Author’s notes and warnings:  **Sigh** I’m so very sorry it took so long but I finally had time to update this story.  I felt bad to have neglected it for so long but ‘REDEMPTION’ must be completed.  In addition, I’ve just moved into my brand new home!  Woo hoo! <Happy Snoopy dance>  But packing and unpacking is a bitch, ne? 

When I first wrote this story, I wasn’t sure how it would be received.  I’m afraid it’s hardly my best…but I’m glad you liked it.  It’s not a long story and will end with this chapter. 

Concerning lemons…<LOL> I know some people thought I was real strange to want to write a lemon with a ghost…I just thought the area needed…exploring?  It’s gonna be weird…real weird…you are warned. 

As always, my deepest gratitude to my reviewers: Sakata Ri Houjun, Xellas M., Shadow Priestess, Kawaii, Uftaki, Fujimiya Maru, Riina, Shinigami, Hitari, Perk Asahikawa (who went and changed names on me?)

This chapter contains death, Tasuki’s death.  Along with blood and other related ickiness surrounding death.  Suicidal thoughts, sexual situations and the author’s strange wackiness ahead…are ya ready?

Disclaimers:  I do not own FY or it’s characters… The owner didn’t want to share…

Unfinished Business – To Let You Go

By Moonraven

“Get out of here, Chiri.”  Tasuki coughed up more blood as he weakly try to push the monk away.  “It’s not safe…the rock slide…again…”  He couldn’t finish the sentence; it was too painful. 

Chichiri turned a deaf ear to his friend as he furiously worked to move rocks that covered the bandit.  Tears of anguish flowed down his face and he focused all his energy into freeing his companion.

“Chiri…”  Tasuki whispered in pain.  Chichiri sobbed at the agony in his friend’s voice and turned a teary eye to the bandit.

“No…time left.”  Tasuki swallowed some blood as he tried to continue.

“Don’t talk, Tasuki.”  Chichiri told him desperately.  “Save your strength.  I’ll try to heal you as soon as I get you out.”  He went back to attacking the rocks again.  He wasn’t sure how much he could heal; he was not Mitsukake.  But he couldn’t let Tasuki die…

“S-Stop.  Chiri…I…” The bandit’s voice was so low Chichiri almost missed it.  The monk turned to his friend and gently wiped away the blood trickling from the corner of the bandit’s lips.  Tasuki grabbed Chichiri’s hand weakly.  “I…lo---”

“Shh…don’t talk, just hang on, Tasuki.”  He told his friend tenderly.

“Chiri…”  Tasuki gasped once then relaxed. 

“NO!”  Chichiri nearly screamed.  “No Tasuki!  Don’t you dare leave me!  Do you hear me Tasuki?  Don’t you dare!”  Then the monk felt a slice of something cold through the center of his being then an aching hollow feeling grew in his chest.  It was as if a part of him had been taken away and a hole was left in his heart.  The very same feeling as when the others died…only this time the loss was tearing at his very soul.

“NO!  TASUKI!”  Chichiri screamed his heart ached into the sky.

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“Tasuki!”  Chichiri jerked up in bed and screamed his friend’s name.  He was panting hard and his face was wet with tears.  He looked frantically around the dark room until Tasuki appeared right in front of him.

“Tasuki!”  Chichiri wanted to pull the bandit into his arms and cry into Tasuki’s strong chest.  He wanted to so badly that he reached out his arms…and found empty air.  Tasuki’s face was pained as he watched the anguish and frustration on Chichiri’s face.  He would give anything to comfort Chichiri.  If only he could hold the sobbing monk.

“It’s all my fault, Tasuki!  All my fault!”  Chichiri cried.  “I insisted on helping those villagers and then when…when you were hurt, I…I told you not to leave me.  It’s all my fault!”  The monk wailed into his hands.

“Chiri---” Tasuki started but was interrupted when there was a knock on the door.

“Houjun!  Houjun, are you alright?”  Seiji’s voice sounded distant from behind the heavy door.

“Damn!”  Tasuki swore.  Even after Chichiri’s assurance that he only loved Tasuki, the bandit still didn’t want Seiji anywhere near his love.

“Hai!”  Chichiri called from the bed.  “I’m fine, Seiji.”  The door opened slowly and the dark head of Seiji cautiously poked in then the rest of him followed as the older man came to stand in the doorway.  The single candle that Seiji carried faintly illuminated the room. 

