Okay I know it's short again...sorry. But I get absolutely no time during the week to write and I felt bad for the first chapter so you get this one too before the end of the weekend. But don't expect another chapter until next weekend...maybe because I already have a lot of plans. Sorry! I truly am but school year is hectic! It controls my life! I swear! Well I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I dont own FY! Which sucks.

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Chapter 2

Takeo had cried himself back into a pitiful sleep as the sun cast a sunset off a spectacular orange and red that went unnoticed by the occupants of the room. Tasuki sat himself in a chair in the corner of the room. He watched the remaining family of three. Many memories were stirring and being played before him which he hadn't seen in quite some time due to his shutting them away. This was all done in good intentions mind you…that he was reminded of throughout the duration of these films. Luckily for him though he passed into an ever light sleep dreading to wake up in fear of what it would be for…not that the alterative of sleeping was better. Where these memories followed and haunted his dreams….like they had ever since that day.

Chichiri sat in another chair which he had pulled to the other side of the bed. He glanced at his daughter's sleeping…and sadly failing form and then her brother who had his head against the bed near her. He shuddered ever so slightly and a grim feeling took over him as he tried to curl even deeper within himself to hide away. Like Tasuki he had many things stirring in his head that he had all but forgotten. So as to distract himself he tried to send himself into meditation.

With all of the room occupant's eyes closed for one reason or another; another's eyes opened. Well in a sense. They would have opened had they not been transparent. The beautiful young woman stood in her glory for a minute surveying closely the occupants of the room with a warm feeling deep within her heart for each.

She walked gracefully and silently to her red haired opposite who sat in a corner of the room. She leaned down studying his face, her flowing red curls falling over one shoulder with the motion. Then she whispered to the bandit, "Why do you still dream of nightmares which haunt me? Why not dream of better days?" She asked almost as if he would respond to her melody like voice. But when no answer came she smiled content anyway as if she had been answered in a way we don't know and she raised herself as she turned to the other three residents.

She passed the first man on the chair with a deep feeling of remorse as she went to the two teens who slept upon the small bed. She tentatively traced her fingers along the young boys face. Even if the boy could not physically feel her she could in a way we only wish we could understand. "Don't fret." She chided to her child. "You will protect from things that you have yet to learn of." She smiled then turned to the young daughter that threatened to soon join her.

She frowned slightly as she sat upon the bed looking down at this fair maiden, "Worrying your father as ever I see. And I will hear none of this talk about you leaving him so quickly!" She chided waving a motherly finger no as if the girl could see. "But it is time for you to overcome this dreadful fever that you dear father has been trying ever so hard to battle and cure you of. No you mind him." She said with a grin as she kissed the girl's forehead motherly. The young girl smiled as if she had heard and seen everything her deceased mother had said to her.

Now she faced the last person she had not glanced at yet for a frown fell upon her elegant features. She rose and sat now upon her husbands lap studying his face as she gently touched her hand upon against it her other around his shoulders. She then wrapped the other around him in almost a hug her head resting against his shoulder and she whispered quietly to him, "How long do you intend to travel in the dark? That is not a place in which you need dwell. You are not alone in any way so why does your heart cry that you are? Chichiri? I'm here…I'm here with you always. And your children cry for your attention and approval…they desire it above all things and run and hide to have you find them only so that your thoughts dwell upon them. Do you not see it? I know you do…" She said sadly to him. It was so hard to talk to him. Especially like this.

Chichiri heard this…in the dark depth of his meditation and he tried to open his eyes desperately but something held them tightly closed. He stood still at loss of what to do. He wanted to cry…it was his beloved's voice…why couldn't he just have a glimpse of the owner of that voice? Hold her again…why? He was answered when he saw emerge from the darkness a smiling woman. With flowing curly red hair and she wore the outfit he first saw her in…that day in the market. It was so long ago.

"Silly," She said playfully. "You can see me. You just have to let you see me." She giggled.

