7 parts Complete They were not gods, nor were they quite human. They were glorious, shining like golden beacons in the night, glowing like the red of the approaching dawn. But beyond that, they were laughter and love, life, because they were more than just demigods. They were Raimei, protectors, outcasts, free to dance with the wind - but it was never meant to last, was it? One thing's for sure, though - life just loves to prove you wrong.
New Year's fic!