Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Truth in the Shadows ❯ Truth in the Shadows ( One-Shot )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Truth in the Shadows

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Author's Notes: Before you proceed, yes, I'm aware that the pairing seems odd, but I was feeling bored and after all, Kaika hasn't been paired up with anyone. Further, this isn't all lemon; it does have a bit of plot, taking away the PWP aspect that most lemons relish in. It does have TWT. There is no set time frame for this piece. Lastly, this was written for a friend, who was kind enough to get around to posting the lemony-scent chapter she kept telling me about. And of course, don't forget to R&R =^.^=

Disclaimer: The twins and Fushigi Yuugi belong to Watase Yuu, Flower Comics, Studio Periot, and others. Please don't sue, this was written solely for entertainment purposes and no profit is being made.

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Clutching his flute, the young musician gazed out over the pond glistening beneath the bright light of the sun placed at high noon. The water was crystal clear, much like a mirror that one could stare into seeing their reflection staring back at them, bearing the same expression, be it remorseful, forlorn, joyous or just neutral. The water gently rippled with the force of the amiable breeze that grazed the area. It blew, rustling leaves of the trees, sending gentle rolling waves through the pond and brushing over the face of the young musician, causing his bangs to caress over his face.

He sighed sadly, feeling a pit of emptiness set in on his soul as he stared out then down into the crystalline water, seeing his reflection stare back at him. The expression he wore was melancholic, seeing it in the water, staring back at him only saddened him more. He felt a void of nirvana set in, and there was nothing he could do. No, there was something he could do, turn away and try to deny what he was feeling.

That didn't work, something in his mind wouldn't let him. It was a trigger forcing him into an endless life of guilt spun from lack of knowing. He did the only next possible thing, he back away from the pond, slumping down at the base of a large tree. He sat at the base of the tree, guilt and remorse washing over him because he simply couldn't remember and his mind wasn't satisfied with not knowing.

He then made a decision; he took out his flute that had been rested between his body and sash. He held the reed instrument in hand, studying it for a minute. He couldn't remember how he got it or when he learned how to play it. What he did know fully was that he could and that listeners fell into a trace listening to the dismal melody that filtered from the flute.

Raising it to his lips, he gazed around, his deep blue eyes drinking in the peaceful scene around him, nothing disturbed, except his guilt-ridden soul. With the instrument touched to his lips, his fingers took position. From the end trickled out the first chord of yet another doleful ballad. It was a wonderful match for his eternal mood. He wore a mask to conceal what he felt. There wasn't a need for his parents and the people that surrounded him to know that he was depressed. It did them better to be naïve toward how he felt, his reason for feigning contentness.

The air was filled with the notes of the dispirited melody that emanated from his flute. The breeze slowed, nothing moved as just the music controlled the area, making everything seem to stop and listen to the song and feel what the young musician felt. Even the crystal pond and the ripples that gently lanced over its surface, seemed to fall in sync with the morose tune.

There was nothing else taking up air space until the sound of a second flute broke through the air. It accompanied the young musician, playing a parallel composition. The origin of the sound wasn't clear, but obvious it was within the vicinity of the young musician, who opened his eyes, still playing. He had been caught off-guard by the infiltration of the parallel and foreign sound.

Lowering his flute, he tucked it away in his belt and stood up. As he did, the other flutist did the same and silence fell over the area once more. However, it failed to discourage the young musician in his mission to seek out the other flutist. He couldn't put it out of his mind. Vividly he could hear the sounds of both flutes playing identical compositions in time.

Running forth, blindly guessing the origin of the other sound, he tried to follow it. He shortly discovered he had engaged himself in a chase; he was the cat and the other flutist was the mouse. He didn't want to let the other get away, but it seemed painfully obvious that the young musician's accompaniment felt otherwise.

The young musician gritted his teeth. The mysterious flutist was likely very active and did exercise regularly. This made the pursuit harder, but he refused to give up. He was physically strong, but not trained to run distances like the other was. This was a trying task and he wasn't about to surrender simply because the other wasn't being compliant.

Growling, he picked up a stone and pitched it blindly ahead of him, hoping he might hit the other or at least get the other's attention. Even though he did this, the young musician didn't stop running, he was operating on adrenaline and was feeling energised. There wasn't a need for him to stop.

Ahead of him, the other stopped. There was a yelp of pain and a quick curse. The flutist had dropped the instrument as he dropped to his knees. He touched a hand to the back of his head, making sure there wasn't any blood. Bringing his fingers in front of his face, he nodded.

