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Rating: T-ish

Theme: Sad

Description: Yuya goes to visit Nozomu's grave. Not a whole lot of Kyo/Yuya interaction in this one but I really really wanted to write this one.

Memory

It was executed masterfully, Yuya decided to herself as she walked through the rain, that complimented the day that it was, keeping her wide brimmed hat low on her face so that no one recognized her. Not that anyone would, seeing as the last time she was here was over five years ago, but it was an extra caution now that she was traveling with The Demon Eyes Kyo, who, apparently, had more enemies than anyone that she'd ever know before in her life, which also seemed to mean that seeing as she associated with him she was automatically evil, too.

Today was the eight year anniversary of Nozomu's death and she was making her way to his burial site. Yuya sighed at the miserable feeling that stuck with her all day since she woke up and had seemed to weigh her feet down and make her steps heavier than they really were. She had escaped from the group while they seemed to be asleep. Yuya didn't think that they would miss her too much, and this was something she needed to do. It was the only attachment she had left of her brother and she didn't want that to go away.

A rickety old lady and her equally rickety husband were walking through the mud on the, previously dirt, path. He was helping her along and whispering to her in a fragile sounding voice. She let out a croaky laugh and they shared a look that had volumes of love in it. Yuya couldn't help but smile at the display of affection. Yuya took her hat off of her head and handed it to the old man who had given his to his wife.

"Here you go, sir."

He protested that she needed it herself and she insisted that he take it. He finally gave in and took the hat graciously. Yuya stood in the path, already soaked due to the buckets of rain falling, watching them leave.

How she wished dearly she had someone like that.

Kyo's face flashed briefly into her mind and she quickly smacked the heel of her hand into her forehead before the thought could fully process itself. She stood there, in the middle of her rain soaked surroundings, with her hand on her forehead.

Just standing there, not really thinking of anything or anyone. She removed her hand and let it fall to her side while she tipped her head back and let the rain wash down her face with a sigh. There was the sound of a twig being broken in half and it echoed with a crack that conjoined with a blast of thunder and preceded a flash of lightening.

Yuya whipped her head around to look into the trees, wet hair smacking her nose in her haste like a whip, and gun in hand, expecting someone to leap out at her yelling curses and brandishing some sort of a weapon. There was no one, and now her nose hurt. She replaced her gun and rubbed her nose thoughtfully; turning to, for the eighth time, walk down this godforsaken path.

She didn't need a map. She didn't even really need to concentrate she knew the way so well. The way she forcibly carved it into her heart so that she would never forget. Yuya took a sharp turn to the left and into the trees, walking down the suddenly steep path. She was getting close now. She could feel it.

Yuya thought she heard another noise and turned quickly to look. The lightning flashed the same time she lost her balance and slid down the side of the hill, slick from all of the rain. She tumbled crashing, stomach first, into a tree that grew on the hill. Yuya made a gagging noise as the breath was all but beaten out of her.

She lay there wheezing for a bit and tried to push herself up with her hands. They just kept slipping on the wet grass. "D-damnit…" Yuya said through clenched teeth. She sighed again and let herself go limp, exhaustion winning. She would try again after she rested…

There was a distant sound of someone calling her name.

Nozomu…

No, not her brother, Benitora. And Sasuke. Yukimura too. Yuya wiped her long stringy wet hair out of her face and squinted at them, confused. A large, black shape obscured her vision and she looked up. Another flash of lightening provided all of the light that she needed to see that it was Kyo, standing over her like a large and dangerous angel of death.

Great, now I'm dreaming.

She sighed and laughed a shaky laugh while she pushed herself up and slid the rest of the way down the hill on her butt like she used to. She stood up at the bottom and brushed herself off, leaning her head back again and looking up at the canopy of trees, split down the middle and letting the rain beat on her face. The dark sky cracked more thunder and lit off more lightening, raining down more water like it understood the pain her heart was in.

She dropped her head to look in front of herself again and saw the crude grave marker she had made and continued walking towards it, the sounds of the men in her group still calling for her were drowned out by yet another thunder roll, and she ignored it, assuming it was a dream. She stood directly in front of the grave now.

There was water rolling off of it and it gave the illusion of a tiny waterfall. The stones gleamed for it and even though it symbolized something so gut-wrenchingly sad for Yuya, she was forced to admit that it looked beautiful. The withered remains of the flowers she had placed there the last time she had visited had been, mostly, washed away by the torrent of water.

"Sorry I didn't bring you any flowers this time." She told the shrine like she was actually talking to her brother. "I couldn't find any. It's raining, you know." She added. "You always used to love the rain and I could never figure out why…" Yuya chuckled a chuckle that had not mirth in it. "Must be a Nozomu thing." Another jagged strip of lightening cut the sky and she saw, silhouetted against the rock, the outlines of five people, not just herself.

She twisted her head to the side and saw Kyo standing almost parallel to her, staring intently at the grave. "Hello." She said warily. He just looked at her as the only acknowledgement he heard her. He gestured for her to continue and she turned to face her brother again.

"I'm still a bounty hunter. I've actually gotten a lot more money than you ever said they did." Yuya smiled at the memory of her brother quickly rattling off jobs he knew that paid lots of money when he overheard Yuya saying that she thought a pair of prostitutes were pretty and that she wanted to be just like them. "I've made some friends." She supplemented as an afterthought.

"I miss you. Every day." Yuya said again, tears washing down her face and mixing with the rain that seemed to fall harder. Maybe she was just imagining it. Kyo moved closer. "I hope you can see me and are watching, wherever you are. I hope you're proud." She drew in a shaky breath and ran a hand down the smooth rock with his name that she roughly chipped in there by using a rock.

"I'll be back next year. Good bye and I love you. So much." And then, without another word Yuya turned and walked down the path towards the group of friends she had acquired and a man, whom she still wasn't positive what exactly he meant to her, walking next to her.

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