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ENCHANTED
May 26,
2000
Chapter
3...Undisclosed
^^
Last Kiss
by Fuuko no Miko

Errr...I
know the subtitle sounds kinda crummy. But I like the way Pearl Jam did
that song so much I just *had* to put it as the title ^_^. Yeah, I'm no
PJ fan but the way they performed it was rather nice. So here goes the
concluding chapter of this silly fanfic...
Anyhow,
this is an alternate version of Part Trois of Enchanted. I originally
concieved
it to have a couple of "lemon drops" (if you know what I mean ^^;;;)
but
I chickened out at the last minute. Ergo all you see is a *teaser*...or
a lime drop, that is. The lemon part now included herein was written
(and
very well-written in fact) by the incredible Bottou-chan
of The Flame of Recca
Museum.
It's some sort of *joke/agreement* between the two of us, consenting
adults
and all that ^^ since I'd written a lemon for her also. A lemon for a
lemon,
ne??? It's not gross, unlike some lemons I've read..and it's got quite
the romance in it too...wanting, needing and all that. This is not
hentai!!!
REMINDER: THIS IS NOT FOR PUBLIC CONSUMPTION.
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE BELOW 18
*******
Neon and Joker
fell back as silent witnesses as the story of Akamatsu Kanjiro and
Midori
Sakimoto unfurled before their eyes. It struck a chord in her, as Neon
saw how step by step, the two star-crossed souls were entrapped in a
web
of emotion that they had weaved. It was like watching a movie with her
sitting at the back row and watching Midori's soul in her body fall for
the disguised Japanese warrior.
She
had been
severely uncooperative upon learning this spell and its purpose,
grudgingly
agreeing only to have repossession of her physical form. But now she
understood.
Akamatsu Kanjiro was worth it. He was tall, handsome and a
gentleman
in every sense of the word. He treated Midori like a queen. He was
intelligent,
sensitive, sweet...the kind of man you find only in romance novels and
Nora Ephron movies. He was as close to perfection as he can get.

Except
that
he's a lying, scheming, spy...she added bitterly.

Or
was he?

Neon
realized
that other than his true identity, he was sincere about everything to
Midori.
She could tell that he genuinely loved her. With all heart and soul,
she
smiled to herself. Neon sighed, releasing the hopeless romantic side of
hers she had long thought dead. True romance isn't dead...at least not
in the Middle Ages.

The
only problem
now was convincing Midori this truth. Neon had tried in vain to
convince
the girl to forgive the deceptive Kanjiro. Just to get her spirit out
of
me, she had first thought. But now she was more convinced that he did
deserve
forgiveness. Unfortunately Midori was as stubborn as she was, or much
worse.

I
wonder
if I was a reincarnation of her, Neon rolled her eyes upward after
having failed to convince the other girl for the infinith time. Which
would
have been fine with her, just as long as she didn't end up falling
hopelessly
in love with a Joker clone. Ugh! The thought gave her
goosebumps,
but some part of her didn't dismiss the issue entirely. Maybe if her
fellow
Uruha was a little less arrogant, a little more afffectionate and a bit
more sensitive. Maybe.

This
is
bad. Very bad indeed. Neon having traces of affectionate inclinations
towards
Joker...I think I'm beginning to lose it, Neon freaked out
mentally.
Heavens have mercy.

"Your
friend
has very strong willpower." Kanjiro told Joker with a smile. For the
nth
time, Midori had refused to be kissed by Kanjiro, and the latter knew
it
was due to Neon's obvious resistance.

"You
call it
willpower? I call it stubborness." Joker sighed exasperatedly. He
couldn't
count how many days its been since he's been here. Apparently forever,
he thought. Everything had gone just as it had previously been in the
past
lifetime. He had been a silent witness to the love affair between the
hunky
Japanese officer and his voluptous vixen girlfriend. And despite
himself,
he felt rather....touched...with the way the things have been going. He
comprehended now to some extent why Kanjiro had been hesitant to leave
Midori. She *was* everything Kanjiro described her to be, and much
more.
Joker felt that if he had half the heart Kanjiro had, he'd probably
fall
for her too. Joker had met Ayami once when Kanjiro reported his
progress
to the Oni. His fiancee had come along with one of the spies the Oni
had
sent. Seeing her convinced Joker that Kanjiro was better off with the
monk's
niece.

