Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Altered Realities ❯ Rude Awakening ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Vegeta's Mate 
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.30.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 189 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.30.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 189 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 10: Rude Awakening
Warnings: language, mentions of sexual abuse, the Blue Man appears, and torture.
A/N: Welcome to chapter 10! Didn’t think I’d ever get to this point, this chapter has been sitting half written on my hard drive almost since the inception of “AR”. I’ve revised, edited, re-worded and re-written the hell out of it in the last few weeks since my last chapter was posted. I hope you enjoy this one, as it is one of the final chapters of this fic before I begin posting “Adventuresome Hearts” which is Seishi Miaka and Shounin Tasuki’s story.
Rating: M or 17+
Kouji was harder to exorcise than Chichiri had thought. It seemed that the spell worked by taking the hidden desires Kouji harbored and magnified them one hundred fold, distorting them to the point of lunacy. His ravings were becoming more frenzied and chaotic as the spell boiled under his skin.
Chichiri feared that if something wasn’t done soon, they might lose Kouji to madness.
His protective spell had been set up around the room, candles and incense burned to clarify the air of impurities, and ritualistic runes were painted on Kouji’s bare skin. All that was needed now was enough energy to break the hold that the enchantment had over Kouji’s helpless body.
Miaka and Tasuki had come to the room not long after Chichiri had finished setting up the incense and oufuda that were needed to contain the thread of dark magic controlling Kouji’s mind and actions.
Miaka took position at the head of Kouji’s bed, gripping his face in her hands and concentrating her energy on the oufuda attached to his forehead, ignoring the explicit and vulgar descriptions of what the possessed man wanted to do to her once he was free.
Tasuki took position up at the foot of the bed, gripping Kouji’s ankles and charging his ki to pass to Chichiri who had situated himself at Kouji’s side.
The room seemed to hum as Chichiri began chanting the exorcism spell that- they hoped- would free their friend.
A flare of dark purple energy surrounded Kouji’s writhing form. Maniacal laughter echoed through the room, overlaying Chichiri’s chanting. “You’ll never re-gain the bandit! He is now MINE!”
The voice that came from Kouji’s mouth was soft and feminine, lilting with a slight accent.
“Tenkou!” Miaka exclaimed, her grip on Kouji’s head loosening slightly.
“NO!” Tasuki yelled, his glare directed at Kouji’s rolling eyes and laughing mouth. “If’n ya let go, Tenkou will win! Ya gotta hold on t’him, Mi-chan. It’s th’ only way t’save him!”
Miaka bit back the urge to tear at her hair in frustration and tightened her grip on Kouji’s face. Her head bowed once more and her yoku flared to life as her ki stabilized.
A wave of scarlet energy surrounded the three Suzaku seishi, battling back the darkness surrounding Kouji’s body and forcing it’s way into his writhing form.
An inhuman scream of agony tore from Kouji’s lips as the fiery energy seeped into him, burning away the darkness that had engulfed him.
In a blinding flash of white light the room went completely still.
Miaka sighed and slumped to rest against the wall.
Tasuki let out a breath and knelt at the foot of the bed and Chichiri bowed his head as he breathed a prayer of thanks to Suzaku.
“What th’ hell am I doin’ tied to a bed?” Kouji asked, looking confused and tugging at his bonds.
Chichiri sighed and leaned over to untie the ropes holding Kouji down, “You were possessed, no da. You did some very bad things, Kouji.”
He sat up and rubbed his raw wrists, looking anywhere but at the three seishi surrounding him. “What did I do?” his voice was quiet, worry and shame tingeing his words.
Chichiri opened his mouth to answer but Miaka moved around the low bunk and sat at Kouji’s side, taking his hand into hers, she bowed her head. “Kouji, you tried to hurt me. I know it wasn’t your fault so you’re forgiven. Don’t worry about this, nothing happened, it’s okay. Understand?”