“I’m sorry to have woken you, Seiji.  But I’m alright, really.”  Chichiri reassured the other man. 

“Shit, Chiri, tomorrow you’re getting a fucking lock for this room.”  Tasuki growled.

“Houjun, do you still have those dreams?”  Seiji asked softly.  “After all these years?”

“Gomen, ne, Seiji.”  Chichiri said softly, not look at the older man.  “It seems that every time I suffer a great loss, I am at your door steps.”

Seiji moved slowly into the room, much to the dismay of one sputtering bandit.

“Get out!”  Tasuki yelled at the advancing man.  “Get the hell away from Chiri!”

“Tasuki, no da.  It’s alright, na no da.”  Chichiri told him silently.

“You’re always welcomed here, Houjun.”  Seiji said gently as he sat on the bed next to Chichiri.  Tasuki screeched and flit around the room, looking very much like a balloon that someone had just let the air out of.  Chichiri promptly ignore the bandit.

“In fact,”  Seiji continued, looking closely at Chichiri.  “One might say that it was destiny that brought you to me.”

Chichiri blinked several times and Tasuki stopped his cussing immediately.  The bandit floated back to his monk’s side and stared suspiciously at Seiji.

“What the fuck is he talking about?”  Tasuki wanted to know.

“I am honored, Houjun, that Suzaku saw it fitting to send you to me for comfort.”  Seiji’s eyes were shining with love and hope…and something else that was awfully close to lust.

“He’s gotta be shitting me!”  Tasuki was stunned.  What the hell was this guy yapping about?

“Ano…Seiji, I don’t know---”

“Please, Houjun!”  Seiji interrupted, taking a firm hold of Chichiri’s hand.  With a surprised squawk, Chichiri’s other hand took a firmer grip on the blanket that covered his bare chest.  “Can’t you see that we were meant to be together?  Can’t you see how Suzaku kept throwing us together?”

“He’s fucking NUTS!”  Tasuki fumed as he swatted futilely at Seiji’s hand.  “Let go of him you freak!”  He demanded.

Chichiri tried to keep a level head but it was getting difficult with the over-amorous Seiji on one hand and the thoroughly pissed off Tasuki on the other.  His mind was confused even if his heart knew that what the older man said wasn’t true.  Tasuki was his destiny, wasn’t he?  Then why was Seiji the one to offer comfort and love to him both times that he needed them?  Why DID Suzaku take away the people he loved and brought him to…Seiji…?

“I…I don’t know.” Chichiri wavered and frowned as his mind tried to get back in sync with his heart. 

Chichiri’s entire being rocked to the core when the pain and betrayal in Tasuki’s chi crashed into him full force.

“Tasuki.”  He whispered as he looked around the room for the bandit.  Tasuki was nowhere in sight.

“No!  Tasuki.”  He called louder, forgetting that Seiji was still there.

“Houjun.”  Seiji gripped both his shoulders firmly and looked at him sadly.  “I know that he was a good friend, and the only seishi left aside from you.  But you must let him go, Houjun.  He must find peace.”

Chichiri looked at him in distress.  “I don’t want to.”  He whispered.  Of course he knew he should…but how could he go on without Tasuki?

“I understand.  You said the same thing nine years ago, Houjun.”  Seiji pulled the other man closer to him.  “It’s painful, I know.  But you’ll get through this.  That is why I’m here.  I will always be here to take care of you, Houjun.”

“No.”  Chichiri pushed away from Seiji.  “I have to find Tasuki.  He’s hurt.”  He got out of bed and pulled on his shirt.

“Houjun.”  Seiji’s voiced was pained.  “He’s not hurt.  He’s dead, please let him go.”

“You don’t understand.  You have to go now.  I have to find him.”  Chichiri moved around the room in a daze.  “Tasuki…please answer me.  Tasuki!”

“Listen to me, Houjun.  The last time I left you in this state, you tried to kill yourself.”  The older man followed him as he moved to the windows.

Chichiri had a far away look in his eye as he thought about what Seiji had just said.  “Kill myself…”  He whispered softly.  “Then I would be dead.  I would be with Tasuki…”  He had promised Tasuki long ago that he would never contemplate suicide again.  That was back when they had fought Hikou and Tasuki had found out about his past.  Now was different wasn’t it?  Surely Tasuki would want him to die so that they could be together?

“Never, Chiri.”  Tasuki’s solemn voiced echoed in his head and heart though the bandit himself was still out of sight.  “I would never wish you dead.  Not even to be with me.”

