Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Story Retold ❯ Chapter 15
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Katrina Kadabra 
As the preistess of Suzaku prepares herself for the ceremony, Yui cannot fight her feelings of jealousy. But is it possible she will summon Seiryu after all?
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.29.2002 | Updated On: 10.21.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 427 | Status: Completed
As the preistess of Suzaku prepares herself for the ceremony, Yui cannot fight her feelings of jealousy. But is it possible she will summon Seiryu after all?
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.29.2002 | Updated On: 10.21.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 427 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi. The original story and
characters belong to Yu Watase. Any characters that did not appear in
the original story are my own creation.
Warnings: The story picks up shortly after the episode 52 of the
Fushigi Yugi series. If you haven't seen all of the series not only
will the story probably leave you confused, but it contains some
major spoilers as well. This story has nothing to do with the OVA.
Chapter Summary: Yui is devastated after finding out from Chiriko
that she is unable to summon Seiryu. Miaka attempts to comfort Yui,
but she doesn't have much time. With Nakago and his forces fast
approaching, the only hope is to summon Suzaku, at least so says a
very mysterious messenger. As the priestess of Suzaku prepares
herself for the ceremony, Yui cannot fight her feelings of jealousy.
But is it possible she will summon Seiryu after all?
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A Story Retold: Chapter 15
By Katrina Kadabra
Yui watched as Miaka rinsed her body purifying herself for the
ceremony. The two of them were standing in a cave where an open
spring gushed forth water onto the rocky floor. Miaka stood poised as
the crystal clear stream cascaded over her shoulders, splashing
coolly onto her wet skin. Yui stood in the doorway and Miaka giggled
as she opened her hands to let the water flow through her fingers.
"I can't believe you're going through with this," Yui said. "What if
the last warrior doesn't show up like you say? The ceremony will be
ruined."
"Well," said Miaka. "That's a chance I will have to take. I don't
know about you, but when an infant starts speaking and tells me to do
something, I'm not about to ignore it."
"I still can't believe she did that," said Yui. "So completely out of
nowhere. Maybe there's a spell on her..."
"I don't think so," Miaka said, stepping out of the water and taking
the towel Yui brought for her. "But I think everything will be
revealed at the ceremony."
While Miaka was getting changed, Yui decided to check on Yuiren. She
had fallen asleep almost instantly, and Yui hated to disturb her, yet
she couldn't help but feel nervous. Who wouldn't?
As Yui had suspected, her daughter was still fast asleep. She looked
so peaceful, Yui thought. It was hard to believe everything that had
happened. But soon it would all be over. Miaka would summon Suzaku
and the two of them would return home. Yui scooped the child up in
her arms and held her close. She wondered... what would happen to
Yuiren when Miaka summoned Suzaku? Would she come back with her? Was
that even possible? Yui tried to push the thoughts from her mind.
Everything would be revealed at the ceremony, Miaka had said. She was
just have to trust her friend that it was true.
When Yui exited the tent with Yuiren still in her arms, she saw
Chichiri and Mitsukake preparing for the ceremony. Miaka was already
dressed in her priestess' garb. The red silk dress, adorned with lace
and golden jewels. Behind Miaka sat Nuriko, busily fixing up Miaka's
hair. She looked lovely, Yui thought, and for as much as she tried to
resist it, Yui couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards
her.
"Hi Yui!" called Miaka when she saw her friend. In her enthusiasm
Miaka ran over to where Yui was standing and caused Nuriko to lose
his grip on her hair.
"Miaka!" he snapped. "You're supposed to be focusing on the
ceremony!"
"This is important," Miaka retorted. She took Yui's hand in her
own. "How are you feeling, Yui?" she asked.
"Fine," Yui answered, managing a smile. "But what about you, Miaka?
The ceremony is going to start soon. You should be getting rea..."
Just then, Yuiren started to squirm in Yui's arms. She let out a few
small cries, but then was calm.
"Is she okay?" Miaka asked.
"Fine," Yui assured her. "She's just cranky because she woke up. You
keep concentrating on what you're doing, Miaka. We don't have much
time to spare." For once, Miaka had to admit that Yui's logic won
over her emotions. She sighed and walked back to Nuriko, who took her
hair into his hands, shaping it like a potter would clay.
Yuiren was wide-awake now, and Yui held her to the side so she could
see what was going on. The child's eyes watched every aspect of the
preparation intently, as if somehow she understood what it all meant.