Glancing back into the lit part of the forest, he sighed, realising he was cornered and the other knew it. Sighing, he stood up, raising his hands. "You got me, I'm your prisoner, what do you want?" He stared at the young musician. 'Kaika.'

Approaching the flutist, the young musician, Kaika, with narrow eyes, examined the shadow figure of the other. The flutist who had accompanied him was clearly male and about the same height as he was. That was where it ended. He couldn't tell what the flutist's clothing was, as he wore a cloak. Additionally, the flutist's face was dimmed by the lurking shade.

Kaika peered hard at the other. "What I would like to know is, how were you able to mimic that tune so precisely." He then went on to ask. "Was it you that was here the last couple of times? I swear I've heard you playing here before."

"Yes, I was. Guilty as charged, Kaika-san." The shadowed young man replied in a soft, gentle voice. He didn't move from his spot within the confinements in the shade, as he felt no desire to reveal himself to Kaika, as he felt it would greatly shock the young man.

Kaika reeled back as though having been hit across the face. He stared in horrified shock at the other. It was impossible that this other boy would know his name. He shook his head in disbelief. "How?! How in the name of Byakko do you know who I am?! Pray tell!"

"Iie...gomen nasai, Kaika-san. I can't tell you why. It would be too much for you to handle. It's best if you don't know. Some things are best left in the dark, like this." The young flutist replied, bowing his head. The motion was obvious because he wasn't that shadowed.

Though Kaika couldn't see it, there were two thin rivers of tears streaming from the outer ducts of the other's eyes. This encounter was more than painful for the other, simply because of the forced secrecy, forcing him to deny Kaika any information. It was also doubly painful simply because Kaika had no recollection of anything beyond what he knew as him present self.

Kaika gazed sceptically at the other. "How would you know? Why aren't you answering my question? Who are you and how do you know who I am. Yes, it would be nice if perhaps you would tell me instead of leaving me here, pleading! It's painfully obvious that you likely know who I am, otherwise you wouldn't be avoiding me and you wouldn't know my name!"

"You're right, Kaika-san. Even then, it's not wise if you know. Some things are best left in the dark, like me." There was sadness to the young man's voice. The relentless flow of tears fell down the curves of his cheeks. He sighed, gazing up. "I can't tell you from whence I know you, for it will be painful for you and its best if you live this life you have instead of remembering what has come to pass, Kaika-san."

Kaika arched an eyebrow. This one was certainly a rarity, but a good thing. This moron seemed to speak in nothing but cryptic messages and riddles. It was utmost annoying for the young musician. He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, determined to uncover the truth of who this stranger was and why they kept following him.

"Please, just tell me who you are, even if you don't answer my prior questions!" He was pleading now. He reached out, desperately seizing the other's wrist.

"My name... Ore wa Shunkaku." He replied, refusing to state his status as Seiryuu Seishi, Suboshi. He didn't feel the need to reveal that he was from Kutou for fear that Kaika would be repulsed by the mere fact.

Kaika nodded, releasing Shunkaku's wrist. He kept his gaze pinned to the boy, not taking it off. He had managed to get a name, which was a start. He wasn't about to stop there, this was his current mission: to get as much as he could in the way of details. His next step was to get a clearer view of the boy.

"Shunkaku, why are you hiding in the shadows and why do you feel that it's best if some things remain in the dark, such as yourself?" Kaika queried, inclining his head, as he gazed at the boy. He needed as many answers as he could possibly acquire.

"I...I stay in the shadows because I don't want to be seen and it's best if it remains that way. If I were, it wouldn't have positive results. Gomen nasai, Kaika-san." Suboshi moved further back. He didn't want to, but it was a necessity. He hadn't wanted to encounter his brother, just make sure his twin was faring well.

Now it was inevitable that something bad might come of this. He had to flee and quickly otherwise he knew he would have more than enough explaining to do. It was difficult enough to explain beneath the mask of darkness. With revelation, it would be impossible without breaking the blissful ignorance that had been bestowed upon the former Seiryuu Seishi, Amiboshi.

"Yamete! Onegai, matte, Shunkaku! Don't go..." Kaika pleaded quickly moving after the young man. He had the mysterious boy cornered and with a name, now it was time to finally see who his accompaniment had been. He wasn't about to let this Shunkaku get away. He had before, but today was different.

"No, I can't stay, it's urgent that I go. I'm expected back at the front. I'm lucky I could slip away when I did." Suboshi quickly moved away, only stopping to reply to Kaika's request. He feared that he would be cornered without anywhere to move if he didn't escape from the area quickly whilst he still had the chance.

