A/N: Shame on me. Really, really shame on me. I have been in denial for the past year, telling myself that I can finish WYSLMT? But I guess it's time to stop lying to myself. It's a major writer's block. As I succumbed to the pressures of hospital duties, I forgot how I'm supposed to end the story. I felt that if I insisted on finishing it, it won't turn out that way it's supposed to be.

So...I'M SORRY MINNA-SAMA!

But...I do have another story for you. It's no surprise that it's another OT5 however...WITH A MAJOR, MAJOR TWIST! Welcome to another round of emotional rollercoaster and I promise you that every chapter will leave you wanting for more. So without further ado, I present to you

A LOVE BEFORE TIME

Summary: All he did was fall in love. And now he's paying for it with forever as its price.

WARNINGS: Slight Oc's, AU, major yaoi with tints of shota-con. If you're not into these kinds of stories, better run away now and wash your eyes with whatever holy water you can grab. And of course, definitely ANGST-FILLED!

Disclaimer: I don't own POT...though I wish I did so that Ryoma and I can live happily ever after!

PS: "" for dialogs, '' for thoughts, italics for flashbacks, dreams and memories and bold for foreign, wired or text conversation

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Ryoma smoothed out a wrinkle off his hanfu. The nervous energy boiling inside him kept on escalating but thanks to Noda's little trinket, his spiritual will was kept at bay.

"I have woven a few strands of my hair and poured in my spiritual will, my lord, and made this bracelet. It shall, hopefully, reign in your tremendous spiritual will and confine it within your body."

"It shall prevent you from unknowingly letting your will create havoc with your surroundings. It has enough strength to last the night."

He glanced out into the darkness of the night as their vehicle wove through traffic. 'Tonight shall prove to be very challenging indeed.' He mused. He felt a soft caress upon his head. It made the tightness of his chest ease up a little. He looked up and saw his mother smiling softly.

"What it is, Mom?" He asked. Rinko continued to pat his head gently. Ryoma smiled back.

"You really are a gem, Ryoma." Rinko placed a chaste kiss on top of his head. "You are my gem."

Ryoma smiled and leaned into his mother's embrace. Deep inside his heart, he felt bad about Lady Yuuna, having to grow up without her, but Rinko's embrace is as warm as a heartbeat. "Thank you Mom." He muttered into her chest. "You're the best."

Rinko buried him deeper into her embrace. Her child, her precious Ryoma was willing to submit himself again to pain and agony to find his freedom. She needed to have the same resolve if she's going to be of any use to him.

"I hope we can stay like this forever, Love." Rinko murmured. "I hope I can always protect you like this."

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'How dare he?!' Sakurako gritted her teeth as she ground the rest of her cigarette against her palm. The pain was dulled but she could hardly care about it. She was left to wait by the foyer outside seeing as she was not included in the guest list.

"Those insipid toads!" She spat. She had hoped, despite everything, that Keigo would at least honor her as his mother. She knew Keisuke would want nothing from her after everything that had happened but she still hoped.

'Hope is useless Dearie.' The familiar voice came from inside her head. Sakurako frowned. She's getting used to the idea that there's someone...something living inside of her.

"Still..."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Keisuke's voice came thundering across the foyer. Usually, she would flinch but with her new-found powers, she hardly even batted an eyelash.

"Can't I come to my son's party?" She walked up to him challengingly.

Keisuke's eyes narrowed. "You forfeited your right as his mother the day you hurt and left him. You are not welcome here."

Sakurako felt her anger flared. "You cannot stop me—"

Keisuke grabbed her arm. "Yes I can." He growled in response.

Sakurako felt her anger taking shape, almost licking her skin as she summoned it to lash out on her ex-husband when...

'Back off for now, girl.' Came the vivid order. She felt her anger flickered off like a candle light snuffed out. 'It shouldn't start here.'

Sakurako held her fists so tight that she knuckles turned white. "Fine!" She forcefully shrugged off Keisuke's death grip on her. "But remember this, Keisuke, he's my son too."

"You cannot keep him away from me forever." She turned on her heels and stormed off. Keisuke's gaze followed her until she was out of sight.

"Oh I can, Sakurako." He held his fists tightly. "I will protect him from you at all cost."