Of course, that was impossible. But then again, considering
everything that had happened, Yui doubted she could put anything past
her young daughter. And what she heard next was more than she had
ever expected.
"Mama..." Yui gasped and looked over towards the child in her arms.
Again... it was happening again. Yuiren gazed back at her with a
curious and somewhat disappointed expression.
"Mama, why aren't you in the ceremony?" she asked with child-like
inquisitiveness. "Aren't you going to summon Seiryu?" Yui did not
know how to react. The second time this had happened, and again with
no warning or explanation to it at all. Yui's mind grew with
frustration. The very fact that her daughter was speaking, addressing
her as her mother, and questioning the summoning of Seiryu... what did
it all mean? It frustrated as well as it frightened her not knowing
the answers. She gazed deeply into Yuiren's eyes. The girl looked
older somehow, Yui could not explain it. Her size had stayed the
same, yet her face read of knowledge so deeply beyond her years that
it was impossible to still count her as an oblivious child.
"Aren't you going to summon Seiryu?" Yuiren repeated, the same
determined voice.
"Why do you keep doing this?" Yui asked with a touch of
anger. "Yuiren, I don't understand any of this! How is it you can
talk and what do you know about Seiryu?"
"I can talk," Yuiren replied, as if mimicking what Yui just said. Yui
scoffed. That was not an answer.
"And Seiryu?" she asked.
"You need to summon Seiryu," Yuiren insisted. "Suzaku won't be able
to beat the enemy alone."
"Enemy?" Yui questioned, but this time Yuiren made no reply. Yui let
out a long sigh. "Yuiren," she said quietly. "Even if I wanted to
summon Seiryu, I wouldn't be able to do it. I don't have that power
anymore." But to this, Yuiren shook her head, roughly as she could
for her small size.
"Yes you do," she said. "You do have the power." Yui started to
object, but Yuiren laid her head on her mother's shoulder. She was
falling asleep again; the speaking exhausted her. "Please summon
Seiryu," she whispered, and her eyes closed.
"Yui, are you alright?" Nuriko asked. "You're shaking." Yui didn't
answer, but her hands were trembling so much, she was afraid she
would lose her grip on Yuiren. Nuriko quickly took the child from her
arms. He had heard everything, as well as Mitsukake, Chichiri, and
Miaka had. Now the question was how to react to it. Miaka stepped
forward.
"You'll be okay," she assured Yui, then turned to Nuriko. "Take her
and go find his majesty Hotohori. Ask him and Chiriko to help you.
The priestess of Seiryu needs to prepare for the summoning ceremony."
characters belong to Yu Watase. Any characters that did not appear in
the original story are my own creation.
Warnings: The story picks up shortly after the episode 52 of the
Fushigi Yugi series. If you haven't seen all of the series not only
will the story probably leave you confused, but it contains some
major spoilers as well. This story has nothing to do with the OVA.
Chapter Summary: Yui is devastated after finding out from Chiriko
that she is unable to summon Seiryu. Miaka attempts to comfort Yui,
but she doesn't have much time. With Nakago and his forces fast
approaching, the only hope is to summon Suzaku, at least so says a
very mysterious messenger. As the priestess of Suzaku prepares
herself for the ceremony, Yui cannot fight her feelings of jealousy.
But is it possible she will summon Seiryu after all?
----------------------------------------
A Story Retold: Chapter 15
By Katrina Kadabra
Yui watched as Miaka rinsed her body purifying herself for the
ceremony. The two of them were standing in a cave where an open
spring gushed forth water onto the rocky floor. Miaka stood poised as
the crystal clear stream cascaded over her shoulders, splashing
coolly onto her wet skin. Yui stood in the doorway and Miaka giggled
as she opened her hands to let the water flow through her fingers.
"I can't believe you're going through with this," Yui said. "What if
the last warrior doesn't show up like you say? The ceremony will be
ruined."
"Well," said Miaka. "That's a chance I will have to take. I don't
know about you, but when an infant starts speaking and tells me to do
something, I'm not about to ignore it."
"I still can't believe she did that," said Yui. "So completely out of
nowhere. Maybe there's a spell on her..."
"I don't think so," Miaka said, stepping out of the water and taking
the towel Yui brought for her. "But I think everything will be
revealed at the ceremony."
While Miaka was getting changed, Yui decided to check on Yuiren. She
had fallen asleep almost instantly, and Yui hated to disturb her, yet
she couldn't help but feel nervous. Who wouldn't?