Kaika froze in his steps. "Front, as in the front in the war between Konan and Kutou? You can't be serious! People are killed in wars and it's unproductive. There are no benefits from war! Shunkaku, don't go, you'll only get killed."

Suboshi stopped, turning to face his brother. He knew Kaika wasn't aware of their relationship, but nonetheless, he still felt that Kaika was his brother no matter peace or war. He blinked, staring at his brother who had stopped moving. "No, I can't, I'm bound by destiny to be there, for I have a Miko I must protect, surely you understand that much, ne, Kaika-san?!"

The young musician sighed. "Very well, go on, but do me one favour first, at least let me see who you are before you make a mistake by going to war where many get killed because Kutou's inconsiderate about needs of its citizens."

"I'm very sorry, I can't grant that one wish of yours, Kaika-san. If it was for peace, I'm working on that, as I've lived in the midst of a civil war for so long, that I've come to feel the need to help get peace. I don't support Kutou, I only support my Miko, whom I love with my heart and soul." Suboshi replied softly, tears glistening in his eyes as he spoke. He felt a pang of guilt for this confession and feared the repercussions of how Kaika would react.

"You're from Kutou?! I'm surprised, as I always believe that those from Kutou wanted nothing but war, as they ravaged the other countries, leaving nothing but charred remains in their midst." Kaika stated, swallowing. He took a couple of tentative steps forward. "And this Miko you speak of...who is she?"

"Seiryuu no Miko..." Suboshi replied, whispering the official title of his Miko. Her face flashed vividly before his eyes. Her scent invaded his nostrils despite the fact that he stood out in the open forest. He sighed faintly.

"Which makes you a Seiryuu Seishi." Kaika finished, staring intently at Shunkaku, whom he could see was clearly cloaked and had a hood on. He could only see the outlines of the young man's mouth and chin. There was also the presence of two thin dry lines from the tears that had stained the young man's face earlier.

Lamenting, he aggressively moved forward, grabbing Shunkaku's shoulders, forcing the young to full face him. "I don't care that you are, because you aren't one of them. Most from Kutou don't care that there's a war, you do and understand the need for peace, so why are you sacrificing yourself in that horrid ritual?!

"No...don't say it's because of your Miko, because doesn't she have six other Seishi to care for her and be at her whim for her every command?"

'If only you remembered, Aniki...' Suboshi thought sadly. 'Then you would know that she doesn't have six with her, she has five. Even at that, there's only Nakago and Soi. After all, Tomo is dead because he attempted to bring harm unto you... Miboshi was foolish and Ashitare was used for acquiring the Shinzahou.'

He stared into the face that mirrored his; the face so identical to his. He blinked, studying the innocent eyes of his brother. He didn't want to say anything of the truth. He didn't want to lie...

"She doesn't have six with her, only two, as three were killed in battle." That was a white lie; partially true, partially false.

"So, you're going because she has only two left..." Kaika replied quietly, staring with dreary orbs into those he didn't know where identical to his. He didn't want to see another go get killed. He couldn't explain to himself why, all he knew was that he felt a desire to keep this boy from going to fight.

"Do yourself a favour, don't go."

Suboshi blinked, stunned. The words uttered by Kaika were much the same as before. He couldn't deny that his brother had always had a kind heart and an unmatchable desire for peace.

He bowed his head. "I have to, Kaika-san, but I'll make sure to come back. I can't promise or guarantee that I will, but I do vow not to die and get back here, only then will I let you know the answers to your questions."

Kaika didn't reply, just raise a hand to touch the other's face. He sighed softly and requested. "Very well, if you think it's better, but at least let me see who you are so I know who my accompaniment was so I'll remember you when you come back."

He smiled ruefully. "My memory fails me. I don't know who I am. You seem to know me, so, please, at least let me see who you are before you leave. I can't remember my past, but the present is vivid."

Suboshi said nothing for the time being. He knew perfectly damn well why Kaika couldn't remember; the Bohkyaku broth controls memories and can either partially or fully erase memories, as in the case of his brother. He also knew perfectly well that it was his fault, as he force-fed the vile tasting concoction to his brother, forcibly erasing his brother's memories, giving him the life of peace that he deserved.

Kaika peered hard at Shunkaku. "You're silent...why?"

"Uh...nothing. It's nothing, really, Kaika-san." Suboshi replied quickly, hoping to avoid having to expose himself to his brother. It was ironic, really. Here he was, facing his only family member and yet didn't have the guts to help him.