Oh Suzaku…this was too much. It was so real…it was her. In all perfection her laugh her smile…all of her. "K-Keiko…" Chichiri finally whispered his forbidden name.

"Yes," she answered her eyes brought back level to his. She then ran to him, the small distance that separated them. She flung her arms around him and he held her.

Chichiri began to cry as he held the woman within his grip. He could feel the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her hair. "It's so hard with out you…." He choked out.

Keiko fell silent into remorse upon the statement. She couldn't do anything…this was as far as her power allowed her to go. This was the extent. Well….for him. Suzaku would not allow anything more. "I try Chichiri…" She whimpered. "I-I want to be there too….even more so…but I can only watch. You have to do this Chichiri…you can take care of them. You must take care of them…" She whispered to him.

"But I'm failing at this…if you're watching then you've seen what has happened to Takara and I may have to somehow say goodbye to her too! I can't do it Keiko! I won't say goodbye to her!" He cried his hold on her tightening.

"No you wont!" She answered. "She's here…she is getting better Chichiri. Right now as we speak…she's healing. She's strong…she can handle this now. I made it so she can stay. Chichiri she wont leave you." Keiko said sternly her eyes locking with Chichiri.

Chichiri nodded slightly in comprehension. "Why…wont you let me open my eyes to see you? I know you there…in the room. I can feel it…" He whispered.

"I don't want you to see me that way Chichiri. This is how I am to you. This is me." Keiko replied.

"But it's only a memory now….the actual you is there…in the room." He said choking on another sob.

Keiko looked sadly at him. "It's a spirit of me Chichiri…no different then what you see before you now. Only there…it's even more real of far away I am…of how I don't fit into the picture anymore. I can't be there Chichiri." She whispered trying to explain to him. Chichiri closed his eye and nodded ever so slightly. "Now take care of Takara…she's probably thirsty and you know her…she'll want to get up." Keiko said giggling as Chichiri's eye was forced open and the surrounding returned to the small bandit fortress room. He saw as s few specs of red glitter floated to the floor.

He then looked out the window as a calm blue began to call the rising of the day. Had he been mediating or sleeping because he had just passed the entire night. His attention was quickly redirected to the sleeping girl upon the bed.

Takara stirred slightly and dragged delicately her arm across her sheets up to her forehead. There she felt the cold rag and she opened her magenta colored eyes for the first time in two days and went to remove the said rag when Chichiri all but sprinted out of the chair to take her hand then use his other replace the rag and run a hand through her hair he smiled softly.

"Dad…" She asked sleepily.

"Yes Takara." He answered happiness flowing through him.

"I really don't like the rag on my head…" She complained. Yep it was the same old Takara. She wasn't going to say anything about how she came to state she was in…she was going to immediately complain about anything and everything she could just to tick everyone off.

Chichiri chuckled slightly shaking his head with his eye closed, "Takara…you're going to have to keep that cold rag on your forhead for a while."

"No I don't. I'm fine!" She said stubbornly which in turn made the boy sleeping at her side jump and fall back.

Now normally on occasion a person would be alarmed if they just hit the floor but Takeo was smiling and shot right back up. He grinned at Takara, "Oh I knew you would wake up eventually," He said grinning.

"Well duh I was gonna wake up! What did you think I was going to die or something?" Takara asked angrily glaring at Takeo for thinking so such things. To her she thought she just woke up the next morning…wow…how misinformed she was. "Now do you all mind getting off of me…I want to get up now…" She said.

Takeo frowned, "I don't think so Takara." He said in an older brother tone. It had been an order which made Takara blink in surprise. Never once had her brother said something so…so forceful to her. Now usually people would be too stupefied to retort…but that would be too boring.

"What do you mean you don't think so?" Takara snapped. "I know so that I am getting up…and when I say I am getting up I mean now!" She said indignantly. Now Takara made a move to get up forcefully.

