Okay. Here it is. The final chapter. I was gonna split it in half, but at one lopsided point ideas just starting throwing themselves at me at once, so.

Beta Read by Kalana Fox

Nearly two hours had passed since Miharu boarded the bus back to Yukimi's new yet still quite far apartment. The sluggish traffic didn't help the ride home either. The little ninja was able to complete some homework though.

"There you are. Hell, I expected you back an hour ago at the most," Yukimi reacted in a half apathetic, half complaining manner as the forest-eyed boy opened the door.

"Sorry. He was helping me with some of my truckload of homework..." Miharu lied, walking past the blonde ninja.

"He a ninja, you think?" the man asked out of the blue.

Miharu paused his steps. "He's one of the top taijutsu users at school, but I don't think he's an actual ninja..." he replied honestly.

"Ah. Well, I hope not. Anyone could still be around to try and capture ya." Yukimi stretched his arm back in his desk chair.

"Yeah. Sure. I've got homework to complete now." Miharu confirmed as he walked towards Yukimi's room where he was allowed to work. The kid was stuck on the couch to sleep as his stay was temporary, so Yukimi wasn't in a hurry to rent a bigger place.

"Hm. Um...are you gonna dress like that tomorrow?" asked the older male with a raised brow.

"Maybe...I think I like how I can be someone else at school," Miharu stated with a goofy smile.

"Ehh. Well, it's filthy...and sorry, but you smell weird too." Miharu turned his head away, successfully holding back the need for his eyes to pop out of his head.

The tired boy washed off and now wore his pajamas. He plopped his bag as well as himself on Yukimi's bed. He blushed, thinking of how much tension he and his soul mate released from their young hearts in this one day. Miharu chortled quietly into the soft spread as he knew how he would have wanted everything from Yoite, even if he never remembered a single thing about him.

Pulling out some loose threads on the bed quilt, he wondered when and how he would explain to his guardian how he found "that person." He turned the busy hand over and gazed at it. It was that hand. The boy sighed.

"Hnnn...I don't want to do this work," Miharu whined softly whilst pushing the schoolbag off of the bed and turning his head the other direction.

'Can I just...dream for awhile?' The cute boy's tired eyes and head soon drifted into a light sleep.

'Don't you want to remember him?'

'Fairy? What do you want?'

'I'm here. Use me. I can help you recall the exact way in which your emotions stirred for that boy; help you remember how you changed him...'

'I...changed him?'

'That's right, Miharu. He was a bad person; a murderer. He-'

'Huh! No! I won't believe that! How could you possibly think I would believe that?' Miharu was unconsciously grabbing his head with his hands and squirming on the bed.

'It's true. Let me show you the first time you met. 'You've seen so many things in the world of Nabari. This won't bother you at all...' Miharu was now inside the hijutsu, on his knees, and Shinra was offering her hand to him.

"You want to know your first real meeting, don't you? No matter the circumstances?" asked the woman in white, that evil smile still ever present on her face.

"I-I do. I want to know...but, Yoite doesn't want me to know. He says I'd be unhappy."

"How does he know your current knowledge would keep you happy? Satisfied? He is selfish. It's all about what he wants."

"No, you're a liar. He's good. Yoite is kind and caring; he knows what he wants for me is best," Miharu declined, lifting his head more to look Shinra in the eyes.

"Stubborn boy! You know you desire it. Cease denying your desires." The Shinrabanshou was nearly growling, her hand becoming a fist.

"Shut up! Quiet! I will never use you again! I've only received pain from you...Don't speak to me anymore. Good-bye, Miss. Fairy." Miharu was stern in his response. Shinrabanshou faded against her will. The bright domain of the hijutsu turned black, and Miharu woke. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

He heard the sound of his tummy growling, and the snoring of the gun-wielding ninja. He was still in his chair, and Miharu was still on the bed. The clock read a quarter past 10pm.

The young boy rose and headed to Yukimi's small kitchen. He discovered leftover pancakes he'd cooked for him and Yukimi this morning in the refrigerator. He heated them in the microwave and then sat on the floor against the cabinet.