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"Are you alright, Tezuka-kun?" Tachibana Kippei, dressed in a monk's robe asked him. Kunimitsu anxiously glanced up the staircase, waiting impatiently for a certain boy to appear. He checked out the guest list earlier, the Echizens were the only ones that weren't crossed out.

"I will be...in a few minutes." He replied curtly. He noticed how Tachibana's smirk grew wider. "What is it?"

The Fudomine captain just shook his head. "You're seriously still going after that kid? You already have three lovers."

It hit a nerve in Kunimitsu's heart. Such blatant question reflected how...greedy he is.

Kippei studied the bespectacled boy next to him. The Seigaku captain is known for his impeccable judgment and composure. But seeing the boy now, he might make some revisions to his opinion. Tezuka Kunimitsu looked...hungry...hungry for something he cannot have.

He looked human.

"Not everyone would understand." The birthday boy spoke up. "This need...this familiarity towards Ryoma is not so easily explained." He turned to Kippei.

"I just need him...that's all."

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Ryoma held his breath as their car finally came to a stop in front of the entrance of the mansion. The opened doors cast such brightness that made his heart flutter wildly and his stomach churn in acid.

Yes he did say he would be strong and that he would not waste this chance. But being here now, a few moments away from them, made his palms sweat. After two centuries, the key that had been so elusive and had caused too many lives was just within his reach.

'Now only if I could be brave enough to grasp it.' He mused.

"Dearest," Nanjiroh's voice shattered his reverie. He turned to him, his eyes wide in apprehension.

"Yes Father?"

Nanjiroh smiled and held out his hand to him. His smile grew wider when Ryoma's delicate hands grasped it.

"It's time."

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The moment he saw how the flowers inside the hall slowly bloomed into fullness despite of being cut, he knew.

"They're here." He muttered under his breath. He stood up and cautiously made his way towards his son who was standing by the foot of the staircase, animatedly talking to Keisuke.

"Kuniharu." He called. His sharp eyes caught sight of Go'enmon and he knew that his buddy had caught on.

"Yes Father?" Kuniharu turned to him. Keisuke nodded to the old man curtly.

"Quite a lovely evening we're having." Gensuru came up from behind with Yamato in tow. By the looks of their faces, they already had started on the drinks.

"Sober up, boy!" Kunikazu snapped at him. "They're here."

Keisuke's eyes snapped in attention. He scoured the dance hall and indeed, the cut flowers have sprung back to life. The roses looked more vivid than ever, the peonies radiated a new-found glow that was lacking before. Soon there was a wave of silence the swept across the hall.

This enchantment...such was the effect of the Echizens.

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Nanjiroh sighed. When he had learned earlier that his wife called in a favor from the hosts, he half-expected none of these things. When they stepped into the foyer, what greeted them were two long lines of prostrated backs of the family's private security team.

He could hear the annoyed "tutt'ing" of his brother behind him. He's getting annoyed too. This gathering is not about them.

He felt a comforting squeeze from the beautiful woman glued to his side. He felt his annoyance dissipate. This night was solely her doing. She made everything possible for them...and most of all, for Ryoma.

"Everything's going to be ok Nanjiroh, right?" Rinko looked up to him. Her hazel eyes bore deep into his soul. "It has to be."

He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Thank you, love" He glanced back at his son who looked radiant in his red hanfu dress.

"It will be."

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When Shimoda heard the news, he broke into a run. He had to see this group before anyone else does. He needed to confirm if he was one of them...the golden-eyed boy.

He tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. If he indeed was one of them, that can only mean one thing, redemption.

He's not a murderer. He did not kill he master's beloved.

He pushed past the wooden doors only to crash right into the man himself, Nanjiroh.

"Whoa there, easy!" Nanjiroh gasped when the butter came crashing into them. Good thing that he caught the man in time lest he topple backwards to his son and brother. The butler looked up to him, flushed and breathless.

"Your Holiness..." He gasped. "...I'm sorry."

There was a soft hand that caressed his face. Shimoda looked up and gazed into a pair of liquid gold, gazing at him with such kindness. He could feel his heart flutter as Ryoma helped his father straighten him up.

"Are you quite alright, dear sir?" His melodic voice came to his ear like a sacred hymn, soothing his heart. It echoed into the recesses of his brain and something clicked.

