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Chapter List
- 1-The Return of Life
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Author's notes and warning: I guess practice makes perfect,
ne? And with your support, I'll continue with Chichiri's point of view. My
Strength, My Love wash eah easier to write mostly because I'm a lot like
Tasuki: Hot headed and totally in love with Chichiri. Writing as a more mature
and organized monk will be a challenge to me. I really do hope you like it.
VERY sappy at the end.

Centers around Chichiri's thoughts concerning a certain irrepressible bandit.
Chichiri-sama will not be using his customary 'no da' in his thoughts, it may
crop up now and then but not very often. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE IT (is
there anything I don't love about Chichiri?...not likely!), but it may become
too redundant in this type of context. Be prepared for his thoughts to be
wandering a lot. As we know, our mind do hop to and fro.

Please let me know how you like it. Um...not only the lemon part, the whole
thing. ~.~

Disclaimers: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi or it's characters.

The Retuof Lof Life

By
Moonraven

I've never known anyone like him.

Through all the years of my life, through all the places that I've wandered and
of all the people that I've encountered, none were remotely like him. It was as
though a gust of wind had blown into my quiet and solitary world sweeping away
the stale and monotonous air...to be replaced by a whirlwind of exciting
emotions, bright colors and lively sounds, which I had forgotten existed.

No. Not forgotten. They were closed away by choice. My choice. I did not have
the right to feel them. They were reserved for people who were not vain and
evil. People who hadn�t let their friends down. People who hadn�t turned deaf
ears to cries from a loved one. Was I so foolish and proud that I didn't even
listen to reason? Regrettably, I was. And I've lived since then only to atone
for my sins. I hold the memories of my friend and fianc� in my heart to remind
myself of the things I do not deserve. I hold on tightly to the knowledge that
I killed my family. I was so consumed by my own petty and shallow thoughts that
I did not think to help them escape. Because of my horrible, selfish act, I can
only use my worthless life to help and serve others. Since I so shamelessly
took lives, my own life is no longer mine to live. It is dedicated to helping
and serving others.

Tasuki taught me something that is entirely alien to me. He taught me to let
go.

The first time I saw him, I thought he was quite rude and I made a stern mental
note to stay away. The look on his face and the alarm in his voice as he
pointed to me and said "What the hell is that?" disconcerted me. As
if my life did not have enough mockery and pain...did I need this enticing
young fool to add to it?

But I was already caught up in the whirlwind that was Tasuki. With that
sentence, he had already changed my life. I already felt that refreshing gust
of wind that would forever change my world. I found that single dose of
radiance to be addictive and I began to crave more.

Seventeen years old. DAAAAA! I wondered what I was getting myself into. He was
a mere kid. But I could see in his eyes that he was beginning to feel something
for me as well. That was not all right, no da, I told myself quite firmly. We
must finish our seishi business first and then after that, if it's Suzaku's
will, we'll see.

But do I deserve such a life force? For with Tasuki, that's the only way I can
describe him. Everything about him is full of life. So much feeling goes into
everything he does. There is hardly ever a halfway point for Tasuki. W Tas Tasuki gives, he holds nothing back. He doesn't just give you all of himself;
he fairly hurls it at you. I remember that horrible time in Kuotu, when he
fought Tamahome for the sake of Miaka, whom he barely knew. I was torn between
letting Suzaku's will play out and dashing in there to save him. In the end,
the obedient servant side of me won and I watched him get beaten to within an
inch of his life. I did not like those feelings. Had I not locked them away?

Can I FEEL again? Do I dare?

I fear that my tainted and damaged soul will douse that brightness that shines
from him. Me and my colorless life. I will ruim aim and he will no longer be
that unpredictable swirl of radiance but will diminish into my grayscale world
and be lost.

He asked me what took me so long. I told him I wanted him to be ready. That was
only half the truth. I am forever struggling with my self-worth and could not
convince myself until recently that I may indeed deserve some peace.

Looking down at Tasuki sleeping peacefully in my arms, I am again filled with
sheer happiness. Happiness I'm not sure I deserve. Have I been forgiven my
sins? Is Tasuki then, my reward? My peace? Life returning to me?

"Ne, Chiri." Tasuki's voice is soft, lightly muffled by my chest.
He's awake.

"Hai, Tasuki." I pull him closer to me, reveling in the heat he
projects.

Apparently made curious by the seriousness of my tone, he looks up from his
repose. �What are you thinking
about?� He asks.

I meet his warm and honest gaze with my own. I can now hide nothing from him.
"I am thinking about how very lucky I am. I thought that love was
forbidden to me, that I would never feel the loving embrace of another. But
you, Tasuki, have proved that wrong, no da." I trace his jaw line lightly
with my fingertip. He's so beautiful.