“Tasuki.”  He whispered to his love as tears fell from his eye.

Seiji frowned as he witness Chichiri’s strange mood.  He was convinced now more than ever that Chichiri was a danger to himself.

“I need to tell you something, Seiji.”  He said quietly, not turning to face the older man.  “As much as I appreciate your concern and your…affections, I’m afraid I can’t return your feelings.  I’m very sorry.” 

“I’m a patient man, Houjun. I think you know that.”  The man wasn’t giving up.

“I know and I’m sorry if I’ve led you to believe that there was a chance.”  He turned to face Seiji and took a deep breath.  He wasn’t sure if this were a good idea, the man would probably think that he had really gone over the edge.  But this was for Tasuki as much as Seiji.  Tasuki must hear him tell the other man that there could be no one else for him except the bandit.

“You see, Seiji, I’m already in love and I don’t believe I can ever stop loving him.”  It felt good to say that.  Chichiri could feel the change in the bandit’s chi even if he couldn’t see him.

Tasuki was overjoyed though he was uncertain as well.  Watching Seiji try to comfort Chichiri forced him to think of the things he couldn’t do for his love.  He couldn’t even hold Chichiri when the man was suffering from his nightmares.  All he could do was talk to Chichiri, annoyed Chichiri, make Chichiri worry… ‘Yeah, he needed me like he needed Nakago,’ thought Tasuki dismally. 

“You were the same way when Kouran died, Houjun.”  Seiji shook his head sadly.  “You don’t see yourself, but I do.  It may take months, it may take years, but you WILL recover from this, Houjun.  I promise.”

Chichiri frowned.  He could understand how Seiji would believe that but the other man did not know the extend of the bond between Chichiri and Tasuki.  It went beyond love.  They were Suzaku’s warriors; their god as well as their devotion to each other bonded them.

“I know you think that, Seiji, but Tasuki and I are bounded by our destiny to be together.  Whether it’s to protect our miko or to fulfill our love for one another; we are destined to be together, forever.  I’m sorry you don’t understand that.  It’s not the same as Kouran.”  He looked distressed for a moment.  “I loved Kouran and even if she were to survive the flood, I would have still fallen in love with Tasuki when I met him.  I could feel Tasuki in my soul…I still can.”

Seiji was silent as he watched the younger man.  There was a light in Chichiri’s eye when he spoke of Tasuki.  The younger man almost came alive again at the memories of the man he loved.  He had never seen that expression on Chichiri before.  Not even when he talked of Kouran and Hikou.  Seiji sighed tiredly.  He had hoped that this time the monk would finally settle down here with him.  He guessed it wasn’t meant to be.  Perhaps it was time for HIM to let Chichiri go…

“What will you do?”  Seiji asked quietly.

Chichiri looked at Seiji and smiled.  The older man had finally come to term with the fact that Chichiri would not be his. 

“I will help you and Sakura-san like I promised.”  He said lightly and smiled.

“And then?”  Seiji prompted.

“And then I will leave.”  Chichiri said quietly looking out the window.

“Why?  You don’t have to.  You could stay here, I won’t bother you.”  Seiji told him.  He didn’t want the monk wandering around the countryside by himself.

“Arigatou, Seiji, but I’m needed in many places.”  Chichiri looked down at his hands.  “Besides, I’ve been moving around so much I doubt I can stay still for long.”  He looked up at Seiji and gave him cheerful smile.

“Will you be alright?”  Seiji looked closely at Chichiri.

“Yes.  I believe I will.”  “Won’t I, Tasuki?”

“You better believe it, Chiri.”  Came the bandit’s reply.

Seiji got up reluctantly and turned to leave.  “I better let you rest then.  You’ll have much to discuss with Sakura tomorrow.  Good night.”

“Good night, Seiji.”  He said softly as he came to stand at the foot of the bed.

When the older man was gone, Chichiri looked around the darken room for the bandit.  Tasuki still hadn’t returned.

“Tasuki?”  He called tentatively.  “Please show yourself.”

Tasuki appeared right in front of Chichiri, startling the monk and causing him to fall back on the bed.  The bandit chuckled softly.

“Gomen, Chiri.  What you said back there…you put a fucking lump in my throat, man.”  Pink stain tinged the bandit’s cheeks as he leaned over the prone monk, getting as close to the beloved face as he could.