Taking small bites of the sweet, fluffy breakfast food, he quickly compared them to the messy yet flavorful food he and his grandma cooked for many.

"I wonder if Yoite likes okonomiyaki..."

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Ocean orbs glanced at the chipped ceiling of the apartment bedroom. The raven-haired boy wanted to sleep but was unsure he'd dream about him, so he forced himself awake as long as he could to think about him.

Miharu...he was so different yet so much the same; wild, but still precious and clean. The young Shinrabanshou holder made the older boy feel the most loved and most wanted. Yoite's cheeks flushed and his heart danced. He played and replayed Miharu's voice sweetly speaking his name. Finally, his eyelids flickered closed with a smile printed on his lips.

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A couple days had passed since the two boy's encounter. Having a few classes together was a wonderful aspect, so they never felt deprived during the day. Miharu made his effort in one instance to dismiss a lunch hour with Gau to sit outside, and lay with Yoite in the green grass as well as eat together.

The next day would be Sunday; no school. Miharu was especially elated to spend alone time with Yoite. He hadn't been at his place since that one night because Tsukasa had no after school plans, and Yoite was not ready to muster up a reason for a "girl" coming home with him.

Taijutsu class was over again and Miharu made his way to the showers. Once again, Yoite did not attend with the other boys; Miharu now knew why.

Miharu exited the shower stall; no one was left in the room, it seemed, until a he was suddenly pinned to a wall by a boy his age. They were facing eachother. The stranger's face was uncomfortably close to his own, and his hand slipped up the towel, rubbing Miharu's outer thigh.

"You're very cute you know...I can tell by the way you move that you know the secret of this school. There aren't many girly looking boys who come here and train to become ninja."

"I am already a ninja," Miharu declared nonchalantly, ignoring the way this guy was touching him.

"Oh? That's even more interesting. As am I," uttered the boy as his face moved in closer, "I think you and I should get together sometime," he whispered near shy lips. Miharu turned his face to the side. The young man licked up Miharu's reddened cheek and released the boy from his grasp. He ruffled Miharu's hair. "I'd show you some fun now, but I'm never late for class," he said, and left with a wink.

Miharu stood where he was and wiped his cheek with his hand, sighing in relief. He was too good at getting boys' attention whether he was playing a girl or not. He enjoyed it though, as long as he could escape a situation that really bothered him.

He wondered what Yoite would do if he actually witnessed Miharu being harassed like that. Somehow, he thought he certainly shouldn't ask the boy.

School was over now as Saturday was a half day. Miharu made a quick chat with Subaru and Gau, discovering some exciting information from the curly haired boy before going out to sit on the ledge of the school entrance and wait for his special someone.

Suddenly, a large tan hat was placed on the young boy's head. Miharu lifted his hands to touch the hat, but they landed on soft skin; another person's hands.

"Good afternoon, Miharu," said that familiar voice.

"Hi, Yoite...Where did you get this hat?" Miharu asked with his hands still placed upon the other male's hands.

"I bought it yesterday...I used to have one just like it." Yoite placed the hat atop his own head. Miharu turned around to notice his sweetheart's new look. Miharu thought the hat made him appear more mysterious than the first time he noticed him. He liked it.

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"Do you have a boy's uniform?" asked the taller male as he and Miharu walked along the sidewalks of the city on a Sunday's noon.

"I do, but I've decided to just wear this," replied the boy, gently tugging at his skirt, "I don't know how long I'll go for with my fake name in Taijutsu, but I'm known as a girl by most there, so."

"I understand. I was just wondering if it was your original plan to be disguised as a girl."

"No, actually. It came about the day before I was attending," Miharu said with a demon smile.

"Have you talked to Gau?"

"Yeah...He's his usual anxious and happy self, even more happy now that Raikou proposed to him."

"Hah," Yoite reacted in no surprised.

"They're going to Europe for the ceremony. Maybe one day, two guys and two girls will have the opportunity to get married here..."

