Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ The one ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

I no own Fushigi Yuugi. Any other characters are mine.

Thanks for all the reviews and comments to help. Yay. On one comment the way my story is going now will change drastically. They are not in love, yet, and may not be for a long while. Jut thought I would clear that up. I had to add spice right * smiles*

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"Suzaku!" A female voice screamed.

"I am in for it now," Suzaku thought.

"S.U.Z.A.K.U," she said more slowly.

"Yes?" It came out real high pitched and scared sounding. "Ahem... Yes," He said a little more normal.

"What the hell were you thinking? She could have easily done more than that to him." She stated windedly. She appeared in front of him. The Suzaku warriors were now gone from her. She looked and sounded exhausted. She stood a foot away from Suzaku. Her eyes closed and she fell forward. Suzaku caught her in his arms. She had her right cheek lying on his chest. She shot her eyes open and couldn't figure out what happen until Suzaku squeezed her and then picked her up into a carrying position. "Put me down Suzaku," she whispered. "I can walk on my own." She yawned

"Oh, can you?" He asked. He started floating. He pushed the door open with his foot and walk down a hallway that seemed to extend forever. It was held up with pillars, which stood 5 feet apart from each other. In between each pillar stood a wall with a door, of course right, He walked to the third pillar and went straight through it. He came out into a huge bedroom. It had a bathroom of it's own, a kitchen, a closet a sitting area and many others rooms connecting to it by infamous doors. (More like an apartment huh. Well in my opinion its a bedroom cause that's where the door leads k *smiles*) Suzaku walked to the bed that was 10 feet from the door. "Well why are you so winded? Did you try to increase the powers of the warriors alone?" He looked down at her. "Well"

She lowered her head.

"Yes Suzaku." She whispered. She laid her head against his chest. He set her on the bed

He growled and ran his hand through his hair. "Why"

"I didn't know what else to do I am sorry," she tried to sit up but could hardly lift her head. "I didn't know where you went and the pool wouldn't show me where you were.

"The pool didn't show you because your daughters powers are conflicting with it." He gave her an evil glare. "Now rest I will deal with the warriors powers." He floated into the air and then disappeared."

"This sucks, now I have no choice, I can't open that door only he can." She pouted.

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Suzaku appeared in front of six pillars of light. They stood in a great hall that was surrounded in gold and red. The two colors clashed but at the same time looked wonderful. Each pillar of light was a different color: purple, blue, green, white, red, and yellow. In each light floated a different Warrior. Purple held Nuriko, she wore the cloths she wore the first time she met Miaka. The next light on the right was blue and it held Hotohori, he wore his usual palace cloths. The next light was green it held chichiri, he was suspended in the air even higher than the other warriors, his legs were folded Indian style and he had his right hand, with his index and second finger crossed, while his other fingers were folded down. He wore his usual clothing. The next light was white, and probably the brightest one of all the warriors. It held Tamahome; he was in the clothing he wore when he fought the bandits and saved Miaka and Yuui. His ogre symbol was shining, none of the other warriors shown they laid dormant. He was suspended like the others but in a fighting stance, unlike most of the others that looked like they were just standing normal. The next light was red and held the warrior that was last to be found, Chriko, he was in his studying clothes, and looked older than a child. The last light that was lit in the circle held the healer of the group Mitsukake, he stood in the garments he wore along long time ago when he had a companion that helped him heal, Shouka. The last light that completed the circle was not lit and darkness seemed to come over the warriors.

"Well who shall get their powers first," He closed his eyes and focused on the power that tried to grab him. He swung around until he located the power, it was Nuriko's. He faced her, her head lifted up, her eyes were still closed. He held his hand up, palm facing toward her. A light shot from his palm and hit Nuriko's symbol. Instantly she awoke, the light surrounding her disappeared. She landed with her knees bent and a couple inches from the floor. In the instant she awoke her clothes changed into fighting ones. She now wore what she wore when she died. Her braid had swung over her shoulder. She slowly looked over Suzaku, and then stood, her right side facing him. Suzaku's hand still faced her. The surrounding lights that held the warriors, suddenly disappeared, along with the warriors. A still meadow then appeared all around them, mountains surrounded it. "Suzaku warrior of Strength your new battle begins now." Suzaku announced.