"What is your name? I bet you have a lovely name."

His eyes widened in shock as Ryoma's face came in full circle. Dressed in silk and adorned with seemingly endless locks, he knew.

"You..."

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Ryoma's eyes widened in surprise. That very look in Shimoda's eyes caused a chain link to break inside of him.

'He knows.'

Ryoma immediately covered the man's eyes and let his spiritual will flow into him. "Sleep, my dear...now is not the time." He placed a chaste kiss on top of his hand and the butler fell against him, asleep.

"Ryoma?!" Syuichiroh gasped indignantly as Nanjiroh moved to help the butler off the boy. A rush of footsteps came towards them and soon the other butlers came.

"Your Holiness!"

Ryoma felt bad for the butler...but now is not the time yet. He matured drastically from a wimpy fifteen year-old boy who held a gun for the first time. He watched at the other butlers took his slumbering body. "He seemed overworked and collapsed." Nanjiroh said.

"Please see to his comfort."

Another butler came forth and bowed before them. "Your Holiness, please forgive with transgression." He muttered as Shimoda was carried off.

"No, it is alright." Rinko came to his defense. "We're truly grateful for the invitation and we're truly happy to be here."

The new butler blushed under her gaze and quickly opened the wooden doors for them. "P-please do come in."

"Everyone's waiting for you."

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Ryoma's heart raced a bit as he recalled the gleam in Shimoda's eyes. It was recognition. He felt a chain broke inside him. By just one glance at him, he remembered. Just how weak has the curse become?

Fifteen years, it felt like an eternity since he last saw the man. He was just a young man back then, a boy to be exact and he was entrusted with a cruel, cruel task. Oh how he ached to take his hands and thank him...for his strong will, for his bravery.

'Oh Shimoda-san!' He sighed and followed them inside. He looked around, seeing the effect of his father's and uncle's spiritual will. "There's no going back now." He muttered to himself.

They passed through another set of wooden doors and he was nearly blinded by the brightness that greeted them.

The music stopped. The laughter seized. Time stood still. Ryoma took a deep breath.

"It's now or never. This will mark the start of my final battle against you Chiisa...and I'm done running."

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Everyone watched in wordless awe when Nanjiroh and Rinko stood atop the staircase, Ryoma still hidden from the world's eyes. Slowly, the two of the started their descent: their light footsteps echoing across the ballroom. They held the audience in some kind of rapture as the elders started to prostate themselves one by one.

Nanjiroh felt Rinko's grip tightened around his arm. The modest smile on her face was tinted with disdain. When she said she called in a favor earlier to avoid special treatment, they had expected none of these but like ripples cast by a stone on the surface of a lake, the silent gesture resonated across the ballroom and soon it was blanketed by a sea of prostrated backs.

Ayana gritted her teeth. She thought they had an understanding earlier but tradition won. She had no choice but to emulate the crowd. It must've been the inherent effect of their presence. The couple descended with grace and aura that rivals the deities themselves.

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Gensuru's eyes widened. He knew beforehand that he had some encounters with Echizen Nanjiroh in the past but seeing him now made those old wounds burn. He could feel the dull ache in his jaw. The affinity was so immense that he couldn't tear his gaze away from them.

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Ryoma wanted to run away. At that moment, when he saw their reactions to his parents, he wanted to disappear. Goodbye normalcy! Goodbye peaceful days!

"Can't be helped, Ryoma." Syuichiroh told him. "We must continue operating despite this setback. This name that we carry is bound to ring across the lands and bring thousand to their knees."

Ryoma tucked a stray strand behind his ear. His heart calmed down a bit. "We'll manage. We've been like this for how many centuries already. A few hours of this will not matter." Syuichiroh smiled and patted his head.

"I know. Don't let it hinder your fight for freedom."

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By the time they reached the bottom of the stairs, Nanjiroh knew that if he didn't do anything, Ryoma's confidence will falter. He surveyed the prostrated backs before them. Even the children, who hardly understood the severity of the moment, only copied the adults. Hell! Even the high and mighty Atobe Keisuke was kneeling before him.

Oh how he longed for this day!