"You
had an
affair with that....that...cow?" Joker asked disbelievingly, calling
her
a mammal for the lack of a better word.

"Remember,
I was dead drunk." Kanjiro laughed.

Joker
shook
his head. "I wouldn't roll in the hay with her if I was comatose."

"You're
too
hard on her, Joker-san." the other man couldn't cease his laughter,
"She's
beautiful, don't you think?"

Joker
shrugged.
Sure she had looked a lot like a blonde Kagero in her youth but she had
the etiquette of Mori Kouran. "Yeah, maybe. But her manners stink and
God,
who does she think she is anyway? You my friend, have very weird
tastes."

"Now
you know
why I couldn't possibly leave my Midori." Kanjiro said thoughtfully.

It
was that
meeting that had paved the way for the tragic curse of one star-crossed
couple. One of the villagers, a well-meaning Oduro, had overheard the
conversation
while gathering firewood. Hearing the term "Oni" and realizing the
threat
this had posed to the village, he had scurried to report to the monk
Issei.
They had vowed to keep this a secret, knowing it would hurt Midori, and
decided that they should confront Kanjiro by themselves. This was not
to
be the case however, because Midori had found out herself.

"Midori,
listen
to me..."

"You
lied to
me." she accused quietly, as tears began streaming down her face.

"I
was going
to tell you...believe me. I was going to leave the Oni and live here,
with
you." Kanjiro explained.

"How
many madogus
have you picked up using that line, Kanjiro?" she spoke bitterly,
staring
darts at the man she had loved, "How many hearts have you torn apart?"

"None...none
at all. You are my one, true love, Midori-chan..." he spoke sincerely.

They
were standing
in the living room of Midori's house. The same house where Neon and
Joker
had sought refuge from the storm. The same cursed household that bore
wounds
of the past, both physically and emotionally. Midori walked to her
bedroom,
and when she returned, she had three madougus in her possession. Both
Neon
and Joker had recognized one as the Fukyo Waon. The other two were
half-concealed
in cloth.

"This
is what
you want, is it not?" she asked seriously, her eyes meeting those that
hid behind the dark hair.

"No."
he replied
honestly."Its you I want. Not those madogus. To hell with them."

A
smile lifted
the corner of Midori's mouth, "Then to hell they shall be." she spoke
meaningfully,
and with that she broke into a sprint, exiting the door and heading off
to the cliffside.

"Midori,
wait!!!!"
Kanjiro screamed, running after her.

"Somehow
that
wasn't a very wise thing to say." Joker commented sarcastically, while
Kanjiro ignored him. He ran lightning fast to where Midori was headed
off
to.

The
Cursed
Cliffs, as they have been called. For many a suicide or murder had been
carried out in such a horrid place. A rugged mountain side that rose a
hundred feet over the angry seawaters. Sharp rocks greeted the
misfortuned
soul who had chosen to end their life there. No one had ever had such
luck
as to survive a plunge in the watery depths. For even if they escape
the
daggered edges, they could not survive the raging waters. And as Midori
approached her would-be grave, she paused to look, a last one, at the
man
who had caused her such an unfathomable pain.

"Don't
be stupid,
Midori." Neon called to the shattered girl. "Can't you see? He loves
you.
He really does"

"How
would
you know?" Midori asked the female Uruha.

"Look,
I'm
not exactly Dear Abby. But it's clear as mineral water how he feels
about
you, and you of him. I know that you know. So why not accept it, forget
your pride and take him back?"

"He
doesn't
want me. He wants the Hokage weapons." she reasoned.

"If
he wanted
the Hokage weapons, he'd have gotten them ages ago! It's been what, a
couple
of weeks since you've met? He gained your trust as early as day 1. And
your bedroom isn't exactly a very hard place to look for those weapons.
If he wanted them, he'd have gotten them easier. A sly fox like him
wouldn't
take too long to find the madougus and hightail it out of here. But he
didn't. He stayed, and that's because he wants to be with you. And when
he tells you so, believe him." Neon spoke this with fingers crossed
behind
her back.