"Onegai...Shunkaku! I have nothing of my past and if you do know me, which you must, I beg that you either tell me something that could spark my memory or let me see you!" Kaika begged, grasping the other's hands.

"I...gomen nasai, Kaika-san." Suboshi pulled his hands from his brother's. "I can't until after I fight the war at the front and help end the tragedy that has hurt many..." A faint, wane melancholic smile quirked over his lips and two distinct thin streams of tears trickled over his face. 'I'm sorry, Aniki. I can't take you away from this life.'

Not giving up, Kaika reached up, forcing the hood off Shunkaku's head. He stepped back, staring in shock at the other. It was impossible. He couldn't believe what he was seeing; this boy was drop-dead identical to him.

He gasped out. "Im---impossible! You're identical to me...but that's not possible, my parents never had another child..."

"That's why it was better if you didn't know, Kaika-san." Suboshi replied in a low voice, turning away.

"No it's not. This means that you have a connection with my past." Kaika gripped the other's shoulders, staring intently into the other's eyes. "Please, don't go...I may not remember you, but I feel a connection to you..."

"I'm sorry, I really can't stay, Kaika-san." Suboshi stepped away, staring sadly into his twin's eyes.

"Demo...doushite?!" Kaika felt no need to give up yet. He wasn't going to let a key to his past get away. Not now, not ever. He wished and longed to know what his memory wouldn't tell him. It was excruciatingly clear that this young man; his mirrored reflection knew and wasn't telling.

He pressed harder. "If you can't stay, at least tell me the answers to my questions! My memory keeps failing me and it hurts. I know I have a past, I can't remember. You seem to know something that's crucial. Shunkaku, I beg of you...tell me...please..."

He stared, pleading. His eyes quivered with tears. His soul felt void, though it had no past and no meaning. It was tormenting to stand here, knowing that someone else had the memories that moulded you into the person that you were.

"Onegai..."

Silence...

"ONEGAI!! Shunkaku, please, don't hold out, tell me!!" Kaika grasped the other, shaking him, staring at the other with wild, pained eyes. Tears fell down the curves of his face. He couldn't believe it, the key to his past wasn't speaking. It hurt more than he was letting on. The injustice of it wasn't the most agonising, it was the denial.

Bowing his head sadly, Suboshi whispered, "gomen nasai, Kaika-san. It's better if you don't know. It's too horrible. The pain is too much. You're better off like this and I'm happy that you don't remember, that way you can life the peaceful life you deserve instead of being exposed to constant fighting and pain."

He touched a hand to his brother's face. He didn't smile, just brushed his hand over the soft, smooth skin of his brother's face. "Take care, Aniki."

Kaika blinked, He grasped the other's hand. "Shunkaku...what...what did you just call me?! You didn't address me formally... Tell me why! There's a reason why you just called me that. Why can't you just help me...please?!" His voice cracked, as tears trickled down his face, dripping off the curves of his chin.

"Trust me. Kaika-san...Aniki...just trust me. You're better off not knowing the pain of your past. It'll only hurt you more." Suboshi replied, grasping his brother's hand, gingerly stroking it reassuringly.

"No, I'm not better off! You don't know that. It's painful being victim of my memory." Kaika gasped, leaning against the other, resting his head on the other's shoulder. "This is painful...it's torture. Just let me know, I don't care about the pain. I want out of this hell."

Wrapping one arm around his brother's body and using his other hand to stroke his brother's hair, Suboshi sighed softly. He was torn between giving his brother something that was meaningful as he was painful or trapping his twin in the abyss of naïveté...

He decided to give way. His brother had made many sacrifices for him, it was now his turn. He knew the only thing he's be sacrificing is his brother's peaceful life.

Inhaling deeply, Suboshi whispered against his brother's ear, "if you must know, you're not from Sairou-koku, like me, you're from Kutou, Aniki. We lost our parents in the midst of a civil war, Koutoku..." He sighed. "We are those destined to protect Seiryuu no Miko, Amiboshi. But you, after taking up the charade role of Chiriko, nearly got killed by Suzaku Seishi Tamahome. I don't know how, but I do know you wound up here in Sairou-koku. It seems you still had your memory up until when you offered me the Bohkyaku broth. I didn't take it and force-fed it back to you, Kaika."

Kaika's eyes widened. This was utterly impossible. He couldn't be from Kutou; he couldn't have lost his parents; he couldn't have been born a Seiryuu Seishi and have been forced to serve Kutou. That was impossible. What he couldn't deny was the fact that Shunkaku was drop dead identical to him and that they were brothers. It would be too much of a coincidence if they looked alike and weren't twins.