As Yui had suspected, her daughter was still fast asleep. She looked
so peaceful, Yui thought. It was hard to believe everything that had
happened. But soon it would all be over. Miaka would summon Suzaku
and the two of them would return home. Yui scooped the child up in
her arms and held her close. She wondered... what would happen to
Yuiren when Miaka summoned Suzaku? Would she come back with her? Was
that even possible? Yui tried to push the thoughts from her mind.
Everything would be revealed at the ceremony, Miaka had said. She was
just have to trust her friend that it was true.
When Yui exited the tent with Yuiren still in her arms, she saw
Chichiri and Mitsukake preparing for the ceremony. Miaka was already
dressed in her priestess' garb. The red silk dress, adorned with lace
and golden jewels. Behind Miaka sat Nuriko, busily fixing up Miaka's
hair. She looked lovely, Yui thought, and for as much as she tried to
resist it, Yui couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy towards
her.
"Hi Yui!" called Miaka when she saw her friend. In her enthusiasm
Miaka ran over to where Yui was standing and caused Nuriko to lose
his grip on her hair.
"Miaka!" he snapped. "You're supposed to be focusing on the
ceremony!"
"This is important," Miaka retorted. She took Yui's hand in her
own. "How are you feeling, Yui?" she asked.
"Fine," Yui answered, managing a smile. "But what about you, Miaka?
The ceremony is going to start soon. You should be getting rea..."
Just then, Yuiren started to squirm in Yui's arms. She let out a few
small cries, but then was calm.
"Is she okay?" Miaka asked.
"Fine," Yui assured her. "She's just cranky because she woke up. You
keep concentrating on what you're doing, Miaka. We don't have much
time to spare." For once, Miaka had to admit that Yui's logic won
over her emotions. She sighed and walked back to Nuriko, who took her
hair into his hands, shaping it like a potter would clay.
Yuiren was wide-awake now, and Yui held her to the side so she could
see what was going on. The child's eyes watched every aspect of the
preparation intently, as if somehow she understood what it all meant.
Of course, that was impossible. But then again, considering
everything that had happened, Yui doubted she could put anything past
her young daughter. And what she heard next was more than she had
ever expected.
"Mama..." Yui gasped and looked over towards the child in her arms.
Again... it was happening again. Yuiren gazed back at her with a
curious and somewhat disappointed expression.
"Mama, why aren't you in the ceremony?" she asked with child-like
inquisitiveness. "Aren't you going to summon Seiryu?" Yui did not
know how to react. The second time this had happened, and again with
no warning or explanation to it at all. Yui's mind grew with
frustration. The very fact that her daughter was speaking, addressing
her as her mother, and questioning the summoning of Seiryu... what did
it all mean? It frustrated as well as it frightened her not knowing
the answers. She gazed deeply into Yuiren's eyes. The girl looked
older somehow, Yui could not explain it. Her size had stayed the
same, yet her face read of knowledge so deeply beyond her years that
it was impossible to still count her as an oblivious child.
"Aren't you going to summon Seiryu?" Yuiren repeated, the same
determined voice.
"Why do you keep doing this?" Yui asked with a touch of
anger. "Yuiren, I don't understand any of this! How is it you can
talk and what do you know about Seiryu?"
"I can talk," Yuiren replied, as if mimicking what Yui just said. Yui
scoffed. That was not an answer.
"And Seiryu?" she asked.
"You need to summon Seiryu," Yuiren insisted. "Suzaku won't be able
to beat the enemy alone."
"Enemy?" Yui questioned, but this time Yuiren made no reply. Yui let
out a long sigh. "Yuiren," she said quietly. "Even if I wanted to
summon Seiryu, I wouldn't be able to do it. I don't have that power
anymore." But to this, Yuiren shook her head, roughly as she could
for her small size.
"Yes you do," she said. "You do have the power." Yui started to
object, but Yuiren laid her head on her mother's shoulder. She was
falling asleep again; the speaking exhausted her. "Please summon
Seiryu," she whispered, and her eyes closed.
"Yui, are you alright?" Nuriko asked. "You're shaking." Yui didn't
answer, but her hands were trembling so much, she was afraid she
would lose her grip on Yuiren. Nuriko quickly took the child from her
arms. He had heard everything, as well as Mitsukake, Chichiri, and
Miaka had. Now the question was how to react to it. Miaka stepped
forward.
"You'll be okay," she assured Yui, then turned to Nuriko. "Take her
and go find his majesty Hotohori. Ask him and Chiriko to help you.
The priestess of Seiryu needs to prepare for the summoning ceremony."