Yoite nodded. Every place needed to begin accepting such love. It was difficult to say as of yet if he and Miharu would need to make official vows to prove their bond, despite that it was so important, so precious. He would never give it up for anything.

"I'm sure Raimei is just as overjoyed, if not more than, Gau is about it," remarked Miharu, glancing up at a familiar building.

Yoite and Miharu entered the apartment. It was still kept clean and smelled nice, considering two boys lived there. It pleased Miharu. Yukimi proceeded to be a nightmare to live with in terms of organization and cleanliness.

Miharu sat down by the table as Yoite prepared dorayaki and hot lemonade.

"I like this. The lemonade you made," remarked the younger male.

"Thank you. My brother Tsukasa and I prefer it to green tea."

"Tsukasa...? I've met someone with that name before. He liked baseball...just like your brother..." Miharu said with a hand to his cheek.

"R-really? How did you meet my brother?" Yoite asked in shock.

"Yukimi and I went to this place a few months ago...Kotodama I think it was. It was for one of his assignments."

"Wow. Strange...What do you think of him?"

"He's like you, Yoite. He was really nice." Miharu replied with a hand on Yoite's.

"Thanks. He's certainly not as weird as me though."

"You're not weird. I'm the one who's weird." Miharu slapped Yoite's hand gently.

"How about...we're both weird," said Yoite, staring into his mug.

"Well, okay. All the more we have in common," Miharu commented with a smile, feeling the wind blow through the open window. "It's still pretty cold out. When it's cold, my heart goes 'Nya'." Miharu put his hand to his chest.

"My heart goes 'Nya' too." Miharu tilted his head whilst glaring at the wall. The conversation felt so deja-vu. He just decided to shake it off.

"We've said that to each other before."

Miharu blinked and let out a small chortle, "I just had a thought that maybe we did..."

Yoite moved in and kissed Miharu on the lips, tasting the sweet lemony flavor. With a lick, he separated their lips and kissed Miharu's forehead, then placed his hands on his shoulders. He held a straight face.

"I told you we were both weird."

Their eyes were lost in love and lust once again. It wasn't long before another kiss became caressing. Caressing that belonged in another setting.

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Panting, moaning, and clawing at bed sheets and damp skin, they wrestled each other in the midst of the small apartment. The young ninja kissed the blue-eyed boy below him every so often with his arm braced under a shoulder, and he began pushing himself briskly in and out of the taller male's body.

Yoite's left hand stroked himself while the right blindly moved along Miharu's sleek back; his set of fingers would cuff the white sheet and a quivered moan would leave his parted mouth when that special spot inside him was touched.

Licking sweat from the older boy's neck, Miharu whispered Yoite's name hoarsely as his peak was coming in full. He breathed out that beautiful name in ecstasy as he plummeted fully into his love and finally reached his pleasurable bliss. Yoite's hands clawed into Miharu's back and he finally cried in his own rush of pleasure. The flames setting off inside him were more intense than the last time he and Miharu joined bodies. He was melting; it was the greatest feeling he had ever felt besides the sensation of Miharu's very presence.

He and Miharu, they were perfect for each other. Yoite took a whiff of the incense sticks he lit earlier whilst absorbing the sound of Miharu catching his breath. His loosened arms wrapped around the boy firmly. Miharu searched for Yoite's cheek and laid a hand to its warmth.

The younger teen's face turned troubled as he began thinking. The Shinrabanshou...she would certainly keep interfering, whether or not it be for forcing unwanted memories upon him. Nonetheless, all that he knew about Yoite now was just fine. Yoite was Yoite, and Yoite was perfect. Miharu knew he wasn't wrong about that.

A slumber was cast upon their young bodies. Yoite's breath bounced the brown tresses below him, and Miharu's ear rested to the beat of the other boy's heart.

Pale lids flicked open with long lashes fluttering in the dimming room. Yoite was alone but could smell something from the kitchen. It smelled so familiar. It was...

'Okonomiyaki? Is Miharu making okonomiyaki?' Yoite leaned his head to side with a content look on his face. He used his arms to lift himself from the surface of the futon. He felt a bit sore below the waist, but he managed to get up and put on pajamas before walking out to the kitchen nearby.