Chichiri wanted to be closer to his love as well though he didn’t know how to go about it.  “Tasuki…”

Tasuki looked serious suddenly and moved to sit next to the monk.  Chichiri raised his brows in surprised and sat up next to his friend.  Tasuki had obviously been practicing; he could now do things that he couldn’t do when he had first became a ghost.

“Chichiri, I was thinking.”  Tasuki said pensively.  “What’s to become of us?  I mean it’s not like we can be a regular couple.  I can’t even touch you.”  He stopped and looked at Chichiri.  “I can’t…kiss you.”

Chichiri colored brightly and swallowed.  He had dreamed of them doing just that and more.  But now… “Tasuki, you will have to leave someday.  It is forbidden…”

“I know…but I want to stay as long as I can.  I don’t ever want to leave you.” Tasuki held up a hand close to Chichiri’s face and paused as he stopped to stare at those parted lips.  He ran a ghostly finger across Chichiri’s bottom lip and sighed.  “You have no idea how much I want to kiss the lights out of you.  How much I want to make love to you.  How much I want to pleasure you.  I don’t understand how I can still…feel…desire.”

The bandit’s voice was low and husky in Chichiri’s mind.  It promised tantalizing things that Chichiri had never experienced.  As he watched Tasuki and listened to him, Chichiri could have sworn that he felt the bandit’s finger on his lips.  He closed his eye and sighed as he leaned closer to his love.

Tasuki’s hand moved to caressed Chichiri’s cheek and the monk gasped, opening his eye wide.  “I could feel you, Tasuki.”

Tasuki was shocked too.  He had felt Chichiri’s skin under his fingers and he removed his hand to look at it more closely, half expecting it to be solid.  His hand looked the same.  He tried again but this time his hand went right through the monk’s face.  Tasuki wailed in anguish and the sound tore at Chichiri’s heart.

“It doesn’t matter, Tasuki.”  Chichiri try to sooth the bandit.  “I’ve loved you for so long now and we’ve never…well we didn’t…you know, do anything before.  Surely this is not that different?”

Tasuki frowned, as he thought of something both interesting and repulsive.  He looked at Chichiri and frowned again, then shook his head dismissively, frowning all the while.

“What?”  Chichiri asked after he witnessed Tasuki’s frowning episode.

“Notin’.”  The bandit said too innocently.

“What?”  Chichiri repeated, eye narrowing.

“Nothing.”  Tasuki said firmly.  “Nothing I want to try.”

“There is something we could try?”  Chichiri was curious.

“No.”  Tasuki said decisively.  “Unless you want me to use someone else’s body like Hotohori did with Tama.”  He said sullenly, afraid that perhaps the monk did want him to and afraid more if Chichiri suggested Seiji.

“Oh.”  Chichiri replied.  Then his eye widen comically as he said, “OH!” again, this time with a furious blush.

“Yeah, ‘oh’.”  Tasuki said in resignation.  “As much as I want to fuck your brains out, Chiri, I ain’t gonna want to use some one else’s body for THAT.”

“No…I agree.  I wouldn’t want that either.”  Chichiri tried looking away but the lusty flares of Tasuki’s chi caught a firm hold of him and he found himself drawn to the bandit.  He gazed at the beloved features and now wished more than anything that they could…consummate their love.

“Tasuki.”  Chichiri said softly as he looked carefully into the translucent face.  “Why not…use…MY body?”

Chichiri could feel his face heating up as he made the suggestion.  What was he thinking?  Was it even possible?  He knew that he could let Tasuki ‘share’ his body but for the purpose that they were thinking?

“Chiri…” Tasuki said huskily as he moved closer to the monk.  “Are you sure?”  His cheek would have been rubbing Chichiri’s if he still had his body.  Gods, he swore he could smell the desire in Chichiri.

“Hai.”  Chichiri said breathlessly as he lay back on the bed.  “I want to be one with you and this is as good a way as any.”

“Shit, Chiri!  The things that you say…it just ain’t…monk-like.”  He crawled over the prone monk, a position he had fantasized about since the time he was still alive.

“Tasuki…”  Chichiri whispered hoarsely.  “Do it.”  Just the thought of Tasuki touching him was making him incredibly excited.  The raw lust in Tasuki’s chi fueled his own desire and Chichiri was getting too warm in his clothes.  He pulled at the ties on his shirt, eye never leaving Tasuki’s face.

