My aniki has always been the better half. His courageous heart knows no bounds. His gentleness has always been like the soft music he plays. We are mirror images, he and I... yet, so different. But I feel that our hearts and souls are one. We feel each other's happiness... sense each other's pain and sadness.

He is my only family. A feeling of dread, emptines and loss washed over me when I thought he was killed by the Suzaku seishi after he pretended to be Chiriko. I felt shattered in half. I felt anger too. Rage boiled my blood until I couldn't feel any pity for anyone.  Revenge was the only thing on my mind. I felt no remorse and no hesitance as I killed Tamahome's family one by one. But even after I succeeded, I still felt alone now that aniki was gone. And yet... there was a certain feeling of hope lurking within myself.

And I was right, for aniki was alive. I understood why he never returned to me. He had always wanted peace. He had always wanted a loving family... like I did. He had finally found it by taking the name of 'Kaika'. I had wanted desperately to join him, but I couldn't abandon Yui-sama and my duties as a Seiryuu seishi. I love Yui-sama. But I love my brother too. And because of that, I returned him back to his new family. 

I know my brother has feelings for Suzaku no Miko. I don't blame him nor do I hold it against him. My dislike for Miaka is greater than what I let on, but I dare not let aniki know. I never will forgive her for what she did to Yui-sama!

As I return aniki back to his new-found family, I gaze with tears in my eyes, silently bidding him farewell. He'll forget about me... forget about the shared moments we've had... Aniki, I never will forget you. Even as I hope and wish that things were different, I know all I can do is think, 'what if...'