"I..."
Midori
bowed her head. More tears fell down her cheeks. Oh but Neon had a
point,
and God she had wanted to believe everything this woman was saying. If
only she could tell if Kanjiro speaks the truth. But how? After being
lied
to, she found it hard to believe anything he might say.

"Look
into
his eyes..." Neon now spoke softly. If you can find them, that
is, she mentally added, seeing how well hidden half Kanjiro's face
was. "It's been said that the eyes are the windows to one's soul.
Unless
he's such a consummate actor, you'll find out the truth in them."

"Midoriii!"
he called out to her. Midori turned her head.

"Don't
get
too close too soon." Joker advised, "Slow down a little, you're going
to
scare her off."

They
stood
several meters from one another. Still. The storm clouds have arrived,
looking ominous with their near-black hue. The winds have begun to
whirl
angrily, sending the rainclouds closer. From the distance, thunder
boomed
loudly, lightning crossed the sky in a crackle. A storm was brewing,
and
it wasn't just the weather.

"Stay
away
from me!" she screamed at him. "Leave me alone! You will not have them!"

The
scene was
becoming all-too-familiar, as it replayed perpetually in Joker's
nightmares.
The harsh exchange of words, the hostility, the hurt....sooner or later
it was going to be a tragedy all over again. Not unless he could stop
it.
But how? He doesn't know what inner battle his fellow Uruha is waging
against
the reincarnated girl. Neon couldn't possibly be encouraging Midori to
be an ornery donkey could she? No. Neon wanted out of this as much as
he
did. He wished he could speak to her now so they can do something to
prevent
this curse.

How?

Neon
was anxious.
She could not convince Midori to give in to the pleadings of one
Kanjiro.
She was just too blinded by her wounded emotion. There must be
something
I can do, she thought frantically, anything. God she wished she could
have
any communication of sorts to Joker, so they could plan something.
Anything
that might stop this insanity. Another flash of lightning struck,
illuminating
Kanjiro's sodden figure. Neon noticed something she has not noted a
while
ago.

Joker,
use
your madougu, she cried silently, trying to send a mental message to
her
fellow Uruha, as she had no control over her physical being. The
lightning
had cast a glow on the Taishaku Kaiten, which was strapped to Kanjiro's
back. When and how it got there, she couldn't figure out, but it was
there
and its what they had needed. Neon, with all her mental power, tried
moving
her possessed body's right hand to signal Joker.

What
was that?
Joker thought, as he looked at Midori in the body of Neon-han. Her hand
had been giving out a signal...was she writing? Kanji...it was like
kanji...madogou...madougu...it
signalled...and Joker remembered the madugou strapped to Kanjiro's
back...his
back actually, concealed by a cape. The Taishaku Kaiten, of course! He
had been carrying it all morning, refusing to leave it under the bed
where
Kanjiro insisted on keeping it (But of course the latter had not known
it was a Hokage weapon, thinking it was merely a pitchfork for fightng).

"Goodbye,
Officer
Akamatsu."

The
three dreaded
words had been spoken, as if giving the command for her death.
Lightning
struck, and just as it was about to touch the ground, Joker had seized
control over his own body and threw the Taishaku Kaiten towards Midori.
A look of shock registered on the young girl's face as she saw the
alien
weapon flying fast towards her. She moved her head, and the dreaded
weapon
hit her left arm that had held the madogus. This had sent all three
psychic
devices flying, one of them geting hit by the approaching lightning.

"The
madougu..."
Neon watched in awe as one of the three Hokage weapons absorbed the
thousand-volt
electricity into its crystal. Joker was just as stunned. Then as quick
as it had been struck, the madougu and its two other companions fell
haplessly
to the violent waters beneath.

Neon
found
herself nailed to the ground, her left arm trapped in between the fork
of the Taishaku Kaiten. She had overcome the shock as quickly as it
came.
She breathed a sigh of relief. Joker's madugou had saved them...Midori
from falling to the cliff, Kanjiro from his despair, an entire
generation
of Akamatsu from a curse and the two of them from being stuck in this
blasted
island. She however noted that Midori was still in her body. Did that
mean
the curse still wasn't broken?