"What do you mean?" Nuriko questioned. She slowly got into a fighting stance, not wanting to take any chances.

"No more talk, now we fight," He lunged at Nuriko. Thus began the battle. Suzaku would battle her until her warrior symbol lit with a new aura.

After the fight Nuriko looked exhausted, she stood on shaky legs. The light rose from the ground and enveloped her. She floated to the middle, gave Suzaku a wink and fell asleep once again. The lights reappeared with the warriors in them. Nuriko's pillar went black and the color faded. The light slowly dissolved and Nuriko floated with a new suit on. It matched the design of the one she fought with in the mountains and died in. The colors were so bold that you could hardly make the design out. They were royal purples with a fireish red and orange mixed together. A light lavender and white surrounded what was left and made it to where the colors clashed less. She then disappeared.

Next he faced Chichiri. Again he held his hand out and a light shot from his palm. It hit Chichiri's symbol. He awoke in his Indian style pose and didn't fall one inch. He started to chant, when Suzaku waved his hand and Chichiri fell and hit the ground. "OW that hurt, ya know" Chichiri looked up and recognized who it was. He slowly stood. His staff appeared out of nowhere. He stood it on the ground and held it with his left hand. He removed his mask with his right hand. He stood in the same clothes. Chichiri took his stance and lunged forward using spells. Taitskun had told him of this day, and he intended to learn fast.

When the fight neared the end Chichiri was exhausted, he still had not become stronger. He lunged one last time at Suzaku, the voice of Taitskun racing through his ears. "Once the god starts to fight he is not able to let up till you can grow stronger, the best way to do that is to hit Suzaku.

Suzaku saw the weariness in his eyes and was about to stop the fight and continue later when he jumped at him. New found speed had come to Chichiri, he chanted a freeze spell and it hit Suzaku with amazing force, knocking him backwards. He did not freeze because he was the god and his powers were stronger. He rose his hands up and the light surrounded Chichiri. He was back in his sitting position. All the lights rose up except Nuriko's. Chichiri looked at Suzaku without his mask one last time, he put it back on his face and fell unconscious. The light around him slowly disappeared, his cloths stayed the same except for the sleeves and pant legs, and they had a rainbow design. He then disappeared.

Suzaku faced Tamahome, he put his hand up a little higher and his palm facing out, a light shot out and hit his symbol. It bounced off and hit the ceiling knocking a hole in it. "That's right he has the ogre symbol, meant for fighting for what he believes and concerning it, while his love will always be first priority. He holds so much and he is close to reaching the next point, thanks to Miaka, Suzaku no Miko." He raised his other hand and a formed a circle with his fingers, a light shot from between each. One hit his symbol while the others hit him in the arms, legs and his chest area. (The one that hit his arms and legs split into two to do that hope that helps.) The light fell and Tamahome looked shocked and confused, he was still in mid air. The lights wore off and he fell landing gracefully on his feet with his knees slightly bent. He looked at Suzaku and got angry. He attacked. Tamahome wasn't worn out yet and he was going to defeat this man. He didn't know why but he had to fight with his all. He flailed wild punches that kept hitting air. His kicks seemed to do the same; his hair was glowing white and had been from the middle of the fight. He started to tire; he had barley any strength left. He used the last of his strength and aimed for Suzaku's Chest. He hit him dead in the middle. Suzaku went flying and hit a column, he fell to the ground and the column toppled on top of him.

