Alright folks! We are nearing the end! This has been a very long journey and I am hoping you will enjoy the finale! After this chapter there is ONE MORE!

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Chapter 11: A Warrior's Death

Watanuki appeared again, a thin line upon his face. Gone was the sadness, instead he held the look of his title, one without will or emotion.

"I take it the decision has already been made…" He spoke with a bit of authority in his voice. "Let this be the end and the beginning…"

There was a brief light, shining brightly to the side of the procession. Out of it stepped two beings...One was a woman in white, carrying gently in her hands a glass dome containing a small light.

The other was a man who walked with dignity and grace...One would think him noble but he certainly looked out of place here in the middle of the desert. The White Ninja were bowing their heads while the Suna residence couldn't help but gaze at the white haired man who held a single golden jewel upon his forehead...Within this man's gentle arms he carried the limp form of Princess Sakura.

"Thank you for helping me bring her here, Helios-sama." Watanuki held grand respect for the ageless being.

"Fate ties us all…" The being replied then his eyes went to Sakura's form. "This one...with dreams of light and purity...I could not deny those from one of my own."

"Sakura!" Tsubasa rushed forward, but stopped a few paces from the man with white hair and calming eyes. This, as Watanuki stated, was Helios...an actual god stood before him and he wondered if it were rude to even come near the being in the first place.

"Be still...for she merely sleeps…" The words stilled Tsubasa's heart instantly. "One's soul and body must be within the dimension to be incarnated…The other soul has already been extracted." He gestured over to the woman carrying the precious cargo in her hands. "It is just as she...bright and fill with beautiful dreams."

So this was Sakura's soul and body which Helios-sama held... Tsubasa glanced at the love of his life. She looked as though she had never aged a day since he last saw her. She looked ethereal in the white gown given to her. He wanted to touch her but stopped himself.

This wouldn't be the last he would see her...Now, they would grow and live in the same world, in the same time and space...All he had to do was search for her…

"I…" He gripped the sword in his hand hard. "Excuse me…" He planned to leave the crowded area but a wall of sand stopped him in his tracks. The sand engulfed his form completely. When it was gone, he found himself away from the city, out in an open field.

"You wanted their eyes to be shielded by what is to happen…" Gaara stated. "I too, would wish the same." Gaara frowned at him. "Killing yourself is cowardly…"

Tsubasa gave a discouraging look at the man that was to be his father. What was he supposed to do anyway!?

"I'll not taint my son's soul with something as disgraceful as a suicide." Gaara shook his head. "There are more noble ways to do such things…"

"Then...what do you suggest?" This was a very awkward conversation to say the least.

Gaara paused.

"I will make the sacrifice." His words confused Tsubasa. The young man's eyes increased in size but Gaara shook his head. "I do not mean to take my own life…" He held out his hand.

"I mean...to take yours…"

The warrior in Tsubasa reacted as the sands at his feet nearly grabbed at his ankles. That one brief moment and Tsubasa understood. He took his stance, his sword held high, eyes thin as slits as he prepared for the fight of his young life.

A warrior's death...so be it…

Gaara did not let up on Tsubasa, showing his full strength without relent. It was hard to fight sand but Tsubasa proved he could manage. It almost half felt like Gaara was...training him in some weird way...Maybe testing his abilities? Whatever...It had to have been a difficult decision for the man to come to this conclusion. Who would wish to kill their child anyway?

It didn't take long until a small crowd was gathered outside the training area where the fight between father and future son was going on. Mokona just couldn't watch, but wanted to be there at the same time. He kept his little eyes closed, the sounds of battle rattling his little ears while he sat perched atop Fai's shoulder.

Fai and Kurogane were silent as well but their eyes were rightfully opened. Neither couldn't imagine keeping away from this hard moment. When the kid was about to leave, Kurogane had planned to grab his butt and deal with him himself. Yet, Lord Suna had other plans.

"It's almost bitter suite in a sense." Fai wasn't his cheerful self and for good reason.

"A warrior's death is better than what the kid planned." Kurogane kept his eyes open on the battle in front of him. Though they were far from the damage, his warrior senses could tell him exactly what was going on.

They were not the only ones that traveled there. Of course, the White Ninja wished to see this moment, when the father would take the life of his future son. They stood silently watching beside Fai and Kurogane and for once Kurogane wasn't annoyed by their presence. He couldn't blame them for being here…

A strangled cry let all know the battle was over.

Tsubasa laid sprawled on the dirt, badly beaten and bruised...His eyes glazed over and his clothing torn to near shreds. He still held tightly onto his signature sword, even as the blood from his chest wound soaked the ground around him.

His breath was shallow, barely there. The ground soaked up the red stain around him as Gaara approached. Seafoam eyes gazed down at him.

"This is not goodbye…" Gaara told him. "Rather...Until we meet again…" Then he raised a hand above Tsubasa's broken form. As the sand curled around him, Tsubasa closed his eyes...

His last thought as death took him, was of a smile...Her smile...The one he knew he would see again in his next life.

Next Time: Heart's True Endings