Tasuki and Chichiri watched as Kouji pulled Miaka into a gentle hug, sadness etched into their expressions at Kouji’s next words. “If’n it was okay, you’d look me in th’ face when ya said that. I’m sorry, Mi-chan, I never wan’ed t’hurt you. I love ya too much t’wanna hurt ya.”
Miaka flinched and pulled away abruptly, “No.” she got to her feet to loom over Kouji. “Don’t say that. I’m going back to my world, neither you nor Tasuki can come to stay and I can’t stay here. Just forget about me!”
Tears welled in Kouji’s eyes and spilled down Tasuki’s cheeks as she ran from the room.
“That went well, na no da. Now if you two idiots can keep declarations of ‘undying love’ to yourselves long enough for us to get on our way we might actually get there in time to help.” Chichiri spun on his heel and stalked out of the room after Miaka, leaving the two bandits to stare for a moment before they each blushed and followed the other two seishi out into the hallway and down to the dining hall to begin their journey.
Kouji, Tasuki, Chichiri, and Miaka stood just outside the gates of Mt. Reikaku’s stronghold waving to the bandits and agreeing to take care of themselves. Chichiri’s kesa flickered bright white and the quartet slowly sank into the magical cloak.
Miaka stood between Tasuki and Kouji as they slowly disappeared into the glowing kesa.
Miaka gasped as something grasped her legs. Her hands clenched in Tasuki’s shirt and pulled him along with her as she was yanked away from the safety of Chichiri’s kesa.
“MIAKA! TASUKI!” Chichiri cried as they vanished into oblivion.
“Shit! Where’d they go?” Kouji demanded, his hands clenching into fists. “Tenkou. Chichiri, c’n ya change course an’ follow them?”
“No, no da. I can’t even find their ki.”
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Waves of pain and nausea buffeted her back from unconsciousness, a low keening wail accompanying her return to wakefulness followed by a whoosh of air and a sickening crack. Her eyes snapped open and darted around the room. Low hanging, exposed beams, blackened by the passage of time and the smoke from the hearth situated across the room. Confusion blanketed her momentarily as she noticed a pile of cloth-covered hay and a worn blanket at her feet.
Things looked vaguely familiar but for the life of her she could not place from where she knew this room. A snap and a crack drew her attention from her surroundings to the crack between the heavy wooden door and its oaken frame; a body was tied to a wall, it looked to be naked to the waist and fighting its bonds.
She angled her head; she could see him! Tasuki! He was tied to the wall, trying to rip himself from his bonds even as a whip cracked across his chest leaving thin lines of blood in its wake. An unseen hand brought the whip down in vicious lashes, tearing at his skin, leaving almost no time between strokes.
A keening wail broke from her lips as she struggled with her own bonds, desperate to get to his side and rescue him from his unseen tormentor. Her stomach roiled and lurched with every sickening crack of leather to skin her own pains vanishing from her thoughts as she watched in horror.
“I see you are awake, little seishi.” Dulcet tones washed over her ears as the lashes stopped abruptly. “My pet was welcoming your love -in his own little way- while you slept.” Tenkou’s voice drifted around the doorway, her form completely out of sight.
“You bitch! Let Tasuki go! I’m the one you want, leave him be!” Miaka cried, her arms straining against the ropes holding them pinned to the wall beside her head. “What do you want from us?”
“I want nothing from you, I want to gift you with a visit from an old friend.” Laughter was clear in the soft, feminine, lightly accented words.
“What? Make sense you idiot!” She growled and tugged harder on her bonds, the rough ropes biting into the tender skin of her wrists rubbing them raw and breaking the skin enough to let a thin trickle of blood roll down her arms to seep into the fabric bunched around her elbows.
An animal howl echoed through the room.
“That would be your ‘friend’, little seishi. Surely you remember your ‘Blue Man’.”
All thought of what the crazy demon woman meant fled her mind as a frighteningly familiar blue furred form slunk out of the shadows towards her.