He shook his head. He pulled away. "No...say it isn't true. It can't be true...if it is...then this life I have is all a charade spun of the Bohkyaku broth." He choked on his words, a renewed trickle of tears coming from the outer ducts of his eyes.

"Gomen nasai, Aniki." Suboshi replied, not knowing how to express his remorse for having told his twin this hard-hitting information. He couldn't stand to witness the pain his twin was going through as much as he wished his twin could have a life without war.

A part of him wished for his twin to remember, but he knew in his heart, it was better if his brother didn't. There was too much pain in the past. He didn't know what was better. His twin longed to know the truth, but he didn't wish to let the truth be known...

Suboshi hadn't noticed, but Kaika had been studying him very intently. The glint in his eyes wasn't friendly; it was deeper than that. He couldn't explain what he was feeling. He swore he felt it earlier, but brushed it off curtly. But for an unknown reason, found it harder to ignore, especially after feeling the gentle touch of the stranger so identical to him.

Unconsciously, standing close to the other, Kaika raised a hand to touch the other's face. "Can't you tell me anything more?"

"I...I can't...no...I shouldn't." Suboshi clutched the hand that rested on his cheek and sighed. He wanted to say more, but he didn't simply because gut instinct forbade him from doing thus.

"I say you should." Kaika whispered, closing distance between their bodies. He threaded his fingers through the other's. "There's pain either way. If you say I shouldn't know because it's too painful, then fine. But, it's painful not knowing." He stared intently into the eyes identical to his.

"Aniki." Suboshi whispered in reply, staring back into the deep blue eyes that mirrored his. His twin had a point. There was pain either way... Sighing, he felt torn. He could tell, but some of it wouldn't be what his brother needed to hear.

"What bit you've told me so far leaves too many gaps." Kaika's nose touched the nose of his mirror image. His eyes still levelly met Suboshi's. "Please, you know more than you're telling me, Shunkaku."

"You--you're right...I do. I just don't think I'm in the right position to tell you though, Aniki." Suboshi replied softly. A short tingle lanced his body. It seemed to happen every time he was within close quarters of his brother.

"You're right, Shunkaku." Kaika whispered, his mouth cupping over Suboshi's.

The younger of the pair gasped against the mouth that embraced his, covering it. The sweet, gentle lips against his. He didn't hate it; he was just incredibly shock that his amnesiac twin would have an unconscious memory of this.

It further shocked him as he found himself rather light-headed. His twin appeared to have lost any form of control over his chi. Suboshi blinked, suddenly realising why he felt so light-headed - it was his twin causing it. His brother, even with amnesia still had some control over chi transfers via the mouth.

Once recovering from the shock, he raised a hand, resting it on his twin's shoulder, eagerly replying. He had missed the closeness with his twin. He found something like it with the Miko, Yui. It wasn't the same though; she was just a really good friend that he felt strongly about because she had been the only one besides his brother to treat him so kindly.

His hands divested the annoying cloak from his counterpart's body. It was unceremoniously dropped in a heap on he floor of the forest, that and the sash from Suboshi's tunic. It gave Kaika's hands freedom to slip over the offending garment to let his hands rove over the smooth, warm skin beneath.

Groaning softly under his twin's anaesthetised skilled hands, Suboshi pressed against his brother's body. He never did anything without his twin first initiating the move. He refused to hurt his brother in anyway.

He then mimicked his twin's move and undid the sash holding the tunic and shirt in place. He let it fall to the ground, joining the other disposed off garments, his hands slipping under the garments still on his twin's form. His brother's warm, soft skin felt nice under his hands.

Pinning his counterpart against the tree, Kaika gave a wane, devious smile, his hands pressed against the other's chest, his mouth barely touching. He didn't realise, but through transferring his chi and the reaction of Suboshi, did he start to get a return of some of the memories he had lost when force-fed the Bohkyaku broth.

Skilfully, he deftly slipped the tunic and shirt from Suboshi's body, disposing of it. He failed to wait for an instance and moved back in, his mouth reclaiming the younger one's. He then trailed it down the younger one's neck, gently kissing.

He slithered down his counterpart's body, smirking up, still not realising that the claimed closeness was acting as a memory spark. His foot reached over the ground, drawing close the discarded sashes. They would have a use in this little instance.

Pressing his body firmly against the younger one's, Kaika, firmly cupped his mouth over Suboshi's, at the same time that he grasped his hands, bringing them around the small tree and securing them in place with the sashes. It would give him more liberty to move and erect plaintive mews of pleasure from his counterpart.

