Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night ❯ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night ( One-Shot )

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

By: Kaiser Deathscythe

Disclaimer: Fushigi Yuugi belongs to TX, Movic, or Shogakukan…I do not own it. The characters and storyline has been copyrighted and modified to suit the needs of the fanfic.

This is set some time around episode 32, when Nuriko meets a certain one of the Seiryuu Shichiseishi…

Ashitare leapt toward the vulnerable Miaka, fangs bared with only malicious intent. Nuriko suddenly knocked the stricken girl out of the way and received a large gash on his arm for his efforts. He fell onto the ground, profusely bleeding.

"NURIKO!" Miaka cried out.

Ashitare made a perfect landing and smirked amongst the screams of "What is it?!" and "It's a monster!" He came towards an elderly man who was frozen in shock and shoved him to the ground, ripping the arm off and savoring its taste as the locals ran away. Miaka pointed towards the macabre scene, desperately trying to get Nuriko to do something.

The man with superhuman strength rose from where he had laid a moment ago while Miaka desperately searched for the sword that was not with her. Ashitare made a comment about old men not tasting well and that the pair were next.

"GRAAAGGGHH!" the ogre grunted as Nuriko took the flare from Miaka and set it off.

Unexpectedly, Ashitare dodged partially when he recognized their `weapon' and it became a glancing blow in the side. He screeched in pain and rushed Nuriko in a crazed bloodlust. The Suzaku Seishi was unprepared for such a tactic and flew through a wall. The house collapsed on him.

"Victory is mine…DIIIE!!" Ashitare bellowed as he ran to Miaka.

A piece of masonry landed on his head and he became disoriented for a few moments. The source was an angry Nuriko, who had several cuts across his face, a broken arm with bone sticking out, blood running down his leg and his clothes dirtied and torn. He took a few steps to face his opponent. On his sixth step, his breathing became more ragged and his balance disappeared. After he had less than two meters to walk, he completely lost anything that sustained him and fell forward onto the ground. Ashitare grinned at this and took this chance to pick the downed man up and bent him towards his legs, curving the back. Nuriko could not respond at all. Snapping the neck, Ashitare twisted off a leg and began to bite into it.

"NURIKOOO!!!!" Miaka screamed.

This brought unneeded attention to her as the body part was dropped from the gaping maw of the beast. Ashitare was kicked across the street as an unmistakable figure landed.

"Tamahome…he…Nuriko…NURIKO!!!" Miaka sobbed hysterically.

Tamahome had a grim look on his face as he took in the carnage. He heard a painful shriek behind him and turned around. Ashitare tightly clutched the throat of Miaka, lifting her up and throwing her into the roof of a tavern. Tamahome rushed into the bar to see the bloodied form of his love.

"…tamahome…aishiteru…tell hotohori i will…" Miaka closed her eyes and became cold.

"MIAAAAKKKAAAAAAA!!!!" Tamahome yelled in agony.

"You won't see her body again…and I'll have my way with it…" Ashitare chuckled.

Tamahome let his anger consume him and went `oni'. Ashitare stopped his banter when the fist of an anguished and heartbroken `devil' went right through his skull. As the corpse dropped to the floor, Tamahome fell to his knees and wept.

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Two weeks later, all of the Suzaku Seishi except for Hotohori had been killed by the Seiryuu warriors.

Tamahome had fallen into the trap of Soi and Tomo.

Chiriko had been taken over by Miboshi.

Mitsukake had been killed by Suboshi.

Tasuki and Chichiri were attacked by Nakago's psychic bombardments.

There was no hope left for the side of good. Seiryuu was summoned by the two Shinzaho and both worlds were plunged into eternal darkness.

Wasn't that dark? I'm sorry if it offends people, but there have been too many fics where everything turns out fine and the light wins. This is my perspective on this.