Horror and panic welled within her breast, the all too familiar feeling of helpless rage casting a red veil over her mind. “NO! You’re dead; I fucking killed you with my own goddamned hands! I took your fucking head and buried it! YOU ARE NOT REAL!” Her screams of denial didn’t even seem to faze him.
He stalked forward and captured her chin in one large, clawed hand. His nose buried itself in her chest, inhaling deeply. “You still smell the same.” Though his voice was soft and raspy, his tone was underlined with menace. “Now I will see if you still feel the same, Fire Child. I know you still dream of how it felt to have me tearing at your skin as I claimed you as my own, how much I enjoyed making you bleed every time I took you, and how fucking delighted I was when I made you enjoy it.” He purred the words in her ear, igniting the fear and revulsion she had lived in the weeks she had been his prisoner, freezing muscles that screamed for her to flee or fight.
Her yoku blazed fiery crimson in the low light.
“Ashitare! There will be no physical reminiscing tonight, save it for morning. I want you to have a full day to ‘catch up’ with your ‘Fire Child’, so hands off for now.” Her voice alone seemed to stop the beast from continuing, though it did not stop the growl of fury that burst from his chest. Ashitare backed away, almost jerkily as if fighting to stay near her.
“I have a surprise for you, dear seishi.” The silky voice drawled a hint of laughter in her tone. “Come and greet our guest, pet.”
Miaka’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to the doorway once more; the sight that greeted her caused her heart to skitter to a halt then thump painfully to life once more.
Her Shounin stood in the doorway, a pair of black leather pants and an open black shirt draped over his body and an evil smirk gracing his lips. Dark red strands of his hair lay rakishly over an eye that fairly glowed a honey gold. Small fangs peeked from the corners of his mouth.
“Hello, Miaka.”
Tasuki heaved a sigh of relief as his double abruptly stopped lashing his chest; he sagged against the rough wood of the wall. His chin dropped to his chest and his eyes fell closed as he listened to the tiny demon woman taunt and sneer at the woman in the next room.
He was sore and bleeding, the boy who wore his face had been whipping him for what seemed like hours. He had grit his teeth and tried his damnedest to keep the screams of agony locked in his chest but a few had escaped in the form of hisses and keening cries.
He watched through the cracked open door as the beast that had tied him to the wall stalked over to Miaka and touched her. His yoku blazed brilliant crimson as a burst of adrenaline shot through him.
A hand on his jaw turned his attention away from the horrifying sight of the woman he loved being subjected to a horror of her past. Golden eyes glared up into the purple irises so close to his face, “Are you enjoying the delicious goings on in the next room, dearest?” She leaned closer, her lips a breath away from his mouth. “When he takes her tomorrow, I’ll make sure you have a birds eye view of the entire scene. I’ll be moving you in with her, tied across the room of course, so that you can watch as he makes her bleed and scream and enjoy his vicious attentions. Won’t that be perfect? The hero watching in despair as the woman he loves is abused repeatedly before his very eyes. Yes, it will be most delicious.”
Tasuki turned his head, looking into such an innocent face while hearing that beautiful voice spewing such terrible images turned his stomach. “Fuck you.” He growled.
“Is that an offer, dearest? The young Shounin was quite accommodating in that area. I wonder if you would be a better or worse lover…” she trailed off, hand on her chin in thought. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll see once I have your mind in my grasp as I do that stupid little boy’s.” She gripped his chin and tugged his face around to hers, lips lowering to his in a fierce kiss.
When she lifted her head Tasuki spit to the side, the cloying taste of evil wrapped in sugar curdling his stomach. “That was fuckin’ disgustin’!”
A confused look passed over her face for a moment. “You’re immune to my poisoned kiss, how delightful.” She laughed and moved to the doorway. "You love her; this will be more interesting than I had thought."
A scream erupted from the next room, jerking his attention to the doorway once more.
The view between the door and its frame stole his breath and caused the blood to drain form his face.