“I want to see you first, Chiri.  Take off your clothes for me.”  Tasuki leaned down until his lips merged with Chichiri and he swiped his tongue repeatedly over the monk’s lips. 

Chichiri moaned as he removed his shirt.  He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not but the warm tingly feeling engulfed his lips and send shivers down his spine, adding to the hardness between his legs.  Tasuki’s ghostly assault continued as Chichiri removed his sleeping pants and the monk moaned loudly when the tingling warmth moved to his ears.

“Tasuki…”  Chichiri gasped and arched towards the sensation.  What was happening? 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, do you know that, Chiri?  Fuck! I wish I could touch you…”  His hand gingerly reached out to the throbbing length between Chichiri’s spread thighs.  Tentatively he ran his fingers over the tip and down the side.  He could almost feel the moisture dripping from the redden tip and groaned as Chichiri bucked up into his hand.

“AH!”  Chichiri gasped as that elusive warmth encircled his erection.  “Tasuki!”

“Are you ready, Chiri?  I’ve never done this, I don’t wanna mess you up or nothin’.”  Lust laced with concern as Tasuki mimicked the motion of grinding his arousal on Chichiri. 

“Yes, I’m ready.  Hurry, Tasuki, I need you!”  The lean naked body of the man Tasuki loved more than anything in the world writhed tantalizingly beneath him.  Chichiri’s jutting arousal pulsed in time with his heartbeat as creamy liquid spilt from the slit atop the now purple engorged tip.  Tasuki wanted badly to take that glorious flesh into his mouth and suck his lover dry.  But that’ll have to wait.  They would find each other again in another life.  But for now he had a very open monk to possess.

Chichiri felt rather than see the bandit entered him.  That tingly warm feeling was now radiating throughout his entire being.  He let out another low moan as the sensation threatened to drive him over the edge.  He could feel Tasuki’s consciousness merged with his own and he was aware of every emotion and desires the bandit harbored.  Those sensations coupled with the fact that Tasuki had gotten control of Chichiri’s right hand and was now using it to caress the monk’s throbbing shaft, brought Chichiri to a blinding orgasm.  He thrust hard into his own hand and felt hot semen shot out to cover his chest and stomach.  The orgasm had rocked him to the core as he was feeling it from Tasuki’s consciousness as well and it had left him weak and panting hard.

“Fuck!” Tasuki’s colourful vocabulary exploded from Chichiri’s mouth and it took the monk a few seconds to accept it.  “That was fucking great, Chiri.”

Chichiri was vaguely aware of the thing Tasuki was doing and saying.  It was very strange, almost like being two people at the same time.  Every sensation was intensified as the two lovers share their souls.  Chichiri had never been this close to anyone before…they were indeed ONE…in body, in mind and in soul.

As Chichiri’s breathing slowed down, his hands continued to roam his body.  Tasuki hadn’t had enough on his lover’s body yet; he wanted to know every inch of Chichiri.  Tasuki moaned out loud as he felt Chichiri’s body responding to his touches.  The bandit could also feel the desire in the monk’s mind as it swirled and wrapped itself around his own, making it impossible to tell where one mind ended and the other began.  It was the most incredible experience of his life.

The wandering hands rubbed eagerly over his chest and pinched and pulled at Chichiri’s harden nipples.  Both men moaned their pleasure and was voiced as one as the monk’s body thrashed and bucked on the bed.  Chichiri held his breath in anticipation as one hand traveled lower towards the renewed arousal that throbbed almost painfully.  Silently he urged his soulmate to go to the core of his needs, to touch him again where he knew would send him to sweet oblivion.  Soulmate.  Surely this was the mating of two souls?

“AGH!”  A shout was heard as Tasuki brought his hand down to grip the hard flesh that pulsed with want. ‘Oh, Yes!  Tasuki, please!’  Chichiri’s thoughts were felt by the bandit and he complied eagerly.  He rubbed his thumb over the tip, smearing the liquid that had collected there.  As Tasuki used one hand to play with the steely shaft, his other hand trailed from his chest to the heavy sacs.  He massaged them lovingly before tracing the invisible line to the monk’s small opening, pushing and teasing all the while.  He squeezed and pumped the aching hardness, milking more of the nectar from the moaning body while his other hand left the puckered entrance to gather and rub the precious liquid on his fingers.