"Aw, chucks, Chiri. I don't know anyone who deserves love and happiness
more than you. You have given way too much of yourself, for - too - damn -
long. It's about fuckin' time you get some back." He rubs himself
suggestively on my leg to emphasize the meaning of his last sentence.

"Tasuki!" I feign shock. "Aren't you sore, no da? We were at it
all night." The continuous friction is giving me delicious sensations.

"Ta make ya happy, Chiri, I�d walk through fire on a bed of broken
glass." He nuzzles my neck, licking and nipping the sensitive skin there.

That brings tears to my eye. I do not deserve Tasuki. All I can manage is a
small breathless whisper, "Tasuki."

A vibrant, warm and giving soul, that's Tasuki. I have closed myself off to the
idea of taking for so long that I have a hard time accepting his love. But can
I do less for him? Does he not deserve all of me as well? Last night when he
came to me, he gave himself willingly even when it's not in his nature to be so
submissive. But he has shown me that his love can transcend the physical planes
and my heart and soul rejoices at our joining. Can I show him anything less
than the depths of my grateful soul?

Our lips meet in a tender kiss. He's so gentle, so caring. His tongue probes
gently, nudging my lips open. My own tongue is eager to be caressed and stroked
by his and reciprocates fervently. He's laying on top of me, his lean body
stretched out on mine, rubbing tantalizingly. Our hardened groins sensually
grind together, sending our senses reeling with indescribable pleasure. The
pace intensifies and I have to put a stop to it before we both reach our
completion. I want to give him what he gave me. I want him to claim me as well.

"Tasuki." I whisper between heavy breaths. "I want you to make
me yours, no da."

I can hear Tasuki catching his breath and he looks at me. "Chiri."

"Please, Tasuki. I want to feel you inside." I squirm and rock my
arousal against him. "Please."

With a tortured grunt, my beautiful bandit slowly moves down my body, leaving
trails of hot kisses in his wake. Suzaku! How he can make me FEEL. I arch my
back, trying to get closer ts lis lips and his tongue as they suck and swirl
around my nipple. Lower, must go lower. I silently will him towards the part of
me that needs attention most. Tasuki has other ideas.

He continues to lick down my body slowly. I part my legs wider to get him
comfortably settled. I can feel his tongue licking it's way closer to the ache
between my legs. Closer. I buck my hips up, rubbing my throbbing member on his
cheek.

"Aaahhh�T-Tasuki�please!" I don't think I've ever begged so much
within a short time but he's driving me insane.

Tasuki takes pity on me in my delirium
and engulfs me completely. I scream. His wet heat and caressing tongue are
almost my undoing. Uncontrollably, I thrust up into his mouth, seeking release.
He holds me down gently, always gently, and continues to make love to me with
his lips and tongue. I don't think I can hold it much longer; he is so talented
with his mouth. He licks the underside of my shaft up to the tip, and then dips
the tip of his tongue in the slit, licking off the pool of moisture there. I
buck up almost violently as he sucks vigorously on the head while his hand
kneads the base.

"TASUKI...I�I can't hold it!" I cry out. The incredible feelings
coursing through my body are overwhelming me. I'm beginning to see white as I'm
thrashing under my skilled lover. Sensing my urgency, Tasuki increases his
sucking while one slim finger probes gently at my opening. I yell my my climax
as he slips the finger further inside of me. I have never felt anything so
intense.
Panting hard, I'm slowly
coming to my senses when I continue to feel Tasuki's finger moving inside me.
Earlier, I was so caught up in the throes of my orgasm that I didn't feel the
slight discomfort of the intrusion. Tasuki collects some of my semen and slowly
works another finger into my opening. I bite down on my lip. Without the
distractions I was feeling earlier, I could now feel the intrusion. But Tasuki
is always mindful of that. He scissors his two fingers inside me, stretching
me, preparing me. The strange sensation I am feeling is now quite pleasurable.
Was this what he felt? Was I this gentle? I'd like to think so. As he moves his
fingers in and out of me, I lose my coherent thoughts. I can only feel. Within
a few moments, I'm ttingting into his hand and panting hard once again.

"Now! Tasuki, now." I want more than his fingers. I feel the need in
the pit of my stomach; I want more, need more. I whimper with loss as he pulls
out of me.

"Patience, Chiri. Who was it that said I'm too hot-headed and good things
come to those who wait?" He teases softly, flicking his tongue across my
lips.

"Tasuki!" I growl at him and try to bite his teasing tongue. He
chuckles adorably. Pulling one of my legs over his shoulder, he positions
himself at my entrance. He winks down at me and I know he's up to no good. I
can feel his finger probing and teasing my opening. He moves his finger in and
out, in and out, teasing me. Suzaku! It feels so damn good! I need MORE! I
narrow my eyes and pull at his hand. Then I wrap my other leg around his waist
and pull him towards me, effectively impaling myself. Much like he did last
night.

Tasuki gasps. "Chiri! NO!" His look of concern nearly breaks my
heart.

