Author’s notes and warning: Well, I’m hooked on writing stories on our two favorite bishounens. I hope you enjoy reading them? This one is going to be sad and angsty (is that even a word?) at times but I’m a happily-ever-after writer, so you can expect a very sappy ending. I’m so sorry to be torturing our heartthrobs, you can blame it on Wrappedinplastiq when he reviewed that he wanted Tasuki to suffer. That got me thinking and the story just took off from there. Unfortunately the bandit can’t suffer without his love…hence, both are gonna go through some bad times. Please enjoy.
The story will be hopping from present day to the past. It may be confusing; I’ll try to be as organized as I can…(that’s like saying ‘Tasuki, don’t swear!’)
Summary: Chichiri hurt Tasuki badly in their past lives. Now he’s trying to correct the mistake he made and hoped that Tasuki will forgive him. But more than that, he hoped to finally make Tasuki happy. (I felt really bad when I was writing this…)
Lemon in later chapter, angst, death, sap, more sap, more angst, and ending with more sap!
Disclaimer: I do not own the incredibly HOT bishounens…sigh…
REDEMPTION - Prologue
By Moonraven
**In the Universe of the four Gods**
“Suzaku-sama, this is getting out of hands. Chichiri is slowly destroying his soul.” Taiitsukun stared worriedly into one of her mirrors.
“He is getting close to doing just that. But have faith in him, Taiitsukun, his love is much stronger than you think.” The beast god replied. He didn’t really speak per se, the answer just rumbled in the old controller’s mind.
“Yes, but he’s been searching for centuries, through many lives, when will he find peace?”
“Only he can answer that.”
“Tasuki had subconsciously built a wall around his soul. He’s shutting us all out. I can’t even reach him through dreams. At this rate, Chichiri’s soul will diminish and he will be lost forever.”
There was a long pause as the beast god contemplated what he could do for his seishis. “I will send Chichiri a sign. He will find Tasuki this time. But the rest is up to him.”
“Suzaku-sama, you old softy, you, you.” The old controller grinned happily. She laughed out loud as the beast god sputtered in outraged in her mind.
**Present Day – Los Angeles**
A tall figure emerged from the dark alley and moved silently towards the tall building across the street. He was wearing black T-shirt tugged snugly into close fitting black jeans and had his long brown hair tied back securely at the nape of his neck. His face was partially hidden by soft brown bangs that he customarily wore to cover the prominent scar sealing his left eye shut. He stopped short as he saw two figures leave the building. Moving swiftly, he went into the telephone booth and watched the couple in front of the apartment building wistfully. His single eye stared longingly at one of the figure. The one that drew his attention most was a tall young man with bright orange hair. He was dressed in form fitting white T-shirt and faded blue jeans that had several revealing holes and tears. The other figure, a slim blond youth was slightly shorter dressed in blue oxford and tan slacks. They seem to be engaging in some kind of heated exchanged that ended up with the blond sobbing into the other man’s chest. The young man in black gritted his teeth.
He knew that this relationship will not last, but could not help the tightening in his chest as he watched them embraced then kissed. In all the time that he had secretly watched the redhead, he had seen men and women come and go. None of them lasted for more than a few months. It seemed that whenever the redhead was beginning to enjoy someone’s company, he would cut them loose. The cute little blond would be next. Even though it seemed like the redhead didn’t care how many hearts he broke, the man in black knew better. Deep inside, he was suffering with every break-up. He must be, he couldn’t have changed so much…could he?
The young man in black sighed sadly. He fought against the overwhelming sense of loss that he knew would bring him inevitable tears. “Tasuki…” He whispered. “What have I done?”
He silently cursed himself for the millionth time. He knew what he did. He knew what had made the bandit change. And he will do everything he can, forever if need be, to make that man become the most loving, warm and generous man he once was.