Once satisfied, Tasuki moved the slicked fingers back to that needy opening and rubbed his fingertips enticingly on it.  Grunts and moans escaped the writhing body as one coated finger slipped inside while the pumping motion on the dripping arousal continued.  The finger moved in and out easily, slowly, and tantalizingly.  It drew whimpering sounds from both men as it increased speed, going faster and deeper. 

Tasuki never let up on the stimulation of his lover’s aching arousal as he added another finger into that heated depth.  He twisted and plunged until he found the spot that had him see white.  He could feel Chichiri’s consciousness screamed in pure pleasure as he repeatedly rubbed his lover’s inside and pumped the engorged flesh.

‘Oh, gods!  Tasuki, please!  Now!  Now!’  Chichiri silently begged for release.  His whole body felt like it would explode from sheer pleasure.  Every nerve raw with exquisite sensation, and the monk thought he would die of ecstasy.

“Fuck…Chiri.  You feel so…fucking…good!”  Tasuki bucked his hips violently into his hand as he continued to plunge his fingers into his lover’s incredibly hot body.  Yes…yes…a little…more…

‘TASUKI!’

“SHIT!”

Their first shared orgasm was incredible but was dwarfed in comparison to the one they just had.  The explosion of senses shook their very soul and the monk’s body quivered and shuddered from the aftermath of his release.  His trembling body slowly gained composure as his mind and Tasuki’s slowly unwind.  It took some time to separate his own feelings and thoughts from Tasuki’s and when that was done, Chichiri mourned at the loss.  He had felt so completed.

Tasuki disengaged his mind from Chichiri and slowly released the older man.  He appeared next to his lover and gazed lovingly at the recovering monk.

“Damn!  I’ve had some great fuck, Chiri but I ain’t NEVER had one THAT good.”  Tasuki’s thoughts drifted into Chichiri’s still hazy mind. 

The monk blushed and smiled happily.  “I’m glad. I didn’t even know such sensations existed.”  He stretched and yawned sleepily, his eye too heavy to stay opened.  “Hmm…I feel like I’ve been up and down Mt. Reikaku ten times…”  He yawned again and pulled the blanket to cover himself, not caring that there was a mess on his chest.  Chichiri rolled over on his side, facing the bandit.  “I’ll love you forever.”  He whispered, half asleep.

“Me too, Chiri.  Forever.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Tasuki, It’s time.”  Taiitsukun spoke quietly to the bandit.  “You need to prepare your soul for the next journey.”

Tasuki watched the sleeping monk tenderly as the old controller appeared next to him.  He didn’t want to leave.  He couldn’t.

“We went through this, Tasuki.  You can’t stay.  Your ‘unfinished business’ was taken cared of.”  She reminded him gently.

Yes, he had told Chichiri how he felt.  He had tried to before he died but couldn’t.  Now that was done and he found that Chichiri felt the same way…

“He’ll be all alone.”  Tasuki said sadly.

“He’ll never be alone, Tasuki, not anymore.  His soul and yours will always be together.”  Taiitsukun floated closer to the sleeping man.  She closed her eyes and probed Chichiri’s mind gently, then smiled.  “He’ll be just fine.  He’s waiting for this day as well.”

Tasuki looked at her quizzically.  “Whada ya mean?”

The old woman looked at him kindly, well as kindly as that face would allow.  “Chichiri knows more about death and rebirth than you think.  He knows that you have to go.  He’s ready.”

“I want to say good bye…”

“Just reach out with your heart, Tasuki.  He’ll hear you.”

Tasuki bent and kissed Chichiri’s brow gently.  “I love you Chiri.  I’ll be waiting for you.”

Tasuki straightened and went over to the old controller.  “You’ll look after him?”

“I always have.”  She told him.

Tasuki looked to his beloved one last time.  “Saraba, Chiri. ‘Til we meet again.”  Then he faded away with Taiitsukun.

“Saraba, na no da…”  Chichiri whispered in his sleep.  “Tasuki…”

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Woo hoo!  Yeah, baby!   I was struggling with the ending for a long time before I finally settled with this.  Was it too abrupt? I hope it’s to your liking?  Was I right?  Was the lemon…strange?  It’s more of a masturbation thing but that’s the only plausible way I think would work.  Well aside form possessing someone else, and all three of us (Tasuki, Chiri and I) would NOT go that way.  ~.~

Arigatou, no da for reading.  I can’t thank you enough!

See you in my next fic… ‘Songs of the Heart’.  Starring…you guessed it!  Chichiri and Tasuki plus the cast from Gravitation!

Saraba, na no da!