Moaning, Suboshi tried to pull his hands free, but grimly accepted that his twin was one step ahead of him. He didn't mind though, but he ached to be able to hold his brother. He resigned and willingly to letting his twin work, as slow and painful as it was.

Pulling back, Kaika winked, pulling his own tunic of before eliminating the distance between their bodies in the blink of en eye. His mouth fiercely cupped over his counterpart's, his senses invaded with uncontrolled images from the other. He went unaware of the invading images, his mind only feeling and knowing the presence of this one.

Mewing plaintively, Suboshi pressed against his twin, his hands struggling to get free. It wasn't fair that his twin had such free reign when he was tied to a tree, being made victim (not that he minded for the most part). "Onegai...Aniki, don't...un...untie my...hands..." He gasped, his senses overpowered by his twin's gentle ministrations.

"No...I won't, Shun. It's better like this." Kaika purred against the younger one's mouth, his hands tracing down the taut chest of the one he had tied to the tree. He didn't realise, but he was slowly being drawn out of his sweet stupefied amnesiac state of bliss.

He nibbled on the younger one's ear. His teeth grazed over the sensitive, tender flesh of the younger one's ear, erecting a shuddering moan of pleasure.

"Kudasai...Aniki..." Suboshi pushed against his twin, drowning in the mind-numbing sensation that was his twin. He thrashed, trying to get free. He wanted, no needed to feel his twin and not just in this manner. "Onegai, untie me, Aniki..."

"Shush, not yet, Shun-chan." Kaika whispered, kissing his twin's collarbone, savouring the sweetness of the younger one. The affects of Bohkyaku were being slowly knocked off with each passing moment. They were kindred spirits, uniting once more to open the portal in order to bring back the locked up memories that trapped Kaika in naïveté.

Moaning, Suboshi said nothing. His twin was impairing him far too much. He needed freedom. He wanted to participate and not be the victim. He arched against his twin, pleadingly.

Kaika could tell the younger one was getting restless; something sparked in the back of his mind at this. A thin smirk quirked, tugging at his lips. Their games had been something like this, only in less open areas. His brother never took control, yet was so demanding and petulant.

He slipped his hands beneath the younger one's pants, staring intently into the deep blue eyes so very identical to his. "Shun-chan..." He whispered, his hand gripping his twin's semi-hardened member, gently messaging it. "Do you really want to be untied?"

All that came as a response from the younger one was a gasp. He was beyond words. His twin knew how to get him to comply. He moaned softly, thrusting into the hand that held his member tightly, massaging it.

Satisfied with the reaction he was receiving, Kaika toyed with the waistline of his twin's pants, pulling them off. At the same instance, his feet nudged the other one's, pushing off his shoes and disposing of the others. With bare feet, he caressed a foot over his twin's leg, assisting in divesting the pants from his twin's body.

Once done with that, Kaika slithering down Suboshi's body, smirking. His twin hadn't changed, just the same. Glancing up, he smirked. His twin was at his mercy as per the past. He straightened up, snaking his hands around, pressing his body against his twin's, his hardened member rubbing against his twin's creating friction.

"Ani--aniki..." Suboshi gasped his head dropped back, his body arching demandingly against his brother's. His gave way to his senses, freeing them from his body. He hadn't any use for such things. His existence embraced itself around that of his twin.

"Hai, Shun-chan?!" Kaika whispered, his hands working the sashes, loosening them moderately to give his counterpart some moving space. He gingerly kissed his counterpart's neck, moving down the well-toned body of his mirror image.

"Aniki...onegai...untie my...hands..." Suboshi pleaded. This was getting to be way unfair. His twin had full freedom and he was tied. He wiggled his hands around in the binds, trying vainly to find where his twin had loosened it.

"Shun-chan, I did." Kaika smirked, his hands gripping his twin's butt and hoisting him up a bit. "Just not to your needs." He pressed his mouth hungrily over the other one's.

Finding the means to pull his hands from the binds tying him in place, Suboshi brought his hands around his twin's body. He held on to his twin's form with one hand, the other taking the chance to explore and get reacquainted with the forgotten territory.

Setting his feet on the ground, he brought his twins leg out from beneath him and pushed him to the ground, taking a dominant position over his twin. Normally he didn't, but this was different.

Touching a hand to his twin's face, his mouth claimed Kaika's in a fierce, passionate kiss. Only after a minute did he pull back, staring into the deep blue eyes that mirrored his. There was a familiar glint about his twin's eyes that was lacking before, yet he couldn't place it.