"Midori...."
Kanjiro rushed to his beloved's side, and before she could do anything,
he had taken her in his arms and kissed her.

Oh,
hell....Neon
groaned inwardly. Even if it had been Midori in that body, she could
feel
every sensation happening to her now. This was what she had been trying
to avoid the past afterlife. And she had suceeded so far in preventing
Kanjiro getting this intimate with Midori, for even if it would be
Midori
kissing Kanjiro, technically, it was her body!

Joker
was kissing
her!

"Midori,
my
beautiful Midori...." Kanjiro murmured softly under his breath as he
withdrew
from his kiss. He looked lovingly into her eyes, and for the first time
since she had known him, Neon was able to see what Joker's eyes looked
like.

They
were amber-colored,
almost gold, with tiny flecks of hazel playfully spread around the
pupils.
They have a mischievous glint in them, so much like the man who owned
them.
They bored into her own eyes as if dissecting her inner being, reading
her mind, interpreting her emotions.

Neon
swallowed.
She felt her heart thumping erratically in her chest. This wasn't what
she had in mind, but heck if it breaks the curse and gets them out of
this
wretched island, then so be it.

"The
madugous...."
Midori spoke, she got up slowly as Kanjiro pulled out the Taishaku
Kaiten
from the ground and freed her.

"Never
mind
the madugous." Kanjiro said. He cupped her face in his hands, again
meeting
her stare with his. "Don't you realize, Midori-chan? It is only you
that
I truly want. I don't care about the madougus. I don't give a damn
about
the Oni, and Ayami does not interest me any more."

Midori's
heart
warmed over as she felt the sincerity of his words. Tears again found
their
way into her eyes, but these ones were that of joy. She embraced her
beloved
happily while he carried her off in his arms, taking her back to her
house.
The rain had begun to fall then, and Kanjiro rushed to the house to
prevent
them from being drenched.

"Midori,"
Neon
asked the elated young woman, "What were those two other madougus? I
recognized
the third to be my Fukyo Waon."

Midori
replied,
"The fuujin and the raijin."

Kanjiro
brought
her to the bedroom Neon had recognized as the one she had slept in when
she had first come to this island. He put her down on the bed.

"You
better
change, Midori-chan." he said, taking a step back. "You might catch a
cold."
He proceeded to push the door panel when Midori called him.

"Kanjiro...."

He
turned around.
Midori stood up and walked towards him, slowly. She stopped immediately
in front of him, her eyes glowing with the warmth of her undying love
for
him. "Kanjiro....forgive me...."

She
raised
a hand to his damp cheek, touching it. Kanjiro held her hand, "No,
forgive
me. I did not mean to cause you pain. I had intended to tell you about
this deception but Oduro had gotten ahead of me."

She
nodded,
"I understand now." She stood on tiptoe and whispered to his ear, "I
love
you, Kanjiro."

"I
love you
too, Midori-chan."

Midori
put
her arms around Kanjiro's neck and pulled him closer. The moment their
faces came within the shortest distance, she gently pressed her lips to
his. She kissed him longingly, and he returned it with just as much
passion.

Oh
God,
Neon thought. She tried controlling the other spirit who was lurking in
her body but she could not. Midori had apparently overpowered her. Now
she finds herself in the arms of her fellow Uruha. It wouldn't have
mattered
if only Midori was the one experiencing the sensation, but it wasn't
the
case. Everythig Midori felt, she could feel too, even if only
physically.

Neon
felt warm
all over despite the fact that her clothes were damp from the rain. Her
head began to swim and her knees began to buckle. Only Kanjiro's tight
embrace prevented her from falling. She could feel the tenderness
coming
from him. The incredible thrill she felt electrified her from her head
down to her toes.

She
found herself
lying on the bed, his gentle lips now traced a path from her mouth down
to her neck, moving lateral to her exposed shoulder and planting a kiss
with every trail. She put her arms around him, following the contour of
his fine, muscled body. She could feel his fingers entangling
themselves
in her hair. Neon pressed her body closer to him, enjoying the warmth
his
closeness provided.

