's face.

"A-"

"Hey! You can't stand here! You're blocking the exit!" A rather burly man had come up to them, towering over their small frames and looking down upon them. He had slicked back hair, looked like he could bench press a car, and was wearing a shirt that said "Security" on it.

"Yessir." They answered in a small voice, while quickly darting around him and heading full speed for the exit.

Once outside, they regrouped. It was dark out, the only light coming from a few strategically placed street lamps. There were a few people smoking outside, looking like they were waiting for rides, but most of them seem to just be wasting time.

"Man, that guy was sssccarrry." Miaka said, clutching her chest.

"Yeah, I hear ya." Yumi said while Sakako nodded. "So…shall we take my car?"

"Oi. Girly."

They all turned around quickly, expecting to see the burly man. Instead, they saw messy copper hair and crooked grin. Miaka's heart stopped. All of their eyes were wide as saucers. The guitarist, they all thought. Tasuki…Miaka added. They all noticed that he had changed clothes. He no longer looked like someone who had forgotten what to wear so put on his entire wardrobe, only to have it be too small and stretch across his body. He was dressed rather moderately, in a plain dark t-shirt and pants.

"So." Yumi coughed. "I believe he means you, Miaka." She pushed her forward and Miaka stumbled. The man made a move to catch her, but Miaka managed to hit one of those strategically placed street lamps and it stopped her from falling completely to the ground. Miaka clutched her head and laughed nervously.

"You okay?" He was hovering in front of her, looking her over, looking for injuries.

"'Course!" She still chuckled nervously. She could smell him by how close he was. He smelled like something familiar but she couldn't quite place it. The situation was rather funny, according to Yumiko and Sakako, a famous guitarist hovering over a girl was sitting on the ground, clutching her head, and laughing.

"You sure? You don't need to go to the hospital or somethin'?" He looked skeptical about her condition of being unharmed.

"Nope! Just a bump! I've had worse." He grabbed her arms and lifted her to her feet, surprising her. "Uh. I don't think we've met before?" She started, wondering if he'd remember her or not.

Possibilities of his answer ran through her head: would he ask about Taka? Would he remember her as the Priestess of Suzaku? Would he remember his fellow seishi? Pain gripped her heart as the memories of her beloved seishi ran through her head. If...if this man, who looks so much like Tasuki is here, is it just a coincidence or is he Tasuki's reincarnation? If he doesn't remember her, would it be just a coincidence? Part of her hoped the answer was yes, part of her hoped that it would be no. If he was Tasuki's reincarnation, that means Tasuki was dead. Of course, she realized, everyone dies eventually. Actually knowing that a person was dead, however, made the realization so much worse. She couldn't help but grieve at the prospect of Tasuki and Chichiri, her two remaining seishi minus Taka, being dead. She was knocked out of her reverie by his answer.

"Don't think so." He gave her his crooked grin, a little fang peaking out. He put his hands on his hips. "I would've remembered ya if I had." Momentarily depressed by her thoughts, she didn't blush as she probably would have. She bit her lip in thought.

"No…" She finally said. "We haven't met before." He noticed that she almost looked disappointed saying that. He was disappointed that he had disappointed her.

"Well, now we have!" He nudged her. "Now you can brag to your friends about how you met me!" He puffed up his chest and grinned. Miaka looked wide-eyed at him for a second before breaking out into full laughter. Yumi and Sakako looked at each other before laughing too. He looked confusedly between the girls. Miaka patted his arm comfortingly.

"What's your name anyway?" She asked, grinning as her bouts of laughter died down. He looked offended at the question.

"Name's Xun." She looked surprised at the answer. They all did. He looked questioningly at them. "What?"

"Interesting name." Yumiko said. "I've never heard it before."

"'Cause it ain't Japanese." He said all-knowingly, crossing his arms.

"It's Chinese isn't it?" Miaka asked excitedly. That would make sense, his reincarnation, if Xun is Tasuki's reincarnation, being born in China. She thought.

Xun gaped at her. "How'd ya know?"

She grinned. "I have my ways…" She said slyly. He grinned in return and put his arm around her shoulders ruffling her hair in the process. It was then she realized what he smelled like. He smelled like he'd been drinking. Wow, I'd be surprised if it turned out that he wasn't Tasuki's reincarnation.

"I thought Mer de Visages was Japanese." Sakako said thoughtfully. "Least that's what I've read." Xun removed his arm from Miaka's shoulders.

"Better if we say we're Japanese since everyone but me is."

"Why's that?" Miaka asked, looking up to him, getting very close to his face. His cheeks darkened.

"Somethin' 'bout marketing." He mumbled. He looked back at her, his face lighting up. "You never did tell me you name…"

"Oh!" Miaka jumped, hitting the top of her head against his chin. He "oomped" and stumbled back. Miaka was totally oblivious to what she had just done and introduced Yumiko and Sakako, while they looked between her and Xun rubbing his chin. "My name's-"

"OH MY GOD!!!! XUN-KUN!!!" A girl belted pass them and latched herself onto Xun. He looked stricken. "Oh my god! Oh my god! GIRLS!!! OVER HERE!!!" They all looked in alarm towards the entrance to the building. A group of girls looked, pointed, and started to run towards them.

"SHIT!" Xun yelled and pried the girl off of him. He looked between the three girls. "Err…gotta go!" He ran down the alley next to Crimson. The mob of girls bypassed Miaka, Yumiko, and Sakako to follow Xun. He just managed to disappear behind a door before the mob caught him.

"Wow…" Sakako said. "He sure can run fast."

"That's an understatement." Yumiko said.

Miaka looked where he had been. He's too much like Tasuki…

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Xun was leaning up against the door he just managed to get through. He could hear the screaming and pounding of the girls on the other side. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn women."

"Awwww little Xunie running from the fangirls again." Xun looked up to see the drummer making little kiss noises and motions at him.

"Shut up, Yuki. You want me to throw you out there with them?" Xun got up and was gripping Yuki by the collar of his shirt. Like Xun, he had also changed out of his concert attire. Yuki's eyes went wide.

"I value my life, thank you." Xun let him go and Yuki straightened out the wrinkles in his shirt, focusing on some that didn't exist. "What were you doing outside?"

Xun looked at Yuki out of the corner of his eyes. "Talking to a girl." He mumbled. He put his hands in his pockets and looked away.

Yuki fake gasped. "Really? Aww, little Xunie is growing up and talking to girls!" He dramatically sighed.

"Hey…You want to see how I can really wrinkle your shirt?" Xun raised his fist for effect.

"Um..." Yuki looked down at his shirt. "No thanks."

"Good." Xun started to walk further into the building.

"Hey!" Xun turned. "What was her name?" Yuki asked. Xun's eyes started to widen.

Shit! He thought. I didn't get her name!