He shrugged, brushing a hand over the soft skin of his twin's cheek. This was comforting solace until he would have to face against the enemy on the battlefield. He didn't want to leave, but he felt a binding obligation to protect his Miko.

Being too slow to do much, Suboshi was knocked onto his back, as Kaika straddled himself over the other boy's lap. He sighed, grinning moderately. "You're slow, my Shun-chan." He whispered against his counterpart's mouth.

"I-I am?!" Suboshi whispered, sighing under his twin's touch. "I...just wanted to enjoy the moment, Aniki."

"You may, but you're far too slow and reluctant." Kaika pointed out, kissing his twin's neck, gently grazing his lips down the smooth, tender flesh. He exhaled softly, his mouth over the other one's belly button. His tongue flicked out, moving around before he slithered back up, his mouth cupping over one of his twin's nipples. His teeth slightly grazed over, his tongue toyed with the tip, whilst his hands teased the sensitive flesh of the younger one's inner thighs.

Moaning plaintively, Suboshi tossed his head back. His twin always drove him into sheer ecstatic madness with this. His young body never could withstand it long enough to remain coherent. He tended to give leeway to intoxication instead of logic.

"Better." Or so it seemed it to be the words that was heard over the barely inaudible breathe of air that caressed over Suboshi's ear as Kaika straddled himself firmly over the younger one's lap. His clutched firmly the hands of the younger one at the same instance, bringing them to touch his hips as he slithered out of the final garment left on his body.

Tossing it aside, Kaika caressed his hands down his twin's body. He didn't quite enjoy the feel of forest debris against his legs, as the floor of the forest thick wasn't very soft and there wasn't much else in redeeming qualities. It was secluded making it adequate for privacy.

His hands worked to erect another moan and cry from the younger boy. It provided him with the fuel of desire to launch forth with this. His hands worked down the sides of the younger boy, stifling moans shuddering from the younger one. Grazing over, his hands slipped across the tender, sensitive flesh of the younger one's inner thighs before he inserted two fingers into the younger one's body.

The overwhelming ecstasy, so foreign to his deprived senses brought elation to Suboshi's senses upon the penetration of his twin's fingers. It wasn't anything new; it had just been a while, actually, quite a while.

His arms were wrapped around his twin's body; his hands rested on his twin's back. At the elation of sheer ecstasy the penetration brought, as an unconscious reflex, his nails bit into the flesh of his twin's back, leaving welt marks. Those marks went unnoticed by the elder twin.

Ignoring the torn flesh on his back from the nails that bit into his flesh, Kaika withdraw his fingers, which were now coated with bodily fluids from his twin. That didn't matter, it was just as easily ignored as the pain in the nerves on his back. His twin's soothing presence was more than compensated for that minor shortcoming.

He brushed his other hand over the face much identical to his; his mind sharp and back in commission, though he wasn't consciously aware simply because he was lost in the elating intoxication.

Bending down, claiming his younger brother's mouth in a fierce kiss, he thrust gently into his twin's body, moving forward gently. He awaited the initial reaction - the upward arch and the shuddering plaintive moan that caressed over his twin's lips.

Digging his nails deeper into the torn flesh of his twin's back, Suboshi arched upward. His twin was teasing him; he needed him in deeper, moving around in more profound ways. He needed his twin to push harder, force a complete spiritual joining.

His hands, grasping his brother by the back, forced his twin to push deeper in. At the same instance, he pushed up into his brother.

Softly, his breathe sporadic, he gasped out, "deeper...Aniki...harder... ONGEIAI!!"

From his brow and body dripped feverish sweat spawned from the friction and heat generated by their young bodies, pressed closely together. He could feel the perspiration drip from his twin's face, trickling down his own.

Complying with the demanding request of his counterpart, Kaika thrust forward, harder. His body tingled and lanced with sensual electrical shocks of rapture. Euphoria was here and no where else. It seemed utterly eternal.

Bucking his hips against his twin's Suboshi shuddered a soft cry his body desiring more of his twin within deeper. He wanted his twin in deeper. He wrapped his legs around his twin's waist, drawing them closer.

Thrusting harder and deeper, replying with fierce passion, Kaika groaned softly, his senses utterly logic free, littered with the ebullience of absolute invigoration of ecstasy. He didn't have any awareness of the world around them.

Writhing beneath his twin, his body ravaged with the euphoria of intoxication, Suboshi moaned wordlessly, unable to even call out to demand for his twin to come harder and faster. He could only reply by physical means.

Nothing short of an eternity could describe the moment of the pair; it was a moment of seemingly eternal bliss. There was silence except for the wind that blew around their perspiration-laden forms and the shuddering plaintive moans that escaped over the lips of each young man.