It would've been so much better if the patriarch himself, Atobe Keiichi, was the one kneeling before him. But kneeling is not going to be enough. He deserves a much graver punishment for what he did to Ryoma. But vengeance was not his to extract.

He gave Rinko one last knowing look. 'Let's get this over with.'

"My dear children," He started. "Please, stand up. We did not come here for us." He turned to the celebrants who were looking up to him in awe. He came forth and held his hands to Kuminitsu and Keigo. The two boys took his hands in awe and allowed the man to pull them up. "We came here to celebrate the lives of these two bright young men."

He turned his gaze towards the masses still in awe on their knees. "Please, stand up."

Slowly, one by one, they got back on their feet. Nanjiroh release the boys' hands and raised his arms towards the guests. He usually hated to draw attention to himself but for Ryoma's sake, he'll take the bullet. He'd rather have them adore him the entire night than flock over his son.

"Tonight is a night of merriment as we honor the lives not only of these two young men but of all of us who are gathered here. Our lives are our most precious gift from the gods and may we forever cherish it and live righteously as they deemed us to do so." He clasped his hands together.

"My family shall forever pray for your good fortunes."

The crowd gasped in unison and applause erupted across the hall. He could see some elders bursting into tears. How could they not? The holy Echizens rarely go out of their fortress to bless the wealthiest and the most powerful of Japan's elite, let alone have their highest priest bless nameless citizens.

Nanjiroh sighed and cast a look atop the stairs. 'Now it's your turn Ryoma.'

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"That was some show." Syuichiroh muttered under his breath as he waited for the applause to die down. He turned to Ryoma. "I should get going then, dearest." He gave him a light peck on top of his head.

"See you downstairs" He muttered before adjusting the hilt of his sword.

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"Oh wow." Syusuke breathed out when Syuichiroh stood atop the stairs. "So he really is related to Ryoma." He turned to Keigo and saw his knowing glance.

"Isn't this funny?" They heard Go'enmon chuckling behind them, "The fates of these Echizen lads. The brute Nanjiroh became the highest priest of the clan while the whiny Syuichiroh became the head of their business empire."

"I could never expect this to happen, not in an million years."

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Ayana itched to get a pen and scribble all these information down. Seeing Syuichiroh confirmed some of her suspicions.

The modern Echizens are indeed of Chinese descent. Somewhere along the generations, the blood of Chinese royalty came into mix. There were rumors...that the exiled prince and princess of the legendary Yao family married into the clan, intensifying the Echizen's already-unearthly abilities.

There was an old reference that stated that the members of the Yao clan of the Ming Dynasty were gifted healers and practitioners of the dark arts. They were annihilated around the end of Ming Dynasty by insurgents, fearing their powers. There were hearsays that three surviving clan members escaped under the guise of death and came to Japan around the Shogunate era.

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Ryoma held his breath. Syuichiroh should be halfway down the stairs already. He should be making his move soon. His heart was pounding hard, as if trying to burst out of his chest. 'Gensuru...Kuniharu...Yamato...'

"Keisuke..." He murmured as he wrung his wrists. There's no telling how things will go down once he finally come face to face with his past. When he met Shimoda earlier, he felt something inside him broke. His soul, bound by Chiisa's curse, was breathing a little better than before.

If...if his theory was correct...if the links are weakening...there's no telling what would happen once he's face to face with his past lovers.

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They were mesmerized by Syuichiroh's beauty in his warrior hanfu robes that once belonged to Lord Kirin, Lady Yuuna's brother. Even the twin sword tied to his waist belonged to the late Yao prince. Draped in white silk with black and gold trimmings, he looked the very part of Echizen Norosuke's loyal guard.

He stopped his descent to pause and raise his arms towards the crowd.

"My people," he started. Nanjiroh's eyes widened in shock. Everything he did earlier, Syuichiroh's undoing it now.

That idiot!

"I would like to present to you the jewel of our family, our dearly beloved..."

"Echizen Ryoma."

There was a silent ring that left the air vibrating. Their breaths hang suspended in the air. Light footsteps echoed across the entire hall. Slowly, Ryoma emerged atop the giant staircase, in all his glory, draped in blood red silk hanfu dress lined with gilded gold. His knee-length hair cascaded perfectly behind him, shining under the light of the chandeliers like a newly polished onyx stone.

He was perfection in the flesh.