“MIAKA!”
TBC…
Warnings: language, mentions of sexual abuse, the Blue Man appears, and torture.
A/N: Welcome to chapter 10! Didn’t think I’d ever get to this point, this chapter has been sitting half written on my hard drive almost since the inception of “AR”. I’ve revised, edited, re-worded and re-written the hell out of it in the last few weeks since my last chapter was posted. I hope you enjoy this one, as it is one of the final chapters of this fic before I begin posting “Adventuresome Hearts” which is Seishi Miaka and Shounin Tasuki’s story.
Rating: M or 17+
Kouji was harder to exorcise than Chichiri had thought. It seemed that the spell worked by taking the hidden desires Kouji harbored and magnified them one hundred fold, distorting them to the point of lunacy. His ravings were becoming more frenzied and chaotic as the spell boiled under his skin.
Chichiri feared that if something wasn’t done soon, they might lose Kouji to madness.
His protective spell had been set up around the room, candles and incense burned to clarify the air of impurities, and ritualistic runes were painted on Kouji’s bare skin. All that was needed now was enough energy to break the hold that the enchantment had over Kouji’s helpless body.
Miaka and Tasuki had come to the room not long after Chichiri had finished setting up the incense and oufuda that were needed to contain the thread of dark magic controlling Kouji’s mind and actions.
Miaka took position at the head of Kouji’s bed, gripping his face in her hands and concentrating her energy on the oufuda attached to his forehead, ignoring the explicit and vulgar descriptions of what the possessed man wanted to do to her once he was free.
Tasuki took position up at the foot of the bed, gripping Kouji’s ankles and charging his ki to pass to Chichiri who had situated himself at Kouji’s side.
The room seemed to hum as Chichiri began chanting the exorcism spell that- they hoped- would free their friend.
A flare of dark purple energy surrounded Kouji’s writhing form. Maniacal laughter echoed through the room, overlaying Chichiri’s chanting. “You’ll never re-gain the bandit! He is now MINE!”
The voice that came from Kouji’s mouth was soft and feminine, lilting with a slight accent.
“Tenkou!” Miaka exclaimed, her grip on Kouji’s head loosening slightly.
“NO!” Tasuki yelled, his glare directed at Kouji’s rolling eyes and laughing mouth. “If’n ya let go, Tenkou will win! Ya gotta hold on t’him, Mi-chan. It’s th’ only way t’save him!”
Miaka bit back the urge to tear at her hair in frustration and tightened her grip on Kouji’s face. Her head bowed once more and her yoku flared to life as her ki stabilized.
A wave of scarlet energy surrounded the three Suzaku seishi, battling back the darkness surrounding Kouji’s body and forcing it’s way into his writhing form.
An inhuman scream of agony tore from Kouji’s lips as the fiery energy seeped into him, burning away the darkness that had engulfed him.
In a blinding flash of white light the room went completely still.
Miaka sighed and slumped to rest against the wall.
Tasuki let out a breath and knelt at the foot of the bed and Chichiri bowed his head as he breathed a prayer of thanks to Suzaku.
“What th’ hell am I doin’ tied to a bed?” Kouji asked, looking confused and tugging at his bonds.
Chichiri sighed and leaned over to untie the ropes holding Kouji down, “You were possessed, no da. You did some very bad things, Kouji.”
He sat up and rubbed his raw wrists, looking anywhere but at the three seishi surrounding him. “What did I do?” his voice was quiet, worry and shame tingeing his words.
Chichiri opened his mouth to answer but Miaka moved around the low bunk and sat at Kouji’s side, taking his hand into hers, she bowed her head. “Kouji, you tried to hurt me. I know it wasn’t your fault so you’re forgiven. Don’t worry about this, nothing happened, it’s okay. Understand?”