His
other hand
then found itself on the belt of her red kimono, tugging it gently to
loosen
it. She did the same, parting open the upper part of his wardrobe to
expose
his strong chest. His lips found its way back to her own, kissing with
slightly more passion than when he first laid his mouth on hers. It
expressed
a want to be closer, of an unfulfilled longing, of a kindling
desire.Neon
found herself caught up in the overwhelming tide of

sensations
which Kanjiro's kiss... his taste... his scent... his feel... his mere
proximity invoked.

She
bent her
head back, and his mouth moved down her neck again, not quiteas gently
as before. His lips moved over her body more insistently, tracing
intricate
patterns on her skin with his tongue. His hands slid the kimono

from her body.
She pushed it to the side and it fell unheeded to the floor.

Kanjiro
knelt
back and brushed her with a warm, appreciative gaze. "You're
beautiful,"
he murmured softly, reaching out with a gentle hand to trace the path
his
kisses had taken only moments before. Neon felt the color rising in her
cheeks... not out of embarrassment, but out of pleasure. She knew she
was
beautiful... she knew it was Kanjiro speaking to Midori... still, the
admiration
evident in his voice thrilled her.

Why
couldn't
she have someone like this? Midori was so lucky...

Neon
found
herself moving closer to him, slipping her arms around his neck,
sliding
her face against his cheek, nuzzling at his ear. Kanjiro's chest felt
so
warm and solid against the softness of her breasts as she pressed
against him...
the silk of his kimono felt soft and cool against the bare skin of her
legs. "I'm glad you find me beautiful," she murmured, nipping lightly
at
his ear with her teeth. She pulled away slightly, and brushed his
bangs from
obstructing her view of his eyes. Neon felt she could stare into them
for
hours... but now she gazed playfully at him, adding, "I would be very
offended
if you didn't find me just... a little... desirable." She
deftly untied
the belt of his kimono, sliding it from his shoulders,surveying his
body
unabashedly. After all, it was Midori who was looking,right? No one
would
care if Neon looked too, or not.

A
soft smile
curled over Kanjiro's lips as he reached out and cupped her breasts in
his hands. "You... are the most delectable, distracting woman I have
ever
met," he said, sliding his fingers over them softly to enjoy the
texture of
her skin; then pinching the rosy peaks to stimulate them to hardness.
She
moaned softly, and he took one into his mouth, laving it with his
tongue,
biting gently and not-so-gently. Neon arched her back, welcoming
the sensations
which flooded over her, encouraging him with her roving hands and the
noises
she murmured deep in her throat. Already, she found herself growing
warm
and achy... Midori was lucky to have such a lover.

Kanjiro
alternated
between the two peaks, then trailed his kisses lower,over her abdomen,
enjoying how the muscles fluttered and leaped under his touch. Kanjiro
paused for a moment, looking up at her.

"Please...
kiss me," she murmured, and he resumed his exploration. She couldn't
entirely
hold back a ragged gasp as his searching mouth found its target. She
spread
her legs somewhat wider, welcoming the intrusion of his tongue into
the core of her being. She reached down, running her hands through his
hair, pulling him closer to her. And yet the ache was becoming more and
more insistent... she allowed herself to be lost under his expert
touch,
raking her nails gently over his shoulders to drive him on.

Kanjiro
finally
pulled away, smiling down at his beloved, kneeling over her.She gazed
up
at him through half-open eyes. "You don't look very happy," he
murmured,
bending his head and biting gently at her neck. "You look... like
you need something
more..." His mouth descended hungrily upon hers, and she eagerly
accepted
the kiss. She could taste faint traces of her own musk on his tongue.
His
hands dragged gently, teasingly where his mouth had
pleasured
her moments ago. She writhed unsuccessfully in an attempt for a more
solid,
satisfying contact, but his fingers remained tantalizingly out-of-reach.

"I
need you,"
Neon found herself saying. Was that really her voice? She prided
herself
on being strong and independent... yet why did she find it so...
right?...
being in Kanjiro's strong arms? Submitting to his touch? She
almost felt
a pang of selfishness, although Kanjiro didn't seem to mind at all. She
mentally berated herself for thinking such thoughts.

She
was only
giving her body to Kanjiro, in the hopes of recovering it from Midori.

