Warning: Shonen-ai, homophobes beware.

Disclaimer: I don't own FB, it's the intellectual property of Takaya Natsuki-san, don't sue.

A/N: Hello! No, this fic isn't dead. And actually, I don't really have any excuses, but I do apologise, once again to anyone who might be pissed off at me for taking so long. Here I am again.

Black Boudoir

Chapter twenty

They got home tired and sated from the clean outdoor air. The shining quality of the light by the river still haunted the images of each other's faces that had imprinted themselves in their minds. It had blurred and smoothed everything. Shigure was restless with the painful desire-mingled longing that coursed through his fluttering stomach. It was the touch of despair, the stuff of tragedies, heart-rending and heavy, waiting for him to give up. To succumb.

Succumb, succumb, the word rang in his head. To what? Madness? Desire? The slow cold pull of exhaustion? Possibly even death? But just as he couldn't imagine life, he couldn't imagine death without the cat. No, they, like Yuki and Akito were now bound in an unbreakable rope of tears meshed with the fiery reflections in Kyo's copper hair and moonlight. These evanescent yet immortal things that made existing living.

Shigure sat in his chair, posing with a book, looking at its' pages without seeing, to have an excuse for not moving or being social. The electricity, the need to do something itched the inside of his skin, making it feel slightly sore where it touched upon flesh. The soft silk of the lining in his kimono felt like wool. Suddenly he got up. He couldn't bear it any longer.

Kyo jumped as Shigure burst into his room. He flinched at the crazed stare in his cousin's eye. It was somewhere between lust, intense pain and madness. The clam soul was gone. For a moment the dog just stared transfixed, no thoughts in his mind. Then Kyo beckoned.

Shigure slowly came up to him, stopped and looked, as if to ask for permission to enter the cat's personal space. He came forward at a nod from him. He brought his face close and again paused, once again making sure that Kyo understood. Why had words failed him?

Then Kyo was kissed. And gently pushed on his back, not quite knowing what was happening. This wasn't Shigure. It was only his body. How could this be happening? He looked up into the eyes he loved and only saw pain and desire. A single tear escaped from the red eyes at the beauty of this soulless stare and it was the last of his guard, broken.

The man who had been Shigure sensed this. With utmost delicacy he undressed his brilliant red gem and they both surrendered to madness and delight.

two months later

A light breeze floated in through the open window. 'Such a nice day for a visit.' Thought Uo. She had a bouquet of deep purple iris with her. As she entered the room she was met with no sign of recognition.

"Hello Kyo." She said, somewhat wistfully as she put the flowers in a vase.

"I thought you might like these. I hope you're feeling well."

"I know you" the cat answered

"Yes, you do." She answered "Now what's my name, can you remember?"

"Hmm. I'm sorry, I can't."

"That's alright. You're having a good day apparently. Usually you don't even see me."

"I like the flowers. Do you always bring them?"

At this she just smiled, thinking of the twin bouquet she had had earlier.

"You should rest. I'll come by again once I've seen Hatori."

As she left the room, Kyo followed her with his gaze. Such a pretty girl. But where had he seen her before, other than here, in this room? Where was he anyway?

His head began to hurt, and when this happened he knew that the best thing to do was to sleep. So he turned over in his bed an shut his eyes. He could feel some kinf of memory lurking in the back of his mind, just out of reach, but the feeling melted with the heavy, welcoming embrace of sleep.

"There you are!" Said Uo as she saw Hatori sipping a coffee in the coffe shop that had once been a bar.

"Oh, hello Uo-san."

"You know, Kyo's much better now. He recognizes my face. But please tell me again, how he managed to lose his memory. I still don't get it."

"Well, you remember how he tried to jump out of the window about two months ago?"

"Yes, but as I recall, he didn't injure his head."

"Shigure somehow blamed it on himself. That's why he did it. At least that's what I think."

"But surely grief can't erase someone's memory."

Hatori chose not to say anything. No grief couldn't erase memories. He could.

"Anyhow" Uo said "I went to see Shigure today. I brought him some nice flowers. The same ones as I got for Kyo. Iris."

"Yes, he would've like them. I'll go clean them up when next I visit his grave."

Arisa waited before speakin again.

"Why don't we go together, next time?"

"I'd like that."

Black Boudoir -fin-

A/N : Well, there it is. The end. It was hard to write and I'm not entirely satisfied with it, but there it is. I'd like to thank all the folks who read and reviewed. I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone, but I just didn't have any more inspiration concerning this story. Take care.

Isabelle Adamowitz