Father and son both shared a very quick glance of understanding and both assailed upon sister/daughter and held her there, "Tasuki!" Chichiri yelled.

Tasuki woke up with a start the oddest feeling over him that he was sure he would never talk about. He glanced at the people who were all trying to hold the feisty teenager down.

"I said let me up! You indignant fools! Get off of me!" Takara growled threateningly form beneath the duo.

Takeo laughed while Chichiri sweat dropped. Tasuki on a normal occasion would have joined Takeo into a laughing fit but rushed over to help instead. Now with some sort of contraption and spell Chichiri had his daughter in a way 'stuck' to the bed. There was no way she was getting up right now. Which resulted in a very how should I put this? Vocal Takara. Tasuki had to leave from being to pissed to listen to his miraculously better niece. Although under standing was in the air. Everyone knew how she was better. But there was no way anyone was going to say that.

Chichiri left too now for Takara to calm down and he was going to go get some much needed rest in his room. So now Takeo took a seat in a chair he situated at the end of her bed to just keep her company in her fury of rage. Takeo was the only person known alive that could tolerate Takara what-so-ever when she was like this. But that was because first off he was her twin, and second off because of his calm personality.

Finally Takara grew tired of screaming at everyone and settled down to glare icily at her brother, "I know you're enjoying this…" She growled.

"It reminds me of when you would lock me in the closet," Takeo grinned back kindly.

This made Takara return the grin which turned into a broad smile and she laughed. Takeo smiled in his glory of finally changing his sister's mood. It was a hard and rare thing to accomplish. And only he was the only person known alive able to do it so far.

After Takara finished her small fit of laughter she grew more serious which couldn't be a good sign. Her head lowered and Takeo prepared himself for the question he knew would follow, "Did…did anybody see?" She whispered.

"No." Takeo replied to her. "Since…since when can you do that…you scared the shit out of me." He said sternly.

"I'm sorry…I didn't know I could do that either…" Takara said more afraid.

"I wasn't talking about the fire scaring me. The way you complete fainted afterwards and didn't wake up for two days is what scared me!" Takeo said seriously.

Takara raised her head in shock, "I was out for two days!" She asked astonished.

Takeo nodded his head slightly.

"But…I'm better….she…" Takara but stopped not wanting to talk past there. Both twins knew what she was going to say.

"She's good." Takeo finished for her. The awkward silence was hard to bear as both thought of the mother they never knew.

"Yeah…" Takara whispered in agreement but she brightened trying to bring her brother out of his melancholy. "I bet I still could end up putting you in a closet somewhere…and you can bet your ass I'll do it in revenge for this." She smirked. Which brought a worried look on Takeo's face that resulted in both twins laughing.

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Okay so what did you think? I know i still havent even gotten to the other kids. Yes they are coming in. But i really wanted to focus on these two for right now. I kind of wanted to really show how close thier bond is. I actually think this was a sad chapter...at least it was for me. It was hard to write the part with Chichiri and Keiko. But i think it came out okay...despite that i felt bad writing the entire thing. Well until the next chapter! Please don't forget to review! And if you have any other things you want to add like your own character or other tid bits let me know and i'll see what i can do!

Reviews:

DevoTheMadCashCow: I'm glad you like Takara so much! And no im not trying to kill her! Trust me! And no i dont hate you either. I'm trying to show you the twinly bond the two share and this was the strongest way to show it...at least thats what i thought. lol. Well i hope you liked the chapter. Feel free to contribute ideas/characters! See ya next chapter!

Tayk-lol I'm sorry you didnt understand the first chapter at first. I hope this one isnt too confusing! I'm glad you like my story so much. It makes me feel special lol. Well see ya next time!

Kristall: lol yeah the idea for fire was actually DTMCC's idea. Pretty good i think. I hope this is a hint to how im using urs! Remember this is just a 'hint' of whats to come. lol. Well till next time!

c ya!- miraclebutterly