Then
why am
I so caught up in this? wondered Neon, noticing that she and Midori had
been operating in perfect agreement. She quickly shut off that thought.

She
was only
cooperating to get her body back. She didn't care. "Do you?" asked
Kanjiro,
still teasing her gently with his fingers. She moaned softly, cursing
his
gentleness. Gentleness wasn't what she needed at this point. Neon
discovered
that her hands, seemingly of their own free will, had reached out to
explain
better than words could concerning her wants.

Kanjiro's
expression
changed slightly, as he shut his eyes and allowed himself to be stroked
by his beloved. A ragged gasp escaped from his lips when she took him
into
her mouth, teasing him with her lips and tongue. He
wound his
fingers into her hair, murmuring endearments, until he felt he could
last
no longer.

Kanjiro
pushed
her onto her back; Neon's arms pulled him along with her so that he was
kneeling above her. She smiled impishly up at him. Teach him to be such
a tease...

"I've
wanted
you... for so long..." The words caught in Kanjiro's throat as he gazed
at his beloved.

"Please,"
she
murmured, reaching up and brushing his cheek with her fingertips. "Kiss
me..." She placed her hands on his narrow hips to guide and encourage
him.

His
mouth descended
hungrily upon hers as he entered her. Gentleness had been forgotten in
the frenzy of the passion which threatened to consume them. She cried
out
wordlessly as she welcomed him deep within the core of her being. She
arched
her back and raised her hips, allowing him as deep access as was
possible.
Kanjiro's breathing came raggedly as she ground her hips upward to meet
his strong thrusts. His muscles were tense from the effort of holding
off
long enough for his beloved-- as he sensed she was at her own edge, he
allowed himself release, and their worlds exploded simultaneously in a
shower of sparks.

Neon
cried
out loudly against his lips. "Joker!"

"Neon-han!"
he gasped.

They
froze.
They opened their eyes wide and stared at each other, suddenly
uncomfortably
aware of how intimately they were joined.

"What
did you
say?" they spoke in unison.

They
froze.
They opened their eyes wide and stared at each other, suddenly
uncomfortably
aware of how intimately they were joined.

"What
did you
say?" they spoke in unison.

They
parted
as quickly as two magnets of opposite poles. Joker jumped out of the
bed,
wrapping a blanket around his waist as he did so, turning his face to
the
wall. Neon groped around the floor and found her kimono lying
underneath
her fellow Uruha's. She hastily threw hers on, tying the belt, before
throwing
Joker's to him. She, too, turned her back to him. Neither of them knew
it but they had both turned red down to the roots of their hair. A very
awkward silence followed, interrupted only by the distant sound of a
thunderclap
and the heavy pelting of the rain on the rooftop.

"W-weren't
you supposed to say Kanjiro???" Joker stammered in a tone so unfamiliar
of him.

"Well,
weren't
you supposed to say Midori?" Neon fired back in a less-assured manner.

"Breakfast
is ready." Hiroshi called happily through the slightly open door. She
didn't
seem to notice that their two guests were a little bit uncomfortable,
both
catching their breaths with their hair and clothes dishevelled.

"Coming."
they
replied in unison, still not looking at each other.

Yukiko-sama
looked liked the cat that got the canary at the breakfast table.
Hiroshi
was her quiet self. The two Uruha Assassins, even if they sat across
one
another were looking at everything but each other, evading any glances
that might throw at one another.

"I
apologize...."
Yukiko spoke first. Their two guests looked at her at the same time.
"I'm
sorry I had to put a spell on you kids." She bowed her elderly head,
"But
it was the only way I could put an end to the curse that has plagued my
family for so long. There has been nothing but bad luck since the day
Midori-san
died. Hopefully, now her soul and that of my great ancestor can rest in
peace."

"It's
alright,
Yukiko-sama." Neon said, "I...we...were glad to be of help. No harm
done."
she put a stress to her last sentence, causing Joker to steal a glance
at her. "It's the least we can do for giving us some shelter."

Yukiko
smiled
widely, "I know." she turned to Hiroshi, "See Hiroshi, even members of
the Uruha Jyushinshuu can show a little kindness every once in a while."