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Genichirou dropped Keigo's hand as he joined the crowd of gaping worshipers. He knew and believed that whatever Ryoma chose to wear for the party, he will be magical but seeing him now, he was beyond words.

His chest felt too tight for a breath; joining his lovers' silent plea, crying out his name.

'Ryoma...Ryoma...'

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Yamato was perturbed. A few distance away from him stood the very person staring back at him from his master's painting. He may still be a few steps away there's no mistaking in those liquid pools of gold piercing into his very soul.

His muse...his missing muse is standing right before his very eyes.

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Keigo couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. Every breath he took made his heart flutter with joy. Every movement he made caused his chest ache in longing. Oh how he longs for a touch, for any form of body contact.

'I want him...' He breathed out. 'I need him.'

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Gensuru was speechless. It was as if he was transported back to thirty years ago. The white-robed Oniisan who captivated his heart was just a few more steps away from him.

Like fragments of a shattered mirror coming together, the very image of his first love materialized before his very eyes.

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Kunimitsu was trying hard to suppress a big smile. He came...he could hardly believe it but he still came. All his doubts, his fears went down the drain at once for whatever reason, he felt redeemed. Seeing Ryoma tonight made him believe that all past mistakes could be righted...forgiven and forgotten.

Seeing him tonight gave him hope.

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Kuniharu swallowed hard. His heart was pounding hard against his ribs. It was as if his blood was calling out to this boy. He was overtaken by the sudden urge to grab Ryoma in his arms and never let go ever again.

He felt his palms sweat as his fingers itched for a touch. This affinity, this undue familiarity is making him insane.

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Syuusuke had tears running down his face. He had to bite his hand in order to suppress the cries that wanted to break out of his chest. This boy, Ryoma, was wonderful, beyond any words. He may have broken his heart every single time they see each other but the pain withers away like a gentle caress of the wind.

If that's not love then Syusuke doesn't know what is then.

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If the others had it bad, it felt worst for Keisuke. He was rooted on the spot. Everything about the boy was all too familiar despite of not seeing him up close. Even his hanfu dress was familiar...his hair...his face...his aura...

His hand involuntarily reached up to grab the ring. It burned underneath his touch. It stung a little but it's warm against his skin. Emotions churned inside his stomach as the blurred, nameless face in his dreams was slowly becoming more defined...

...and it's turning into the very image of this boy.

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Ryoma took a deep breath. So many hauntingly familiar faces were waiting for him a the bottom of the staircase. He tried to tap into a century's worth of courage to will his legs to move. Slowly, step by step, de descended down to the crowd waiting for him breathlessly.

'For love,' he bit his inner cheek to suppress the cries that tries to rip out of throat. He gazed upon his former lovers. Oh how his heart yearned for that one touch that fate so cruelly denied him for decades.

'For the future,' he turned his gaze upon his senpai-tachi. He felt a pang of guilt as he felt the full blow of their adoring gazes. He knew, from the bottom of his heart, that he did not deserve such adoration...for he might rip them into pieces.

He savored every step...close and closer to his goal. His heart was thundering inside his chest, half expecting the skies to smite him like the usual backlash he suffers every time the curse reactivates. If he goes any further, what would be the repercussions? And to what extent?

Gensuru. Kuniharu. Yamato. Keisuke.

Genichirou. Kunimitsu. Syusuke. Keigo.

Two generations...entangled in his destiny.

Two generations...each one of them could doom him for all eternity.

He took one last step, now he was standing side by side with his family, in all their glory. The room erupted in applause and cheers. they stood there, flushed as the cheers grew wilder. It was exhilarating.

"Now let the festivities begin!" Kuniharu suddenly announced and music instantaneously filled the hall once more.

To his surprise, Ryoma was whisked away by the giddy Syusuke. "Ryo-Echizen! You look so adorable!" he cooed but was careful enough to not ruin any of his delicate ensembles.

"Fuji-senpai! Stop it!" Ryoma pouted, not liking being man-handled. But he smiled though, the festive vibe of the ball getting to him. Kunimitsu adjusted his glasses to hide the smile he's been forcing down ever since the ravenette showed up.

"I am extremely grateful that you came." He bravely took Ryoma's hands and squeezed it tightly. "This is the best birthday gift I could ever hope for."