Tasuki and Chichiri watched as Kouji pulled Miaka into a gentle hug, sadness etched into their expressions at Kouji’s next words. “If’n it was okay, you’d look me in th’ face when ya said that. I’m sorry, Mi-chan, I never wan’ed t’hurt you. I love ya too much t’wanna hurt ya.”
Miaka flinched and pulled away abruptly, “No.” she got to her feet to loom over Kouji. “Don’t say that. I’m going back to my world, neither you nor Tasuki can come to stay and I can’t stay here. Just forget about me!”
Tears welled in Kouji’s eyes and spilled down Tasuki’s cheeks as she ran from the room.
“That went well, na no da. Now if you two idiots can keep declarations of ‘undying love’ to yourselves long enough for us to get on our way we might actually get there in time to help.” Chichiri spun on his heel and stalked out of the room after Miaka, leaving the two bandits to stare for a moment before they each blushed and followed the other two seishi out into the hallway and down to the dining hall to begin their journey.
Kouji, Tasuki, Chichiri, and Miaka stood just outside the gates of Mt. Reikaku’s stronghold waving to the bandits and agreeing to take care of themselves. Chichiri’s kesa flickered bright white and the quartet slowly sank into the magical cloak.
Miaka stood between Tasuki and Kouji as they slowly disappeared into the glowing kesa.
Miaka gasped as something grasped her legs. Her hands clenched in Tasuki’s shirt and pulled him along with her as she was yanked away from the safety of Chichiri’s kesa.
“MIAKA! TASUKI!” Chichiri cried as they vanished into oblivion.
“Shit! Where’d they go?” Kouji demanded, his hands clenching into fists. “Tenkou. Chichiri, c’n ya change course an’ follow them?”
“No, no da. I can’t even find their ki.”
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Waves of pain and nausea buffeted her back from unconsciousness, a low keening wail accompanying her return to wakefulness followed by a whoosh of air and a sickening crack. Her eyes snapped open and darted around the room. Low hanging, exposed beams, blackened by the passage of time and the smoke from the hearth situated across the room. Confusion blanketed her momentarily as she noticed a pile of cloth-covered hay and a worn blanket at her feet.
Things looked vaguely familiar but for the life of her she could not place from where she knew this room. A snap and a crack drew her attention from her surroundings to the crack between the heavy wooden door and its oaken frame; a body was tied to a wall, it looked to be naked to the waist and fighting its bonds.
She angled her head; she could see him! Tasuki! He was tied to the wall, trying to rip himself from his bonds even as a whip cracked across his chest leaving thin lines of blood in its wake. An unseen hand brought the whip down in vicious lashes, tearing at his skin, leaving almost no time between strokes.
A keening wail broke from her lips as she struggled with her own bonds, desperate to get to his side and rescue him from his unseen tormentor. Her stomach roiled and lurched with every sickening crack of leather to skin her own pains vanishing from her thoughts as she watched in horror.
“I see you are awake, little seishi.” Dulcet tones washed over her ears as the lashes stopped abruptly. “My pet was welcoming your love -in his own little way- while you slept.” Tenkou’s voice drifted around the doorway, her form completely out of sight.
“You bitch! Let Tasuki go! I’m the one you want, leave him be!” Miaka cried, her arms straining against the ropes holding them pinned to the wall beside her head. “What do you want from us?”
“I want nothing from you, I want to gift you with a visit from an old friend.” Laughter was clear in the soft, feminine, lightly accented words.
“What? Make sense you idiot!” She growled and tugged harder on her bonds, the rough ropes biting into the tender skin of her wrists rubbing them raw and breaking the skin enough to let a thin trickle of blood roll down her arms to seep into the fabric bunched around her elbows.
An animal howl echoed through the room.
“That would be your ‘friend’, little seishi. Surely you remember your ‘Blue Man’.”
All thought of what the crazy demon woman meant fled her mind as a frighteningly familiar blue furred form slunk out of the shadows towards her.