"Then don't tease me, no da, and MOVE already." It did hurt, quite a
bit. Had I known that, I would have done it a little differently. But it got me
what I wanted and what Tasuki is doing now is worth all the pain I felt.

He slowly pulls out, almost to the tip and thrusts back in. His slow pace is
sweet and torturous and I writhe beneath him, anx for for more friction. I want
him deeper; I can feel him brushing something inside that sends spine tingling
sensations shooting through my body. But my love is taking his time, trying to
drive me wild with pleasure. He continues his maddening, long, slow strokes and
I think I scream again. When did I become such a screamer?

"Faster, Tasuki! Harder!" I cry out, desperate.

My lover chuckles. "For you, Chiri. Anything." He grunts and
increases his pace. He is now slamming into me hard, continuy bry brushing that
spot inside where I think I will go insane with the sensation. He grips my
aching arousal in one hand and gives it quick short strokes. I think I scream
again as I come. It feels as though all the incredible feelings building up
have exploded at once, bathing me in endless ecstasy. My muscles clamp down and
convulse deliciously during my release, pushing Tasuki over the eds wes well. I
feel him tense as he gives me a final thrust and empties himself into me.
Breathing heavily he gently rolls off me as not to put his full weight on my
tired body. He's so sweet. I miss the sensation of him inside me and I tell him
so.

"Chiri, you hentai!" He snickers. "Give me a little time and
I'll have that cute lil' ass of yours again."

"Tasuki no BAKA!" I thump him playfully on the head and pull him
close to me. "But I love you anyways. Always." I do not want to be
apart from him again. Ever.

"I love you, Chichiri. Houjun. I love you. All of you, no matter when, no
matter what. Forever." He tells me rather solemnly and I find tears
spilling freely from my eye. I vow to make him happy for the rest of our lives.
Tasuki deserves happiness and if I'm the one destined to give it to him, so be
it. It's good to be loved. My thoughts drift away as peaceful and dreamless
sleep claims me.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A few days later.

"Ne, Chichiri! How far is it nowwww." Tasuki whines. THAT hasn't
changed. I sigh as I look at my lover.

"Tasuki no da, you asked me that only a few minutes ago. Walk faster and
we'll be there by lunch time na no da." Really! Although he is a grown man
now, Tasuki still acts like a baby. He looks cute pouting with that fang poking
out, though. I guess it couldn't hurt to motivate him a little.

"Tasuki-chan." I say in my most seductive voice. At least I think it
is. It has worked wonders on him over the past few days. "If we get there
soon, we can relax and maybe I can even give you a massage to help you feel
better, na no da."

"Hontou ni?" He perks up immedia. So. Sometimes I wonder if does it
on purpose just to get the treats from me. Yep, he probably does. I smile to
myself. I don't mind; I really enjoy them as much as he does. Being with him
makes me alive again and I would do anything for him.

We reach our destination before noon. I knew we would; my darling can be so
predictable sometimes. We are now looking at the Shrine of Suzaku in the Hikoto
Mountains. It's not much to look at really: a small-wooden case with red ribbon
trailing all around and a portrait of Suzaku inside, but the shrine fills our
hearts with great sense of love and security. It is as if we are being
enveloped in the arms of Suzaku himself.

I steal a glance at Tasuki to see his reaction. He is awestruck. Rapture
outlines his features and I know he doesn�t grudge me the time it took to get
here. This is Suzaku's will and we are rewarded ten fold for the effort.

"There is a legend about this shrine, no da." I speak very softly,
eye never leaving my lover.

"Yeah?" Curious, he looks at me.

"It is said, no da, that when a couple pledges their love for each other
in front of the shrine, if their love is true, they will be united for eternity,
na no da. They will be together in every incarnation to come." I look
intently at him. What will he do? What will he say? Will he want to be with me
throughout time? Will he regret his declaration of love to me? Will he see the
real me and balk?

My soul mate pulls me in his arms and kisses me ardently, his tongue slipping
in to caress, take, give and promise. He pulls away, looks deeply into my eye
and says, "I love you for always and if Suzaku's willing, you too of
course, I would love nothing more than to be yours for all of eternity."

I am such a wuss. I cry again and declare my eternal love for him. From
somewhere far away, we can hear a bird cry.

Fears. I was so afraid. Foolish me. I should have known that Tasuki would never
be devoured by any melancholy demon. That instead he would brealifelife into my
stagnant existence and rescue me. My exile in the grayscale world has ended.

Tasuki has returned life to me.

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Present day China.

The Shrine of Suzaku is surrounded by bustling tourists and stalls filled with
gifts and sundries. At the front of the shrine, oblivious to all that's around
them, stand two young men. Their eyes are locked onto each other in shock and
recognition. One of them has short, vibrant orange hair and the other has long
light brown hair, tied at the nape. The latter has a scar over his left eye.

Owari...?

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