Ryoma smiled, almost sheepishly. "I'm not so sure about that Buchou." He gave his captain a once-over and he was the spitting image of Kuniharu.

"But of course!" Keigo scoffed, not far behind them. "No price could match your presence here." He reached out and tucked a stray lock behind Ryoma's ear. "Everyone looks drab compared to you..." Syusuke cleared his throat and glared at him, "Except for us of course." The diva quickly added.

It made the freshman smirk. The fruit certainly did not fall far from the tree.

"Ryoma." Genichirou almost growled, raw need was apparent in his voice. "All we mean to say is we're very thankful and grateful that you decided to give us this chance." Ryoma's heart skipped a beat.

He never meant for his presence to be this significant to them. He never meant to be this important.

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Keisuke couldn't take his eyes off the golden-eyed boy. He couldn't shake off the ridiculous sense of ownership over that face, those eyes, that body. Seeing his son and his boyfriends gush over the boy did not sit well with him.

"It goes by generations."

Gensuru's words were looming over his head all this time. 'No! Something...someone who looked so pure couldn't possibly...' He shook his head. He's taking things too seriously.

'There is no way in hell that I would even consider being in a relationship, let alone being married to this boy.' He placed a hand over his chest, feeling the ring underneath the cloth. It continued to burn like an ember trying to gain life.

He watched, forlorn, when Ryoma turned and caught his gaze. The burn intensified. The longing magnified by a thousand times. There was something in those golden eyes that made him promise forever...

...a forever that was long lost in eternity.

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Ryoma's breath hitched. The heat that the ring was giving off grew exponentially. He watched longingly as confusion, pain and fear clouded those ethereal onyx eyes. He caught his glance for just a moment and it held him captive.

Keisuke never fails to enrapture him. Every. Single. Time.

"Please don't make me say the words, dearest. Those words, so sweet but have proven to be so cruel."

"Please don't make me...I don't want...I don't want you to disappear."

The memories were still so clear like it just happened yesterday. He needed to brace for whatever onslaught Fate has in store for him for the night. But if the assault is as intense as this, who knows if he can last through the night?

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The party went on without so much of a hiccup. It was magical...enchanting. It was a great union of families and ancestries.

Nanjiroh couldn't help but smile. They were so worried, so worried that something might happen...that Kobe Chiisa might happen but they hardly felt a flicker of her aura tonight. And seeing his son mingle with his friends made him want hit his own head for opposing this decision in the first place.

"At least he seems happy." He mused.

"I'm glad that you came, you know." A gruff, familiar voice came from behind. He turned around and saw Gensuru standing not far away. There was a flash of pain that hit him across his chest.

"Ahh...is that really for me or for your son?" Nanjiroh asked, to which the professor answered with a shrug. He took a seat next to him but his eyes lingered to where his wife was, who was busy chatting up Rinko and Syuichiroh.

"For everyone." Came a vague reply.

Nanjiroh sat back." Has it been that long already?" He asked. They were rivals as children. The old flames were rekindling fast.

Gensuru sighed. "Thirty years...and I could not remember a thing about you." He met his eyes. "And yet when my father met your son by accident, everything started to resurface."

"How is that even possible?"

Nanjiroh glared back at him. He's not that different from the Gensuru from his memories; still aloof but mature. They used to butt heads before, even over the tiniest things but most of them are Ryoma-related.

"Memories, my dear friend, are most peculiar. They are the only thing ever constant in our lives. Some may be buried under heaps of pain and suffering and most were obscured with darkness but it's still there."

"All you need are the right tools to uncover them."

Gensuru's eyes narrowed. He knew he hated the man for being such a know-it-all brat in the past. That hate was resurfacing. He abhors it when people speak in riddles.

"So you're saying that your son is the right tool to uncover those memories?"

Silence filled the gap between the two as Nanjiroh switched back his attention to Ryoma who was sat down for a breather.

"Who knows?" He sighed. "Fate can do really nasty and crazy things sometimes."

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A/N: yup...threw it all there. Two years in the making...sheesh. Sorry for the wait guys. I had to prioritize a bunch of exams. Still crossing my fingers that I can finish this.

Love you all! Please feel free to review!

Ria Sakazaki