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Okay, disclaimers first. Seiya, Taiki, and Yaten do not belong to me. 
They belong to Naoko Takeuchi, Toei, and any other company that 
featured/features the Starlights.  The “poems” I used are 
actually a song called “Nothing I’ve Ever Known” owned by 
A&M Records, DreamWorks, Bryan Adams, Eliot Kennedy, and 
Hans Zimmer, not me. If you’d like to listen to it, it is 
featured on the Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron 
soundtrack. Don’t sue me, please. You won’t get anything, 
I guarantee you.
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Seduction of Yaten

Yaten, in female form, rolled over in bed. She had been 
having a strange, but nice, dream. Someone strange and handsome 
had been in love with her. He asked her out on a date, and she was 
just about to accept when she woke up to the sound of a closing 
door. Speaking of which...hers was slightly ajar. Puzzled, the 
silver-haired girl stood up and gently closed it.  In the process of 
which, a letter dropped from the hinges of the pale pink 
door. Now even more befuddled, Yaten eased it open. A silver charm 
bracelet fell from it, along with a short poem.

Right now I feel...just like a leaf on a breeze
Who knows where it’s blowing...who knows where it’s going
I find somewhere I...I never thought I’d be
I’m going ’round in circles...yeah...thinking about you and me
And how do I explain it when...I don’t know what to say?
What do I do now?...so much has changed

Yaten blinked a few times, not able to believe it. Who 
would do this for her? Probably one of those male 
fans, but...none of them would be able to get within 
ten feet of her bedroom door, let alone stick a love letter 
in its hinges! Yaten brought a hand up to her head and scratched 
it, mystified. An obnoxious voice interrupted her musings. “Hey, Yaten, 
never knew you had lice. Why didn’t you tell anyone? Too 
embarrassed? 

“There are hair care products available for that, 
you know.” An all-too-familiar annoying laugh followed. 
Yaten rolled her livid green eyes and hurled a pillow at the 
disturber of the peace. “Put a sock in it, Seiya.” He raised his 
eyebrows. "Fiery this morning, are we? Hey, what’s that?” He 
pointed at the charm bracelet and letter she held. 

“Oh, nothing!” Yaten said hurriedly, desperately trying to hide it behind her back. 
Seiya was too quick for her, though. He grabbed it, read it out 
loud, and when he finished, he exploded laughing. “Who would write 
this to you?” he choked through tears of laughter. Yaten snatched 
it back, flushing furiously with both embarrassment and anger. 
“For your information, millions of men could have written that to me! 
You shouldn’t be talking, either—I see you haven’t received 
a fan letter in ages.”

Seiya snorted. “With good reason! You’ve put up a bad name for us. Every 
single interview, when asked about fans, you say you hate them 
all and act like a complete asshole. Can you blame the poor kids?” 
Yaten tossed her hair imperiously and clipped the bracelet on. 
“Yes, I can. They say they love me without even getting 
to know me first. 

“What a bunch of shallow, bean headed people.” The argument escalated 
until Taiki came clomping up the stairs. “Seiya, shut up! I’m trying to write 
a poem!” Seiya’s nostrils flared. “Me shut up?! Yaten started 
everything!” “Did not!” “Did too!”

Taiki sweatdropped. “Will you two knock it off if I 
make some cinnamon buns?” Seiya’s face lit up. “Cinnamon buns, 
yeah!” Ignoring Seiya’s cheering, Yaten held out her wrist for Taiki 
to investigate. “See my new bracelet? I found it in my door 
this morning.” Taiki looked it over and fingered the heart charm. 

“Looks like you’ve got an admirer,” he said, smiling at 
the petite but beautiful girl. For some reason, Yaten’s heart 
flip-flopped. Pretending to take no notice of the slight flush of her skin 
and the tingling of the wrist Taiki was grasping gently, she showed 
him the poem with a flourish. “And that’s not all! Look what else he 
left me!” Taiki released her arm and read the verse quickly. 
“Whoever it is must have good taste,” he said softly. Yaten 
tossed her hair and smiled, “Do you have any clue as to who 
it is?” *Baka! Stupid, can’t you take a hint?*  

Taiki raised his eyebrows. “You expect me to know?” Yaten said, 
“Well, you’re usually the smart one, so I figured you might know 
something about it...I guess not. It’s okay, though, I’ll figure 
it out.” Taiki smiled cunningly and turned away. 
“Good luck, my friend.”

