"Mh."

"It started raining right after you..."

"So?"

"It's weird."

"Not really."

"Why?"

"Heaven is simply trying to put out a fire it can't reach."

Gojyo laughed and ruffled his hair, pulling him close for a chaste and quiet kiss before falling back. It was their first, though it certainly didn't feel like it. "You causing trouble without me?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Tired. He was still tired. Hakkai closed his eyes.

"So..." Gojyo said, then drifted off.

"Hm?"

Perhaps as if to clear his own conscience: "I'm just curious, but...um...did you and Kenren..."

"Go to sleep, Gojyo." And with a smirk, Gojyo did.

****

This was a good heaven, Tenpou thought as he sprawled himself over the grassy field just outside the holy city. The roughness of the ground beneath his skin, the scent of flowers, the sky that never cried and the breeze that always caressed.

Nothing but being. It was a good heaven.

A shadow fell over him, making the dimness behind his eyelids even dimmer. He squinted them open. Tenpou's gaze was met by two deep blood red jewels gracefully set in a statue of shining white marble and scales.

"Marshal." Goujun greeted impassively.