That moment of rapture was shattered with the cry that escaped Kaika as he felt himself lurch forward, climaxing, releasing his seed and semen into his twin's body before dropping onto his brother's body. He felt at the same instance, his twin tightened around him.

A cry issued forth from Suboshi, "Aniki!"

His body arching up sharply into his twin's before he dropped back down to the ground, trying to retain level breathing. He sighed, his body struggling to breathe evenly, but that didn't matter he did have the comforting presence of his twin.

Nudging the bridge of his nose against the underside of his counterpart's chin, Kaika sighed, his mind slowly leaving the clouds. He blinked, sighing softly. He felt unusually sure of himself, his mind filled with subtle images.

He stared at his twin. He didn't move.

'Shun-chan...' He sighed softly. 'At least you didn't leave entirely like I thought you would when you...' He thought sadly, smiling wanly. He lifted a hand, touching it to his twin's cheek. The immediate presence his twin brought was benign.

Studying his twin's profile, a hard-hitting realisation dawned on Kaika, the return of his twin's words. 'Some things are best left in the dark, like me... I can't tell you from whence I know you, for it will be painful for you and its best if you live this life you have instead of remembering what has come to pass, Kaika-san... It's better if you don't know. It's too horrible. The pain is too much. You're better off like this and I'm happy that you don't remember, that way you can life the peaceful life you deserve instead of being exposed to constant fighting and pain.'

His mind reeled, trying to contemplate the images. He couldn't entirely remember being "Kaika", so much as being "Koutoku" and "Amiboshi". He blinked again, his mind struggling.

A small gasp escaped him. He pulled up sharply, staring down at his twin. "Shun-chan, doushite?! Why did you leave?! Onegai...tell me. Why did you not want to stay, do you really love her?!" Tears stung his indigo eyes.

"Aniki." Suboshi whispered, staring up at his twin. He begun to click in and note the fact that his twin was calling him differently. Did this mean his twin did have some of his memories?!

He swallowed nervously. His twin's questions hurt. He didn't want to think that his brother truly believe that. "No, Aniki. I don't love her as I love you. She's the closest thing I had to a friend after I lost you. She at least gave me reason to be around, just like you have."

He sighed softly. "I left because I believed it was better if I didn't stay. You deserved this life more than I ever will. I wanted you to live in the peaceful life you always wanted, free of war and death." Tears trickled down his face.

"But you do too, Shun-chan!" Kaika replied sharply, not believing his twin could possibly think such things. At least he was reassured of the fact that his twin only cared for the Miko as a friend and nothing more.

"No... I don't, Aniki." Suboshi shook his head, staring into his twin's eyes; the orbs so identical to his. He sighed, lifting a hand. He gingerly brushed away his twin's tears. "Don't cry, Aniki."

"But, you are too, Shun-chan!" Kaika kissed his twin's tears, brushing them away with the touch of his lips. "Don't cry... And yes, you also deserve to stay. It's not fair that just one of us stays. Don't leave this time..." He paused, staring imploringly at his younger twin.

"I..." Suboshi paused. He couldn't tell his twin. His brother was too innocent to hear of such things. He felt it would be a damaging blow if nothing else. He sighed softly. "I...won't leave."

He still felt unsure about staying. He felt a calling for him to be at the front, but he didn't feel it wise to leave his brother. His priorities were floating between his twin and the front where he had promised their Miko he would be.

Kaika had a sense his twin didn't want to stay. He realised that it was possible his brother did want to fight for Kutou at the frontlines. Yet, he didn't want to let his brother go.

"Shun-chan, I sense you're torn. You really want to protect our Miko, don't you?!" Kaika sighed, resting his cheek against his twin's chest. "But please, don't go... Don't fight, it only brings more fighting and no peace."

Wrapping his arms around his brother's natural form, Suboshi breathed softly. "I... I'll stay for now. I won't leave if you don't want me to, Aniki."

Words were worthless now. Kaika just snuggled against his twin, resting his head against the underside of his twin's chin, his ear rested against his twin's chest. He just lay dormant, listening to the sound of his twin's breathing and rhythmic beat of his twin's heart.

The sounds of the area were nothing more than the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves. Other than that, complete silence, other than the steady, soft echoes of their breathing was the only other sound that each their ears.

There was no reason to move, they felt all the comfort in the eternal expanse of the universe just being able to lie in place, feeling the other's presence. They could forget about all the turmoil surrounding them; with serenity embraced them lovingly.