Neon
and Joker's
heads snapped upon hearing the old woman's words, "You know us?"

"Of
course."
Yukiko laughed. "What don't I know? I am Yukiko Akamatsu, spellbinder,
fortune teller, witch doctor. However you may call it. Genjuroh is a
distant
cousin of mine. Very distant though. I haven't seen him in twenty
years,
that old geezer."

Joker
and Neon
turned pale at her remark. Surely she wouldn't tell Genjuroh what
happened,
would she?

"I
am not a
kiss-and-tell person, if that's what you're worried about." she spoke
as
if reading their minds, sipping her sakura tea. "I suppose it will be
alright
for you to travel now. The sun is shining and the land has begun to
dry."

Still
not speaking
to each other after breakfast, Neon and Joker went out unto the porch.
Indeed the sun had been burning brightly in a cloudless sky. For some
reason,
the storm a while ago had disappeared just in a blink of an eye. An
uneasy
silence ruled over them. They stood side by side, unmoving, as if
waiting
for a cue from the other.

"Quite
a spell
wasn't it?" Joker spoke first. His usual smug tone of speaking
curiously
absent.

"Very...strange."
Neon echoed. "I wonder how long it's been...how long we've been here."

Joker
shrugged,
"It felt like we've been here for weeks...or so. Kurei-sama probably
thinks
we're dead."

"No...I
feel
he sent out a search party to look for us." Neon returned.

"Actually
you've
only been here 24 hours," Hiroshi piped up in a cheery voice,
interrupting
their conversation. They looked at here disbelievingly. "Gomen nasai,
for
my interruption. But grandmother told me to reassure you."

"Twenty-four
hours?" questioned Joker.

"Yes,
Joker-sama."
Hiroshi assured, "Grandmother sent you back in time, but stopped time
here.
So even if you did spend a few weeks there, you only spent a couple of
hours in the real world."

"Interesting,"
Neon said, turning to Joker. "You think perhaps we can borrow the spell
so we can go back in time?"

A
naughty smile
appeared on Joker's lips, "Why so, Neon-han? You want to repeat our
little
uhhmmm...fling?"

"That's
not
what I meant!" Neon snarled, her veins popping.

"Ooooh...peeved
I see...is it because you can't take it that you enjoyed yourself in
thy
arms?" Joker chided.

"Such
is not
the case." Neon sneered. She snubbed her fellow Uruha, "If I didn't
know
you better, you knew Midori had already left my body during that little
'play.' You just went on carrying that Kanjiro charade because you knew
you had a snowball's chance in hell of ever doing it to me in my
unpossessed
state."

"Look
at the
pot calling the kettle black." he countered, sporting that
all-too-typical
smug look on his face, "You're the one who knew I was already back to
my
senses when you started kissing me. And besides," he gloated, "You're
the
one who first called out 'Oh Joker-han' like a spell."

"Did
not!"

"Did
too!"

"Did
not!"

"Did
too!"

"Ohaiyo,
are
you two alright?" called the old woman from the house. She was carrying
a lunch pack in her hands as she appraoched the two. "Here, I thought
you
might get hungry for your trip." The two Uruhas were still glaring at
each
other like children who fought over the last piece of Oreo.

"Domo
arigatou,
Yukiko-sama." Neon accepted the lunch pack from the old lady.

"Well,
have
a safe trip, children." Yukiko smiled as the two prepared to depart.
She
laughed as the two began bickering again after saying their goodbyes.
She
shook her head, laughing at the two Uruha assassins who were acting
anything
but. She smiled as she realized the success of her mission to ward off
the curse of the Akamatsu clan. It had not been easy luring the two
assassins
to this island, and creating that storm to trap them here took the wind
out of her. But it was all worth the effort. Kanjiro was happy. Midori
was happy. She can finally rest knowing she had cast off the bad luck
that
had loomed upon them for the past 400 years.

"Grandmother,"
Hiroshi asked, "When did the spirits of Kanjiro-sama and Midori-sama
leave
their bodies?"

"Why,
as far
as I know, they've set themselves free immediately after the said their
'i love yous'." she said, "Whatever happened afterwards is the result
of
their own, errr......longing."