Horror and panic welled within her breast, the all too familiar feeling of helpless rage casting a red veil over her mind. “NO! You’re dead; I fucking killed you with my own goddamned hands! I took your fucking head and buried it! YOU ARE NOT REAL!” Her screams of denial didn’t even seem to faze him.
He stalked forward and captured her chin in one large, clawed hand. His nose buried itself in her chest, inhaling deeply. “You still smell the same.” Though his voice was soft and raspy, his tone was underlined with menace. “Now I will see if you still feel the same, Fire Child. I know you still dream of how it felt to have me tearing at your skin as I claimed you as my own, how much I enjoyed making you bleed every time I took you, and how fucking delighted I was when I made you enjoy it.” He purred the words in her ear, igniting the fear and revulsion she had lived in the weeks she had been his prisoner, freezing muscles that screamed for her to flee or fight.
Her yoku blazed fiery crimson in the low light.
“Ashitare! There will be no physical reminiscing tonight, save it for morning. I want you to have a full day to ‘catch up’ with your ‘Fire Child’, so hands off for now.” Her voice alone seemed to stop the beast from continuing, though it did not stop the growl of fury that burst from his chest. Ashitare backed away, almost jerkily as if fighting to stay near her.
“I have a surprise for you, dear seishi.” The silky voice drawled a hint of laughter in her tone. “Come and greet our guest, pet.”
Miaka’s eyes were drawn irresistibly to the doorway once more; the sight that greeted her caused her heart to skitter to a halt then thump painfully to life once more.
Her Shounin stood in the doorway, a pair of black leather pants and an open black shirt draped over his body and an evil smirk gracing his lips. Dark red strands of his hair lay rakishly over an eye that fairly glowed a honey gold. Small fangs peeked from the corners of his mouth.
“Hello, Miaka.”
Tasuki heaved a sigh of relief as his double abruptly stopped lashing his chest; he sagged against the rough wood of the wall. His chin dropped to his chest and his eyes fell closed as he listened to the tiny demon woman taunt and sneer at the woman in the next room.
He was sore and bleeding, the boy who wore his face had been whipping him for what seemed like hours. He had grit his teeth and tried his damnedest to keep the screams of agony locked in his chest but a few had escaped in the form of hisses and keening cries.
He watched through the cracked open door as the beast that had tied him to the wall stalked over to Miaka and touched her. His yoku blazed brilliant crimson as a burst of adrenaline shot through him.
A hand on his jaw turned his attention away from the horrifying sight of the woman he loved being subjected to a horror of her past. Golden eyes glared up into the purple irises so close to his face, “Are you enjoying the delicious goings on in the next room, dearest?” She leaned closer, her lips a breath away from his mouth. “When he takes her tomorrow, I’ll make sure you have a birds eye view of the entire scene. I’ll be moving you in with her, tied across the room of course, so that you can watch as he makes her bleed and scream and enjoy his vicious attentions. Won’t that be perfect? The hero watching in despair as the woman he loves is abused repeatedly before his very eyes. Yes, it will be most delicious.”
Tasuki turned his head, looking into such an innocent face while hearing that beautiful voice spewing such terrible images turned his stomach. “Fuck you.” He growled.
“Is that an offer, dearest? The young Shounin was quite accommodating in that area. I wonder if you would be a better or worse lover…” she trailed off, hand on her chin in thought. “It doesn’t matter, I’ll see once I have your mind in my grasp as I do that stupid little boy’s.” She gripped his chin and tugged his face around to hers, lips lowering to his in a fierce kiss.
When she lifted her head Tasuki spit to the side, the cloying taste of evil wrapped in sugar curdling his stomach. “That was fuckin’ disgustin’!”
A confused look passed over her face for a moment. “You’re immune to my poisoned kiss, how delightful.” She laughed and moved to the doorway. "You love her; this will be more interesting than I had thought."
A scream erupted from the next room, jerking his attention to the doorway once more.
The view between the door and its frame stole his breath and caused the blood to drain form his face.
“MIAKA!”
TBC…