A month later, Yaten woke up smiling. She had had another 
wonderful dream; in this one that same mysterious handsome man had 
kissed her. She wished that same man would be the one leaving 
her all the gifts. Lately, Yaten had been finding small trinkets 
tucked in her pockets, dresser drawers and purse, everywhere. 
They had no indication as to who had left them there, however. 
This morning, though, a bouquet of roses was lying on 
her bedside table; attached to them was a note. Yaten lifted the 
flowers to her nose, inhaling their delicate scent. Setting them 
down for a moment, she read the message.

It was another poem.

Nothing I have ever known has made me feel this way
Nothing I have ever seen has made me want to stay
But here I am—ready for you
I’m torn and...I’m falling
I hear my home calling
Hey, I’ve never felt something so strong...oh no
It’s like nothing I’ve ever known

Yaten’s whole face lit up. Man, would Seiya be shocked to 
see this! No one could be more surprised than Yaten herself, 
though. She never in a million years had expected this. She 
pounded down the stairs, tripping over the last step. “Ahhhh!” 
she yelped, waving her arms frantically to break the fall. 
However, a pair of strong arms caught her. They belonged to Taiki.

“Daijobu?” he asked in his deep voice. “Hai, arigato,” Yaten said quietly. 
They stood there for a few seconds until Yaten realized that her 
head was resting on Taiki’s chest and that he had his arms wrapped 
securely around her waist. *Hey, Yaten is beginning to notice 
something...let’s give her a hand!*  She stepped away, blushing, 
but Taiki merely removed a few strands of Yaten’s hair from his 
shirt and smiled. “In a hurry, aren’t you?” he said. She grinned, 
her eyes dancing, and showed him the poem. “Look!”

Taiki read it silently. “Hm...nice,” he said, smiling to himself 
in a Cheshire cat way. “Yes, it’s very sweet of the person. 
They must be very kind. Come, I want to show you what they left me 
besides the poem.” Taiki followed the small woman closely. She 
handed him the roses. “Aren’t they beautiful?” 

“Hai...have you figured out who the enthusiast is yet?” Yaten 
laughed. “No, you?” He went downstairs to put the flowers in 
a vase, not saying a word. She followed persistently. “Well?” 
He filled the glass vase with water and arranged the roses just so. 
Yaten tapped her foot impatiently.

“Hello, earth to Taiki! Come in, Taiki, come in! I’m losing you!” She made 
some static noises. He turned to face her abruptly. “I think I may have 
a guess,” he said. “Really?” she said eagerly. “Who?” *Come on, Yaten, put 
two and two together already!* 

He took a step closer. “Well, he obviously enjoys writing poetry...
he seems to be a quiet person. Maybe he’s aloof and too scared to leave 
his name.” *If he gave the girl any more clues, he’d be screaming the 
answer over the intercom!* Taiki bore down on Yaten. “Let me give you 
a big clue...” He leaned in closer, putting his hands on her shoulders. 
When their lips were a millimeter apart, Taiki looked deep into her eyes.

“T-A—” the doorbell cut him off. Taiki straightened up abruptly. “Oh well, 
it’d be better for you to figure it out on your own, anyway,” 
he shrugged, going to answer it. Yaten kicked the wall in 
frustration. “Just when he was about to spit it out! Damn!” She 
sputtered and cursed throughout the rest of the day. Taiki just looked smug.

Two weeks later, Yaten got home from grocery shopping 
and set the bags down on the counter. However, the bags weren’t the only 
thing on the counter; a small package was there with a note. 