It was there that Miharu stood in a blue apron; the only other clothing item he wore being oversized pajama bottoms that were rolled up. His hair looked damp; he must have just finished bathing.

Yoite had never tasted okonomiyaki before. His taste was long gone by the time he was able to put it in his mouth. A number of times he could have stopped at a restaurant to really try some, but he wanted Miharu's. Miharu's was the best.

The skilled boy tossed around the many ingredients over the frying pancake. He acted like he hadn't realized Yoite had entered the room yet, but of course, he did realize.

Turning himself around, the little ninja held two plates. His eyes sparkled to the sight of Yoite, and the smile that was already present on his face grew in size.

"My grandma and I have a shop in Banten where we make this food specifically. Have you ever had it?" asked the cook.

The taller male wondered if he should tell Miharu that he did cook it for him before...but that his taste buds were gone. He decided on not doing so because it would surely deplete the peaceful mood.

"No, if it doesn't surprise you. I haven't." Miharu nodded with a hint of red on his face. Obviously, he was happy that Yoite's first taste of okonomiyaki would be his own.

"It's called okonomiyaki. I hope it's good because not all the ingredients were available." Yoite shook his head in understanding and took a big piece of the savory food into his mouth with his chopsticks. A big smile crept onto his face. It was warm, crisp, and moist. He had to admit to himself that it was better than anything homemade Yukimi had ever made for him.

Miharu ate smaller bites off of his own plate of course but couldn't seem to stop watching his boyfriend eat. It wasn't the first time he saw Yoite barely chew his food, but this was something he made for him, so he felt love and satisfaction radiating off of the other boy.

Yoite finished but still felt hungry. He looked up at Miharu, the most adorable expression was on his face.

"Can I have more, Miharu?" Miharu dropped his chopsticks from the pleading look he received from Yoite. The teen gave a 'Yeah' to his companion and went back over to the grill.

Yoite decided to stand up and watch the boy cook. He couldn't remember how Miharu prepared it, so he thought to take a chance in learning how to actually make it.

"This time, you can pick your toppings, Yoite," Miharu pointed out, turning the pancake over.

"I'll have it the way you made it before. It was so good." Yoite flicked his fingers through Miharu's hair.

"It made you smile. I saw how happy you were," Miharu said, blushing again.

"Yeah...I'm happy."

Miharu sat by Yoite's side as he ate. The younger teen sipped on more hot lemonade. As Yoite took his last bite of food, Miharu leaned against the boy's shoulder, holding his arm with his slender fingers.

"Miharu?"

"Yeah, Yoite?"

"I want to see him...Yukimi. I want to see him," said the older male, resting his cheek atop Miharu's soft hair.

"Then come over to his house with me," Miharu offered, massaging Yoite's arm.

"Yeah, I will. I hope we can bond again. Believe it or not I was a little nervous at Alya when you finally arrived there. And this...it frightens me really. I wonder if he'll feel a bond in my presence...He didn't say anything a few days ago..." The thoughts of wanting to be forgotten and shoved into oblivion entered the male's mind. He knew that wasn't how he felt anymore since he wanted to be with Miharu and everyone as much as possible now...but he still couldn't fathom all the nervousness and sullen feeling that developed at the thought of being face to face with the man.

"He hasn't said a word to me, but I'm sure he felt something. He just may not be one to tell someone he thinks he just met that he senses familiarity with them."

"Hm. Yeah, that sounds like Yukimi." Miharu smiled with a small giggle. Miharu now faced Yoite. Their lips caressed each others with mewls escaping them.

Miharu separated their kiss, lightly caressing Yoite's cheek.

"I wanna go at it again. This time, you're dominating...but I just bathed..." Miharu pointed out with disappointment.

"Hey, we can always bathe together when we're done," stated a smiling Yoite.

"Mm. We can...do it in the shower even..." Yoite nodded slowly to the statement from the other boy. He lifted Miharu up into his arms in a manner so Miharu's legs wrapped around his skinny frame.

