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This fic takes place a year after Yaten’s death, and is set around Taiki’s 
mourning. Now that you know what I’m going to be talking about, here 
are the disclaimers. Seiya, Taiki, Yaten, and Kakyuu do not belong 
to me. They belong to Naoko Takeuchi, Toei, and any other company 
that featured/features the Starlights/Kakyuu.  The song I used is 
called “One Last Breath” sung by Creed, owned by Creed, Wind-up 
Records, and many others, not me. If you’d like to listen to it, it
is featured on Creed’s third album, “Weathered.” Don’t sue me, please. 
You won’t get anything, I guarantee you.
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Falling

I can’t believe you’re gone.

You were so beautiful.

They say all good things must come to an end...you included.

But it’s so hard to believe that...I will never feel your breath on 
my skin again.

Please come now I think I’m falling
I’m holding on to all I think is safe
It seems I found the road to nowhere
And I’m trying to escape
I yelled back when I heard thunder
But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

Never again will I hear that characteristic grunt when you first wake 
up. Never again will I be able to tell you...it kills me to say it...
so I won’t.

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

I was so naïve, to think that you could never die. I never cared to 
think about what would happen if you left, how I would cope at your death, 
because I knew it would never happen. They say knowledge is power—I must be 
a weakling, because I “knew” you would never die. I felt it—your death, 
that is. I rushed you to the hospital. But it was too late...you had gone 
to your glory. 

I’m looking down now that it’s over
Reflecting on all my mistakes
I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in His grace
I cried out heaven save me
But I’m down to one last breath
And with it let me say
Let me say

The memories torture me now. I’m sitting on our bed, my nose inhaling 
the scent of your perfume on the bedding, and trying to imagine you 
the last night you slept with me. I am trying desperately to remember 
just the way your hair curled at your temples; the exact location of your 
legs and arms, and the precise feel of you snuggled up beside me. 
And...I am trying to remember...how it felt to hold you...

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

I know the meaning of sweet misery, now that you are gone. I will never 
move the objects of the house from where you last put them. It would hurt 
too much. Seiya and Kakyuu are gloomy also, but then again, they never 
loved you the way I did. They never felt your hands massaging their back; 
never smelled that baby-sweet scent of your skin, never got lost in those 
delicious eyes. Everyone looks at me sympathetically now, but I don’t 
want their pity. Eyes follow me now...haunted eyes...

Sad eyes follow me
But I still believe there’s something left for me
So please come stay with me
’Cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me
For you and me
For you and me

It’s stupid to think that, in some miraculous way, you will be 
beside me again. I know you’re dead. I know that there is nothing 
anybody can do. But it hurts to know. It hurts. Come to think of it...everything 
hurts...

I’ve got to stop this. You always hated to see me sad. Why should you stop 
now, even in heaven? I miss you, though. I think I always will. I know I always 
will. You were a part of me, as good as my left arm. I miss my left arm; I used 
it for so many things. 

I want to laugh again. I want to smile again, I want to love. But it hurts me to do 
that. You see, every time I see someone laughing, I see you laughing. Every time 
I see someone smile, I see you grinning at some stupid antic of mine. Every time 
I see love, I feel your love. The old adage is true—love hurts. Like hell.

Hold me now
I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking
That maybe six feet
Ain’t so far down

You know, I think I’m falling. Falling in love with you, 
all over again.

Please come now
I think I’m falling away from what I think is safe

A while ago, I said it hurts to say something. But pain is supposed to 
make you strong, and the Lord knows I need all the strength I can get 
now. So, now, I will say it: I will never again be able to tell you that I love you.

I’m crying. I’m sobbing like a baby. Obviously I need to suffer more if I 
want to be strong. So I will say this: I miss you. 

Now I’m screaming crying. This is pathetic. Get a grip, Taiki! 
Come on, pull yourself together.

My tears are slowly drying...however, the internal lake of pain 
will never become a desert.

It’s time to let go...

But I can’t stand to.

So I’ll just fall.

       —Solange

Author’s Note: 
There! I’m done! * Jumps up and down gleefully *  What do you think of the sequel 
to “Seduction of Yaten”? I think it’s pretty darn good, but you may not. Once again, feedback/praise/flames are all more than welcome by me. Just drop me a line (or a 
few more) at leopardslb@yahoo.com. All I ask is that you put your subject as ‘Comments 
on Falling.’ That way I’ll know you aren’t some sicko stalker out to get me. Peace!