You’re the one I’m looking for
You’re the one I need
You’re the one that gives me...a reason to believe
Following a star—has lead to where you are
It feels so strong now...this can’t be wrong now

Right now I feel—like a leaf on a breeze
Who knows where it’s blowing—who knows where I’m going

P.S. I think I’ve played this game long enough. Open the gift and 
find my true identity. 
      –Secret Admirer

Yaten ripped the wrapping paper to shreds in her impatience to 
find out her follower’s identity. It held nothing but an 
armlet two fingers thick, made of pure gold. It was beautiful, 
but—where was the name of the admirer? Yaten turned it 
over and over, looking for a clue. Engraved on the inside 
of the bracelet was a simple, yet so important inscription—
Taiki & Yaten Kou Forever. 

Yaten dropped the bracelet in shock. Taiki was the admirer? 
Masaka—he was just a friend. But all the evidence said otherwise—Yaten 
picked up the bracelet and stared at the words again. A 
huge grin slowly spread across her face as she put it on and 
ran upstairs to Taiki’s room. He wasn’t there. She tried 
the front yard—no Taiki. Yaten frantically searched all over the house.

The man wasn’t anywhere! The silver-haired girl stomped her foot 
in frustration, deciding to go on the roof to cool off. She opened the door to the stairwell 
and plodded slowly up the flight of steps. When she got there, her 
mouth dropped open in shock. There was Taiki Kou, the little trickster 
himself, standing there with a sly smile on his face. “Y-you!” Yaten sputtered. 
“Me.” He strode forward to meet his love.

He said, “I guess you’ve found out my secret.” Yaten nodded 
slowly. “I never...never knew..you were taken with me. But then 
again, I never knew I was in love with you until today. I must be slow.” 
Taiki chuckled. “Better late than never!”

He put his hands around her back, and Yaten threw hers around his 
neck and hugged him tight. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long...” she sighed. 
Taiki smoothed the silver locks without a word and played with her ponytail. 
When he felt they had carried on this charade long enough, he lifted 
Yaten’s chin up and looked into her eyes. He said softly, “You’re the one I’m looking for, 
you’re the one I need.” 

She stood there, confused, for a moment, and then smiled. 
“You’re the one that gives me…a reason to believe,” she answered. 
“Following a star—has lead to where you are,” he recited, a grin spreading 
slowly across his face. 

Softly, Yaten said, “It feels so strong now...”

“This can’t be wrong now.” her lover replied.

Without further ado, Taiki leaned over and kissed Yaten deeply.

Epilogue

Two years later, Taiki and Yaten stood under a canopy, waiting to be 
joined together in holy matrimony. They said their vows, smiling into 
each other’s eyes. When the priest finally said, “You may 
now kiss the bride,” a great cheer went up. Taiki nearly knocked 
the petite Yaten over with the force of the kiss. She held his face 
in her hands, tears of joy running down hercheeks. The 
applauding went on as the couple walked back down the aisle. 

At the wedding reception, delight reigned. The two lovebirds opened all 
the presents, exclaiming over each one. A year’s supply of Advil from Seiya 
(this brought loud laughter from everyone, including the newlyweds), 
a rabbit necklace from Usagi (this was met with sweatdrops), a beautiful 
bedspread from Setsuna, and so it went. When the time for the wedding 
cake came, gasps went up all around. Makoto had completely outdone 
herself. Adorned with pearls, lace, and five layers high, it was too 
much. The thank-yous from Taiki and Yaten never stopped for a moment except 
to put a slice of the cake in each other’s mouths. “It’s almost too beautiful 
to eat,” they said, causing Makoto to blush. 

*A year later*

Yaten and Taiki were strolling down the street hand-in-hand 
when met by a male fan of Yaten’s. The conversation flowed pleasantly 
until the man noticed the matching rings on their left ring fingers. 
His eyes narrowed and he produced a handgun from his pocket. 
“Now I fulfill my mission,” he said, holding the barrel of the 
gun to Yaten’s forehead. “If I can’t have you, no one will.” 

With that, he fired. 

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

										--Solange

Author’s Note:
Yes, yes, I know, sad ending. But it was necessary for my next fic. It is told from 
Taiki’s point of view, when he is mourning Yaten. But I promise, it’s a good story, 
almost worth this one’s ending. Okay, enough of my senseless babbling...see you in my next tale, “Falling”! 

P.S. Feedback/praise/flames are all more than welcome by me. Just drop me a 
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