Tasuki lounged on the couch in their new apartment, watching the sidewalk outside the window like a hawk. It still made him a little nervous any time Chichiri left his sight, but the feeling was slowly fading, much like the memories of the horrors they had endured at Kaishin Gakkou.

He still couldn't believe how quickly the entire fiasco had been glossed over. Even the media hadn't really paid much attention to it. :Just goes to show you how well shit like that can get covered up, when there're important people who stand to lose somethin':, he reflected wryly. A lot of very powerful and influential politicians had backed Kaishin Gakkou, and they would do anything to keep the public from finding out about the torture and abuse that had gone on there.

Though, he still wondered what the paramedics and other emergency personnel had thought, upon reaching the school. :Some well-meaning neighbour gives a call when they see all the fire from my tessen, and Soi's lightning bolts hittin' the place over and over. And what do they find? Nearly every student in the school stuck behind welded-shut stair doors, five more collapsed, badly injured or hysterical, in the principal's office, and then me hauling in Chiri and Kouji from a doorway that CAN NOT be there, and that disappears behind us.:

Amazingly, there had been very few injuries. There were bruises and broken bones on many of the students who'd been trapped in the stairwell; Naisu had picked up three broken ribs and a punctured lung when the desk slammed her into the wall, though Min and Kenji had suffered only mental trauma.

And most miraculous of all, the only death had been that of the secretary, Kizeki. Soi and Kouji, who both should have been burned past recognizing, had impossibly been restored. Both were suffering from first degree burns over most of their bodies, bordering on second and even third degree in some places, but the doctors said there would be little permanent scarring. Suzaku and Seiryuu had apparently protected them both from any fatal harm.

As for the mental damage… all of the mind-controlled students had regained their full memories when Itami died. Some of them would most likely never recover completely, and they were making the head-shrinkers in the city very, very rich. All the more reason for the politicians to cover it up - some of their tales were truly horrific. Soi and Tomo had taken refuge in one another - Tomo hadn't left his friend's side since he'd awoken in the hospital nearly a month ago. He'd made use of his Shin to make it appear as if he weren't there during non-visitor hours - a use of his powers that Chichiri and Tasuki heartily approved of. The two Seiryuu Seishi could have no better medicine then each other.

There was a flash of red light, then Chichiri stood in the middle of the apartment, grinning widely. "DA!" he exclaimed, his warm brown eye laughing at Tasuki's startlement.

"OI!" Tasuki protested. "How many times I gotta tell ya not ta DO that, Chiri? If anybody ever SEES you…"

"Daijoubu Tasuki no da. Nobody saw me no da, and I don't do it THAT often! But I wanted to get home quickly, no da!"

"How'd the exam go?"

"I'm in for sure, na no da! They took one look at my test scores, and practically BEGGED me to go to their university no da!" The ex-monk wandered over to the kitchen counter, where he picked up the cordless phone and tossed it to Tasuki. "But that's not what I wanted to tell you, no da! Guess whose number I found?"

Tasuki reached out and took the slip of paper his lover offered, and his eyes widened as he read. "Hot DAMN! Grab the phone in the kitchen, and let's call her!" Chichiri did so, listening as Tasuki punched in the numbers on the paper.

The phone rang twice, before it was picked up and a sweet soprano trilled, "Hai, moshi moshi! Sukinami residence."

"Hisashiburi, Miaka-chan!" they chorused together, laughing. "Guess who?"
 
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