"Do I ask too much from you?" inquired Miharu with a wicked smile.

Yoite shook his head 'no'. "I love what we have right now; I love who you are, Miharu." And soft, eager lips met once again.

Miharu had fallen asleep once he and Yoite entered the soaking tub after the experience in the shower. He had to dry the boy off and carry him back to the bedroom but didn't mind at all.

Miharu was especially adorable when he slept.

He stirred awake within an hour, opening his big eyes to a dim lit room.

"Y-Yoite...How long did I sleep?" the drowsy boy inquired. He saw he was back in the shirt and pants he had come to Yoite's place in.

Miharu took notice of a black cat on the desk. Was that Yoite? If Miharu could remember correctly...if one learned the Tempenka, they couldn't stay in the human form for too long otherwise their molecules would become distorted.

'It's almost six...Ah, Yoite said Tsukasa would be home around this time. I'll have to meet him another time. Yukimi is actually expecting me home soon.' Miharu stepped over to his now compact friend.

"Yoite? I have to leave now...Would it trouble you to change back so you can go with me?" The cat looked like it nodded in disagreement before jumping off the desk and out to the bathroom. Yoite probably needed some presentable clothes, so Miharu snatched some and rested them on the table near the bathroom sink and patted Yoite's little feline head before leaving the area for Yoite to transform.

The two made their way onto the evening bus. The ride to Yukimi's only took thirty minutes since the traffic was mellow on Sundays.

"Will Tsukasa worry that you're not at home?"

"I've never left the house before except to buy food or go to school, but I have a cell phone. It'll be fine."

They both stood by Yukimi's door now. Miharu opened it to find Yukimi just staring at a document on his computer.

"Welcome back, kid."

"Um...Mr. Yukimi. There's someone here you should see," Miharu claimed, opening the door completely.

Yoite faced the floor, his big hat shielded his head. He slowly lifted his head to meet his eyes with a puzzled Yukimi.

"Yeah...I've met him. Kinda." The one-armed ninja swallowed a lump in his throat and looked to the floor as thoughts from a few days ago gathered into his head. That blue gaze. That presence. He was unsure of this sensation.

"Do you feel it, Mr. Yukimi? Does he seem familiar to you?" Yoite stepped into the apartment. He then walked towards a now standing Yukimi.

"I don't know what it is...You, you have a cat's name for one thing; the name I've given two of my cats, and...I feel like I know you." Yukimi scratched his head, "God dammit! What sense does that make?"

"It's me...Yukimi, the person that everyone forgot...The black cat. My soul transferred into that cat from Miharu's mixed wish." Yoite admitted whilst gripping his arm in anxiety.

"W-what?"

"I take the shape of a human now because I learned Tempenka...If it's too weird to acknowledge any of that, I'll understand." Tears threatened to accumulate in the male's burning eyes.

Yukimi reached up and rested his hand atop the younger male's head, slowly stroking through the strands of black hair.

"I'm sorry that I don't actually remember anything we've been through...but, I believe my feelings and what you said, Yoite. My heart feels lighter now." The blonde ninja gave Yoite a firm hug with his one arm and welcomed him to sit down.

"I'll tell you anything you want to know about me...when Miharu isn't present," said the azure-eyed boy into Yukimi's ear. The man nodded, figuring it would be things the little guy wouldn't handle very well.

"Hnn, guess we should get Raikou and Gau on over here," Yukimi announced, opening up his flip phone.

Miharu finally moved from where he stood by the entrance. He appeared peaceful as he sat down next to Yoite where Yukimi would bring out the dining table.

Their hands met beside each other. Miharu's lay on top of Yoite's. Things felt good now. He would just stick to living in the moment as Yoite seemed to.

Yukimi handed each boy a hot cup, "It's hot lemonade. Give it a try, man."

"You...would make this for me all the time," said Yoite as he smiled at the man.

"Yeah? Well, then I know you must like it."

"Mmhm." Yoite took a big sip.

"Hey, Yoite?" The blonde inquired.

"Huh?"

"Welcome back."

~Fin~

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~KittKat