Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A New Page ❯ Reflections of the Heart ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I'm not Watase Yu, so I do not own Fushigi Yugi, even if I wish I did. So, I own nothing but this plot line, which ain't worth much.

"How are things going with the tutoring, Houjun?" Kenji-sensei asked as the young man entered the temple.

"A little better today. I think they may have learned a little Kanji," Houjun said, with slight amusement.

"Is there something else?" the kind monk asked, sensing something else about what happened.

"I did speak with Genrou about the dream. It's very clear we're having the same dreams," Houjun said softly.

"So, you were friends in a past life I take it?" he asked amused.

"It does seem so," Houjun replied. He sat down on a pillow across from his sensei.

"How do you feel about teaching, Houjun?" he asked.

"It's difficult, but somehow, fun at the same time. I just wish I could get them a little more interested," Houjun said, completely honest with his sensei. He knew lying wouldn't do him any good. Kenji could see right through it, he had a gift for that.

"You will, with time and experience. I believe this experience will be valuable to your future. You'll probably make many mistakes, but eventually you'll come to teach many hearts and minds," Kenji said softly and then got up to allow Houjun to meditate in peace.

"Arigatou, sensei," Houjun said with a small smile playing on his lips. Kenji just nodded and Houjun began to meditate, and reflect on the day's events

"God, it sucks that we're grounded till we get back to school," Kouji said tossing a basketball up and down.

"I wouldn't care, but she took our TV!" Genrou complained. "At least before we argued yesterday we still had a TV. Now there's nothing to do. We can't even beat the shit outta those assholes down the street…"

"Yeah, I know! At least still have our computer," Kouji said grinning.

"You know she took the phone lines outta here, so no internet for us," Genrou complained.

"Eh, I still got some stuff stored in my files that'll keep me entertained," Kouji said grinning.

"You're a pervert, you know that?" Genrou asked.

"Yep, and damn proud of it. Besides, there's also a couple games stored on there, so let's make a truce we each get an hour at a time to play on the computer," Kouji offered.

"Sounds fair," Genrou said. "But who gets it first?"

"I do, I suggested it," Kouji said, sitting in front of the computer turning it on.

"How'd I know that one was coming…?" Genrou asked sighing.

He sat down looking out the window and watched the sun set thinking about his conversation with Houjun. It just felt right to talk to the guy. If he wasn't my tutor, we'd be friends, Genrou thought with a smirk. But that doesn't explain all the other things I felt… no saw in my dream. That was another person, we were other people then. We couldn't be lovers…, Genrou thought frowning. He sighed. Oh well. I'll figure it out tomorrow.

Houjun looked around his room. He always kept everything spotless. He sighed, laid down on his bed, and thought back to the day's events.

He seems so innocent and naïve, despite being such a delinquent. He has such a good heart underneath that tough exterior. It's like I've known him for ages, Houjun thought with a small smile.

He suddenly frowned in thought as he remembered his dream. What were we then? We were both lonely, traveling together. But… Chichiri's feelings… I can't say I blame him, a life alone, with only a single friend. Of course he'd fall in love, regardless of gender. But what about now? I'm not Chichiri… But, then again, a part of me still is… I don't know. I think Genrou is a wonderful person, but could I love him? I wonder… I'm as lonely now as I was then, and I feel content with Genrou. Maybe… Just maybe… Houjun thought with a sigh. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. On his knee, a symbol glowed brightly then faded.