As
if on cue,
Neon turned about and looked at the old woman and the little girl who
stood
innocently at the front porch. "Can I ask you something, Yukiko-sama?"
she inquired.

"Why
ofcourse,
Neon-san. What is it?"

Neon
thought
for a second before voicing out her curiosity, "I was wondering. You've
been here for ages...and I don't think we're the first male-female to
get
stranded in this island. How come the spell didn't work back then?"

A
smile found
its way to the old lady's lips, "You are correct in assuming that there
have already been a fair number of males and females who have been
trapped
here. But there is an essential ingredient for that spell that I found
in none of the other people who were stranded in this island, except
for
you two."

"And...what
would that be?" Joker questioned.

"Mutual
attraction."

The
two Uruhas
felt a crimson tide flooding their cheeks. And for a second time they
turned
about, refusing to look the other way as if a little secret would be
revealed
if they so much as looked into each others' eyes.

"Oi!
There
you are!"

The
cheery,
purple haired Uruha ninja popped out of the bushes sporting a smile on
his face. "Thank heavens I found you. Kurei-sama thought you might've
eloped."

"Don't
be ridiculous,
Raiha!" Neon snapped in a slightly overreactive tone. "I wouldn't elope
with this punk if you paid me."

"I'd
rather
be with Noroi." Joker stated defensively."For all that funny smell he
has."

Raiha
sweatdropped,
"Geez, I was just kidding. No need to take it seriously." he noted that
the two of them appeared as if they didn't spent a night in the jungle.
"Where did you two stay all this time?"

"In
the house
there." they turned to point at the enchanted little antique house
behind
them only to be taken aback. The lot behind them was empty, save for
old
abandoned remnants of what used to be a house. They shot each
other
a puzzled look, though the confusion was most evident on Raiha's face.

"Errr...are
you two okay?" he asked tentatively. They must've eaten something
wrong,
he thought. Either that or they didn't get enough sleep. He
had
been to this area a number of times already and he had *never* recalled
having seen anything in that spot other than the ruins of an old-style
Japanese house.

An
hour later,
they were on the same boat they came in, only this time, Raiha was in
charge
of the wheel. He had tugged along the smaller boat he had brought in to
look for them. He didn't have a hard time looking as he saw the S.S.
Kurenai
docked along the shoreline. Finding them wasn't that difficult either,
as he was able to trace the path the Fukyo Waon had blown.

"You
two are
unusually quiet today," he noted, viewing his friends through the
rearview
mirror. Although the sat together, there seemed to be an invisible
barrier
between them neither one would breech. He had a sneaking suspicion that
*something* had happened to them while at the island. But he wasn't the
nosy type so he didn't open up the topic.

"I
wont tell
if you wont." Neon muttered under her breath.

"Uhhhmmm...I'll
think about it." Joker kidded, "Wouldn't it be nice to know though..."
he turned to Neon, smiling, revealing his fanged teeth, "I didn't know
you were attracted to me Neon-han."

"Please..."
Neon rolled her eyes upward, "Do you seriously believe all that old hag
was saying?" It was her turn to look smug, "Though I wouldn't be
surprised
if you are attracted to me. You know you'll never find another one
quite
like me within an earth's radius."

"Don't
flatter
yourself Neon-han." he gloated, "I can't blame you for finding me
irresistable."

Raiha
smiled
as he heard the two bantering, obviously reverting to their normal
selves.
Much as he was extremely curious on what happened to them on that
lonely
island, he chose to keep quiet. Knowing them like they do, they'll
probably
brag all about it when the time is right. Heck, it even may be sooner
than
he would hope for. Mysterious things have been reported to happen on
the
isolated place. Stories hundreds of years old about a cursed couple and
their tragic love story. They say that whoever gets enchanted by this
spell
gets to relive the days of romance of one officer of the Japanese army
and a lovely village girl.

I
wonder,
Raiha thought.

He
drove the
boat homeward bound with thougths of asking Fuuko on a date on the
desolate
beach.

~~~~~OWARI~~~~~
May 26,
2000
1:08 PM
This
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madougus.
If you still want ot read anything I've written, that is *_*.
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