The light flared up around Tamahome. He watched as it surrounded him. He suddenly felt a flood of memories forgotten when his life as Taka began. He saw how Suzaku had coupled with Miaka. She had cried for him cause she wanted to be with him but that wasn't possible. He wanted to get revenge for making her cry like that. He took one more glance at Suzaku who was now blasting the rubble away with his own energy. He stood surrounded in the red light and looked like a god. The hair his regal body and the power engulfing him. That was the last sight he saw before he fell to sleep. "He is defiantly worthy to protect the priestess, in this life and the other, but even harder hardships will come and you must know your love for one enough to be strong or you both will be hurt or worse... die." The other lights, that held warriors rose and then Tamahome's disappeared. Tamahome came out in his dark blue suit that he always wore; his hair was long and braided with a red ribbon at the end. Where it bowed stood a small Phoenix bird. He had a chocker on that had the same bird. The shirt buttons had the same figure and so did the bands that were on his shirtsleeves, which were long sleeved. His sash was now many red ribbons, where it was solid, so that it held, there were phoenix god figures on it, like in the shrine. This meaning something that only Suzaku himself knew. He turned in the air and on the back of his suit was a huge Phoenix that rivaled the beauty of an actual phoenix. Suzaku waved his hand and he disappeared. The rubble was now backing in its original place. Suzaku had no scratches, but his cloths were ripped right where Tamahome had punched him.

Hotohori was the next warrior. His hair was back in a ponytail. His sword was in his left hand, while the hilt was in his right hand. He dropped the hilt, which disappeared. He switched the sword to his right hand. He got ready to fight. He remembered from a story told to him when he was younger, to be the strongest ever he would face Suzaku and find out if he was meant to be the ruler of Konan or not. Suzaku's right hand was enflamed, as he floated over to the arena, when he reached it the flames melted away. In his hand he held a flame red sword. It was cold to the touch. He put his left foot back and bent his right knee. He pulled his right arm back to where his hand was even with his shoulder. His left hand went under the middle of the blade. He studied Hotohori as he positioned himself, as did Hotohori when he watched Suzaku. He placed the sword tip facing down and his left hand in front of the middle of the blade. His feet were spread apart, his left foot slightly turned, with his heal facing out and his toe facing in, his right knee slightly bent. His heal also slightly lifted. They stood staring at each other. Trying to read their opponent. Then almost simultaneously they moved into their fighting stances. Suzaku stood in the same stance but put the weight on both his legs, neither were bent. He moved his arm so the blade was facing away from his chest, even with his heart, (if ya wanna say he has one k), and his left hand over his bent elbow. Hotohori changed his stance completely He pulled his sword down by his side the handle by his ribcage. His left hand by his face, to be out of the way. His feet were close together, shoulder length apart. Both knees bent. One was slightly further forward. Again they tried to read each other then attacked.

When Hotohori was down to his last ounce of strength he pulled his sword up to block Suzaku's, he pushed him away. Suzaku didn't suspect this cause he seemed to weak to do this. He was knocked off balance, Hotohori saw this and advanced, he struck him in the side. Suzaku's sword disappeared and he fell backwards, Hotohori was holding his sword. Hotohori fell to his knees and sat shocked, he didn't think he would get that close to do that. He looked at his hands covered in blood; his sword lied next to him. The light that surrounded him slowly rose and it changed from a blue to a scarlet. He slowly rose as well, he know stood. He looked down at Suzaku one last time and saw that he was suppose to be victorious for he was the Konan leader and the symbol now shown brightly as the blood on his hand went in to it. He fell unconscious. Suzaku laid on his back and watched at the light surrounded Hotohori. He looked at Hotohori and told him, with no words, that this was to happen. When Hotohori's light disappeared, he came out in a red/white fighting suit resembling Nuriko's and Tamahome's. The red and white seemed to run together. Gold flecks were on the sleeves and belt. Silver flecks were on the pant legs. He disappeared.

"Well he is the one, I can't believe it but he is, this wound proves it. He took his right hand from the wound and saw his blood. He slowly disappeared in flakes of red.